atsumu spooning sleeping osamu and kissing his neck while fondling those perfect pecs, and rubbing his nipples. osamu huffs a breath in his sleep and atsumu slides a hand down underneath the front of his pajamas,
palming his growing bulge. atsumu licks his lips and strokes him fully hard, still kissing along osamu's neck and shoulder even though osamu's beginning to stir. atsumu keeps jerking him until osamu's hand joins his over his pajamas to pause him, and grunts, "the hell, tsumu..."
atsumu chuckles into his brother's back. "mornin'." he rocks his hard cock against osamu's firm ass.
"yer askin' for it," osamu says, arching his back.
"yep," atsumu agrees, licking his way to osamu's ear.
osamu shivers and squeezes his hand over atsumu's between his legs.
osamu rolls over in atsumu's arms and puts his thigh between atsumu's, pressing hips together and kissing atsumu's neck. "Ya better be prepared."
atsumu chuckles, arching into osamu so their cocks align. "yep," he agrees, again, shimmying out of his pajamas.
osamu lifts atsumu's thigh and presses fingers to his rim--finding him lubed and ready to go.
"/fuck/," he groans, hurrying to lower his pants and get into position.
atsumu opens his legs for osamu and wraps arms around his neck. osamu's hard dick slides right in,
and he wastes no time fucking atsumu hard and fast, kissing along his jaw, making atsumu pant and moan and cling to his shoulders. osamu strokes atsumu's hard cock, jerking him off in time to his thrusts, chasing their shared pleasure. atsumu shudders and cries out loudly
when he comes, shaking and gasping for breath. osamu really plows him then, fucks him so hard he's sweaty and it's not long before he climaxes inside his brother, grinding deep.
atsumu sighs, and osamu collapses on him to catch his breath, the last of his sleep-fog lifting.
atsumu kisses osamu's temple, nuzzling him, not minding his weight. "thanks for the morning fuck," he says, grinning.
osamu snorts, lifting his head and angling for a kiss. "yer welcome."
osamu didn't mean to pry when his brother's phone buzzed with a new text. he just unlocked the phone to check the message and didn't think anything of it.
they were expecting a message from kita with an update on his eta for their dinner outing, anyway, and
osamu needed to know whether or not to order another coffee, so when the notif came in, and atsumu was in the cafe restroom, osamu didn't think twice about taking a peek...
...and instantly realizes his mistake. the message was /not/ from kita. nor aran. nor anyone he knew.
"your bf sounds like a slob.π€‘how about you come shopping with me again next time? βοΈπππΌπΈ"
osamu grips the phone so hard he nearly cracks the screen, rage buffeting his ears.
who the /fuck/ was this "mori-mori" dude hitting on atsumu? offering him watches and shit, like
after msby, shouyou goes back to brazil. of course he does. they all get it, and can deal with it for a year or two. three at the most, he promises. they can visit. he'll visit too. it's not really the end, even if it feels like a
breakup because the balance is broken, one of them is lost, trapped inside a phone screen or laptop microphone while the rest of them float in a directionless orbit because the sun they love is just /gone/.
natsu is inconsolable. she puts on a brave face for her brother when
they have their video calls. he always calls her first, talks with her 1:1 because she's his nacchan, and it helps, but she still winds up curled in a ball in atsumu's lap every night for the first month.
atsumu holds her close and if his shoulder ends up wet he ignores it and
Osamu grows up big and broad, while Atsumu's leaner and softer and slightly shorter, like a coyote to Osamu's wolf, both of them strong and sexy and nearly identical but Osamu can put one big paw on Atsumu and hold him down like an annoyed
papa with a pup, scolding Atsumu when he's acting up. Osamu's got the nurturing traits though, ruling the home and managing the meals and the chores with a dripping masculinity that makes Atsumu crazy in the best ways. Atsumu's the breadwinner but he's kind of a pampered princess
whining for Osamu to wash his hair while he's having his bath. Osamu doesn't mind, doting on him in this and many other ways, especially since he knows a single shampoo will loosen all of Atsumu's tangled complexes until all that's left is a singular lust.
It starts with Atsumu. Brash, bratty, toeing the line Atsumu, blond and cocky and getting right under his skin.
Meian figures out pretty quickly what Atsumu is after. He's drawn to authority and wired to prove himself the equal of every man bigger than him, but that's not it.
He's a natural leader on the court, calling their plays and directing all their movements with his setter's hands, and this takes a toll. His stress builds up and he needs an outlet and he comes to Meian privately for release.
;alkjg;ajg work is just a lot right now, so here's some miyamiya thoughts.....
atsumu handcuffed to the headboard and osamu's been teasing him something awful, his dick is so hard, and so red like a candy apple, shiny, glistening, osamu's mouth waters and he licks it, just once
and that's enough for atsumu to shoot one burst of come off to the side but the rest just dribbles out, tearing a horrible whine from atsumu as the orgasm is half ruined.
osamu cleans up the mess, wide licks up the side of atsumu's listing cock and then sucking it rough in
his mouth, knowing his brother is oversensitive at the moment, but also knowing that he has it in him to come again right away. he sucks until atsumu's back bows off the bed, and then stops. he takes out the plug from atsumu's ass. atsumu snaps to attention, quivering with need.
πβ¨ some hinahinamiya just for you, Ro! #nsfw cw: underage
When Sho and Natsu come back from their shopping trip with twin devil-smiles on their faces, Tsum knows he's in for it. When Sho hands the little black bag from a favorite adult store over to Natsu, who giggles and skips into the bedroom, he groans, stomach clenching with the
dreaded combo of fear and excitement that is the calling card for the Hinata siblings. "Don't look so worried," Sho says, climbing into Tsum's lap on the couch. "Yeah right," Tsum says, licking the smirk off of Sho's face before Sho tips his head back and tongue-fucks his mouth.