Thread by @Ms_AFK

#OsaMei

NSFW/Guided Masturbation/Dirty Talking/Voyeurism

Shuugo’s could feel his muscles aching. The day finally weighing down on his shoulders. All he wanted to do was sink into the hot tub and soak. Maybe disappear.

He had to separate Sakusa and Atsumu again. If those two could get their head out of their ass, he would be /fine/. But they were dancing around each other and the team was egging them on.

Sighing, he unlocked his apartment door.

Kicking his shoes off, dropping his duffel bag in the entry. His back was turned to the living room when he felt arms circle his waist.

“Welcome home, darlin,” Osamu whispers his face pressed into Shuugo’s back.

Osamu was the warmth he needed, the warmth he craved. His weight against his back was comforting.

Reaching behind him, he rubbed up and down his lover’s back. It’s been too long-with the traveling, Osamu’s business succeeding, game after game-

They haven’t seen each other in 6 weeks. Shuugo could feel it, he could feel the emptiness in his heart, the weight in his bones.

“Welcome back, love. How long have ya been here?” Shuugo asks, softly.

“Long enough to know that ya haven’t been takin’ care of yerself,”

Meian chuckled, it has been some time since he has cared for his body. He was an athlete, he did just enough- but it’s been so long since he felt the love and care from his lover’s hands.

“Come on darlin’. Let’s get ya washed up then I’ll take real good care of ya,”

“Yes sir, lead the way,” Shuugo smirks, letting himself be pulled down the hall into his bedroom.

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Shuugo forgot the pleasure of his lover’s hands on him. Forgot how well Osamu was with caring for him. Forgot how Osamu made his blood turn into lava.

Leaning against the shower wall, he watched as Osamu dried off. The water droplets clinging to his board shoulders. The light tan he had from working with Kita.

Osamu didn’t stop working out after high school, the rice bags he hauled around did wonders for his arms.

He could see the tension in Osamu’s shoulders as he dried his hair. The frown on his face in the mirror.

Shuugo wanted to kiss his lips until he softly smiled. He wanted to press his body into the mattress and fuck him stupid. But he had a better idea.

His cock twitches at the thought. He could, but he wants to watch Osamu take himself apart for him. To break down his walls, to have Osamu begging for his cock.

“Samu,”
“Yes, love?”

Osamu must have felt the shift in the room. The tension building, the storm on the-

horizon, ready to burst at any moment. Osamu’s grey eyes meet his in the mirror. The corner of his lips tilt up, his eyes hooded.

“Ya got that look, darlin’. As if yer takin’ me apart in yer head,”
“And if I am?”

Osamu turns around, leaning his hips against the sink. His cock half-hard, hands gripping the sink.

“Mm, how about I take ya apart with my mouth?”

Meian shivered, the throat of Osamu’s lips around his cock, his wet, tight, throat-

“Take yer hand and touch yer chest, baby,” Osamu coaxes as he watches.

Oh /fuck yes/.

The last time they did this was over FaceTime. Osamu had a way with words. That orgasm was in his top 5.

Running his head down his stomach, lightly touching his cock. He was fully hard now, leaking pre-cum. His thoughts on the last time they were together.

“That’s it, good boy. Now stroke yerself, just for me.” Osamu breathes.

Meian whimpered, his hand still wet from his shower. Not as good as lube, but it will do for now.

Wrapping his hand around himself, he sighs. The tension slowly bleeding out as he moves up and down slowly. It’s been too long-

“Stop thinking, I’m doing the work. Yer just just follow along like a good puppy,”

Fuck he wasn’t going to last long. His body more responsive, his skin tingly, his thoughts drowning in Osamu, Osamu,Osamu.

“Good boy, now open yer mouth and spit on yer cock,”

Shuugo moaned, rough and deep. His balls tightening, he could feel the wire coiling in his spine. He was going to cum- he had to grip his cock to stop from cumming.

“Spit, Shu. It will feel better I promise,”

Leaning his head down, he caught his look in the mirror.

Pupils blown wide, his hair sticking up every direction. A blush settling on his cheeks and chest. His eyes hunger, but filled with adoration for his lover.

The drool lowering from his lips, and smearing over his cock. Osamu was right, he felt so much better.

“Good boy, yer so pent up. There ya go. Faster, bring yer other hand and squeeze yer nipple. I know ya love that,” Osamu huffs, his voice breathy.

He wasn’t touching himself, but he sure was affected by Meian.

Shuugo’s hand gained speed as he fucked into his hand. Osamu’s eyes on him, the way his hunger eyes followed his hand. His hips becoming unsteady. The air tapped in his lungs as he tried to force a deep breath.

“Cum, Shu. Cum for me,”

He lets go, his vision blurring. A low moan slips through his parted lips as his cock jerks. Hips slowing down until his spent.

He felt as Osamu kissed his cheek, a hand titling his chin down.

“Look at ya, just a little dirty talk and some watching gets ya off,” Osamu coos.

Shuugo smiles, blissed out and his shoulders sagging.

“When it’s ya, I’d do anything to please,” Meian says softly.

Osamu pulled him closer, not even bothering with the cum drying on his hand or his legs.

“Now it’s my turn,”

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Throwing this into the world, I’m going to bed.

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