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#NSFWSktsWeek2023 Day 2: Meet Ugly, "Do it. I Dare you." | NSFW | @sktsweek

The first thing Atsumu sees when he walks into the gym is a volleyball flying directly at his face. The second thing he sees is Sakusa Kiyoomi landing back on the ground after spiking. The third thing +

he sees is darkness as the ball hits him square in the face, knocking him backward.

Meian, who witnessed the entire incident, reaches a hand to help him up. "New recruit's got one hell of an arm on him," he laughs.

Atsumu wrinkles his nose. "Maybe he should learn to aim before+

we actually put him on the court," he mutters under his breath.

There's no day worse than the first practice with new team members. Sure, he can adjust to a new spiker quickly, but it takes entirely too long for the new players to adjust to him. Sakusa proves to be no different.

He doesn't apologize for the volleyball incident. Instead, he narrows his eyes and sends a snide "Maybe your reflexes should be better," in Atsumu's direction.

It takes every ounce of professionalism within him for Atsumu to restrain himself from punching the guy. +

After practice, he feels Sakusa's glare from across the locker room. He retaliates with a glare of his own. An entire week passes before either of them utter another word to the other off the court. They communicate through expressions of disgust that stir up memories of the +

dull ache of a volleyball colliding with Atsumu's skull.

The problem with their lack of communication is that it doesn't transfer over to any sort of good teamwork. While Atsumu clicks almost immediately with Shoyo, his sets to Sakusa fall short. Sakusa seems to be holding back+

from giving his spikes his all. A week after Sakusa's first day, Coach Foster calls the pair into his office after practice.

"You're both exceptional players. That's why I'm so confused as to why you can't seem to cooperate. If I don't see some serious change, I'm gonna have to+

reconsider the starting configuration for the upcoming season."

Atsumu stiffens at that. "Sorry, Coach. We'll figure it out."

Sakusa nods. "Sorry."

They leave. Atsumu slumps against the wall outside of the office. "This wouldn't even be a problem if ya hadn't fuckin' hit me."+

Sakusa turns, slamming his palm against the wall beside Atsumu's face, effectively pinning him to the wall. "You make me so mad, I wanna hit you again," he says through gritted teeth.

"Do it," Atsumu spits. "I dare you."

Sakusa surges forward, capturing Atsumu's lips in a +

rough, messy kiss. More tongue and teeth and spit than anything, it's maddening. Atsumu feels breath flee his lungs, his mind running blank except for the constant craving for /more./

Sakusa sucks on his lower lip before pulling away.

"Again," Atsumu gasps.

"Not here." +

Fifteen minutes later, Atsumu is pinned to Sakusa's bed. The other man straddles him, pressing bruising kisses to his lips and neck as Atsumu gasps into the sensation. Atsumu grips Sakusa's hips, grinding him down against his cock. Sakusa breaks the kiss and sits up to pull his +

shirt off. Atsumu quickly strips off his own. Their pants follow soon after. Sakusa pulls a condom and a bottle of lube from his nightstand, working himself open before Atsumu gets a chance to offer.

"Need ya now, Omi," he moans.

Sakusa whimpers as he pushes another finger +

inside of himself. "Almost."

Atsumu slips the condom on as he watches Sakusa's fingers stretch himself open. After a little while longer, he pulls his fingers out and straddles Atsumu's hips again, lowering himself onto his cock with a loud moan.

"Fuck," Atsumu moans. +

"Yer so fucking hot."

Sakusa grabs his hands and places them on his hips. Atsumu digs his fingers into his ass, squeezing as Sakusa rides him. Sakusa lets out a loud gasp as the grip. "Feels good."

Atsumu thrusts up into him, earning a whine. Sakusa's moans are beautiful, +

so loud and desperate that Atsumu has no clue how he's gone through life deprived of such a pleasure as hearing them.

Sakusa grinds down onto his cock with passion, meeting Atsumu's thrusts. Atsumu trails his hands down his back, digging his nails into his skin as he feels his +

orgasm rapidly approaching. Sakusa guides one of his hands to his cock. Atsumu happily wraps his palm around it, stroking as he fucks into him. Sakusa's moans become erratice, higher pitched.

"So fucking good," he whines. "Gonna cum."

"Yeah?" Atsumu moans.

Sakusa nods. +

It doesn't take long before Atsumu is finishing, his entire body consumed by the feeling. Sakusa follows suit, his head falling back in pleasure.

Sakusa climbs off of him. Atsumu gets rid of the condom, then turns to him. "So that was—"

"Great. You should shower." +

"Right," Atsumu mutters. "Any chance ya wanna do that again some time?"

"I could be persuaded," Sakusa replies. "If you get better on the court."

"Hey! You also need to get better!"

"Yeha, whatever," Sakusa replies, but his smile is too genuine for the words to carry any heat.