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#nsfwsktsweek2023 @sktsweek / day 3 - only one bed 😴

kiyoomi didn’t see this coming this morning. he was worried about the game against ejp.

now his three major concerns are the single king size bed in their hotel room, the ceiling mirror above it, and miya atsumu.

it’s their new managers fault. he booked the normal amount of rooms in a normal part of town close to the gymnasium ejp plays their home games at.

he just didn’t realize he was renting a love hotel. kiyoomi rolls his eyes at the stupidity. the reservation says they are staying for 36 hours. that should have been a red flag.

the team thought it was too funny, and it was at first, the new manager going completely red in front of coach, but as they split off into their room assignments for the evening, kiyoomi realizes the joke may be on him.

it’s not like he doesn’t want anything to happen between him and atsumu. he does. and recently, he thinks maybe atsumu wants to too.

they give each other /looks,/ atsumu’s been texting him too many gym selfies lately, and only half of them are going to his instagram story. seems like crush behavior.

but, he’s not going to figure this out tonight. they have a shakeout run early in the morning, and a long day ahead. he just need to get through tonight somehow, with minimal sexual tension.

he can address it tomorrow night for sure, after the game. maybe. they have 48 hours here after all. they’ll go out with komori and suna tomorrow night for sure.

the world, of course, has offered him no favors sticking him in a room with only one bed and a fucking ceiling mirror directly above it. no question what that’s for.

but it’s fine, the mood stays light, they laugh at the vibrators in the sex vending machine.

“ya know, if my girlfriend wanted to buy a vibrator like mid love hotel stay, i might be a little offended.”

atsumu then takes a shower as kiyoomi does his skincare at the sink. so much of this intimacy is natural, feeling much like a normal day after practice in their locker room.

he goes to do some evening stretching, atsumu comes back, puttering around in his bag. he’s almost lulled into a false sense of peace. he yawns into his downward dog and miya gets into bed and turns on the tv absentmindedly, ready for bed.

porn BLARES from the tv, and miya immediately jumps to not turn it off, but turn it down.

he laughs, “fuck, i forgot where i was for a second, holy shit.” he continues to flip through the channels, and from his pigeon pose, he can see that yes, it’s all porn.

atsumu stops on a channel, and the tv is shitty, so the picture is grainy, but it’s for the best.

harsh lighting, a woman in a short plaid skirt is getting plowed over a desk, the camera doing so much work to avoid how unattractive the male is.

“this is just bad porn.” kiyoomi comments.

“oh for sure. bad porn. no one wants to see things that closely. or i don’t.”

“what’s more your speed then?fisheye lens porn?”

atsumu laughs. but he doesn’t turn off the tv, just changes the channel.

“what kind of porn you like, omi-omi? i know this man isn’t doing it for ya, you pick.” atsumu tosses him the remote.

// tbc 😴😴😴

kiyoomi sighs, so much for the lack of sexual tension. his brain feels like it’s melting, but he flips through the tv the same. lots of lesbian porn, good for them, but only a couple mlm options.

kiyoomi settles on what seems to be amateur bdsm. a tiny brunette tied up while a much larger blonde fingers him while his dick twitches and he tries to squirm his way out of the restraints. yeah. much more his speed.

he leaves it at that, glancing a look at atsumu, adjusting himself in his shorts.

“no jerking off atsumu. i know you’re thinking about it.”

atsumu /whines/, “ah you’re noooo fun omi, you should see what suna would get up to in high school.”

“don’t want to hear it.” kiyoomi can’t get himself to glance back over at atsumu. he hears the way the bed shifts, he knows they both are both turned on by the scene, the poor twink finally getting the cock he was begging for the whole time.

“uh,” atsumu speaks up, “which one, ya know, would you want to be. hypothetically.”

“are you asking if i top or bottom?”

kiyoomi finally looks at atsumu, doing everything in his power not to look at his tented boxers.

atsumu just nods, his eyes clearly full of lust. the quiet moaning, slapping sounds of the porn in the background are not doing them any favors.

“hm. let’s just say i wouldn’t mind being either of these guys.”

there’s silence for a beat too long, so kiyoomi gets up, pisses with some difficulty bc his dick is very interested in what’s going on and turns off the tv, turns off the lights.

“goodnight atsumu.”

“sweet dreams omi.” kiyoomi can hear the shit eating grin even in the dark.

// smut to come thanks for being patient

kiyoomi walks over, avoiding atsumu’s eyes and sits on the bed. still keyed up.

is now really the best timing for all of this? no. but the pull he’s felt towards atsumu, and his dick’s very very clear interest in whats going on right now make it all seem inevitable. it’s happening. right now.

“atsumu?”

atsumu looks up after he says his name, and kiyoomi can see the way atsumu’s eyes lights up.

“yeah, omi?”

“i don’t think i’m going to be able to sleep that well tonight.”

atsumu grins. “i can try to help you with that if you want.”

they crash together, first a soft meeting of lips, but once they establish where each other is in space, they let each other in.

kiyoomi notices atsumu really likes it when he catches his bottom lip in his mouth, and plays with it between his teeth.

and he’s vocal. which kiyoomi loves. always just moaning, cursing, saying omi in a way that’s going to fuck him up for weeks.

they close the space even more between them, and kiyoomi manages to sit himself on atsumu’s lap. and with it, he can feel atsumu’s cock pulsing beneath him. god, he wants it so bad.

he looks down at atsumu, who is half smiling half mouth open in bliss, and starts to rock on his lap.

“yeah baby, you look so good like that. feel how hard you got me? fuck.” atsumu bucks up into kiyoomi as he says it.

kiyoomi’s own cock is straining painfully in his boxer briefs, and he realizes this entire situation has too much clothing.

he takes his shirt off, atsumu wasting no time running his hands up the planes of his abs before settling them on his hips, encouraging him to rock down on him harder.

kiyoomi notices that atsumu has his eyes somewhere else, and then he remembers.

the mirror.

the sight of them both is erotic, almost too dark to make out but the shine of atsumu’s hair and the paleness of kiyoomi’s skin stand out.

it’s mesmerizing.

“it’s like porn of yourself. live.” atsumu says underneath him, and kiyoomi shuts him up with a kiss that has them devouring each other.

kiyoomi’s getting a cramp in his knee, so they untangle, kiyoomi’s shorts come off, and atsumu scoots down to the foot of the bed, confidently taking kiyoomi’s cock in hard, more than slick with precum.

kiyoomi can’t decide whether atsumu looking up at him as he expertly starts taking him down his throat is hotter or looking up and taking the whole scene in the mirror is better.

his body makes the choice for him, shutting his eyes in pleasure as atsumu takes him deeper.

kiyoomi moans at that, then it stops suddenly.

“is it good?” kiyoomi opens his eyes to see atsumu demanding an answer, his mouth shiny and spit slick.

“yeah. please. i’m so close.”

“no tell me it feels good.”

kiyoomi folds.

“fuck, atsumu, so good. so good at sucking my cock.”

that seems to make atsumu happy, and as kiyoomi starts reaching his peak, pulling atsumu’s hair to warn him, “such a good boy atsumu.” comes out. naturally.

kiyoomi’s post nut stupid after that, but he jerks atsumu off as he continues to sing praises of his cock sucking ability. he lets atsumu cum on his face he’s feeling so nice.

and after, it’s not as weird as he was worried it would be. a quick rinse, a discussion of who’s shower gel is better, a second brushing of the teeth. atsumu lets kiyoomi be little spoon.

they do actually sleep very well that night. 😴

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