Thread by @merykristmas2

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Day 3 - “Don’t tempt me”
Dirty Dancing AU

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come?” Sakusa asks, stopping at the bottom of the stairs winding up the secluded little hill. “You said it’s only going to be employees there.”

Tooru stops a few steps above him,

turning back only for Sakusa to witness his infamous eye roll. “I told you, it’s /fine/.”

“No, what you said was: ‘Iwa-chan might be mad’. And you had that smile on your face, the perverted one.”

And the perverted smile is right back. Kiyoomi doesn’t even want to know.

“Just trust me Kiyo-chan.”

With that, Oikawa keeps on climbing the stairs.

Sakusa doesn’t want to be stuck here alone, so he follows with as little reluctance as possible. You couldn’t really argue with Oikawa anyway, he was the grandson of the resort’s owner after all.

Kiyoomi’s parents had been so happy when he said he would be out tonight, hanging out with /the/ Oikawa Tooru.

If they could see what Kiyoomi faces when they reach the top of those stairs, they’d probably faint.

Earlier, when Oikawa had asked what he was doing tonight and Kiyoomi had deadpanned “What is there to do after six here? Bingo night?” (Oikawa had pouted, so Kiyoomi reassured him, he /loved/ bingo night when Tooru was the one running it, of course. Right.)

he should have been more suspicious.

He knew it would probably be a little wilder than Mambo Night, of course, but he didn’t expect something so— dirty.

There was a little house there, away from the rest of the resort and the guests,

each room seemed to be lit up in a different color, loud music was shaking the walls, the place packed.

They make their way inside a lobby, then a room, a corridor, yet another room; Oikawa seems to be waving to any and everyone but Kiyoomi can’t really focus on who.

He’s clearly sticking out like a sore thumb here with his polo shirt and dress shoes, some people aren’t even wearing a shirt, and he knows he’s rudely staring but — He’s /mesmerized/.

Kiyoomi understands why the music’s so loud now,

/everybody/ here is dancing, but it’s none of the ballroom dancing Sakusa had been dragged to. This is /lewd/.

Sakusa might be twenty-one now, he’s still never seen something as debauched and sultry as what’s happening here. He can’t look away from the roaming hands,

hastily painted nails leaving red streaks on naked abs, shameless hips moving and grinding in hypnotic rhythms, flushed faces buried deep in necks or flung back—

He’s careful not to touch anybody as he squeezes by.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa’s happy squeak shakes him out of his ogling.

Tooru has his arms around a tall, bulky man, who squeezes Oikawa’s waist and gives him a quick kiss, whispering something too low to hear.

Sakusa thinks he recognizes him as the instructor working at the pool,

except his shirt is rolled up at the sleeves and his pants are lacking any belt now, dipping low on his stomach. Like, very low.

Though as soon as he spots Kiyoomi behind Tooru, said Iwa-cha scowls.

“What is he doing here?” He asks,

and Kiyoomi almost wishes the thumping music was louder, so he wouldn’t have to hear it. “Baby I told you, we can’t have guests in here.”

“Relax.” Oikawa purrs, fingers playing with the man’s neckline. “Kiyoomi’s cool, he won’t tell anyone.”

Two pairs of eyes turn to him, Kiyoomi doesn’t really know what to do except nod. “Yeah, no, I won’t tell anyone.”

Why would he? His dad would never let him out of his sight ever again.

Iwa-chan clearly isn’t convinced,

but then Oikawa leans down, whispering in the instructor’s ear and suddenly the snarl on his face is replaced by a smirk Kiyoomi doesn’t ever want to investigate.

Gross.

Also maybe a little hot.

“Fine.” Iwa-chan says. “He can stay.”

A kiss on the cheek is his reward,

and the guy slips a hand on Oikawa’s ass in retaliation. Kiyoomi looks away, but it’s getting awfully hot in here.

Just when he thought he’d be able to melt in the crowd,

maybe observe everything from a corner like a real virgin, a creep, or both, there’s an incredulous chuckle coming from Kiyoomi’s side.

And his entire body goes taunt at the noise, kind of ashamed at how easily he recognized that voice.

“Well, well, well.” The voice drawls, ridiculous accent stretching the vowels. “What do we have here?”

Of course it’s Atsumu.

The blond appears out of the sea of dancing bodies, a beer in hand, his usual smirk a hundred times cockier tonight.

“Did Pretty Boy get lost on the way to the golf course?” He mocks, making Kiyoomi’s blood boil already. “Do ya need help sweetheart?”

“Atsumu.” Tooru warns, but he’s a little distracted by a mouth lavishing his jaw. “Play nice.”

“Oh, I’ll be nice alright.” He takes a swig of his drink, eyes sparkling up at Kiyoomi. “Don’t ya worry.”

As much as he’d like to deny it, Sakusa knows he has been obvious these past few weeks. He’s been watching Atsumu /a lot/.

Why?

Because he can’t stop.

The first time he saw the blond, as Kiyoomi’s parents were introducing him to one of their old friends, his heart missed a beat.

Since then Kiyoomi had been watching the dance instructor from afar, during the blond’s lessons,

when he was walking by with his friends or as he dropped by to annoy Oikawa.

They haven’t spoken before, but Kiyoomi was always too slow to avert his eyes.

And how could he forget that time, Kiyoomi was so entranced staring at Asumu’s thighs in swim-shorts he didn’t realize he had been caught until the blond crouched down to meet his eye with a smug little grin.

Ugh.

It was embarrassing, that's why Kiyoomi would never admit to it.

“And you are?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow.

Atsumu seems to perk up at the disdain. Mmh. “Me? I can be everything ya need darlin’.”

Kiyoomi’s cheeks are definitely getting warm, he looks to the side to hide it.

But looking to the side means getting a front view of two strangers grinding to the beat against each other, the man’s face buried in-between bouncing breasts. It doesn’t help with the blushing cheeks.

“You? I doubt that.” He clumsily answers, at a loss as to where to keep his eyes on.

Turns out he doesn’t have to search for long, the blond steals all his attention away when he inches closer.

His smile seems genuine, but the mischief in his eyes is growing hotter and hotter,

especially when he rakes his eyes all over Sakusa's body. When he tilts his head to get a view of Kiyoomi’s ass, the latter’s hand twitches.

“Mmh, let me guess,” He ventures, looking up at Kiyoomi through long eyelashes. “ya only let scholars get a taste of ya, uh? Such a precious little thing like ya, must take a real rich man ta fuck ya.”

By Atsumu’s little satisfied air, he knows he’s being egged on,

yet Kiyoomi can’t help his glare.

It only makes the guy cackle, “Wow careful there love, ya could kill someone with that look.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Kiyoomi grunts back and the bastard licks his teeth.

“Yer feisty, I like it.” He takes yet another step closer,

the music and blood beating in Kiyoomi’s ears make him forget to take a step back.

Was he imagining the way Atsumu was staring at his lips? Either way, he’s staring right back, heavy, hot tension pushing down on them.

Until the blond breaks it, “Wanna dance?”

“Wh-what?”

Oh god, he did not just /stammer/.

“I said,” Atsumu puts his beer on a nearby table. “Do ya wanna dance?”

Sakusa takes a look around then, and the mere thought of being pressed against Atsumu like those people are is enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.

“Kiyoomi.” The blond says and— wow, when did he get even closer? “Yes or no? What's it gonna be?”

The cocked eyebrow, the beautiful smile, sinful eyes, Kiyoomi never stood a chance.

He takes the hand Atsumu is holding out for him, and he’s immediately dragged further into the crowd.

As strong, commanding hands find his hips, Kiyoomi belatedly question, “Wait, how do you know my name?”

Atsumu brings their hips flush and Kiyoomi whimpers high in his throat.

The blond openly laughs at him, grinning as he answers. “You haven’t been the only one watching, love.”

//fin maybe TBC??

I watched dirty dancing last night (: