Thread by @merykristmas2

#NSFWSkts2023
@sktsweek
Day 3 - only one bed

“Would you stop moving for a fucking second?”

Atsumu freezes.

Okay so Sakusa apparently wasn’t asleep, and if his tone is any hint, he was /pissed/.

But what’s new?

“I’m anxious, alright? We /have/ to win that game tomorrow and—“

“No shit, Miya.” A sigh. “Just relax, keeping me awake with you isn’t doing the team any favor.”

How on earth was Atsumu supposed to relax when he was sharing a bed with Sakusa freaking Kiyoomi?

At this point, the blond was ninety percent Meian did it on purpose.

‘Oops, I must have made a mistake while booking’ he’d said ‘my bad’ he’d said.

Mistake my ass, Atsumu thinks as he brings the covers up to his chin.

He was aware his teammates were getting tired of Sakusa and his’ ‘will they, won’t they’ dynamic,

but was it a reason to trap Atsumu like this? Did it justify subjecting Atsumu to a basically naked and warm as fuck Sakusa lying only inches from him?

He does not think so.

“Miya, seriously, just breathe.”

How can I, when you take my breath away?

Instead of being romantic, Atsumu would much rather be a dick. “Shut yer trap, I’m tryin’ it’s just— Nevermind.”

The sheets shift as Sakusa turns to Atsumu. “You’ve been playing pro for years now, how do you usually relax before a game?”

“I—“

Well, he usually jerked off, but he couldn’t say that to Kiyoomi.

Too bad Sakusa can read him like a book. “What is it? Just tell me, I already know you’re a weirdo anyway.”

Exhaling through his nose, Atsumu’s hands fist his shirt. “It’s not weird, it’s just—“ Oh what the hell.

“I just… Jerk off.”

There is a little noise from Sakusa, almost as if he was ready to say more but then snapped his mouth shut.

In the ensuing silence, Atsumu closes his eyes and cringes.

“I told ya I—“

“Do it then.”

When his eyes shoot open, they settle on the dark from of Kiyoomi on his left. “Wha— I’m not, the bathroom’s walls are thin as fuck, you’d hear every—“

“Exactly, so don’t bother.” The blond hears him moving,

next thing he knows the lamp on the bedside table is on and they’re basked in a warm light. “Just do it here.”

Uh?

“Here?” He dumbly points to the bed, Kiyoomi clicks his tongue.

“Yes here.”

“But…”

Wait, was that Kiyoomi’s plan to kick him off the team,

was he going to file for sexual harassment as soon as Atsumu got his dick out?

“You’ve kept me awake for hours already, just get on with it, Miya.”

“Omi, I don’t think—“

“Don’t act like an audience wouldn’t turn you on.” And Atsumu’s words die on his tongue,

especially when Kiyoomi settles on his side, chin in hand. “I want to watch you, are you gonna let me?”

Fuck Sakusa and his forwardness, the blond could feel his underwear filling up already.

Atsumu must have had a loose screw somewhere,

because the pure boredom and nonchalance on Sakusa’s face as he waits definitely does it for him.

“Alright then.” Throwing the sheets off like cautions to the wind, Atsumu is quickly left exposed.

Sakusa’s eyes immediately dips to his naked torso, tracing perked nipples,

leaving a hot trail behind them. They move lower, passing the bulge in Atsumu’s boxers to focus on his thighs.

When the blond doesn’t dare moving, breath caught in his chest, dark eyes flick back up to his.

“Well?” He cocks an eyebrow, a curl falls in his eyes. “Show me.”

Always eager to please, Atsumu does.

He’s hesitant at first, gently rubbing his palm over his clothed cock, watching it fill up along with Sakusa. But by the time he grabbed the lube and his underwear is gone, erection bopping against his stomach,

his instincts and habits kick in.

He’s still well aware of Sakusa’s attentive eyes on him, they leave him burning, force him to put on a show he doesn’t usually bother with.

He takes his sweet time working his cock, arches his back off the bed, bites his lips and makes sure his little hiccups sound extra slutty.

At some point he cracks an eye open, sees the way Kiyoomi seems transfixed, tongue peaking out,

lips parted with a hand moving under the covers and he bucks up into his fist.

“Fuck Omi.” He whines, close dangerously fast.

He doesn’t even know if he wants to beg Sakusa to touch him or not. He’d love to feel the long fingers on his body,

to put those freaky wrists to good use but on the other hand he loves the way Kiyoomi is drooling for him right now, the way his eyebrows are slightly pinched down, breaths growing ragged.

“What are you thinking about Miya?” Kiyoomi abruptly asks when Atsumu starts to see stars,

voice rougher than the blond’s ever heard it. “When you touch yourself like this, what do you think about?”

Atsumu’s hand speeds up as he sobs his answer out, “You. Always you.”

Kiyoomi folds like he’s been punched in the stomach, gasping out a curse. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot—“

And the pet name does it, Atsumu comes all over his chest screaming Kiyoomi’s name.

They don’t end up fucking that night,

because they do have a very important match the next day and need actual sleep. But when they show up on the court with matching hickeys, their team cheers long before the game even starts.

//fin