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#NSFWSakuAtsuWeek2023 @sktsweek
skts nsfw bottomi // day 4 - "Why are you blushing?"
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Atsumu's a menace, but Kiyoomi knew that going in.

"You look so sweet for me, Omi." He cups his jaw, turning Kiyoomi's head so he can see himself in the mirror, Atsumu's eyes pinned to him.

He wouldn't say he looks sweet. He looks lewd, this way, sitting naked on Atsumu's cock in the giant mirror that Atsumu had carefully placed in front of the end of the bed.

"I just want you to see what I see," he'd said, kissing Kiyoomi's curls, "I think you'll like it."

In the mirror, though, Kiyoomi feels massive. The broad expanse of his shoulders hides part of Atsumu, and his thick thighs are stretched wide over Atsumu's legs.

Below his leaking dick, heavy in his dark pubes, there's his hole stretched around Atsumu's cock.

Atsumu's got one hand wrapped around his waist, holding him down so he squirms around his cock, feels it pulse and shake inside of him.

"Gorgeous," he purrs against his neck, trailing his hand down Kiyoomi's chest, toying with a nipple and lingering on the fat muscle.

Kiyoomi wouldn't call himself gorgeous, with his sweat matted curls and the way his body flushes an angry red.

That was the problem, apparently. "You don't think you're pretty when I fuck you, Omi?" Atsumu asked, making Kiyoomi choke on his water, because it came out of nowhere.

"I don't think anyone looks pretty when they're fucked, Atsumu, please don't talk about this in front of the team," he'd hissed upon his recovery, and Atsumu - to his credit - held it in until he'd moved the mirror in place.

"I'll show ya how pretty you are," he swore.

"You don't think so, still?" Atsumu frowns, reading Kiyoomi's petulant pout for what it is. "Alright, let me-" he does /something/ and adjusts them both, manhandling Kiyoomi with an impossible ease until they're both on their knees and he's no longer sitting on his dick.

The motion breathes some life into his aching cock, the friction and pressure against his hole giving him some pleasure, and Atsumu chases the drops of precum and brings them to his lips. "Tasty," he says, laugh rolling through Kiyoomi.

"/Fuck/ me, Miya," Kiyoomi growls.

"Mouthy!" Atsumu adjusts his grip though, grabs his waist. "C'mon, gimme just one more chance to show ya how gorgeous you look, and then we can stop. I know it's killin' ya a bit."

He's right. Sex is hard enough without watching himself, his faces, wondering what Atsumu sees.

Kiyoomi gulps. "Do your worst," he says, knowing that soon enough they'll fuck /normally/, how he wants, his head pressed into the mattress while Atsumu batters his ass before sucking the cum out afterwards with his stupid massive tongue.

Atsumu kisses him again. "My pleasure."

When he winds into Kiyoomi, he knows he's in trouble.

It's a slow grind, the one Atsumu uses when he wants Kiyoomi to feel every inch of his girth stretching him open, every vein, the curve, his wide head stretching his rim as he nearly unsheathes himself.

And then - quick as a whip - a snap inside, punching the breath of Omi, making him gasp.

Slow, and he'll never know /how/ slow, that's how dangerous he is, and Atsumu's gotten good at never giving away his tells, and then a snap of his hips.

"F-fuck," it's all he can manage.

"More?" One of Atsumu's hands rises from his waist to hold his head in place again, fingers dipping into his mouth to gag him, keep him full, mumble nonsense around it, while his hips pull back and rush forward.

It's /agony/ watching him do it.

Seeing him slowly pull back, stupid little grin on his face, before ecstacy brushes through both of them when he fucks back inside, the wet slap of his hips meeting Kiyoomi's ass echoing out into the room.

"You're so cute when you're stuffed like this," Atsumu says.

"Atsu-" Kiyoomi tries, but those fingers slip deeper inside and he has to suck, feels compelled.

"It's just right, seeing you fall to pieces on my cock," wiggling his hips while Kiyoomi clenches around him, back arching into his chest. His nerves feel electric.

"I always think about how pretty you are when you're riding me, wish I could see your face when I'm fucking you the way you like," and it's such a soft confession it makes Kiyoomi gasp and drool, and Atsumu's not even looking at him for it.

He can tell, through the mirror.

"You've got all these cute little twitches, little tells. I think they're gorgeous," and Kiyoomi frowns through the pleasure, the haze.

"Your thighs shake when you're about to come, and you take shorter breaths when I'm hittin' ya just right and it makes your chest bounce."

/God fucking dammit, Atsumu/ he thinks, because he demonstrates and his pecs /are/ shaking while he chokes on Atsumu's fingers, short little breaths.

Atsumu grants him a moment of reprieve, cleaning them dry on his chest so it shines with spit before embedding them back in.

"Your eyes don't close when you come, either," he says. "Always found that peculiar."

He doesn't /stop/ pounding away at him, fucking Kiyoomi's throat, making him sweatier and more fucked out and blissful and mindless.

Maybe Kiyoomi goes stupid during sex, who knows.

"Honestly," and he pauses, and it's torture, "maybe you're just pretty during sex because /I/ think you're pretty. Pretty gorgeous, that is." And it's /unfair/ that that's what makes his cheeks flush with heat, makes his cock ache, eyes roll back in his head.

"What's this?" Thumb against his jawline, a kiss to his neck. "Why are ya blushin', Omi? Is it cause I told you what I think? Just the honest truth?"

The hand on his waist drops to his cock, and Kiyoomi hisses in pleasure, the promise of relief.

"It's because I think you're beautiful, hot, strong," a new, scalding pace; Atsumu furiously jerking his cock so fast Kiyoomi can't think, can just hear the words. "That you're stunning like this, all stretched open on my cock, letting me fuck you, letting me see you like this."

He says it with purpose, and it's not a question - just the truth, and Kiyoomi has to take it like he has to take the cock in his ass, twitching inside of him, like Atsumu's ready to come and he's just racing Kiyoomi to orgasm.

Kiyoomi's beat him here, too.

And he's /right/ dammit, Kiyoomi's thighs shaking as he's on the cusp of it, and he sees - in the mirror - distantly like he's out of his own body, his cock spill into Atsumu's hand while he screams around his fingers, because he /does/ keep his eyes open when he comes.

When Atsumu finally follows - holding him tight like he's a sweet and precious thing - he's joyous.

"You blushed! It was cute! You liked it!"

"I did no such thing," Kiyoomi hisses, hiding his face because his skin is a traitor.

"Can I try one more thing?"

And Atsumu's so eager that he lets him, and Kiyoomi comes one more time sitting on his face, Atsumu's tongue buried in his ass while he makes Kiyoomi stare himself down in the mirror as Atsumu cleans him out.

Hands gripping his thighs, Kiyoomi's cock hanging slack over his hair.

Hips jerking as Atsumu tastes himself and calls himself delicious while he licks the cum out of him body.

And when he finally collapses - a little lifeless, a little dead - on the mattress, and Atsumu has his eyes wide open like hes just seen God or Romero himself +

"Can we /please/ put that mirror away?" Kiyoomi asks.

"Absolutely not," Atsumu replies. "Ain't got no strength left in me."

(fin)