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#sakuatsuweek2023 @sktsweek day 5 - intimacy | one rainy day in osaka

𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢, 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 175𝘬𝘮/𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥

𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 200𝘬𝘮/𝘩. 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

the sky was tar-black and large gray clouds were moving towards the window, up to the roof,

until it was out of sight.

tree branches fighting against gusts of wind that tend to break wood, relentless tapping on the window of pitter-patter, and puddles forming by the balcony, an iridescent pool of colors emanating from it.

inside sat atsumu, facing the glass doors by the floor on a sea of blankets. sprawled carelessly, pillows from the bedroom over it.

the muted sound of the weather forecast behind him, the smell of fresh hot cocoa looming closer to him as kiyoomi came inside the living room,

two mugs nestled on his hands.

kiyoomi sat down beside atsumu, setting the cups on the floor first. then an arm draped over atsumu's, pulling him closer to kiyoomi's chest and his warmth. the steam from their drink dissipates into air.

they can drink it later.

kiyoomi, whispering "are you cold?" as he nuzzled his nose on atsumu's head, inhaling his sweet scent.

"a little." atsumu says softly, lifting his arm to wrap around kiyoomi's torso.

repositioning themselves for comfort, kiyoomi slowly moved his limbs so that

atsumu could lean his back comfortably on kiyoomi's chest. and kiyoomi, holding atsumu firmly from his back.

"thanks, love." atsumu whispers. no need for kiyoomi to answer with his words. a simple peck on atsumu's cheek was enough.

"anything for you." the kiss conveyed.

"cocoa?" followed by a nod from the blonde, prompting kiyoomi to pick up the glazed black ceramic mug with a dent by its mouth.

a mishap atsumu made one pottery class ago, but kiyoomi wanted to keep it. a sign of atsumu's effort.

a muted yellow mug, glazed and shaped to perfection settled in kiyoomi's hand. a color he chose instinctively. a color that reminded him of atsumu.

with the muffled sound of the tv, kiyoomi and atsumu focused on the weather outside.

kiyoomi's arms enveloping atsumu.

sometimes leaving a trail of kisses on atsumu's head, to his temple, to his cheeks and his jaw, and finally settling his head on the crook of atsumu's neck.

atsumu, tracing his fingers on the length of the arms that hold him. moving his thumb in circles,

peppering kisses on kiyoomi's hands, to his forehead, up to the mop of curly hair as kiyoomi rests on atsumu's shoulders.

a streak of lightning passed by their eyes and instinctively, both began to mumble under their breath.

1…

2…

3…

4…

boom.

came the sound of rolling thunder. they long forgot the math of it all but the bigger the number, the farther away the stroke of lightning was from where they rest.

"safe, omi." atsumu whispers after the rumbling in the sky.

a small chuckle and his hug tightening,

kiyoomi would always whisper back, "safe, atsumu."

their legs stretched out that messed up the already unruly blankets, but nevermind that, what mattered most in the moment was for atsumu to clasp his leg on kiyoomi's slightly longer ones.

never getting enough of him. taking all of the warmth kiyoomi had to offer on the cold, stormy day.

listening to the sound of rain fall on every surface it could touch, leaving no stone unturned, atsumu closes his eyes and rests on kiyoomi's chest.

atsumu's breathing mixed with the rain drops by their window was a perfect melody on kiyoomi's ears. a rhythm that relaxed and soothed his heart.

that's where they stayed until the night.

wrapped in each other's arms. a few whispered conversations here and there,

feather kisses on the closest skin they could reach, watching nature happen outside their home.

they didn't know how long the rain would last, but in between the lightning and thunder, kiyoomi decided to lay down beside atsumu.

the coldness of the floor was silenced by limbs entangled and hot breath on their skin.

eyes lost in each other, a soft kiss on the forehead, trailing down to atsumu's eyelid, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw until finally, kiyoomi captured atsumu’s lips on his.

supple and sweet, the taste of hot chocolate still remained.

atsumu, pulling kiyoomi closer through his leg, raking fingers on each other’s hair, moving closer as humanly possible. a slow and sweet kiss turning deep with each raindrop, mouths opening and hands roaming all over.

airy touches of fingertips linger on the hem of their shirt, slowly moving under cloth, caressing their waists, up to their ribs, resting on their chest.

a deep sigh of pleasure leaving atsumu's lips and then a loud roar.

a jolt climbing from their arms to their shoulders,

pulling away from each other as another roll of thunder yelled above them.

soft giggling at the interruption, atsumu pecks kiyoomi’s lips once more, “maybe after the rain, omi.” he whispers.

“after the rain, love.” followed by a soft kiss on atsumu’s forehead.

underneath the tar-black sky, the roar of the thunder, and the blaze of lightning, atsumu wormed his way closer to kiyoomi and let sleep come instead.

kiyoomi, finding solace with atsumu in his arms and of the drizzle outside, slowly closed his eyes in slumber.

when they woke up, the sound of rainfall was replaced by the faint sound of birds in a song, no traces of gray skies, but rays of sunlight pierced through glass doors, hitting two bodies still coiled against each other.

a soft smile on atsumu's face as he greets kiyoomi, "good morning, omi."

and kiyoomi, caressing atsumu's cheek, mumbles, voice husky, "good morning, darling."

it was a brand new day.

//...soft, intimate skts for me n u 🥹