Thread by @winterwaltz6

#sakuatsu | #nsfw
♡ smut, fluff, est relationship
♡ college kiyoomi + pro atsumu
♡ prompt: lack of time/quickie

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Atsumu is waiting outside of his dorm room.

Surely everyone has noticed him. Leaning against the wall with his platinum hair and MSBY bag at his feet.

He couldn't be more obvious. Kiyoomi is going to have to answer an absurd number of questions tomorrow from his teammates, he's certain of it.

That's an issue for another time, though.

Right now, he has no idea how Atsumu has managed to find the time to show up at his dorm.

He'd played a game only an hour and a half ago, tops. Kiyoomi had watched it with a few teammates, then stopped by the university library on his way home.

He would have come straight home, had Atsumu given any indication he'd be coming by. A quick text would have done the job.

That was Atsumu though.

Always wanting to surprise Kiyoomi when he could. It was just another game to win between them and Atsumu was always determined to win, no matter what they were doing.

"Shouldn't you be on a bus back home?" Kiyoomi says in lieu of a proper hello.

He pulls out his keys, opening the door while Atsumu takes his sweet time sauntering in. Probably hoping to attract as much attention as possible, if Kiyoomi had to guess.

"Bus leaves in an hour," Atsumu answers, closing the door behind him and flipping the lock.

Kiyoomi turns on the lamp near his bed, raising an eyebrow in Atsumu's direction. "It takes you twenty minutes to get back to to the sports complex. That gives you thirty minutes here at most."

It's stupid, really. Sentimental.

Atsumu shouldn't be wasting his time like this.

But Atsumu just grins at him. "Hey, you never know when opportunities are gonna crop up. Team decided to grab dinner before hitting the road, so it gave me some time."

"You're an idiot," Kiyoomi sighs, dropping his backpack onto the floor near his desk where it belongs.

"I can't believe you'd skip a meal after playing a full five sets just for thirty minutes together."

"Hey now," Atsumu says, coming further into the room so that he can stand in front of Kiyoomi. He grins smugly at Kiyoomi. "Who said I ain't having a meal while visiting you?"

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes. "Don't be vulgar."

Atsumu simply laughs at him. "But it's the truth, Omi-kun. C'mon, you gonna keep wasting our time by arguing with me?"

"Yes," Kiyoomi says, turning his face to the side before Atsumu swoops in for a kiss.

"If you cared about how much time we had together, you would have texted me that you were waiting."

"But then I wouldn't be able to stand around waiting for ya while everyone looked at me. I saw some dudes from your team, too. They were staring for a long time, too...

I bet tomorrow's gonna be fun at practice."

"You're a child," Kiyoomi replies. He keeps his head turned, even as Atsumu noses at his neck.

God, he smells good. Fresh and clean from his shower after the game, coconut shampoo and some stupid cheap aftershave.

It's been weeks.

Atsumu's hand lands on his hip and a finger tucks into the waistband of his joggers. "Do ya really think you're fooling me with this, Omi? I know you love this kinda shit. You're gonna go to practice and not say a word while everyone gossips. You're gonna be so smug about it."

"You're rather inflating your own self-importance," Kiyoomi says, even though Atsumu isn't wrong. He's heard his teammates' comments about Atsumu before.

Kiyoomi is going to be preening over this one for days, even if he refuses to admit it.

He finally looks at Atsumu again.

He's close--so near that Kiyoomi can see the gold flecks in his eyes, the little scar on his forehead from when he was a kid, the clogged pores of his nose.

He's never really gotten used to seeing Atsumu with frequency, even if their summer together on the U-19 team is forever

going to be burned into his memory.

He's learned to make due with the snatches of time they can find. Somehow it works, if only because they're both so busy that it helps distract him from the reality of the situation.

But thirty minutes? It's almost cruel.

Atsumu's palm slides up and under his shirt, a hot brand against his skin. "I do like getting ya riled up. And I could listen to you bitch at me all night. But I was kinda hoping maybe we could so something else before I gotta leave."

Kiyoomi swallows, taking in the solemn expression on Atsumu's face. "I guess I could yell at you on the phone instead."

"There ya go," Atsumu encourages, kissing his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. "We gotta prioritize what doesn't work on the phone."

Atsumu's mouth is hot on his, kissing him too slowly given the limited time they have together, but Kiyoomi can't bring himself to complain about the pace of it.

He'd rather go to bed with blue balls then miss out on the feeling of Atsumu's tongue flicking at his lower lip.

The soft entreaty for Kiyoomi to open his mouth works and he hums in quiet contentment into the kiss. Atsumu moans, the hand at his waist gripping him tighter in response.

Twenty-five minutes now, probably.

He could spend all of them kissing Atsumu. He really could.

"Fuck, Omi," Atsumu groans, hips pressing forward until he's practically grinding against Kiyoomi. "I really wish I had more time. I'd love to spend all night with you, just kissing and touching you. You'd be so sore you'd have to skip practice, I swear on it."

"It's a good thing you're not staying then," Kiyoomi manages to say, feeling breathless. "I rather like going to practice."

"Mean," Atsumu pants out, kissing a path down his neck as his hips push forward again. "Rude. Heartless. Spiteful brat."

The litany of insults make Kiyoomi chuckle. "Sweet talk already? That side of you doesn't usually come out until it's time to cuddle."

"Ain't got time for any of that," Atsumu nearly whines, finally rucking up Kiyoomi's shirt far enough that they have to stop to pull it off.

"Just gonna fuck and run, hmm?" Kiyoomi taunts, pulling off Atsumu's shirt. "You know how to make a guy feel special."

"I'll show you special," Atsumu replies, sinking down on his knees. Kiyoomi can't stop the thrill that runs through him at the sight of Atsumu like this.

Atsumu tugs at Kiyoomi's pants until they're around his ankles. Kiyoomi barely has a chance to notice the cold air on his newly exposed flesh before Atsumu's mouth is there, keeping him warm.

It's been too long. Much, much too long since he's had Atsumu's mouth on him.

Kiyoomi sinks his fingers into Atsumu's hair, not pulling or tugging--not yet, anyways--but just enjoying the feeling of touching Atsumu.

Atsumu sucks at him like he's starved for it. Like he's forgotten Kiyoomi's taste, like he's never going to have the chance again.

Maybe it's the enthusiasm. Maybe it's the fact that he knows their time is limited. Maybe it's the three or four weeks it's been since he's seen Atsumu in person.

Whatever the reason, Kiyoomi feels wild. Every little touch is too much and not enough. His skin is on fire.

He tugs at Atsumu's hair, but for once, he's not pulling him closer. Atsumu pops off him with a lewd noise. "S'wrong, Omi?"

"Not like this," Kiyoomi grits out, nudging at Atsumu's shoulders. "The bed. Lay down with me."

Atsumu strips down before they get into bed together.

It's sheer perfection, being naked together. Hot skin on hot skin, cool sheets under them. "Getting all sentimental on me, aren't ya?" Atsumu asks, as he wraps his hand around them both, giving them a slow, wet stroke. "Ya wanna get off together, at the same time, huh?"

Kiyoomi doesn't respond. Why should he? It's obvious.

"That's so sweet, babe," Atsumu continues, a snarky smile on his face even as he grinds their hips together. "This side of you is so cu--"

Kiyoomi crushes their mouths together, effectively stopping Atsumu's taunts.

They don't last all that long. Not with Kiyoomi grabbing at Atsumu's ass and hitching a leg over his hips. Not with Atsumu kissing him hot and heavy, while pushing them both towards the edge.

It's over for him when he feels the warmth of Atsumu's release spill over him.

The kissing stops, but Atsumu's mouth doesn't leave him. The two of them panting and gasping, lips just barely touching as the tightness in Kiyoomi's gut snaps and he climaxes, making them even more messy.

He sure hopes they have at least five minutes to clean up.

He doesn't bother checking the time though. Not when Atsumu nips at his lower lip. "God, that was good," Atsumu murmurs, voice raspy. "Fucking needed that more than anything, y'know?"

Kiyoomi does know. That's the thing about long-distance.

Every single meet-up feels like some explosive thing. A raging fire with a ticking clock, always counting down the minutes until a new period of separate begins.

When they can finally be bothered to look at Kiyoomi's phone for the time, there's seven minutes to spare.

Atsumu would probably be fine being late. He'd make the whole bus wait on him, but Kiyoomi refuses to let it happen. He pushes Atsumu into the small bathroom attached his room and shoves a sopping wet washcloth into his hands.

"Wow, such tender aftercare," Atsumu teases.

"You don't have time for a shower," Kiyoomi points out. "Just get it over with." He wipes himself down too, just for the moment. He can clean up properly later.

"Whatever ya say, Omi-Omi," Atsumu chuckles, kissing him /again,/ even though there's definitely no time for it.

Once they're both dressed again, Kiyoomi opens up his small mini-fridge and pulls out a pre-made bento he'd grabbed earlier in the week. "Here," he says, handing it to Atsumu. "You can eat on the bus."

"Oh my god," Atsumu says, grinning hugely. "Please tell me this is homemade.

Is the onigiri heart-shaped? Did ya write me a message in ketchup?"

"I didn't even know you were coming," Kiyoomi reminds him, fighting back a smile. He blames the endorphins from his recent orgasm for the weakness. "It's from the store."

"So ya woulda made me one if you'd had enough warning, huh?" Atsumu asks, putting the food into his bag. "I'm gonna remember that."

"Feel free to dream. I don't mind seeing you disappointed."

Atsumu pulls him close by the waist, laughter near Kiyoomi's ear.

"C'mon, Omi. That really how you wanna send me off? Gimme a kiss goodbye, at least."

Kiyoomi /does/ give him a kiss. Bites at Atsumu's lip, tongues at the cupid's bow of his mouth, sighs in pleasure when Atsumu's arms wrap around him. It's never enough. "Goodbye, Atsumu."

/end

thanks to @RainSpared for this prompt! i really super love dating pre time-skip skts, so thank you for indulging me in this absolute fluff.

once again, i wrote directly in twt (who am i these days), so apologies for the typos....