Thread by @littleguanshans

#sunaosa implied #osaatsu (antis meet me in the parking lot)

Suna switches between his and Osamu's apartments so often during the off-season, he has a key. It's not unusual for him to show up unannounced and let himself in to get his dinner cooked but when he enters this

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time it's quiet. Eerily so.

He creeps through the lounge and empty kitchen until he makes it to the empty hall, listening quietly. Osamu's bedroom door is closed, not strange. The quiet is though. Even while living alone, there's music, or Osamu hums while he cooks or the voice

of Atsumu can be heard over his phone speaker as they talk for hours.

At first, he wonders if Osamu is out - but his wallet is on the kitchen counter and his favourite sneakers are in the genkan. Maybe he's asleep, maybe Suna should just...sit on the couch and wait.

He doesn't though, something possesses him to try the handle on the bedroom door and open it.

A few things happen at once when he does.

Osamu, standing by the dresser, phone in hand, spins around so suddenly Suna will be surprised if he doesn't give himself whiplash.

He drops his phone, the sound of it clattering onto the wooden dresser before bouncing off and landing on the floor, face up, echoes in the silence of the room. Osamu hastily stuffs his cock back into his boxers, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans before he realises the video

on his phone is still playing, and he yelps, bright red in the face when he sees Suna staring right at the phone, eyes dark with an unreadable expression.

"Fuck- it's not- it's not what it looks like-" he yelps, hands shaking so badly that when he bends down to pick up his phone

he drops it twice, the unmistakable audio from the video ringing loud and clear.

He closes the app down, placing his phone face down on the dresser looking pale, ready to throw up.

"Rin-" he breathes. "It's not- I wasn't-" he's speechless, doesn't quite know what to do or say.

It's over for him - he knows it. /If/ his best friend (and occasional fuckbuddy) keeps his mouth shut, he knows the friendship is going to end. He steadies himself with one strong, thick arm on the dresser as he fights to breathe because Suna still hasn't said anything.

"It's not what it looks like Rin I swear, please."

Suna cocks his head to one side, brow quirked. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little shocked, but fuck. The thought of Osamu jerking it to /that/ had him half hard in his sweats already.

"So," he begins, taking a step

closer to Osamu. "You weren't getting off to a candid video of your twin brother?"

If Osamu could get any redder, he would. His gaze averts to the floor and he bites his lip, awaiting the inevitable disgust to spew out at him.

"You're a filthy fucking pervert, aren't you?"

Osamu flinches and starts to nod his head slowly. "Rin don't-" don't what? Tell Atsumu he secretly videoed him in the shower and jerks to it at least twice a week? He knows he deserves that and more.

"Dirty boy," Suna chides, taking another step towards him as he glances down at

the obvious hardness in the front of Osamu's unzipped jeans. "What would Atsumu say?" He pauses, shakes his head slightly as he stands before Osamu who still won't meet his eyes. "What do you want him to say?"

Osamu perks at that, finally meeting Suna's gaze as his jaw drops

open. He has an internal battle as he fights for something to say before Suna presses the heel of his palm into Osamu's clothed cock.

"He'd punish you I think, call you a dirty freak for jacking it to your own flesh and blood in the middle of the day."

Osamu's eyes flutter closed as his head rolls back, pressing gently into Suna's hand as his best friend palms him over his underwear.

Before he can get too into it, the hand is removed and he barely suppresses his whine at the loss of touch.

"Rin please," the beg is barely a whisper and as he opens his eyes, he knows he's in for it by the unimpressed look Suna is giving him. He would have thought his best friend genuinely was angry with him, if it wasn't for the obvious tent in his sweats.

"Oh baby, you're not getting off that easily," Suna's smirk is dangerous as he rubs the front of his sweats a few times. "Clothes off, show me that dirty fucking cock of yours." Osamu complies all too quickly, shame burning through him as he strips down, standing in front of Suna

for his next instruction.

Suna whips out his phone and starts recording Osamu.

"Good dog. On the bed, ass up and if you let me fuck that slutty cunt of yours I'll consider not showing this video to Atsumu and telling him how you wish it was him fucking you instead."

tbc 👁👁

i said i would post this when i was drunk and i wasn't lying