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Kiyoomi has never really put much thought into why Miya sometimes shows up to the gym already changed into his practice clothes, and then goes home without showering afterwards. Of course he’s noticed, but no one in the team comments on it and it only happens every so often. Miya always seems clean and never smells bad, so Kiyoomi simply shrugs it off as an odd quirk. And if he’s a little grumpier on the days when he doesn’t get to see his setter’s tight abs and perfect ass bare in the showers, no one needs to know about it.
It’s not until they’re stuck sharing a hotel room for an away game for the first time and he accidentally walks in on Miya getting dressed in the bathroom, that he understands. Nestled in the cradle of Miya’s hips is a shiny metal object, and Miya shrieks and covers himself with a towel. Kiyoomi can’t even get a word in as he’s chased out by a furiously blushing teammate, cursing and throwing an empty shampoo bottle at his head.
It takes half an hour for Miya to come out of the bathroom, and another twenty minutes for Kiyoomi to convince him not to switch rooms. When Miya slumps down onto the bed (yes, the one double bed, they’ve already argued with Meian and there are no other options) in defeat, the atmosphere is tense to say the least.
“So,” Kiyoomi says hesitantly, sitting straight-backed in the armchair in the corner (Miya had called it ‘the cuck chair’) and trying to simultaneously look and not look at Miya. “You… wear a cock cage?”
“Oh my god,” Miya groans, voice muffled into his hands as he hides his crimson face. “Fine, yes, sometimes. We gotta have this conversation?”
“I’m just curious,” Kiyoomi says, pretending his gaze doesn’t flicker to Miya’s crotch for a split second. He’s dressed now, in loose shorts and a t-shirt, but the sight of the cage is burned into Kiyoomi’s mind. He’s more than curious - he may already be obsessed. “I’ve never met anyone who’s into them.”
Miya peeks at him from between his fingers and lets his hands drop, but keeps his eyes on the floor. “I find it hot, ‘s a thing I do for myself, that’s it. Never meant for ya, or anyone, to find out. I know ‘s a bit… out there? Weird?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s weird,” Kiyoomi shrugs, hands starting to fidget as he imagines the possibilities. He decides to test the waters. “In fact I find it kind of intriguing.”
Miya finally looks at him, shocked and incredulous at the same time. “Huh? Ya do?”
“I do,” Kiyoomi nods, and something flashes in Miya’s eyes. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m curious about how it works. Do you have someone to unlock it for you?”
“Oh god, how did my life turn out this way,” Miya mumbles, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling. “Nah I don’t, maybe in the future, but for now I take care of it myself.”
“And what does it… involve?” Kiyoomi asks, swallowing down a mouthful of saliva as his cock twitches in interest. “Tell me to fuck off if you want to, but-”
“Promise ya won’t tell anyone,” Miya interrupts, his gaze serious and scrutinising.
“Never,” Kiyoomi promises, breaths coming a little heavier as his eyes flicker between Miya’s face and crotch. “Cross my heart.”
Miya seems satisfied, nodding and taking a deep breath. “‘S honestly not anythin’ complicated. I wear it when I feel like it, usually every month or two, and I remove it once every day to clean myself. I just… I like how it feels on, and I like how it feels when I finally take it off.”
“And how long,” Kiyoomi begins, doing his best to be subtle as he crosses his legs to hide his growing erection. Miya’s eyes flick to his lap and back. “How long do you wear it for?”
“As long as I can stand it,” Miya says with a slight chuckle, clearly trying to sound casual but is betrayed by his cheeks flushing a beautiful pink. Kiyoomi wants to bite him. “Usually just a few days, but sometimes up to a week.”
Kiyoomi is definitely hard now. “How does it feel when you take it off?”
“Amazin’,” Miya breathes with stars in his eyes, then catching himself and clearing his throat. “I mean… I dunno why ‘m tellin’ ya all this. ‘S kinda embarrassin’, right?”
“I don’t think so,” Kiyoomi says honestly, licking his lips and looking steadily at Miya. “Tell me if I’m overstepping, but I think it’s hot.”
Miya gasps softly, eyes widening slightly as he meets Kiyoomi’s gaze. “Fuck, Omi, really?”
“Tell me how it feels when you take it off,” Kiyoomi almost pleads, leaning forward and gripping the armrests of the chair. “Please, I want to hear it.”
Miya’s hands are curled in the sheets, thighs pressed together, and Kiyoomi’s sure he’d be seeing a bulge if he wasn’t- if he wasn’t wearing a-
Kiyoomi’s going to ruin his boxers if he doesn’t get himself under control.
“‘S sometimes hard to resist touchin’ too much when ‘m gettin’ clean,” Miya admits, blushing fiercely now. “There’s somethin’ so satisfyin’ about bein’ able to take the confinement and denial for as long as possible, but when I finally get to- I mean when I- fuck, Omi, there’s nothin’ better. I scream myself hoarse every time.”
“That’s really fucking hot,” Kiyoomi admits, gaze drifting down to his teammate’s crotch. “How long have you had it on?”
“Just over five days,” Miya says, and Kiyoomi swears he sees his hips roll subtly. Fuck, he must be aching. “Plannin’ on takin’ it off tomorrow after the game. I know we’re gonna win, but even if we lose it’ll make me feel better.”
“Can I-” Kiyoomi begins, weighing the words on his tongue. Miya’s watching him carefully, as if he’s trying to figure him out. “Can I see it? Please?”
“Wha- ya mean right now?” Miya says, hands tightening in the sheets again. He looks surprised but nowhere near put off, and he’s not shying away from Kiyoomi. If anything, he’s leaning closer. “Ya sure ya wanna?”
“God, yes,” Kiyoomi says, nodding fervently. “If you’re comfortable showing me, I really want to see.”
Miya seems to contemplate the idea for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip and staring at the floor. And then he stands up, hands at the waistband of his shorts, watching Kiyoomi with a guarded expression that only barely hides the arousal in his eyes. Kiyoomi’s heart is pounding, eyes flickering from Miya’s eyes to his lips to his hands to his crotch, desperate for this sight.
“I’ll show ya,” Miya almost whispers, hooking his thumbs into his shorts. “Only for ya, Omi.”
Kiyoomi’s head is spinning as Miya’s shorts and underwear come off in one smooth movement, piling at his feet. His cock is on display, completely encased in a shiny metal cage, a small lock visible by his balls. There’s something glistening at the tip that isn’t part of the metal bars, Kiyoomi leans minutely closer to see better and… oh.
“Miya,” he says almost reverently, voice a little croaky from forgetting to breathe. “You’re dripping.”
“Yeah yeah, shut up,” Miya groans, burying his face in his hands again but notably not running away or trying to cover back up. “Talkin’ ‘bout it got me excited, ‘m only human.”
“Please don’t hide,” Kiyoomi says, itching to touch. “You’re gorgeous, Miya, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Miya lifts his head, peering down at Kiyoomi over his fingers. “Ya mean that?”
“I swear I do,” Kiyoomi nods, taking a chance and reaching out a hand. “Can I touch you?”
Miya nods almost immediately, stepping closer and gently placing Kiyoomi’s hand on his hip. Kiyoomi lets it drift closer to the cage and Miya easily lets him, chest heaving a little as Kiyoomi brings his other hand up to frame his cock.
“Beautiful,” Kiyoomi murmurs, and then he drags the back of a finger along the bars of the cage. Miya’s reaction is delicious, a buck of his hips and a breathy gasp as he grips Kiyoomi’s shoulder. “Sensitive?”
“Mm-hmm,” Miya nods, teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “No one else’s ever touched me while caged before, ‘s so… fuck. ”
“I’m honoured to be the first,” Kiyoomi says, feeling dizzy as the implications bounce around in his head. Miya must trust him, really trust him. It’s a heady realisation. “How do your balls feel?”
“So full,” Miya whimpers as Kiyoomi gently touches them, dragging soft fingertips against even softer skin. The cage has a ring around Miya’s shaft right in front of his balls and one right behind them, keeping them in place and locked up tight. The sight makes Kiyoomi throb in his boxers.
“They feel like it,” Kiyoomi says, cupping the sac in his hand and relishing in how Miya’s thighs shake. “Fuck, you must be so backed up, poor thing.”
“Y-yeah,” Miya says, bucking his hips again as Kiyoomi carefully caresses his shaft through the bars. “But tomorrow… it’ll be worth it.”
Kiyoomi only hums distractedly, utterly fascinated by the sight before him. Not only does it look ridiculously hot, but he can smell Miya’s musk and it’s driving him insane. He pulls Miya closer with a gentle tug on his hip, craning his neck to inspect the cage from every angle. There’s a small ring on the tip, right where Miya’s glans rests, leaving his slit free for practical and hygiene reasons. Kiyoomi’s trembling as he reaches up, carefully placing the pad of his thumb where Miya is slick and dripping.
“Ah- hah, fuck, Omi that’s mean -”
Kiyoomi is barely listening, gently pushing his thumb into the soft flesh around the slit. He doesn’t press hard, more just fascinated because he’s touching Miya’s dick, but suddenly Miya’s knees buckle and his fingers dig into Kiyoomi’s shoulder.
“Omi, Omi ya gotta stop, I can’t- feels too good, shit. ”
Kiyoomi reluctantly withdraws, a string of precum connecting his thumb and the tip of Miya’s dick. Before he can stop himself he’s put the finger in his mouth, sucking it clean while looking straight up into Miya’s eyes.
“Oh my god,” Miya whimpers, stumbling backwards and collapsing on the bed. His hips roll again, once, twice, his caged cock swaying gently as it searches for friction. “Omi, ya can’t just- fuck, fuck. ”
“Sorry if it was too much,” Kiyoomi says, unable to look away from the cage. “It’s just… fuck, it’s so hot. You’re so hot.”
“Omiii,” Miya whines, hands twisting in the sheets again. “I… fuck, tomorrow, will ya help me? D’ya wanna unlock me and make me come?”
Kiyoomi’s very glad he’s sitting down because otherwise he’d be falling over right now. “Do I want to? Holy shit, yes. ”
“Will ya fuck me?” Miya asks, and Kiyoomi is so incredibly close to coming in his boxers. “‘S always better when I have somethin’ in me.”
Kiyoomi feels dizzy and he’s not entirely sure he’s not dreaming right now. He stands up and walks over to Miya, not missing how his teammate’s gaze lingers on his crotch. His hand finds Miya’s jaw, tilting it up to lock their gazes, and the sight of Miya looking up at him with half-lidded eyes makes his knees weak. Kiyoomi wants to pull his own needy cock out and push it into that sinful mouth, fuck Miya’s face until-
He shakes himself. Not now.
“How about this, and feel free to say no,” he murmurs, stroking Miya’s lips with his thumb. “I’ll help you regardless, but I’ll only fuck you if we win tomorrow. How does that sound?”
Miya makes a pitiful sound, squeezing his thighs together as his hips roll again. Kiyoomi could get drunk on that sight alone.
“Okay,” Miya says after a beat, tongue flicking out to lick the pad of Kiyoomi’s thumb. His cock throbs, hard. “Ya’ll make me feel good, yeah?”
Kiyoomi will move mountains if that’s what it takes. “I promise.”
Miya nods, a soft smile spreading on his lips. “I trust ya, Omi.”
Kiyoomi’s pretty sure he’s walking on clouds as he gets ready for bed. Atsumu’s already curled up in there, shorts and underwear back on, watching him walk around with the duvet pulled all the way up to his nose. Kiyoomi takes a quick shower at a slightly colder temperature than usual to calm his dick down, because as easy as it’d be to quickly rub one out he doesn’t want to. He wants to be craving it tomorrow after the match as well, wants to give it all to Miya.
When Kiyoomi finally crawls into bed, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch. Miya’s watching him carefully, his breathing even, but his eyelids are starting to droop.
“Hi,” Kiyoomi says when he decides he can’t stand the tense silence anymore.
“Hey,” Miya says, a small and sleepy smile playing in the corners of his mouth.
“You okay? Will you be able to sleep?”
Miya nods somewhat awkwardly against the pillow. “Mhm. ‘M used to makin’ the horny thoughts go away so I can sleep.”
He blushes a bit, biting his lip, but the smile is still there. It’s funny, Kiyoomi thinks, how he can go from being insanely horny for this man to hopelessly endeared by him in such a short space of time. He can’t wait for tomorrow.
Hesitantly, he reaches out a hand under the duvet. Miya mirrors him almost immediately, and they lace their pinkies and ring fingers together. Warmth radiates into Kiyoomi from the points where they’re touching, and he feels his entire body relax.
“Goodnight, Miya.”
“Night night, Omi.”
Kiyoomi wakes up with Miya wrapped around him, the pressure of the cage unmistakable as Miya slowly humps his thigh. Kiyoomi gets hard so fast his vision almost blacks out.
“Fuck, Miya…”
“Sorry, I’ll stop soon,” Miya mumbles into his shoulder, seemingly still half asleep. “Yer just so warm and it feels so good, I can’t help it.”
Kiyoomi wants to tell Miya that he doesn’t have to stop, that he can use Kiyoomi’s thigh all he wants to get off, but then his sleepy brain remembers their agreement. The goal is to make Miya fall apart on his cock, not via dry humping, which will certainly lead to a less satisfying release.
They seem to be on the same page because Miya does stop about a minute later, though it looks almost physically painful for him to do so. He lies there breathing for a while, hair mussed from sleep and cheeks just a little pink. Kiyoomi thinks he looks utterly adorable and incredibly fuckable.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Miya finally says, looking a little sheepish as he brushes hair out of his face. “We, uh, we should get ready.”
“We should,” Kiyoomi agrees, pushing himself into a sitting position and reaching out a hand to help Miya up. “And you don’t have to apologise, I liked it. It was hot.”
Miya bites his lip around a smile as he takes Kiyoomi’s hand and lets himself be pulled up. Their hands linger for a moment that feels both like an eternity and way too short, and then Miya clears his throat and pulls away.
“Ya can shower first if ya wanna,” he says, a little unsteady as he stands up. “I, uh, need some time to calm down before I remove the cage to clean up.”
“Will you be able to resist getting off?” Kiyoomi asks, and it’s a genuine question. If he were in Miya’s situation, he’s not sure he’d have the willpower.
Miya turns around, eyes a little glassy and half a smirk on his lips. “Are ya askin’ if I can resist bein’ bad, Omi?”
Kiyoomi chokes a little on his own spit - he hadn’t meant for it to sound like that but fuck, the implication alone is making him throb. He tries to speak, to assure Miya he wasn’t trying to go that far, but his throat is suddenly very dry.
Thankfully, Miya chuckles. “‘M kiddin’, Omi-Omi. I’ll be fine, ‘s not the first time I’ve woken up caged and stupidly turned on. Dontcha worry ‘bout lil’ old me.”
Kiyoomi is still stunned so he just watches as Miya walks across the room and starts rummaging around in his bag. Then he pauses for a second, looking over his shoulder with a sultry wink. “Not until tonight, anyway.”
Kiyoomi has never had to exercise more self control in the shower in his entire life.
They secure a decisive victory.
The look on Miya’s face after Kiyoomi slams the final ball down in the opposing team’s court is something he will remember forever. Miya’s honey eyes have turned to embers, and Kiyoomi wants to burn.
They escape the team celebrations after less than an hour, unable to keep their hands off each other. A few of their teammates give them curious looks, but most are too drunk off of victory, alcohol, or both to notice or care. The taxi ride back to their hotel is blissfully short, but it still feels like ages to Kiyoomi as he stares into Miya’s hungry eyes.
“So… how do you want to do this?” Kiyoomi asks after they’ve stumbled into the room, his back against the door as Miya pants into his neck. “It’s up to you.”
“Wantcha to fuck me,” Miya murmurs, nibbling at Kiyoomi’s pulse point and making him gasp. “Wanna feel ya, please.”
“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific,” Kiyoomi says, a thrill running through his body as the cage bumps against his thigh. “When do I take it off? How do you want to be touched? I don’t want to ruin this for you.”
Miya pulls back a little, hands coming up to cradle Kiyoomi’s jaw. He looks absolutely enraptured, his gaze flicking to Kiyoomi’s lips. “Oh, Omi. ”
Miya’s lips are soft and a little wet, and Kiyoomi groans into the kiss as their limbs tangle together. Somehow they navigate to the bed, toppling down on top of the duvet while still fully clothed, and Miya grinds up into him.
“There’s a thing I’ve been wantin’ to try, but ‘s less fun on yer own,” Miya says playfully, and Kiyoomi is immediately intrigued. “I’ve got somethin’ with me, if ya wanna see?”
Kiyoomi nods eagerly, giving Miya’s neck a quick kiss before he pulls back and sits up. Miya wanders over to his backpack, shedding his jacket as he goes. Kiyoomi takes his jacket off as well, tossing it onto the armchair as he watches Miya retrieve a small box from his bag. He returns to the bed, gingerly sitting down with one leg bent under himself, bottom lip between his teeth.
Kiyoomi looks closer at the box and recognises the logo as a reputable sex toy brand. His heart skips a beat.
“I bought this a while back but never used it,” Miya explains, carefully loosening the lid. “But I’d love it if ya’d help me.”
The lid comes loose, revealing a prostate massager in sleek matte black. It’s got a long thin base sitting perpendicular to the actual massager, looking like it’s meant for external perineum stimulation. Kiyoomi sucks in a deep breath, head spinning as Miya hands him the box with a shy smile.
“Do you,” Kiyoomi begins, swallowing around his dry tongue. “Do you want it now? Or when the cage is off?”
“I actually have a bit of a plan,” Miya says, hands gripping Kiyoomi’s around the box. “Don’t make fun of me, but I’ve thought about this many times. Ya wanna hear it?”
“Of course,” Kiyoomi says, craning his neck down a little to catch Miya’s gaze. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”
“Ya know I took a very thorough shower after the game,” Miya says, blushing as his fingers reach into the box to gently stroke the toy. “But cleanin’ my dick after being unlocked is a bit of a ritual for me, and I don’t wanna skip it. Will ya put this in me now, and then unlock me in the shower? ‘S waterproof, I checked.”
Kiyoomi’s heart is pounding in his ears. “You want me to shower with you?”
“Yeah,” Miya nods, looking bashful and horny at the same time and it’s messing with Kiyoomi’s head in the best way. “If that’s okay?”
“More than okay,” Kiyoomi murmurs, pulling Miya in for a soft kiss. “Do you have lube? If you’d like me to put this in-”
Kiyoomi is interrupted by Miya reaching into his pocket and holding out a small bottle. His shy smile has turned into a mischievous smirk that makes Kiyoomi want him even more. He kisses Miya again, harder this time, threading his fingers through blonde hair.
“Take your clothes off,” he hums against Miya’s lips, and his teammate doesn’t waste a single second before tugging his shirt over his head.
Kiyoomi pushes him back down on the bed with another kiss, setting the toy and lube aside and pulling at his jeans with both hands. Miya immediately lifts his hips and soon he’s naked before Kiyoomi’s hungry eyes, panting slightly as blush spreads from his cheeks down his neck and chest. He spreads his legs invitingly and as always, the cage draws Kiyoomi’s gaze. The metal is glinting under the hotel room lights and Miya’s balls are looking swollen and needy.
Kiyoomi can’t wait to hear the noises Miya will make when he empties them.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Kiyoomi breathes, uncapping the bottle of lube and drizzling some onto two fingers. “You ready for this?”
“Yeah, yeah, do it,” Miya nods, pushing a pillow under his head and looking down at Kiyoomi. His chest is heaving slightly, abs twitching, and as Kiyoomi scoots closer he can already see a bead of precum clinging to the metal at the tip of Miya’s dick. He bites his lip to hold back a groan.
Miya gasps as Kiyoomi’s slick fingers touch him, circling his rim for a few moments before gently pushing. A whimper escapes Miya’s lips as Kiyoomi breaches him, caged cock jumping just a little. Kiyoomi watches, enraptured, as more and more precum leaks out of Miya the further he pushes in. He goes slow despite being mind-numbingly horny, Miya’s soft sounds of pleasure ringing in his ears.
“M-more,” Miya moans eventually, looking at Kiyoomi with half-lidded, pleading eyes. “C’mon, I can take another.”
Kiyoomi obliges, carefully pushing a second finger in alongside the first. Miya moans properly this time, hips rolling against Kiyoomi’s hand as he massages his walls. There’s a soft squelching sound as he scissors his fingers and works in and out, and it only heightens his arousal.
When Kiyoomi finds Miya’s prostate his eyes fly open, and he lets out a high-pitched sound as his cock kicks for real. It’s starting to go a little red in the cage, twitching as Kiyoomi plays with the bundle of nerves. It must be such a struggle, aching to get hard but being unable to. Kiyoomi can’t wait to see Miya’s dick uncaged and properly hard, coming all over himself as he-
“Oh, oh god,” Miya whimpers, gripping the pillow as he tosses his head from side to side, eyes screwed shut. “There, there, Omi…”
He’s leaking profusely now, some of the precum taking on a milky colour, and Kiyoomi can’t even imagine how close he is. It must be torture but Miya is loving it, moaning non-stop as Kiyoomi massages his sweet spot.
“The- the toy,” Miya says weakly, grasping at thin air with one hand. “Two’s enough, ya can put it in, c’mon.”
Kiyoomi withdraws his fingers and grabs the toy, slicking it up with leftover lube. The curve of it looks delicious, like it’s going to sit perfectly against Miya’s prostate and sweetly torture him. Kiyoomi gently pushes it in, watching Miya’s eyes roll back in his head, until the long base is nestled snugly against his hole and perineum. The front end of the base even reaches the rear ring of the cage, which is a delicious possibility Kiyoomi hadn’t even thought of. He strokes the base with a single finger, marvelling at having Miya at his mercy, and watches him shudder.
“T-there’s a remote,” Miya stutters, gasping as he experimentally rolls his hips. “Oh, god … ‘s in my other pocket.”
Kiyoomi swiftly dives off the bed and finds the remote in Miya’s jeans. It looks pretty self-explanatory - on, off, speed settings, and a handful of buttons for different pattern vibrations. Kiyoomi settles back down on the bed, takes a deep breath, and presses ‘On’.
The sound Miya makes is delicious, back arching a little as the toy buzzes to life inside of him. His eyes are shut again, brows knitted together as he grinds his hips, cage bouncing between his legs. Soft sounds fall from his lips and Kiyoomi is greedy for them, wants more.
He turns it up a notch.
“ Ah! Ah, w-wait, wait,” Miya gasps, hands flying to his cock and closing around the cage like he’s trying to hold back. “Too much, ‘s too much, I’ll come, Omi-”
Kiyoomi obliges and turns the toy back down to the lowest setting, breathing heavily as he watches Miya shake on the bed. Miya takes a few deep breaths, withdrawing his hands and pushing them into his hair as he stares at his dick almost in awe.
“Fuck, fuck. ‘S vibratin’ the cage too, it feels… god, it feels so fuckin’ good. ”
“Do you want to take it off?” Kiyoomi asks eagerly. He’ll respect Miya’s wishes but he’s beyond desperate at this point.
“Mhm, yeah, ‘m ready.” Miya nods, pushing himself up on his elbows. “Shower, c’mon.”
They stumble into the bathroom, kissing frantically, and Miya helps strip Kiyoomi bare in seconds. He then turns serious for a moment, reaching into his toiletry bag and pulling something out.
“Hold out yer hand,” Miya says, and Kiyoomi does. Something light and a little cold is dropped into his palm, and when Miya’s hand withdraws he can see it’s a small key on a silver chain. “I have spares at home, but please don’t lose it down the drain or somethin’.”
“I won’t,” Kiyoomi says, barely aware of anything else as he stares at the key. It feels like he’s been handed the most precious treasure in the world. “Am I allowed to put it on?”
Miya hesitates for a moment but then nods, wide eyes watching as Kiyoomi places the chain around his neck. The key fits snugly in between the upper part of his pecs, and Miya licks his lips.
“Shower, now.”
Thankfully the hotel is blessed with large showers, so they can both easily fit under the warm steam of water. Kiyoomi kisses Miya slowly and then he trails down, kissing and nibbling on his neck, collarbones, nipples, stomach. By the time Kiyoomi is on his knees Miya is panting, pushing wet curls out of Kiyoomi’s face as his cock jumps. Kiyoomi’s inches away from the cage, the key feeling heavy around his neck, and he thinks he can see Miya mouth ‘please’.
Kiyoomi grabs the key with one hand and slides the other between Miya’s thighs, pushing lightly on the toy in his ass. Miya gasps, steadying himself with a hand on the wall but never taking his eyes off Kiyoomi or the key. Kiyoomi carefully fits it into the lock, and Miya’s hips are shaking as he turns it with a slight click.
The two rings at the base come undone, and Kiyoomi swears he hears Miya sob. He slowly opens up the cage and slides it off, gasping as Miya’s cock fills out before his eyes. He’s big, thicker than Kiyoomi, and Miya looks almost reverent as he wraps a hand around himself and strokes once, twice.
“Thank ya, Omi, thank ya so much,” Miya whispers, barely audible over the rushing water. “Just watch for now, lemme do this.”
Miya’s definitely not dirty, there’s a slight smell of sweaty musk but nothing bad. Still, Kiyoomi watches patiently as Miya cleans himself, soft gasps echoing off the tile as he finally touches his dick. Every so often he rolls his hips with a whimper, clearly feeling the gently teasing vibrations of the toy. Kiyoomi has to dig his fingers into his thighs to keep his hands off of his own stiff cock, because that would end this night way too soon. When Miya’s done he meets Kiyoomi’s eyes again, gently cupping his jaw and stroking his cheek with a thumb.
“‘M done,” he says softly, and Kiyoomi shivers.
“How do you want to come?” he asks, breathless and in awe at the sight of Miya before him. “We won, so you can have anything you want.”
“As temptin’ as yer mouth looks right now, ‘m desperate to have ya inside me,” Miya says with a slight smirk, reaching out a hand to pull Kiyoomi up off the floor. “I wanna scream yer name as ya fuck me to orgasm. Can ya do that for me, Omi?”
Kiyoomi answers with a kiss, pushing Miya up against the wall and grinding their hips together for a few delicious seconds. He reluctantly pulls back when Miya starts to sound like he’s close again, and licks a few drops of water off of his rosy lips.
They barely dry off save for their hair, tumbling back down onto the bed with Kiyoomi on top. The bottle of lube is still waiting for them, and Kiyoomi grabs it as Miya settles back against the headboard with spread legs. His cock is fully hard, resting against his abs, heavy balls hanging just above his entrance. The black bar of the toy catches Kiyoomi’s eyes and he can’t resist pushing on it again, making Miya gasp breathlessly. Kiyoomi glances at the remote but despite how tempting it is, he simply uses it to turn the toy off. He sincerely hopes he’ll get more opportunities to use it with Miya.
He hopes he’ll get to have Miya more than just once.
Once the toy is off Kiyoomi pulls it out and tosses it aside, sending a silent apology to the hotel staff for the sheets they’re about to ruin. He pours lube over three fingers, wanting Miya a bit more stretched before he takes Kiyoomi’s cock. Miya watches him with half-lidded eyes and an open mouth, nodding eagerly when Kiyoomi’s fingers find his hole once again.
Kiyoomi doesn’t tease this time, he’s too impatient to make Miya cry on his dick. Once he’s confident Miya’s stretched enough he pulls out and grabs a condom he’d remembered to get from his wallet before his jeans fell to the floor. He quickly rolls it on, slicking himself up with the last of the lube. Miya’s gripping the back of his own thighs to spread himself apart for Kiyoomi, panting with need as he lines himself up.
“Don’t slow down when - ah - when I come,” Miya whimpers as Kiyoomi starts to push in. “‘M so close already, wantcha to keep goin’.”
Kiyoomi nods dazedly, groaning as Miya clenches around him. “Can you come more than once?”
“Have done before, ‘specially after I’ve been caged,” Miya says, biting his lip around a needy whine as Kiyoomi bottoms out. “Fuck, hah, Omi don’t stop, don’t stop, move. ”
Kiyoomi’s more than happy to do as he’s asked, snapping his hips forward over and over into Miya’s tight heat. He’s under no impression that he’s going to last very long either, but he can feel how close Miya is. His hole is fluttering around Kiyoomi, his head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers spasming where they’re gripping his shoulders.
“Come for me,” Kiyoomi growls, the primal need to fuck and take consuming his entire body and mind. “Show me how good it feels, come on.”
The sound Miya makes as he comes is going to be etched into Kiyoomi’s brain until the end of time. It’s a scream, a moan, a desperately broken sound that devolves into a helplessly slurred mix of Kiyoomi’s name and thank ya thank ya thank ya . Miya pulses so hard around him that Kiyoomi almost comes on the spot, focusing all his self control to hold back without stopping the steady roll of his hips. Miya’s panting under him, chest covered in white, but he’s still fucking himself back onto Kiyoomi’s cock.
Kiyoomi keeps up the pace, grunting into Miya’s neck and chest as his own orgasm becomes harder and harder to hold back. Miya’s whimpering with every thrust, legs wrapped around Kiyoomi’s waist, keeping him close and whispering filthy encouragement into his ear.
“So good, yer so good Omi, please make me come on yer cock again. That’s it, keep goin’, don’t stop, please please please ‘m gonna-”
Miya shrieks as he comes again, shooting less but squeezing just as hard and Kiyoomi is only a man. He buries himself deep inside Miya and groans through his own climax, doing his best to keep fucking Miya through his second one. Tears are running down Miya’s cheeks but he’s still moaning, entire body trembling as his spent cock twitches through the last of his orgasm.
Kiyoomi kisses him and then rolls off, wincing as he pulls out and quickly disposing of the condom. Once he settles back down he quickly pulls Miya in and wraps his arms around him. Miya returns the hug, nuzzling into Kiyoomi’s chest, kissing the key still dangling there. He’s breathing heavily, sweaty and wrecked, but his soft smile is going to be Kiyoomi’s downfall.
“That was amazin’, Omi,” he says, placing lazy kisses along Kiyoomi’s collarbone. “How are ya feelin’?”
“So good,” Kiyoomi says honestly, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as Miya’s fingers skirt along his skin. “I’ve never experienced anything like that. I loved every second, Mi- Atsumu.”
Miya’s face lights up and he squirms even closer, throwing a leg over Kiyoomi’s hip. “Well, Omi, if ya don’t mind I’d like to request yer services for my next unlock as well.”
Kiyoomi’s heart soars and he pulls Miya into a kiss, grinning into it like a lovesick idiot. “Nothing would make me happier.”
Miya giggles as they continue kissing, rolling around on the bed in fucked-out bliss. Eventually, Kiyoomi just has to ask.
“So, when do you think you’ll wear the cage again?”
“Well,” Miya says, and that mischievous smirk is back on his lips. “If ‘m gonna get fucked like this every time I take it off; probably a lot sooner than ya think, Omi.”