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Everyone in MSBY was either rolling their eyes at the scene or were watching everything unfold in amusement. Not that it wasn't a normal occurrence to catch both boys fighting, but it certainly was amusing to say the least.
"Could you guys behave? We’re right about to start a match", Meian pleaded, sighing while smiling apologetically at their coach and the public who was very interested in whatever was going on with the two players, "People are staring".
"He's the one that needs to behave" Atsumu huffed, crossing his arms while glaring at him, "Seems like this brat never grew up".
Kiyoomi rolled his eyes with a smirk.
"Now look who's talking", he joked, earning a few snickers from their other teammates, "If I remember correctly, you were the one that started it. Maybe if you weren't so sensitive all the time, then this type of thing wouldn't happen".
"Sensitive?!", the blond gasped, looking at him indignantly, "Now listen, ya little shit-".
"Don't fight in the middle of the court”.
Just with Meian’s authoritative tone alone, both of them finally shut up, pursing their lips and narrowing eyes at each other.
There will be peace, at least for now, right here.
Because something in each of their body languages clearly showed that they were still down for a little fight.
What type of brawl? Now that was the real question.
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"Now, who's the sensitive one? Hmm?".
Kiyoomi whimpered, screwing his eyes and futilely tried to get rid of the strong grip that was holding his wrists pinned to the bed. Atsumu was just using one hand to hold him down, and under normal circumstances he could easily free himself.
But not in this state, not when his body ached so badly for the other's touch, that it became pliant over any sort of stimulation.
He could feel his own ass burn, after the spanking he received when they got here just an hour ago. His own cock remained untouched, flushed pink and standing against his tummy, with no way for Kiyoomi to relieve himself thanks to the restraint his hands had.
Atsumu remained on top of him, playing with his nipples that were puffed out, after a thorough session of some licking and pulling.
Kiyoomi’s mind was so hazy that he barely understood the words that came out of his partner's mouth.
"Aww, if only ya knew how gorgeous you look like this, Omi-Omi" Atsumu taunted, smirking at him as his eyes roamed over his body, "All flushed and bothered, and we haven't even started yet!".
He was indeed bothered, but in the best way possible. It was true that his body was very responsive to the touches, especially Atsumu’s, as he was already familiar with the territory. The setter knew exactly what buttons to push to have him like this, just a whiny little thing that could barely articulate what he wanted.
"Please, please..." He pleaded, moving his hips upwards in a failed attempt to get what he needed "Atsumu, please, give me...give...".
"What do ya want, baby?".
"You, I-I want you please", he blushed at his own words, staring directly at his teammate's eyes, "Please, fuck me...".
Atsumu smiled triumphantly, leaning down and quite literally parting his lips suddenly with his own tongue. Kiyoomi let himself melt in the messy and desperate kiss, moaning shamefully as he tried to tangle his legs in Atsumu’s waist, but the older one pushed them back down.
"Ah, ah" He chastised, clicking his tongue, "Stay still, Omi, ya know how this goes".
"But-".
"I have to prep ya first, whether ya like it or not".
"I'm already wet from before", he complained, wriggling desperately, feeling his fringe sticking at his forehead, sticky with sweat, "Please, please, just...just put it in".
Even if he begged, Atsumu still took his sweet fucking time on getting the bottle of lube, and making the whole show of just rimming his hole, torturously slow.
"Miya, Atsumu, please don't", he begged, pushing his hips down, trying to at least get the fingers inside himself fully, but all he got for it was a sharp spank on his inner thigh that made him yelp.
"So impatient", the blond mumbled, finally pushing his fingers inside his walls, making them clench wantonly "And filthy".
"Please hurry", Kiyoomi pleaded again, and now that his hands were free, he started teasing his own nipples, rubbing them and feeling lighter with every flick he made "I wanna cum...".
"Cum? I don't know", Atsumu sighed innocently, as if he wasn't currently knuckles deep
inside him, "Ya were being a brat earlier. Trying to embarrass me in front of the team…I don't think ya deserve to cum at all, Omi".
"No, no, no, please", he whimpered, gasping at every small touch against his prostate, "Please, Atsumu, let me cum. I won't be a-a brat again, I promise".
"Now, we know that's just an empty promise" Atsumu called out, dropping a small chaste kiss over his lips, "But it's okay, I wouldn't want ya any other way, my bratty, spoiled baby".
That comment clearly had something with more sentiment hiding down there, and it'll probably be stuck in his mind for a while, but right now, Kiyoomi has his priorities.
And the top one, was to fucking cum.
"I'm-I'm sorry about earlier...", he stuttered, closing his eyes at the immense pleasure atsumu was giving him just from his hand, "I'll make it up to you...but please, please".
"If ya really want to come, then beg, baby".
And that was all he needed to start crying and begging pathetically.
"Please, please, Atsumu! Please give me your cock!" He moaned, not caring in the slightless if the people in the dorms right next to theirs could hear his embarrassing cries, "Fuck me, please I want-need you inside me, please, please, please, I need you...".
And it's not like Atsumu was a cruel person, so with quick movements he slipped his wet fingers out of Kiyoomi’s hole, and rolled over a condom on his already hard cock. Kiyoomi almost drooled at the sight, and he thinks he actually would if he wasn't so uncomfortable with the absence of the fingers inside him, but that feeling was quickly replaced when the tip of the cock rubbed at his entrance.
He let his eyes flutter shut again, moaning at the easy push on the older's girth against his walls. This time he was allowed to tangle his legs on the other's waist, making the harsh thrusts go even deeper and be more enjoyable for both of them.
Atsumu groaned every time he clenched around him, and Kiyoomi freely moaned at every thrust on his sweet spot that made him see stars. Their bodies were sweaty and their mouths found eachother's in another filthy and deep kiss.
Everything was so messy and wet, but they did not care about the soiled sheets, nor the probable ache and exhaustion they'll both feel in the morning. Both were caught in the pleasure and the sight of the other.
Atsumu was busy admiring how pretty Kiyoomi looked, even in this situation. While Kiyoomi let himself swoon in this uncommon side of Atsumu that not everyone was lucky to see.
"I'm cumming...", he more babbled than said, gasping and moving his hips more erratically, meeting each thrust "Atsumu, I...".
"Go on, cum for me".
And with that, Kiyoomi let it all out, moaning and whimpering as he let his release paint white the space between them, and even the sheets. He felt his body twitch in overstimulation, but didn't have to worry much, because just a few moments later, Atsumu cummed as well, and would have painted his insides white too if not for the condom.
The older man pulled out slowly and left to go to the bathroom, and Kiyoomi felt his cheeks burn shamefully at the thought of missing the cock inside him.
He let his body loose, sinking in the soft covers of the bed, letting out a sigh in contentment, feeling pleased with the activities of the night.
Atsumu came back soon, with a wet towel and helped him clean up. They had to change the sheets, and after ten minutes, both were still naked, under the covers and preparing to sleep.
Cuddling after sex was not something he thought he would do with his friend with benefits, but here he was, curled at Atsumu’s side while the other rubbed small circles on his hip bone.
"Was that too much?", the hesitant and worried question made him smile, opening his eyes slightly.
"No, it was perfect, just what I needed", he reassured, sighing and nuzzling more on the blond's chest, pausing for a minute, "But I still think you're a brat".
"Look who's talking" Atsumu mocked, and Kiyoomi hit his chest with a huff, "Do I need to spank ya again? Make ya behave? Hmm?"
He knew the setter was just joking, teasing him to get a reaction from him. But Kiyoomi couldn't lie to himself, not when the mention of repeating tonight's activities made his cock twitch in interest.
"Maybe you should".