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Stretching isn’t really a hard thing for Atsumu. In fact, he loves this part because of how it makes his muscles flex, with tension loosening in the right places—mainly the flexing part. Being a figure skater and all requires the body to bend at a certain angle—flexible.
However, he was not that flexible.
“Fuck…it’s too much.”
The raven scoffed, rolling his eyes at the blonde.
“It’s not that much, Miya.”
Atsumu groaned, throwing his head back in pain. He was nearing his limit, and it’s been hours since Sakusa asked him to come and stretch with him.
“T-Too much—!”
Sakusa sighed, stopping himself from pushing the blonde’s back lower on the wooden floor.
“Fine…” he huffed, slowly guiding Atsumu to lie on his side, careful as to not twist any muscle from his position.
“I thought figure skaters were supposed to be flexible? ”
“Not that flexible, Omi-kun.” Atsumu scoffed as he looked up at Sakusa, who was smirking at him.
‘He looks good in his sweats…but not as good as in tight.’
“Just so ya know, Omi-kun, I am flexible. Not just as flexible as yer long limbs.”
“Was that a compliment I hear, Miya? ”
Atsumu grinned boyishly at him, slowly getting up to sit on the wooden floor.
“I don’t know, Omi-kun. Do ya want it to be a compliment? ” the blonde asked, his voice playful.
“I didn’t take ya fer a guy that loves to be praised.” He grinned.
“Shut up, Miya.”
Atsumu didn’t take himself as a jealous type—so why was he fuming with anger when he saw Sakusa and that guy in a friendly conversation?
‘It’s just a friendly talk…right…right? He deluded himself into thinking it was nothing but a casual conversation between old friends.
‘Why are they even here? ’
It was really nothing.
They weren’t lovers or anything, they were hardly even friends—but why does he want to punch that Ushiwaka guy so bad?
The blonde glared at the poor guy, oblivious to Atsumu’s piercing glare—only to swiftly look back at Sakusa, who was now smiling at something his friend said.
…
Sakusa was genuinely smiling.
Not a frown, not a scowl, not even a quirk of his lips—he was really smiling. The raven was smiling, and it was not because of him and not directed at him—it was for Ushiwaka.
For the years he had been pining after Sakusa, he had gone through several embarrassments and suffering just to pull the stick out of his ass and give him a not-so-genuine smile from the prickly bastard. But right now, he was giving it so easily and freely to some guy.
As he stared intensely at the couple, Sakusa must’ve felt a burning gaze directed at him and turned around. Atsumu quickly looked away, pretending to inspect his skating gear. Embarrassment and guilt filled his guts as he recalled all the moments he made Sakusa angry. All those insults and jabs—he winces.
He looked back at the couple, calmly and happily talking to each other—not the way he and Atsumu did.
‘Fuck, why does it sting so bad? ’
Ever since that day, Atsumu made up his mind—he was going to ignore Sakusa. It went on for a whole month of avoiding him, distancing himself—it was petty of him to do it, but you can’t blame him for acting that way.
‘He was jealous.’
He was not jealous. The blonde had just made up his mind to give Sakusa the space that he wanted in the first place. Taking all the ‘fuck off’s’ that the raven said by heart.
In the rink, the blonde was peacefully skating on the ice, moving smoothly and swiftly at ease. He was already in his third year of skating, and he enjoyed those years on the ice. Even after all those failed competitions, he never gave up and practiced his ass off to win those gold medals.
Atsumu jumped and spun, landing gracefully on the ice and twirled. His blonde hair was flowing, shining like gold even in indoors filled with ice. The blonde was so immersed in his own world of skating that he had not noticed Sakusa watching him in a dark corner—eyes with adoration.
This was the exact reason why he fell in love with the blonde in the first place. He looked good on ice, even more so when he was bickering with Sakusa.
He loved how Atsumu enjoyed himself on ice.
Atsumu looked like a prince.
Sakusa had forgotten his purpose as to why he came and visited the skating rink. He was too distracted admiring the beautiful figure in front of him.
“Miya”
No response.
“Miya”
Silence.
“Why are you ignoring me? ”
Atsumu continued to ignore him, walking swiftly towards the locker room to change, hoping the man would stop following him, give up, and leave him alone in his misery. Too bad, the universe wasn’t on his side today—Sakusa just cornered him.
The man had thought that Sakusa had left a while ago after taking a long damn time in his locker room—he was so wrong. Atsumu was cornered in the bathroom cubicle, the ballet dancer was insistent on not letting him breathe and pushed his body against the blonde even more.
“Stop ignoring me.”
“M’not ignoring you.”
“Not now…but you’ve been ignoring me for a month now, Miya.”
The blonde scoffed, crossing his arms to at least put some space in between them.
“Congrats, ya know how to count. Now let me go—“ Atsumu was just about to push him away, but Sakusa had wrapped his hands at the back of the blonde’s neck and pulled him in closer. They were an inch apart, breath mingling, and nose touching.
“Stop acting like a brat and talk to me,” the raven whispered sternly.
Atsumu was too stunned to even snap back at him, cheeks flushing red, and heart beating erratically from nervousness.
“What is it to ya? S’not like we’re close or anythin’…” the blonde mumbled, looking anywhere but at Sakusa.
The raven clicked his tongue in annoyance and grabbed the blonde by his waist, pulling him even closer. Hips were pressed against each other, and lips so close to touching—Atsumu gulped.
“Is this not close enough for you, Miya? ” Sakusa’s tone was challenging, making Atsumu roll his eyes at him and refrain from giving in to the ravens’ wishes.
“Tsk, brat.”
The hand on Atsumu’s neck hardened its grip and pulled.
…
Now…kissing the blonde wasn’t part of Sakusa’s plan, but if it gets him to hear Atsumu’s soft moan—he’ll do it again, and again.
“Wai—“
“Shut up.” Sakusa deepened the kiss by biting the blonde’s lips, making the man groan and buck his hips. He took that opportunity to shove his tongue inside and kissed him harder.
Atsumu whined against the man’s lips, the viscous tongue inside his mouth explored every crevice and licked every bit of saliva that had dripped down his chin—it was a wet and messy kiss. Sakusa drank the blonde’s moan greedily and grabbed the blonde’s neck to deepen the kiss.
‘Fuck.’ He was going to pass out from this make-out session.
Sakusa was a messy kisser, and Atsumu had no choice but to kiss back and catch up.
‘Why were they even doing this? ’
‘Is this some kind of confession? ’
“Stop overthinking and focus on me, Atsumu.”
If anyone had told Atsumu that one day his feelings toward the prickly man would’ve been reciprocated if he did confess, he would’ve laughed and punched them in the face for daring to mess with his feelings. But right now, the kiss was basically a confession from Sakusa.
Right now, he was spread out once again on his back, but this time, it was for a different reason. Tears were drying on his cheeks as he tossed his head back with a darted breath—groaning in pain.
“Just a little bit more, sweetheart. I know you can take it like a good boy,” Sakusa mumbled, grinning down at the blonde.
“I c-can’t…it’s fucking too much—!” Atsumu inhaled greedily for air, his muscles aching from hours of being bent over to Sakusa’s desire to eat him out and fuck him sore with only his fingers. His hard cock throbbed and hung uselessly.
The raven chuckled, pulling his lubed fingers out and slowly maneuvering the blonde to lie back down. Atsumu’s body stayed lax on the bed, back and legs too sore to move.
“Come on, keep those legs spread open for me, Atsumu.”
“…Fuck, yer a monster.” He groaned, using his arms to cover his flushed face.
“Like I told ya, Omi-kun…I ain’t that flexible,” Atsumu breathlessly said, huffing at their current situation.
‘Who knew the uptight and clean freak Sakusa was a messy person in bed? How ironic.’
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll help you with that. Just lay back and enjoy everything I give you.” The raven grinned and patted his thigh, obsidian eyes glinting with mischief as his hands slowly made their way to grip Atsumu’s thighs, parting them out—his face an inch away from his throbbing cock.
“O-Omi-kun?”
“Be good for me, Atsumu.” He mumbled against his inner thigh before diving in again to take his fill.
“Fuc-AH!”
Sakusa swallowed the blonde’s cock from tip to the base, his nose pressed against trimmed pubic hair, saliva coating the sides of his mouth and dripping down to the man’s balls. Atsumu choked on his saliva from the sudden warmth of Sakusa’s mouth surrounding his aching and neglected cock.
His hands could only grip the raven’s curls as he tried his best to stop himself from abruptly thrusting his hips. However, it only roused Sakusa more as he moaned around the cock, sending vibrations around the throbbing flesh, which caused Atsumu’s hips to helplessly move and thrust even deeper—he came hard down Sakusa’s throat with a whorish moan. The raven was thankful for his nonexistent gag reflex and swallowed the blonde’s cum, savoring and slurping the salty fluid before pulling his mouth off from the softening cock with a pop.
“That was fast,” Sakusa teased, tongue licking his lips clean.
“S-shut up.” Atsumu huffed, body pliant and heavy against the mattress. That orgasm took a lot of energy from him—who knew Sakusa was a professional at both sucking and swallowing?
“We’re not done yet, baby,” Sakusa said in a deep voice, hands fumbling with the strings, and yanked his sweatpants down—his hard cock slapped against his stomach, standing proud and curved upwards. It was just the perfect shape to hit his fucking sweet spot dead on.
…
Let’s just say Atsumu was both scared and lusting after that big cock.
‘How does he even keep that in his fucking tights?! ’
The blonde was still shamelessly gawking at Sakusa’s cock, which made the raven smirk at the blonde’s obvious staring. He went down on his knees and grabbed Atsumu’s thighs, spreading them out once again to settle himself in between.
“Like what you see, baby? ” he teased, hands wrapping around his own cock and jerking it up and down for a small relief.
Atsumu could only nod in agreement, spreading his legs even wider for Sakusa. His once soft cock was now standing hard once more, twitching for attention, tip dripping with more precum and glistening with the raven’s saliva.
“You want this, Atsumu? ” The raven asks, slapping his cock against the man’s dripping hole with a lewd sound.
“Omi-kun, it ain’t gonna fit…,” Atsumu said with a breathless voice, his hole clenching around nothing—betraying his words.
Sakusa stared at the blonde’s face, lips bitten, face flushed, and his voice sounded a bit shaky. He was indeed a bit scared of taking in the raven’s cock.
“Okay, baby. Let’s stop and relax for a bit, yeah? ” The raven smiled softly at Atsumu, leaning down to kiss the blonde’s forehead. Warm hands made their way to the man’s hips, softly caressing tanned skin—everything about Sakusa’s touch felt comforting.
“Kiyoomi…” Atsumu mumbled against the raven’s neck, leaving small kisses up to his jawline.
“Shhh…let me take care of you. Is that okay, sweetheart? ”
“’kay…” Comfortable silence filled the room, making Atsumu feel sleepy from his previous orgasm. His body went soft and pliant against Sakusa’s arms, and then suddenly—
…
He was full of cock.
“-Ah fuck-! ” The blonde choked on his saliva, his throat too tight to scream as he threw his head back at the sudden fullness, his hands scrambling for purchase on Sakusa’s back. Blunt nails buried into the raven’s skin, leaving scratch marks.
‘This fucker—!’
Sakusa had just buried his cock in one thrust inside Atsumu’s hole. He was so fucking full, his hole tightening around the man’s cock from the sudden intrusion—the raven groaned and laughed breathlessly.
“You’re so tight, fuck.” He threw his head back, sweat dripping down his throat.
“Yer just too fucking big! ” Atsumu complained, trying his best to relax and not snap the man’s dick in half. Sakusa leaned forward and captured the blonde’s lips for a searing kiss to divert his attention.
Atsumu could only gasp in surprise and happily kissed back, legs wrapping around his waist and arms around the man’s neck to further deepen the kiss—he moaned in delight. The raven just knew how to make the blonde shut up. With Atsumu distracted, Sakusa pulled his hips back until the tip of his cock was barely in, then shoved it back inside—hard.
“Kiyoomi!”
“I’m here, Atsumu.” Sakusa whispered and rammed his cock deep inside the blonde’s hole with so much force the blonde had to hold on for dear life using the bed’s headboard. His balls slapped against the man’s ass as he pushed his hips even deeper.
“O-oh fuck, it’s t-too…hah…too fucking m-much! ” He moaned out loud. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Atsumu could feel himself cumming for a second time in just a few thrusts.
“Hah…I-It’s not enough…shit,” Sakusa gritted in between breaths and suddenly pulled out.
The sudden loss of warmth made Atsumu whine in question, but that only lasted a second before the raven was manhandling him on all fours.
“Bend for me, baby…” He chuckled, pushing Atsumu’s face against the pillows and making him arch his back beautifully—pushing his flexibility to a limit. Seeing the blonde in that position made Sakusa feel hungry—starved for everything that includes Atsumu. He wasted no time and thrusted back in with a groan, the blonde’s hole sucking him in greedily.
“I can never get used to this—shit! “Atsumu,” he screamed, his eyes rolling back with pleasure as the tip of Sakusa’s cock nestled against his prostate.
“Don’t worry about that, we have all the time in this world. But for now, I’m going to ruin you, Atsumu.” The raven started to move, holding Atsumu’s hips, he started to pound into his hole mercilessly.
“I’m going to carve a place for my cock—only my cock—inside this tight little hole of yours,” Sakusa muttered as he bent down and bit the blonde’s shoulder hard.
“Always remember that, Atsumu.”
Slap!
Atsumu cried out from the sudden and harsh slap on his ass, his useless cock dripped precum as he lifted his face from the pillows to catch his breath and turned to look at Sakusa from the corner of his eye.
“You’re mine.”
Slap!
“Fuck YES!”
The raven’s cock was hitting the blonde’s prostate with so much precision it drove Atsumu incoherent, and he came hard, his cum staining the bedsheets. His knees could only take so much before they gave out, sliding down against the mattress.
“That won’t do,” Sakusa chuckled, following the blonde down until they were lying on top of each other with Sakusa’s chest against the blonde’s back. The raven stopped his thrusts and opted to grind his hips against Atsumu—his cock still nestled deep inside his abused hole. Atsumu whined in overstimulation and took that moment of reprieve to catch his breath and fix his jumbled thoughts. His own cock twitched weakly as it lay trapped between the sheets.
“R-rest…Let me rest, Omi-kun,” the blonde mumbled, his face mushed against the pillows stained with his tears.
“Oh, Atsumu,” he cooed.
“I haven’t even come once.”
Hearing those words, Atsumu feared for his life when the raven pulled his cock out and lifted one of his legs and threw it over his shoulder. The blunt head of his cock teased his puffy and red rim as Sakusa left bites and small kisses on Atsumu’s leg.
“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”