Ru 🔞 | sleep deprived

end of part 2... guys it was never supposed to be this long. i might as well just write it and post to ao3 😭

up at kiyoomi's face, he's smirking.

"like what you see?" he asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

atsumu swallows, his mouth watering, so full it threatens to spill down his chin if he isn't careful. he pulls kiyoomi towards him by the shirt, "yer actin' as if this is news to ya."

/planned/ this. while this revelation only serves to ignite his blood and set his body on fire, it warms his heart to know that even tho they didn't plan on seeing each other, kiyoomi missed him just as much and still found his way to him.

atsumu doesn't waste any more time staring. when he looks+

his shins. atsumu's mouth goes dry.

"i want you to fuck me," kiyoomi says with determination, but the words are thick and wrapped in heat.

atsumu all but explodes - kiyoomi usually does the fucking and he doesn't mind it in the least - but the way kiyoomi's presented himself can only mean he +

short of his crotch where atsumu then finds the wind knocked out of him at the sight of kiyoomi's underwear. a white jockstrap, with matching white bands that wrap seamlessly around his waist and snuggly cup his ass cheeks. he leaves his white dress shirt on, his socks held up by garters circling

Unbuttoning them, working his lip between his teeth. Atsumu watches the way his cheeks darken, waiting. Finally Kiyoomi pulls down his pants and steps out of them in one quick and fluid motion. Atsumu can't help but follow it, his eyes then tracking up the length of kiyoomi's long legs and stopping

"god I missed ya so fucking much," he murmurs against Kiyoomi's mouth.

"Me too," Kiyoomi responds, lifting Atsumu's shirt above his head. "We don't have much time. I... I -" He stops, looking at atsumu with blown black pupils as he drops his hands to his own slacks. He makes quick work of +

shucking it off his shoulders and down his arms. kiyoomi helps, and when he's clear of the jacket, he slides his hands under Atsumu's shirt, dragging his palms over his stomach and up his chest. he huffs a laugh when he feels atsumu shiver. atsumu takes the opportunity to break apart then +

his stomach swoops, he gets weak in the knees. kiyoomi knows it's one of the things that get him going, it's so hot and something he's never experienced before kiyoomi - he can't hold back the groan, cock already painfully hard in his shorts. he moves his hands, slipping them under kiyoomi's blazer

Atsumu doesn't waste any time with a response, instead pressing his lips against Kiyoomi's. The minute Atsumu opens his mouth, Kiyoomi's tongue delves in, hungry, eager; licking and curling his tongue, drawing Atsumu's into his mouth and he sucks on it lightly.

a shudder ripples through his body+

with a grin of his own, using his grip on Kiyoomi's shirt to drag him down the few inches he needs until their lips are brushing.

"You're acting as if this is news to you. Of course I watched you play." Kiyoomi's fingers brush along his undercut and into his hair. "I'm always watching you." +

"I left as soon as the final set ended," Kiyoomi says in a rush of breath, his hands coming up and framing Atsumu's face. They're cold, as usual, but they feel nice on his heated cheeks. He knows Kiyoomi watches his games, but didn't think he'd watch it live tonight.

"Ya watched me play," he says+

Atsumu inhales sharply, rooted to the floor and blinking like he can't believe his eyes. He really, actually can't because Kiyoomi isn't supposed to be here. They agreed they wouldn't be able to see each other this week.

"O-omi-kun... Yer here," he says dumbly, reaching out and pulling him inside +

panting heavily as if he ran here from the nearest train station. he grips the door frame like he's trying to steady himself, as if his body believed it were still in motion. he looks up at atsumu through his curly fringe and pulls down his mask to reveal his small mouth warped into slick smirk +

#skts #sakuatsu #nsfw part II

after atsumu hastily shoves himself into some house clothes, he swings the door open with a scathing insult abt to leave his mouth but it dies on his tongue the minute he's met with a flushed, disheveled, wide-eyed kiyoomi still dressed in his formal wear, +

Aight, I finished it~ #sakusakiyoomi

watching marry my dead body and cant stop thinking of skts au oh my god. i haven't stopped laughing pure crack but atsumu as ming-han and kiyoomi as mao-mao. need to write this immediately

Omi’s bare shoulder here feels just like a Victorian lady’s ankle
#haikyuu #sakuatsu

He catched an eevee

Downsides (not really) of living with your boyfriend

Jacket #sakuatsu

🐨 #sakuatsu #skts

Surprise visit 🌌 #sakuatsu

Trying out watercolors

sketch of Sakusa Kiyoomi performing autofellatio

experimental kiyoomi 🔞

y'all excuse anything that doesn't make sense it's 5:45 am and i haven't slept in almost 2 days but i felt a little poetic abt skts at like 4 am so

Except now, two whole years in on MSBY, the bottle is threatening an overspill, no longer large enough to contain these growing emotions, too big even for Kiyoomi to control and the cork is very ready to pop off with such a violence that it will shatter bearable life as Kiyoomi knows it.

The point is, Kiyoomi has harboured these... feelings for Atsumu since he was sixteen. He's done a fantastic job at keeping them close, bottled and corked and ready to be released into the sea, where the unwritten message would drift far away from the one it was meant for.

Fresher than the subtle warmth that he cradles in the cavity of his chest when he meets Atsumu's eyes, whether it be through a net or across their side of the court, and they'd share a private smile - one others might say looked nothing like a friendly gesture in the least.

The feeling is new - or newer, rather, than the kickstart palpitations that would reverberate along his ribs until his lungs would seize and he'd forget how to breathe whenever he'd watch Atsumu play.