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pinkie finger with a grin. “Now we really need a shower.”

Kiyoomi nods. As Atsumu starts the water, it strikes him that the gap between the floor and walls certainly exposed Kiyoomi’s cock to the entire beach while he knelt. Maybe Atsumu is the one who should be feeling possessive.

Kiyoomi comes with a groan after a few minutes, painting his fist in his seed. He wrinkles his nose at the feeling before Atsumu is picking him up by the armpits and setting him on his feet. Atsumu grabs his wrist to suck at his dirtied fingers.

“There,” Atsumu says, popping off of Kiyoomi’s +

“Yer doin’ all the work.”

Kiyoomi shrugs and continues nipping at his legs. He’s beginning to form a galaxy of bruises and hickeys, and it’s lucky that they don’t have practice again for a few days, or else their teammates will think he’s been attacked by a particularly randy squid.

Atsumu’s thighs, biting and sucking marks across the sensitive skin on the inside of his legs. Atsumu moans weakly, almost a whimper, but doesn’t push him away. Kiyoomi jerks his cock at a rapid pace.

“Good boy,” Kiyoomi purrs. “Gonna make me come.”

Atsumu laughs softly and shakes his head. +

it, and Atsumu’s cock kicks once more to weakly stripe his face with more.

Kiyoomi cringes at the feeling, swiping at his face and licking it off his finger. Atsumu smiles weakly down at him, clearly exhausted and spent. Kiyoomi can take care of himself.

He bends forward again to mouth at +

walls as his load shoots down Kiyoomi’s throat without warning. Kiyoomi’s eyes roll back at the feeling, swallowing everything he can. Some cum still leaks out of his mouth.

Kiyoomi pops off of Atsumu’s cock with a heave of breath. His chin is covered with cum, mouth and spit still sticky with +

another curse from Atsumu and a flex of his thighs. Kiyoomi wishes he could bite them while sucking Atsumu’s cock, but instead he digs his nails hard into a particularly pink patch of skin, where Atsumu likely missed with sunscreen.

“Fuck!” Atsumu shouts, back and head slamming against the metal +

“Shit,” Atsumu gasps, holding tight to Kiyoomi’s hair. He curls over, abs bumping into the crown of Kiyoomi’s head. His cock leaks pre-cum into Kiyoomi’s mouth. “I-I can’t- I’m gonna-“

Kiyoomi hums around Atsumu’s cock in an effort to encourage him to let loose. It seems to work, drawing +

Atsumu’s thighs, raking his nails across the thin skin and, from the sound of it, it’s working for Atsumu.

He bobs his head, ignoring his own cock in favor of cupping Atsumu’s balls and rolling them in his fingers. Atsumu’s moans reach another level of desperation, crying out above Kiyoomi.

lick it off.

Atsumu moans and threads his fingers through Kiyoomi’s curls. He doesn’t pull or push, but his touch holds Kiyoomi down, keeping him licking and mouthing at Atsumu’s cock.

“S-suck me off,” Atsumu begs.

Kiyoomi nods before taking Atsumu’s length down his throat. His hands squeeze at +

Atsumu moans in response. He fumbles for Kiyoomi’s shorts, freeing his cock so he too can pump Kiyoomi’s length. Kiyoomi groans at the feeling.

“Fuck,” Kiyoomi gasps as Atsumu digs his thumbnail into his slit. A pearl of pre-cum beads out of Atsumu’s tip and it makes Kiyoomi sink to his knees to +

together by a thin line of saliva. Kiyoomi shoves Atsumu’s speedo down.

“Don’t you dare be quiet,” Kiyoomi grunts as he fists Atsumu’s cock, quickly stroking him to full hardness. “I want everyone to hear you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Walking around, flaunting your body like you’re begging me to take you in front of everyone else here?”

Atsumu laughs and wraps his arms around Kiyoomi’s shoulders. “Might’ve been on purpose.”

Kiyoomi takes Atsumu in a bruising kiss, holding tight to his hips. They part with a gasp, strung +

agreed to a beach trip without them. They also have a functional hook and eye lock that Kiyoomi quickly flips closed before shoving Atsumu against one of the walls.

“Do you know how crazy you’re driving me?” Kiyoomi growls. +

Kiyoomi leads the way down the beach to the private showers. They’re a set of small wooden and metal shacks, with walls that only begin at mid-calf and concrete floors, but the water is always a comfortable temperature and they’re kept clean enough for Kiyoomi’s standards. He would not have +

“I think so,” Kiyoomi replies.

Atsumu shuffles to his feet and offers an outstretched hand to Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi takes it, easily hauled to his feet by Atsumu. “Let’s go then,” he says, slapping Kiyoomi on his swim trunk clad butt. He doesn’t help as Kiyoomi gathers a few extra towels.

covered with a slight sheen of sunscreen, makes Kiyoomi reach out and touch it.

“You know, they have private showers up the beach a little,” Kiyoomi says, stroking his fingers across Atsumu’s thigh.

“Do they now?” Atsumu asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Ya in need of a shower?”

The harsh line between tanned and untanned skin, cut off on the crease of Atsumu’s thigh, makes Kiyoomi’s mouth water.

Atsumu seems to notice, grinning at Kiyoomi and bending his knees. His thigh flexes, and the side view of perfectly unmarked skin, meticulously waxed for the occasion and +

“You still have to change before getting in my car,” Kiyoomi replies.

Atsumu nods and stretches his arms high above his head. The movement causes his speedo to ride higher up his hips, only making the imprint of his cock through the wet fabric more visible, and exposing his new tan lines. +

He reaches Kiyoomi still dripping wet. Kiyoomi hands him a towel as he sits on another beside Kiyoomi.

“Ya gettin’ tired?” Atsumu asks, leaning back on his palms with his legs outstretched after drying off his face. “We can head back once I’m dry.”

turns and smiles at him like he’s the only man in the world, Kiyoomi knows he’s at no risk to him being swept away by someone else. Atsumu would never leave him.

Kiyoomi beckons him over with a bent finger. Atsumu comes easily, trudging heavily out of the water and then jogging across the sand. +

safety of his umbrella-shaded towel as Atsumu dives into the waves a few yards away, his tan legs gleaming in the afternoon sun.

Kiyoomi has half a mind to be possessive over him, to demand he change into something more covered so that his body remains for Kiyoomi’s eyes only, but when Atsumu +

fish in the water that might touch him or eat him. There’s very little to enjoy about the beach.

However, one of those very little things comes in a not so little package: the /package/ of his very own boyfriend, Atsumu Miya, flaunted in the tiniest speedo known to man. Kiyoomi watches from the +

nsfw #sakuatsu beach

Kiyoomi does not like to go to the beach on vacation. The beach is awful, in his opinion. Sand gets everywhere, making a mess in his car and eventually in his house, the sun burns his forever pale skin, heightening the risk of skin cancer that runs in his family, and there’s +

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