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When he moved in with Atsumu after getting into the Black Jackals, Shoyo had a nice idea of what cohabitation should look like thanks to his two years with Pedro.
Making lunch or dinner together, dividing responsibilities, going grocery shopping together, watching shows or movies together. Some of these things, most of them, he did with Pedro. Shoyo found domesticity and familiarity in it. He found cohabitation nice after talking about responsibilities and rules and whatnot.
The problem was, everyone was their own person and Atsumu was not Pedro.
Atsumu wasn’t the problem per se. It was actually Shoyo who found Atsumu attractive, realized their living together could be something they did for the rest of their lives and he jumped into the rabbit hole that led to feelings he didn’t think he would have for his teammate.
Shoyo tried to keep his feelings hidden, not wanting to make Atsumu uncomfortable.
However, Atsumu wasn’t helping when Shoyo was seeing him with a lace dress and lingerie.
To put you in context, Shoyo was coming back early from his trip from Miyagi. The ride was over quicker than anticipated and he was an hour earlier than what he told Atsumu.
There was music playing once he went inside, Shoyo immediately realizing it came from Atsumu’s room. From the hallway, he could see his door was open.
Shoyo set his bags on the living room’s couch and crept up to Atsumu’s room, wanting to scare him by his early arrival.
The ‘boo’ was stuck in his throat the moment he saw the scene in the room.
Atsumu was in front of the body-large mirror, with his phone in hand and taking pictures. He was taking many photos, posing this way and that.
Shoyo had seen Atsumu pose for photos many times. Everyone knew he was a sucker for the camera, but these poses were new, since Atsumu was wearing a white lace top with a white lace colaless.
In short, Shoyo could see all of Atsumu’s ass in the open, his pussy covered by the small piece of fabric on him.
Shoyo stood frozen in Atsumu’s doorway enough for its owner to notice him.
“Shoyo-kun?!” Atsumu yelled, his face turning as white as his clothing.
“Uhm.. I– ah–” There was no way Shoyo could form a coherent sentence at this moment. His eyes drifted to Atsumu’s dress involuntarily.
It didn’t take long for Atsumu to realize the predicament he found himself in and his face went from a pearly white to flaming red. “This is– Uhm… so this…”
It was clear he was trying to excuse why he wore such clothes, but Shoyo really didn’t think there should be an excuse for a pretty person to wear pretty clothes, so he blurted out, “It looks pretty on you.”
Atsumu’s face was filled with anxiety, but thanks to Shoyo’s statement, he was now happy and shy. “Really?”
“Really,” Shoyo nodded. He could feel his pants getting tighter on him with how hard his cock was getting by the second. “I’ll– go to my room.”
It would be suspicious if he went to the bathroom straight away, right? So he went to his room and imagined the countless things he would love to do to Atsumu to leave him a gasping mess as he rubbed himself, biting the hem of his shirt so he wouldn’t let out any noise that could incriminate him.
The moment he came, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he managed to feel sane again.
Telling Atsumu the lingerie looked pretty on him was a mistake.
Well, not really, Shoyo would do it again if it meant Atsumu got his confidence back. Besides, he was being honest. His words came from his heart.
He did regret it a bit when it became a common occurrence for Atsumu to suddenly appear on Shoyo’s sight with a new outfit he acquired. White, red, black, purple, yellow, you name the color, Atsumu had it.
Every piece of clothing was supposed to cover parts of Atsumu, but not enough to cover his entire body like normal clothes did. Sometimes it was a see-through lace, or it covered certain parts that made the non-covered look that much more sexy.
It was driving Shoyo insane.
He was on the edge of the cliff, one wrong step and he would fall with no way to save himself.
He was watching a beach volleyball game when Atsumu’s voice made him look away from the screen.
“Shoyo-kun, how does this look?”
That question had been asked many times for the past two weeks, making Shoyo aware of what he should be expecting when looking at his roommate. He was ready to reply with a compliment (honest, because Atsumu was always beautiful), only for the words to die in his throat once he realized the full lenght of Atsumu’s power on him.
Atsumu wore another black lace dress that reached his thighs with underwear that left nothing to the imagination except how Atsumu’s cock looked like. This was normal, Shoyo somehow took this as normal.
However, it was the first time Atsumu wore high heels, thighs and thigh high clips. All of them matching his dress.
Shoyo slipped on the edge but managed to hold half of his body on the border and attempt to go back to safety.
There was nothing Shoyo could say. He was left speechless by the sight of Atsumu presenting himself like this. Shoyo didn’t even know he had a lingerie kink until he saw the man of his desires on it.
Atsumu fidgeted with one of his thighs, looking shyful all of a sudden. “Is it no good?”
“No!” Did he reply too loudly? Atsumu jumped at his voice. He lowered it as he said, “It looks beautiful on you.”
“Thanks! I bought it ‘cause it said it was soft to the touch,” Atsumu commented as he got closer, the heels making noise on the floor until he was in front of Shoyo. “Touch it, it’s really soft.”
Atsumu was touching his thigh highs and Shoyo’s brain short-circuited. “Uhm–”
“Here.” Atsumu grabbed Shoyo’s hand and took it to the fabric. It was, indeed, as Atsumu said, soft to the touch.
But Shoyo’s mind was focusing on the fact he was touching Atsumu’s thigh with his entire palm.
That should have been the more shocking fact of the night, but then Atsumu said, “The dress is just as soft. Here.”
And he sat on Shoyo’s thighs, straddling him, and bringing his hand to touch Atsumu’s chest.
Shoyo was not making it out alive.
Why was Atsumu letting him do this? Why was his hand on Atsumu’s body, pretending to touch the fabric when all he wanted was to squeeze and engulf his hand on Atsumu’s bulky chest?
Shoyo was enjoying the feeling of his hand on Atsumu’s entire being that it didn’t occur to him another part of his body was reacting just as strongly as his heart?
“Oh, it seems ya liked it a lot,” Atsumu said, looking down between them.
When he looked down, he realized his pants weren’t suited to hide the hard-on he was sporting due to Atsumu’s actions.
In the span of a few seconds, Shoyo grabbed Atsumu by the waist and lifted him up and off him—not noticing Atsumu’s wide eyes and red face. He started stuttering as he tried to get up, leave and die of embarrassment in his room, “I’m so sorry, Atsumu-san. I didn’t mean–”
However, there was a hand on his shoulder that pushed him back onto the sofa. He landed with a soft thud and then Atsumu was back to straddling him.
“I’ll help you.”
“What?”
“I’ll help you,” Atsumu repeated, his hand grazing over Shoyo’s clothed cock. “Unless… you don’t want me to?”
Shoyo swallowed. Should he try to escape again or should he be honest?
Atsumu used the silence to press his hand harder, eliciting a groan from Shoyo. Shoyo covered his mouth in surprise. He was still having second thoughts.
His reason was thrown out the window the moment Atsumu used his entire hand to palm around his clothed shaft, massaging it.
Shoyo hung his head low, watching with almost closed lids as Atsumu’s hand—dear lord, he was wearing black nail polish—crept up to his waistband to lower it and reveal his cock, which sprung up red and swollen. Shoyo, already letting out small pants, chanced a look up and found Atsumu licking his lips.
This would definitely be the death of Shoyo.
Atsumu slowly wrapped his hand around his shaft, his hand going up and down with a slow rhythm before picking up speed. Shoyo didn’t dare touch more of Atsumu than the hold he had on his waist.
But then Atsumu, with his free hand, grabbed one of Shoyo’s and led it to Atsumu’s dress, to the lower part, where he could feel Atsumu’s own hard cock through the thin fabric.
Atsumu moved Shoyo’s hand so his cock would be free too, and Shoyo watched the black lace with Atsumu’s red cock and he dripped more precum as he let out a small breath of awe.
Shoyo could barely keep up as Atsumu settled even closer to him to put both of their hard-ons together. Atsumu’s hand wrapped around them and they both groaned, Atsumu laying his head on Shoyo’s shoulder.
Atsumu put his mouth over Shoyo’s neck and left a small peck on it. That was enough to send Shoyo over the edge and come. His cum shooting up and staining his clothes.
However, Atsumu had yet to come, and he whined in his ear, “Shoyo-kun, help me.”
Shoyo couldn’t refuse that call for help. He grabbed Atsumu’s still hard cock and pumped it, leaving soft kisses on Atsumu’s hair and face and whispered, “You’re so beautiful. Can you come for me? Please?”
Atsumu moaned as he came, grabbing onto Shoyo for dear life. It was a sight to behold.
They both panted to catch their breaths. Once they calmed down, Atsumu started giving Shoyo’s neck more pecks. “That was nice, Shoyo-kun.”
Before Shoyo could say anything, like this was a world-changing experience for me or I want to fuck you six ways to monday, Atsumu got up, left a kiss on Shoyo’s cheek and left with a, “Gonna sleep now.”
Shoyo’s brain was hit with whiplash after going through that and then Atsumu leaving. But Atsumu was not letting him process it as he called from his bedroom, “Aren’t ya coming?”
Was he supposed to? Since it was Atsumu’s voice, he moved on autopilot, but his brain was blank.
He went to Atsumu’s bedroom, thinking he would be there. But the room was empty. His heart started beating wildly once again when he thought of what this meant.
Atsumu sat on Shoyo’s bed, his legs crossed and hands on the mattress. He was looking straight at Shoyo while said man stood frozen on the doorframe.
Atsumu beckoned him closer. Shoyo obliged until Atsumu spread his arms for Shoyo to grab his hands. Their fingers laced together and Atsumu moved them this way and that, looking straight at Shoyo.
“I’m gonna be honest, Shoyo-kun,” Atsumu started as he let go of Shoyo’s hand. Shoyo tried not to feel disappointed by the loss of such casual contact. “I may have been able to put this on, but ta take it off? Imma have a har’ time.”
Shoyo was not that disappointed after all. His brain processed the information and he asked, “Do you need–” he swallowed, “help? To take it off, I mean.”
“If ya’d please.”
Shoyo felt like a pirate being sung by a siren, he was ready to jump off a cliff if Atsumu told him to with the way he was looking at Shoyo.
Except…
“But you look so beautiful in it.”
The protest took Atsumu by surprise, if his eyebrows shooting up were any indication. But then he smiled, a combination of sultry and fond. “Well then, at least help me with the high heels, wouldya?”
Shoyo dropped to one knee immediately, extending his hand to take Atsumu’s shoes off. Slowly, carefully to not hurt him.
Atsumu was still with crossed legs when it happened, so the moment Shoyo was done, his right foot was closer to meet Shoyo’s cheek. With his foot, he pushed Shoyo’s face so he would look directly into Atsumu’s eyes again.
Shoyo’s breath was taken away.
In this position, this angle, it felt like he was Atsumu’s loyal servant. And he felt like it. He felt like worshipping every single particle that was part of Atsumu and made him Atsumu.
With that thought, he grabbed the foot on his face and brought it to his lips, hid gaze still locked with Atsumu’s.
Atsumu gasped, silently but his body gave it away.
Shoyo lowered his gaze to the foot. His lips passed from there to his ankle, then his shin, his calf, his thigh.
When he reached the uncovered part of Atsumu’s thigh, where only the clips were put on display, Atsumu was already laying on his back on the mattress, panting. Shoyo was between his legs and gripping both thighs.
He gripped them thigher. Atsumu gasped.
He kept kissing his thigh, but now he started leaving marks on the exposed skin, where the shorts would cover the proof Shoyo was there. Only for Atsumu to see.
Shoyo kept going until he was facing Atsumu’s private parts clothed by the laced panties.
He massaged the thighs on his hands, staring at Atsumu. “May I?”
Atsumu nodded. “You may.”
Shoyo started by Atsumu’s clothed cock, sucking on it with his entire mouth. Atsumu let out a moan, his hand automatically flying to hold Shoyo’s hair.
He kept his mouth there until Atsumu’s cock was covered in his saliva before going down and giving a tentative lick to the clothed hole.
Atsumu jerked.
Shoyo pushed Atsumu’s legs that were threatening to close around his head. Then he thought better on it and let go, grabbing Atsumu’s hips to lift him up and make himself comfortable before he started tasting Atsumu fully.
Atsumu didn’t waste a single sound. It became better when Shoyo pushed aside the lingerie to insert his tongue inside the thight heat of Atsumu’s insides.
“Oh my god. Please keep going,” Atsumu pleaded, his back arching as Shoyo licked and moved his tongue inside. “Please, please, please–Shoyo!”
It didn’t take long for Atsumu to come a second time. His cum shot up and landed on his clothes, the white contrasting the black lace.
Shoyo tsked, “You dirtied yourself, my princess.” Atsumu blushed, his face going full red at the nickname. He seemed ready to protest but then Shoyo asked, “May I clean you up?”
That got him to shut his mouth. Still sporting his blush, he nodded.
Shoyo couldn’t believe someone could look so sexy yet so adorable at the same time.
He lowered himself to meet his tongue with Atsumu’s clothes, thoroughly sucking on Atsumu’s semen to wipe it clean. There was a drop on his chest, where Shoyo took his sweet time “cleaning” right over his nipple.
Atsumu whined, “No more.”
“I’m just cleaning you up, darling.” The nicknames were doing things to Atsumu, if his moans and face were any indication.
Still, he was merciful and cleaned the rest before sitting up again. He was thinking of helping Atsumu change from his clothes and jerk himself in the bathroom before a foot settled on his crotch. Shoyo inhaled.
“Yer still hard,” Atsumu mumbled, massaging the hard member with his foot. Shoyo’s hands gripped Atsumu tightly.
“I’ll just–”
He was about to say something about solving this by himself when Atsumu said, “Fuck me.”
Shoyo still had enough reason to blurt out, “Aren’t you tired? You came twice.”
Atsumu shrugged. “I want you to fuck me. I can come a thir’ time.”
Shoyo didn’t fight it anymore and looked for the lube in his nightstand before going back to Atsumu. He patted Atsumu’s thigh. “Can you turn around?”
“But–”
“I fear I’ll come too fast if I stare at you while doing it.”
Atsumu’s eyes widened, his blush deepened to a maroon color. He obliged and turned his body around, presenting the back side of the outfit for Shoyo to stare at. His cock was straining in his pants.
He coated his fingers in lube before pushing Atsumu’s underwear aside to open him up. Atsumu was still getting strength back from coming for the second time, so he only sighed and let Shoyo do the work.
By the time he was done, Atsumu was writhing and sighing in a more restrained way. His hips were lifting up, trying to meet Shoyo’s fingers.
Shoyo took his fingers out. Atsumu complained but Shoyo didn’t give him much time to do so as he quickly took off his pants and boxers before lubing his cock up. He grabbed Atsumu’s hips and pushed himself inside, making Atsumu gasp.
There was a small part of him that wanted to take off the lingerie so he could do this without his cock grazing the fabric, but the view of a short dress, thigh highs, its clips and the overall lace Atsumu used was worth the small discomfort. He didn’t even remember it as he slowly started moving himself inside Atsumu. It was taking everything in him to not thrust wildly so he could chase his release with the beautiul view.
“Faster, please,” Atsumu pleaded with his face pressed on the pillow.
Shoyo didn’t need to be told twice. Especially after hearing such a plea. He pounded into Atsumu the way he longed to do ever since he realized he fell in love with him. He wished to see his face to see what effect this had on him, but he would come too fast if—
Atsumu turned his head to look at Shoyo. There were tears in his eyes, his face and the back of his neck were red. He looked wrecked.
Then, he whispered, “Kiss me.”
Shoyo was unable to hold it any longer and he saw stars. Unashamedly, he came inside Atsumu.
He didn’t know for how long he came, but he knew it was longer than usual. Once he regained his reason and could breath as well as possible in the circumstance, he leaned down to grab Atsumu’s chin to meet their lips together.
Atsumu was still crying as they kissed, their tongues meeting and dancing together. Shoyo wanted to eat him whole.
Atsumu was moaning into the kiss as Shoyo still moved inside him—slowly, to push the cum inside as though it would matter later—but it turned louder when Shoyo grabbed Atsumu’s once again hard cock to pump it.
Shoyo broke away from the kiss. “You are doing so well, my princess. Will you please come for me?”
That did it for Atsumu. He pressed his face hardly on the pillow as he moaned Shoyo’s name and came for the third time tonight.
Later, when they calmed down. Shoyo helped Atsumu off his clothes and cleaned him up before climbing to bed together.
Shoyo’s arm wrapped around Atsumu’s waist. Atsumu looked up at him from his position and started, “Shoyo–”
“Shh, we can talk tomorrow. Sleep. You’re tired.”
Shoyo studied his face. There was disappointment in it, if he wasn’t wrong. He chanced a kiss to the lips. Atsumu visibly brightened at that, holding Shoyo tighter and burrowing his face on his chest.
Shoyo nuzzled his face on Atsumu’s hair before drifting off to sleep.