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The hand that rests on Atsumu’s stomach twitches. If Atsumu were fully awake, he’d give something like a snicker at the sight of it. Kiyoomi moves a lot in his sleep, mumbles too, but Atsumu’s favorite part about having Kiyoomi next to him in bed is that Kiyoomi twitches like a madman.
He can feel the thinnest layer of sweat that’s formed from having Kiyoomi’s hand on his stomach throughout the night. They don’t cuddle anymore, not really with the change in weather that has Atsumu hot as soon as he’s out the door, but still, the both of them find some way to touch each other without the heat of their bodies becoming too much to handle.
Kiyoomi twitches again, pinky flinching and Atsumu’s lip quirks up in amusement. He stays with his own hands above him on his pillow, blankets kicked down around his waist, and waits for Kiyoomi to wake up. As slowly and as groggily as that will be.
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand when Kiyoomi doesn’t make so much as another small movement, scrolling through Twitter and answering the messages he didn’t get to the day before. He bypasses putting in his hearing aids when he puts his phone back down, startling slightly when he feels Kiyoomi’s hand reach across to his hip, squeezing.
He turns, smiling, “ Good mornin’, Omi.”
He says and signs his words, even though Kiyoomi is face down on his pillow, and rubs up and down Kiyoomi’s back, scratching. There’s a rumbling that surfaces from his actions, Kiyoomi humming deeply, and Atsumu grins when Kiyoomi finally lifts his head to meet his gaze.
“ Good Morning.” Kiyoomi signs lazily, cracking his back in a body twist that makes Atsumu grimace. “ You been up a while?”
Atsumu shakes his head, hand retracting from Kiyoomi to run it through his very messy hair, “ Just watching you sleep.”
Kiyoomi smiles crookedly, eyebrows coming together, “ Okay, creeper.”
He lays back down, arm full coming over Atsumu’s stomach, fingers messing with his boxer’s waistband, dangerously dipping into the low parts of Atsumu’s hip. If Atsumu is supposed to get the right idea, he’s getting there, watching Kiyoomi readjust himself, fitting one of his legs between Atsumu’s.
“Trying to start something?” Atsumu asks, head tilting on his pillow to peer down at Kiyoomi.
His boyfriend doesn’t answer him, can’t if he wanted to anyway seeing as Atsumu doesn’t have his hearing aids in, but he does move his hand lower. His fingers etch shapes into the inside of Atsumu’s thigh, and Atsumu barely restricts his hips from moving as Kiyoomi starts to kiss his bare stomach, biting once like the teasing bastard he is.
“ And if I am ?” Kiyoomi finally asks, signing as he moves so he is almost straddling Atsumu’s legs.
“ By all means .” Atsumu says, his smile curling into a smirk as he comes up on his elbows.
Kiyoomi shakes his head at him, hands raising, “ Say please.”
Raising a single, thick brow, Atsumu looks at his boyfriend. He exhales a breathy laugh, then, with heavy lidded eyes and that same smirk from before, he signs, “ Please, sweetheart?”
Kiyoomi’s cheeks go rosy from where he’s perched on Atsumu, and he grows sheepish as Atsumu’s hand comes down to hold his chin.
“Please.” Atsumu says again, his voice nothing more of a whisper as he feels it come from his throat.
Immediately, Kiyoomi pulls himself up and onto Atsumu’s hips properly, thighs on either side of him, and kisses Atsumu deeply. His tongue traces the seam of Atsumu’s closed lips and opens them to lick inside, leaving Atsumu to make a noise of surprise as he accommodates quickly. He’s known that Kiyoomi is always so eager for him, wanting and wanting, kissing Atsumu in a rhythm that leaves them panting within seconds, but this feels different. Desperate. It makes Atsumu want to devour him.
His hand comes up to the back of Kiyoomi’s head, the other guiding Kiyoomi’s hips down and into his own, leaving them both to groan into each other’s mouths. Atsumu takes the chance to bite at Kiyoomi’s bottom lip, sucking, and relishes in the way Kiyoomi chases after him when he lets go.
Their kissing continues almost sloppily as they grind into each other, Atsumu’s hands going down Kiyoomi’s back and sliding his fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear to feel the soft skin of his ass give when he squeezes. It makes Kiyoomi jump forward, hips rolling as he moans low, the sound unheard but felt by Atsumu’s chin as Kiyoomi shakily breathes into another raspy sound.
Kiyoomi says something into Atsumu’s neck, nipping, and Atsumu rolls his eyes as he pulls Kiyoomi back by the hair, making sure not to yank hard, but still enough to get his point across.
With his free hand, he signs with narrowed eyes, “ Don’t have my hearing aids in, sweetheart.”
“I know that.” Kiyoomi says, glaring slightly and looking down at Atsumu’s chest before making familiar hand signs, “ I said touch me.”
Atsumu chuckles, bringing Kiyoomi down to kiss him slowly and then say against his lips, “Oh, I intend to.”
He pecks the side of Kiyoomi’s mouth, making his way to his neck and biting down hard on the spot just below Kiyoomi’s jaw. It makes Kiyoomi buck down against him, whining as Atsumu sucks the skin into a new color that’ll stay for days. Now, he can feel how hard Kiyoomi is against him, his cock a thick line in his underwear that lays stiff and rutting on Atsumu’s own that throbs when Kiyoomi rubs against him over and over.
He sucks more bruises into Kiyoomi’s pale skin, hissing when Kiyoomi grips his waist hard enough to leave his own marks, and climbs his way back up to his lips, kissing him. He welcomes Kiyoomi’s tongue back into his mouth, letting it glide against the ridges and along his teeth before he sucks on it, making Kiyoomi move it in and out, fucking his mouth.
His hands feel up Kiyoomi’s chest, reaching his pecs and squeezing them. Kiyoomi gives him a closed mouth kiss before pulling back.
“ More.” He signs, head lolling on his neck as Atsumu’s thumbs find his nipples, rolling them to hardness.
Kiyoomi keens as he pinches the buds between his fingers, lips finding Atsumu’s again and kissing him like he needs the contact to breathe. He makes a noise between a gasp and a moan when Atsumu pulls, still pinching, and Atsumu groans at the vibration of it in his mouth.
“I want you.” He says, still playing with Kiyoomi’s chest as they kiss and grind as if they were already fucking, “I want ya so bad, Kiyoomi.”
Kiyoomi pulls away from him again, face flushed and lips swollen red, “ Then have me.”
There’s impatience written all over Atsumu’s actions as he flips their positions, sliding up between Kiyoomi’s legs and dragging his underwear down just below his ass to reveal his cock that bobs on his stomach, covered in precum.
Atsumu salivates at the sight, eyes wandering up to Kiyoomi’s face, “ Can I suck you off?”
Kiyoomi’s head hits the pillow and Atsumu laughs, saying out loud, “Is that a yes?”
“ Yes.” Kiyoomi signs, using the alphabet to express his patience for the question, “ just don’t make me come, I want to—“
His words are cut off when Atsumu goes down on him, taking him all in one go. He tries to thrust into the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, but Atsumu knows better, holding Kiyoomi’s hips to the bed and flattening his tongue as he bobs his head up and down. Each time, Kiyoomi’s cock hits the back of his throat, and a hand reaches into his hair, tugging.
When Atsumu looks up, Kiyoomi’s mouth is open and his chest is heaving, leaving Atsumu to hate himself for not putting in his hearing aids. He lets up only to swirl his tongue around the tip of Kiyoomi’s cock head, making sure to swipe across the slit and watch as Kiyoomi’s eyes droop shut and his mouth opens wider.
Yeah, he really hates himself right about now.
He licks up Kiyoomi’s cock before taking it all in his mouth again, nose brushing against the hairs at the base, and holding it there for a few seconds. He feels the need to breathe as tears collect in his eyes, coming up to inhale harshly before he does the whole thing again. Kiyoomi still tries to buck against the hands holding him down, a frustration in his trembling as he tries to stay still, but Atsumu keeps him to the bed, trying to suck him dry.
Kiyoomi gives him a warning when Atsumu swallows to get a bigger reaction out of him, pulling on his hair to lift Atsumu off of him and mouth, “Enough or I’ll come.”
“What if I want you to?” Atsumu asks, reading off of Kiyoomi’s lips and smirking wide, hand coming to stroke him.
“ I want to come on your cock, Atsumu.” Kiyoomi signs, gaze hazy as he bites his lip. “ Please.”
Atsumu’s stare turns predatory, stroking Kiyoomi faster, “ Anything for you, sweetheart.”
His grip gets tight around Kiyoomi’s cock when he sees another drop of precum release and he watches Kiyoomi bite harder into his lip, fingers clenched in the bed sheets. He takes a handful of Kiyoomi’s thigh in his hand to get his attention, signing “the lube” when his boyfriend glances down at him in question.
Kiyoomi stumbles to the dresser beside their bed, fumbling with the second drawer before pulling out the bottle that’s almost empty. He tosses it to Atsumu who catches it easily, opening the cap just a second later and pouring a generous amount on two fingers.
Kiyoomi opens his legs for Atsumu, trying to drag him by the shoulder, but Atsumu holds himself out of his reach, signing with the hand that isn’t covered in lube, “ Turn around. On your knees.”
“ Atsumu .” Kiyoomi says aloud, but Atsumu shakes his head, lifting a finger and twirling it.
Listening, Kiyoomi gets on his stomach, presenting his ass to Atsumu who drapes himself over Kiyoomi, kissing the back of his neck. With his lubed fingers, he circles Kiyoomi’s rim, feeling Kiyoomi push back against him.
“Be patient.” Atsumu says, but he contradicts his own words as he sinks a finger into Kiyoomi, getting Kiyoomi’s hole acquainted to the intrusion as he shudders, face pressed into the pillows.
He pumps the single finger in and out, only introducing the second when he's sure Kiyoomi is ready for it. As soon as it breaches in with the first, Kiyoomi’s hips spring forward, a moan vibrating out from his chest that Atsumu feels with the hand he has over Kiyoomi’s chest.
He goes back to playing with Kiyoomi’s tits, pressing his thumb into Kiyoomi’s nipple before swiping over it and squeezing his pec. Kiyoomi moans again, louder, and Atsumu bites his shoulder as he feels it, scissoring his fingers inside Kiyoomi to open him up better. He avoids the spot that’ll have Kiyoomi keening, leaving that for later as he pinches and rolls the nipple in his other hand, taking the tip of his nail to scratch lightly at the bud.
Kiyoomi whimpers out something, but Atsumu doesn’t care that he can’t hear it anymore. He feels it, the way Kiyoomi is falling apart in front of him, loud but only in waves that reach Atsumu through their connected bodies.
He fucks his fingers into Kiyoomi as he continues his onslaught on his chest, sucking more hickies into his shoulder and trying not to rub his aching cock on Kiyoomi in fear of busting right then and there.
“You okay for three?” He asks after a few minutes, reaching to put more lube on his fingers as Kiyoomi nods eagerly below him.
His fingers go back into Kiyoomi with one push, and Kiyoomi’s face crumbles from where he was looking at Atsumu from over his shoulder. His mouth is open again and Atsumu can see his chest rising and dropping within seconds of each other. He’s moaning, loud, and god Atsumu wants to feel it.
He puts a third finger to join the other two at the same time he takes Kiyoomi’s throat in his hand, feeling Kiyoomi’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. There’s no stopping the moans that leave his mouth when Atsumu slowly starts to fuck all three fingers into him, letting him get used to it before he goes any further.
A whimper leaves Kiyoomi’s mouth as Atsumu accidentally brushes over his prostate with a thrust that goes deep, the hand at Kiyoomi’s neck tightening as Atsumu takes in the vibration of the noise.
They’ve never really had sex when Atsumu is completely deaf, and even when they did, it hadn’t come to Atsumu’s head that he couldn’t hear Kiyoomi at all, only wanting to focus on the pleasure and getting them both off. Now that he knows he can feel the way Kiyoomi moans around his fingers, he curses himself for what it’ll be like to feel the way he’ll whimper around his—
Kiyoomi’s hand comes behind himself to grab at Atsumu’s wrist just then, halting the thrusts of his fingers in Kiyoomi’s hole.
“I know you’re not ready, Omi.” Atsumu says, looking down at the sweat that makes Kiyoomi’s body shine. “Just let me—“
Kiyoomi shakes his head, hand moving away from Atsumu’s and blindly reaching for—
“ Kiyoomi.” Atsumu almost doubles over onto Kiyoomi who has grabbed his cock through the boxers he’s still wearing.
His dick twitches as Kiyoomi brings his hand up and down, groaning low in his throat as Kiyoomi gives him some sort of friction even through the fabric. It feels way too good to tell Kiyoomi to stop, but he’s too close to the edge right now to risk the way he’s trying to take his cock out and keep his hands around it. He helps Kiyoomi take his boxers off in the end, Kiyoomi’s position changing as he goes on his back to face Atsumu again.
“ Fuck me.” He signs bluntly, legs opening to create another space for Atsumu.
Atsumu eyes look Kiyoomi up and down, “ Didnt I tell you to turn around, to get on yer knees fer me?”
“ What if I wanna look at you,” Kiyoomi asks, bringing a hand to his cock and stroking himself, “ What if I wanna see you fuck me?“
“Who says I am?” Atsumu throws back, “ Awfully confident for a guy who was just whimpering beneath me.”
“Werent you just moaning when I barely touched your dick?” Kiyoomi says back, a perfect eyebrow raised that leaves Atsumu’s eye twitching.
He doesn’t take the loss of this banter to heart, though, grinning in a way he knows makes Kiyoomi nervous because he wants to make Kiyoomi cry this morning. Preferably around his dick.
“ Oh, I’ll fuck you alright.” Atsumu signs slowly, “ And yer gonna watch as I wreck ya.”
Kiyoomi swallows again, and Atsumu follows the movement of his Adam’s apple like before, but this time he doesn’t feel it. His hand itches to fit around Kiyoomi’s throat.
He finds the lube bottle tangled up in the sheets of their bed, pouring a dollop into his hand and bringing it to his cock. He spreads it to be munificent, knowing Kiyoomi might not be wet enough to take him.
“ Hurry up.” Kiyoomi signs, stroking himself faster as he closes his eyes.
“ Or what.” Atsumu says, getting Kiyoomi to open his eyes, “ You’ll get yourself off?”
Kiyoomi’s hand stills on his cock and Atsumu finally crawls up between his legs, taking Kiyoomi’s wrist away from his dick. He grips it hard to see Kiyoomi’s reaction, but there is nothing except for dilated pupils and an eager attitude, Kiyoomi’s ankles trying to lock Atsumu in from where the lay on Atsumu’s sides.
“ No,” Kiyoomi signs with the hand Atsumu doesn’t have in his grasp, “ Wanna come on your cock.”
“Good boy.” Atsumu rasps out, hips coming down in a wet glide against Kiyoomi.
“But now,” Atsumu says, smiling devilishly, “Yer gonna come on my cock only.”
Atsumu can see the way Kiyoomi’s mouth forms his name, eyes widening at the declaration, but Atsumu doesn’t let him have a chance to argue against it.
In one smooth movement, grabbing his cock and lining it up with Kiyoomi’s hole, he thrusts in all the way to the hilt, feeling Kiyoomi clench around him almost painfully.
He grits his teeth at how tight Kiyoomi is, not relaxing one bit even when Atsumu gives him a few seconds to get used to him.
“I told ya you weren’t ready.” Atsumu says, watching as Kiyoomi’s eyes screw shut, head turning to the side as he tries to mouth at the sheets to keep himself quiet.
Atsumu holds himself still for his own sake as much as Kiyoomi’s, letting his body rest just above with his arms out to leave a space for Atsumu to see his boyfriend’s face. He doesn’t move, doesn’t want to move yet, but—
“ Move.”
It’s a singular hand sign, one that Atsumu barely sees because he’s too preoccupied with looking at Kiyoomi’s face, but he does see it. The shaky fingers that form the word and the way Kiyoomi finally relaxes, letting Atsumu breathe without thinking he’ll come by accident.
He moves a hand down to Kiyoomi’s hip, looking at Kiyoomi again for reassurance that he can in fact move, but Kiyoomi signs with a familiar tremble before he can ask.
“ Fuck me, Atsumu.”
And Atsumu does.
His hips snap forward like a string that’s been stretched to its limit then cut, feeling Kiyoomi arch up into him as he uses the hand on Kiyoomi’s hip to build up a momentum, squeezing as Kiyoomi’s own hands come under his arms and to his shoulders. His nails dig in as Atsumu’s thrust get faster, making Atsumu moan into his neck when he brings his fingers down, no doubt leaving marks that just make Atsumu pound into him harder.
“Jesus, Kiyoomi.” Atsumu moans out, slowing so he can grind into Kiyoomi and feel the way his hole clenches around him. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
Kiyoomi is whimpering, or something close to it as Atsumu starts up again, fucking into Kiyoomi with sharp pumps that have him writhing as he continues to scratch Atsumu’s back from his shoulders to his waist. It’s harsh and it hurts and Atsumu doesn’t want it to stop, getting up on his haunches and grabbing onto Kiyoomi’s hips.
He doesn’t give his boyfriend so much as a warning before he begins to plow into him at this angle, bringing Kiyoomi in to meet him halfway into rough thrusts that leave Atsumu shakily panting with his eyes to the ceiling. Atsumu only looks back down when Kiyoomi’s hands find their way to his wrists, gripping tightly like he needs something to ground him and that makes Atsumu want all the more to wreck the man beneath him.
“Mm, I wanna feel ya.” He says, watching Kiyoomi try to focus on him, mouth open and tongue lolling out.
“ You,” Kiyoomi starts, but his hand abruptly comes to the pillow when Atsumu hits the right spot, aiming for it over and over as he adjusts Kiyoomi’s legs to sit over his shoulders.
“What was that, sweetheart?” Atsumu asks, chuckling when Kiyoomi’s glare turns out to be glossy and tearful instead of withering.
“ You’re already feeling me.” Kiyoomi signs, not able to close his mouth at all as Atsumu continues to barrel into his prostate.
“Not what I meant.” Atsumu pants, jaw tightening because Kiyoomi feels that good.
Kiyoomi’s fingers start to make a question, but Atsumu shows him instead of telling him the answer. His hand climbs from Kiyoomi’s hip to his chest and then his neck. He lifts an eyebrow at Kiyoomi, asking, and Kiyoomi gives a jerk of his head.
With affirmation, his hand curls around Kiyoomi’s throat, fucking Kiyoomi with a newfound vigor that has Kiyoomi whining. It travels from his throat to Atsumu’s palm, the feeling like a fire that roars louder as Atsumu thrusts harder and faster. The position Kiyoomi resides in is so vulnerable, and Atsumu is struck with the thought of knowing Kiyoomi must trust him so much to be this open like this.
His eyes close as he takes pleasure in that fact, hips brushing as he takes and takes and takes from Kiyoomi who lets him. His fingers grow tight, leaving Kiyoomi to gasp into a loud and wanton moan, legs shaking as he squirms in Atsumu’s hold.
To keep him still and to fuck him without abandon, Atsumu flips Kiyoomi onto his stomach, immediately thrusting into him without a second to waste. One hand comes around Kiyoomi’s waist to keep a pace that’s unrelenting while his other hand goes back to Kiyoomi’s throat. He moans with Kiyoomi, grunting his exertion until his face finds the junctures between Kiyoomi’s neck and shoulder, biting and sucking more and more marks into the pale skin.
Kiyoomi says something, but Atsumu gets what it is, feeling Kiyoomi’s hand wander over his own to his crotch, touching himself. Atsumu stops him just as fast as he started, Kiyoomi whimpering something else that Atsumu could think was a please before shoving Kiyoomi down into the pillows and bringing his ass up.
He takes both of Kiyoomi’s wrists in one hand, the other at the back of Kiyoomi’s neck, and fucks Kiyoomi like he wants to break him.
“I told ya,” Atsumu pants, lips curling as he holds back a moan, “I want you to come on my cock alone.”
Kiyoomi groans, long and stressed as he takes Atsumu’s cock like it’s the only thing he knows. He doesn’t strain against Atsumu’s grip, even goes to push back against Atsumu’s thrusts. He wants it like a whore in heat, and Atsumu is glad to satiate him.
“Yeah?” Atsumu asks when Kiyoomi turns his head to the side to look at him with fallen tears, “You wanna come?”
Kiyoomi nods, jerks in Atsumu’s hands, mouthing please again and again as he inches forward everytime Atsumu’s hips meet his ass.
When he feels himself getting close, Atsumu takes both of Kiyoomi’s wrists in his hands and brings him up to a ninety degree angle. Kiyoomi looks over his shoulder but doesn’t get the chance to say anything, eyes rolling back and head dropping when Atsumu fucks into him so deep, Atsumu can feel himself buldge against Kiyoomi’s belly.
“Come, Kiyoomi,” Atsumu says, voice heavy as he feels his gut tighten, “Come fer me, sweetheart.”
Kiyoomi’s head shakes violently, but Atsumu can feel it when he comes anyway. His hole tightens and he sags in Atsumu’s hands, chest heaving. Atsumu’s thrusts get sloppy as he gets faster, Kiyoomi twisting from the overstimulation but not telling Atsumu to stop.
“‘M gonna come,” Atsumu moans, dropping Kiyoomi’s wrists to hug him around the waist and shoulders, hips going erratic, “ Fuck.”
He comes into Kiyoomi with a drowned out groan, lazily thrusting and licking his lips as he feels some of his release leave Kiyoomi’s hole to drip down his thighs.
“Sorry,” He says, “Should have used a condom.”
He maneuvers himself off of Kiyoomi, ready to go get them a towel from the bathroom when Kiyoomi stops him, signing, “ Don’t apologize, I like it.”
And Atsumu’s brain just about does a reboot, feeling himself fill out again, “ you can’t just say that.”
Kiyoomi laughs as Atsumu walks off the bathroom, coming back to wipe them both off before putting in his hearing aids.
“I love you.” Is the first thing he hears, Kiyoomi’s voice sultry and smooth, arms coming around him as he lays on Kiyoomi’s chest.
His face warms as he snakes his own arms around Kiyoomi, “I love you too, sweetheart.”