/my plan/, atsumu repeats in his mind, sitting stiffly as a statue wrapped like a burrito. /it's ruined.../
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end!!
i just typed this up because i like how the two challenge each other even in intimate situations hehe
/my plan/, atsumu repeats in his mind, sitting stiffly as a statue wrapped like a burrito. /it's ruined.../
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end!!
i just typed this up because i like how the two challenge each other even in intimate situations hehe
in the end, kiyoomi pushes him on the couch and cleans the whole apartment
in the end, kiyoomi pushes him on the couch and cleans the whole apartment
it's now his turn to stare at kiyoomi with wide eyes, the two staring at each other like goldfish out of water.
"we're getting out," kiyoomi's expression darkens, rising from the bathtub and pulling atsumu out with him.
"waitwaitwait, but—"
"out."
it's now his turn to stare at kiyoomi with wide eyes, the two staring at each other like goldfish out of water.
"we're getting out," kiyoomi's expression darkens, rising from the bathtub and pulling atsumu out with him.
"waitwaitwait, but—"
"out."
when he catches onto kiyoomi's subtly widened eyes and speechlessness, atsumu's confident he got him line, hook, and sinker. his eyes flicker to kiyoomi's ears now gradually heating into a beautiful red.
now i've just gotta—
"achoo!"
when he catches onto kiyoomi's subtly widened eyes and speechlessness, atsumu's confident he got him line, hook, and sinker. his eyes flicker to kiyoomi's ears now gradually heating into a beautiful red.
now i've just gotta—
"achoo!"
atsumu cheers triumphantly in his mind; there's no way he isn't going to win. the setter just needs a provocative line, really. he's got just the one.
despite his rather ragged breathing, he mutters, "ya want me any closer, baby?
atsumu cheers triumphantly in his mind; there's no way he isn't going to win. the setter just needs a provocative line, really. he's got just the one.
despite his rather ragged breathing, he mutters, "ya want me any closer, baby?
the plan is:
the plan is:
"stop staring."
"c-can't help it, omi!"
no, atsumu can't falter here. if he does,
"stop staring."
"c-can't help it, omi!"
no, atsumu can't falter here. if he does,
"better..?" atsumu asks.
"closer."
closer? how closer!? atsumu goes haywire, and he swears his mind is now floating up in space as he tries to calculate what kiyoomi's planning. either way, their intentions are one in the same, so he stops thinking and leans 'closer'.
"better..?" atsumu asks.
"closer."
closer? how closer!? atsumu goes haywire, and he swears his mind is now floating up in space as he tries to calculate what kiyoomi's planning. either way, their intentions are one in the same, so he stops thinking and leans 'closer'.
without wasting a second, atsumu rises to his knees, his chest glistening in water as he towers over the wing spiker with uneven breathing. his back arches so that his face is only merely a couple centimeters away,
without wasting a second, atsumu rises to his knees, his chest glistening in water as he towers over the wing spiker with uneven breathing. his back arches so that his face is only merely a couple centimeters away,
"c'mhere...just a little closer, omi..."
kiyoomi doesn't falter, his eyes flicking upwards to meet desperate honey brown. he knows just what card to play in this situation.
"c'mhere...just a little closer, omi..."
kiyoomi doesn't falter, his eyes flicking upwards to meet desperate honey brown. he knows just what card to play in this situation.
there's a hint of insistence in his voice, trembling and quiet. atsumu's so close now that his chest is pressed against kiyoomi's knees, and he's tempted to part them to make some space for himself.
there's a hint of insistence in his voice, trembling and quiet. atsumu's so close now that his chest is pressed against kiyoomi's knees, and he's tempted to part them to make some space for himself.
he takes the opportunity to scoot closer, the water rippling with his every movement. atsumu's hand finds kiyoomi's, intertwining them
he takes the opportunity to scoot closer, the water rippling with his every movement. atsumu's hand finds kiyoomi's, intertwining them
"that's okay, we were close earlier anyway," kiyoomi quips without hesitation, only amusement on his face as he recalls their earlier activities.
"that's okay, we were close earlier anyway," kiyoomi quips without hesitation, only amusement on his face as he recalls their earlier activities.
atsumu still isn't satisfied with the distance, however.
atsumu still isn't satisfied with the distance, however.
atsumu's eyebrows immediately knot, his lips pouting outwards as he huffs. "ya think i have ulterior motives or somethin'!? just wanna be close to ya..."
"yeah? we're pretty close now," kiyoomi remarks, cupping his
atsumu's eyebrows immediately knot, his lips pouting outwards as he huffs. "ya think i have ulterior motives or somethin'!? just wanna be close to ya..."
"yeah? we're pretty close now," kiyoomi remarks, cupping his
a smirk rides over kiyoomi's lips and he stands up to comply, only for him to settle against
a smirk rides over kiyoomi's lips and he stands up to comply, only for him to settle against
silence is blissful between the two for the moment until atsumu opens his mouth with a proposal. "y'don't mind joinin' me in the tub, do ya?"
does kiyoomi mind? of course not.
silence is blissful between the two for the moment until atsumu opens his mouth with a proposal. "y'don't mind joinin' me in the tub, do ya?"
does kiyoomi mind? of course not.
the wing spiker is particularly satisfied and in a good mood, leaning in by his side to plant a quick kiss against
the wing spiker is particularly satisfied and in a good mood, leaning in by his side to plant a quick kiss against
"lean this way, i'm washing your hair," kiyoomi notifies. atsumu doesn't object, doing just as he's told. he feels loving fingers massaging his scalp with just the right amount of firmness, occasionally raking his nails through.
kiyoomi smiles when he sees his
"lean this way, i'm washing your hair," kiyoomi notifies. atsumu doesn't object, doing just as he's told. he feels loving fingers massaging his scalp with just the right amount of firmness, occasionally raking his nails through.
kiyoomi smiles when he sees his
jeez, how did he know? atsumu rolls his eyes playfully, sinking deeper into the bathtub as he shamelessly bears the image into his mind. once kiyoomi's done with his own bathing, he pumps out some purple shampoo into his palm, then scoots the short stool towards the tub until it
jeez, how did he know? atsumu rolls his eyes playfully, sinking deeper into the bathtub as he shamelessly bears the image into his mind. once kiyoomi's done with his own bathing, he pumps out some purple shampoo into his palm, then scoots the short stool towards the tub until it
a sculpture, his mind supplies.
a sculpture, his mind supplies.
atsumu's the first to slip into the tub, his body immediately feeling like jello, the scent of the bath bomb wafting to his nose welcomingly. he turns his gaze to
atsumu's the first to slip into the tub, his body immediately feeling like jello, the scent of the bath bomb wafting to his nose welcomingly. he turns his gaze to
"miya, the bath's ready," he pops his head out of the bathroom door, heading towards the setter and wasting no time to loop his arm around to guide him
"miya, the bath's ready," he pops his head out of the bathroom door, heading towards the setter and wasting no time to loop his arm around to guide him
he breathes out with a blissfully lethargic look. "mmn, thanks, omi..."
while atsumu soothes his throat, kiyoomi's already heading over to the wet bathroom to heat up the bathtub, a serious expression as he aligns his bathbombs in contemplation.
he breathes out with a blissfully lethargic look. "mmn, thanks, omi..."
while atsumu soothes his throat, kiyoomi's already heading over to the wet bathroom to heat up the bathtub, a serious expression as he aligns his bathbombs in contemplation.
atsumu's eyes travel back and forth, silently admiring kiyoomi's purposeful movements. he takes the glass, mumbles a 'thanks' while pretty fingers brush against his,
atsumu's eyes travel back and forth, silently admiring kiyoomi's purposeful movements. he takes the glass, mumbles a 'thanks' while pretty fingers brush against his,