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 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.
“There,” Atsumu says, popping off of Kiyoomi’s +
“There,” Atsumu says, popping off of Kiyoomi’s +
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.
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.
“Good boy,” Kiyoomi purrs. “Gonna make me come.”
Atsumu laughs softly and shakes his head. +
“Good boy,” Kiyoomi purrs. “Gonna make me come.”
Atsumu laughs softly and shakes his head. +
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 +
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 +
Kiyoomi pops off of Atsumu’s cock with a heave of breath. His chin is covered with cum, mouth and spit still sticky with +
Kiyoomi pops off of Atsumu’s cock with a heave of breath. His chin is covered with cum, mouth and spit still sticky with +
“Fuck!” Atsumu shouts, back and head slamming against the metal +
“Fuck!” Atsumu shouts, back and head slamming against the metal +
Kiyoomi hums around Atsumu’s cock in an effort to encourage him to let loose. It seems to work, drawing +
Kiyoomi hums around Atsumu’s cock in an effort to encourage him to let loose. It seems to work, drawing +
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.
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.
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 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 +
“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 +
“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 +
“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.”
“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.”
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 +
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 +
“Do you know how crazy you’re driving me?” Kiyoomi growls. +
“Do you know how crazy you’re driving me?” Kiyoomi growls. +
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.
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.
“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?”
“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?”
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 +
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 +
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. +
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. +
“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.”
“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.”
Kiyoomi beckons him over with a bent finger. Atsumu comes easily, trudging heavily out of the water and then jogging across the sand. +
Kiyoomi beckons him over with a bent finger. Atsumu comes easily, trudging heavily out of the water and then jogging across the sand. +
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 +
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 +
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 +
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 +