Atsumu finally withdrew his length from the boys mouth… watching a mixture of drool and cum drip down his chin… breathing heavy as he sat there on his knees… that was when atsu noticed the wet spot in sakusa’s pants… “ya liked it that much? I guess I owe ya ‘nother round”

FIN thank you for reading!

Kiyoomi, hearing this, grew excited-he wrapped his hands tight around Atsumu’s waist and bottomed out, burying his nose in the curly hairs of Atsumu’s bush just as the man blew his load down his throat. The heavy cock sat on his tongue for just a moment before pulling back… 12/?

the cock down his throat, the hand gripping his hair… the considerate nature of the man in such a rough moment. Atsumu’s hips began to speed up and his chest tightened- “mmh fuck m’ close baby, m’ gunna cum”. He moaned loud with each thrust down Omi’s throat. (11/?)

The blonde spoke up. “Fuck baby, oh fuck your throat is so perfect for me- Tap out if you can’t take it” and yet Kiyoomi did nothing, no tap, he simply braced his hands on the back of Atsumu’s ass and enjoyed every second of it… (10/?)

Kiyoomi coughed and gagged around the boys length, his eyes welling with tears as his throat was fucked by Atsumu’s member… he drooled and trembled, his chin dribbling with spit and precum, face growing red as tears stained his cheeks, but atsumu kept going… (9/?)

the warmth of his newfound partners throat….But when Kiyoomi could take no more, atsumu took matters into his own hands. He stepped forward, now pinning the dark haired boys head between his hips, and the bathroom wall, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper, filling his throat. 8/?

…their way towards his base, gripping his member and slowly inching his way down, feeling the length fill his throat, it was all he could’ve dreamed of and more. His head bobbed slowly up and down the tip as the blonde boy gripped harsher on the curls, his hips bucking at… 7/?

The warmth of the inside of the dark haired boys mouth caught atsumu off guard… and the weight of Atsumu’s cock did the same to omi. The sheer girth made his jaw ache, sitting heavily on his tongue, daring him to take it further… so he did. His slender fingers made… (6/?)

Kiyoomi’s eyes went wide, and atsumu smiled proudly, taking his own length in his hand and tapping it against kiyoomi’s soft pink lips. The curly haired boy was practically drooling- and atsumu wasn’t feeling very patient. He pressed his tip forward, breaching kiyoomi’s lips. 5/?

a desperate haze. He felt slender, strong hands atop his head, pushing him towards the bulge. As he finally managed to get his pants and boxers down, Kiyoomi was met with a thick, heavy member against his cheek… he swallowed sharply, never having seen something this big. (4/?)

The man was never forceful… but as they pulled back, a bridge of saliva gaped their lips, and the blonde spoke… “knees, pretty boy… let’s see what else yer mouth is good fer.” It truly didn’t take much to get Kiyoomi to the floor… fumbling with the man’s belt in… (3/?)

Hands intertwined in gorgeous blonde locks, as his tongue fought for dominance in the boys mouth… he was broad and strong, yet not harsh, allowing Kiyoomi to move as he pleased. He never caught the blonde man’s name, but yet he found himself stumbling into a stall with him… 2/?

His rim spasms around kiyoomi’s tongue and he falls forward, breathless and exhausted… his face flushed red and his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, all Kiyoomi can do is sit and admire it… admire the fluttering pink hole in-front of his face, “Told ya it was good” (fin)

#skts #sakuatsu

His hips move faster and faster, bucking roughly as kiyoomi’s hand snakes around to grip his length, stroking in time with his tongue. The blonde can’t handle it anymore, driving his hips down, and shooting a long spurt of white across his lovers stomach…

Atsumu’s hips stutter as the black haired boy’s tongue rolls and laps at his entrance, slipping past the ring of muscle causing Atsumu to instinctually roll his hips, pressing down heavily on the boys face and begins to ride his tongue… atsumu whimpers and moans grow louder…

his knees practically give out as he feels a flat tongue lap at his entrance, his thighs spasm as he lands on his lovers face, kiyoomi’s pale hands digging their nails deep into Atsumu’s thighs, no longer thinking about breathing…

Atsumu’s just a bit drunk, and as he works the man’s shorts off; he pleads once more. “Please darling it’s all I want-“ and atsumu just can’t say no to his lover… he drops his hips onto his lovers face, and understands why Kiyoomi has been begging for so long…

Not moots yet but I’d like to become moots one day!!