Touch Me [sakuatsu]

Day 10

At volleyball practice the next day, Omi was acutely aware of every move Atsumu made. He watched him off the court during breaks. The way he wiped the sweat from his brow using the hem of his shirt, exposing his toned abs. The way the water trickled down his chin and over his Adam's apple when he took a large drink. The way he flashed him a smile and a wink when he caught his boyfriend looking at him, causing Kiyoomi to look away embarrassed. His ease with people and his skill on the court were qualities Sakusa admired a lot.

Even though it was a bit distracting and he shouldn't be doing it, Omi watched Atsumu on the court as well. He took in every detail of his serve. He looked so hot when he concentrated and damn, that hybrid serve was impressive. His ability to turn even very poor returns into sets that his spikers could hit. And especially distracting to Kiyoomi was when Atsumu told him "nice kill" when he hit one of those perfect sets.

Of course, he had been told "nice kill" thousands of times before, but coming from Atsumu, now that they were dating, it just felt different. He realized with some surprise that he badly wanted to impress his boyfriend, to convert his sets to points, to make him proud. So he was working especially hard at practice, trying desperately to do whatever was necessary for his boyfriend to notice and comment on his performance. It seemed to be improving his game, and he wasn't going to complain.

Atsumu was watching Sakusa right back. He was impressed that the spiker was really on his game today. He was so precise with his spikes and his serves were nearly impossible to receive. For some reason, that excellence on the court kind of turned Atsumu on. That and the realization that Kiyoomi warmed every time Atsumu praised his performance. He didn't know when exactly he noticed it, but it was obvious once he started looking for it. No problem, Atsumu thought, I'm happy to bolster his confidence and it also benefits the team. But damn if it wasn't turning him on a bit, knowing that he held that power.

Atsumu was feeling a particular pull toward Omi that day, as if the universe was drawing them together. He couldn't wait until practice was over and they could be alone. He had a burning desire to be near his boyfriend and damn if it wasn't hard to pretend nothing was going on while they were together here at practice.

Finally though, practice ended and the two were again the last to leave the locker room. Atsumu planted a quick kiss on Kiyoomi's lips before asking, "Ready to go, babe?" Omi blushed at the endearment. Atsumu noticed and thought it was extremely cute. He made a mental note to do it more often because a blushing Omi was adorable.

They walked together back to Omi's dorm room chatting about volleyball. Atsumu was practically bubbling over with anticipation. Omi had looked so fucking hot today he just wanted to touch him. Since when did 24 hours get to feel like such an interminably long time? The fact that Kiyoomi wanted to keep their relationship just between them for now seemed to increase Atsumu's desire to go public. He always was a rebel.

They hardly had the door closed to Omi's room when Atsumu pinned him back against the door and started kissing him roughly. "Shit, Omi. You looked so fucking hot today," he managed between kisses. Kiyoomi was a little surprised but not at all upset by the way his boyfriend attacked him. He too had felt the pull today. They were all hot, wet kisses and soft moans when Atsumu's hands went under Omi's t-shirt to skim across the muscles of his abs. Omi inhaled sharply, feeling the warmth of the setter's touch and suddenly wanting more of that warmth. Damn it, Atsumu could bring him from zero to sixty in two seconds flat.

He pushed his back off the door and grabbed Atsumu by the hand. "Come on," he said as he walked to the bed, Atsumu trailing behind him, still somewhat dazed. Kiyoomi kissed his boyfriend again before gently shoving him on the bed and coming down over him. "You make me want to touch you everywhere, Tsumu." Atsumu groaned in response. He had one hand in that soft black hair and was not going to let go anytime soon.

Soon they were back to hot tongues and biting lips and wandering hands and before long, Omi had a burning desire to feel the warmth of Atsumu's skin. He used one hand to pull at the hem of Atsumu's t-shirt and bunched it up near his chest, exposing the setter's abs to his frantic touch. His hands raked up and down, touching every exposed inch, but soon Omi realized it wasn't enough. He backed away slightly, grabbed at the shirt and pulled up slightly. Atsumu obliged and let Kiyoomi pull the garment over his head. Omi now groaned at all that hot flesh and leaned down to place hot kisses at the crook of Atsumu's neck. Soon his shyness was lost to desire and he went further down, trailing kisses down his boyfriend's chest and down lower to his abs. Again, Atsumu moaned and Kiyoomi again marveled at the power he held.

Atsumu decided that Omi had too many clothes on and his hands moved to the spiker's shirt, tugging gently. Omi paused and sat up part way. He grabbed at the hem of his shirt and deftly pulled it off over his head. For a second, all Atsumu could do was stare because fuck, his boyfriend was hot. Then he suddenly had to touch all that exposed skin. He sat up part way and pushed Omi down on his back. Atsumu now was the one placing soft bites and kisses down Omi's neck. He made his way down to the spiker's nipple and sucked gently. Omi inhaled sharply, making Atsumu smile. He did it again and then moved to repeat the action on the other nipple. Meanwhile his hand ached to move lower but, with effort, he managed to control his urge to palm his boyfriend's growing erection. Slow, I have to go slow, he kept repeating in his muddled brain.

He managed to pull his mouth from his boyfriend's nipples and move up to his lips again. Straining to ease up, he kissed Omi more slowly and gently, trying to draw things out. He stopped briefly to say "Omi-omi, you make me crazy," and watched with satisfaction as his boyfriend blushed slightly. Damn, wasn't that a fucking turn on. Shit, he was in so deep. He was trying to focus but Omi's hand was running up and down his bare back and he was lost in those midnight eyes. He was drawn in, losing his fucking mind, and wanting to fuck his boyfriend so badly he felt like he might cry. He dropped his forehead to touch Kiyoomi's and took some deep breaths.

Sakusa was confused. On one hand, he was still a bit nervous about all this touching. He knew he was safe with Atsumu but the further things went, the more he worried that he might freak out without notice. On the other hand, his hormones were screaming at him, egging him on, causing him to desire something and he wasn't entirely sure what. All he knew is he was careening toward some magnificent endgame. He was both terrified and bursting with anticipation.

"Are you okay, Tsumu?" he asked after a minute of watching his boyfriend scowl with his eyes closed. He thought he knew what was going through Tsumu's head but figured he'd check to be sure.

Atsumu opened his eyes slowly. "Yeah. I just... love touching you. And I ... want to do more."

"I figured. I think I need a little more time."

Atsumu nodded. "I know. It's fine. I'll deal." He reached up to trail a finger down Omi's cheek and to his lips before kissing him again softly. "I should probably go. Getting late." For a brief moment Atsumu thought he saw a flash of hurt in Omi's eyes. Did he want him to stay overnight? Shit, could he even handle that? He decided he did not have the mental or physical discipline at this particular juncture to sleep in a bed next to his boyfriend and not be able to do what he really wanted. Did that make him a bad person? A bad boyfriend? Probably, he thought with some degree of shame. But it was true and he cared about Omi too much to hurt him by going too fast.

So, with colossal effort, he dragged himself from the bed and to the door. Soon enough, he thought to himself, soon enough I'll be able to touch him anywhere and everywhere. He could hardly wait for that day.