ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔬𝔯

"It wasn't my fuckin' idea to do it in the bathroom!" Suna whisper-yelled.

Osamu placed his hand over Suna's mouth, gripping his jaw tightly so he wouldn't make any noise. Suna glared as much as he could at Osamu, but his cheeks were red and his skin was flushed, damp with sweat.

Osamu was also pushed all the way to the hilt inside of Suna.

Suna's left foot was planted firmly on the ground, while his other knee was resting on the closed toilet lid. His arched back was to Osamu, who enjoyed watching his muscles clench and his shoulders tense with every slow thrust he made.

Suna shuddered, whines trying to break through Osamu's fingers as they grew wet with saliva.

Osamu moved his hips, angling himself so he's hit Suna's prostate every time.

As students walked in and out of the bathroom, the two remained as quiet as possible.

Fuck, Osamu thought when Suna clenched around him, a sign meaning he was getting close.

Osamu leaned down and gripped Suna's waist, his other hand moving to his cock. Suna yelped when Osamu wrapped his fingers around his dick and started rubbing, the noise dying out thanks to Osamu's hand clasped firmly on his mouth. Suna's eyes seemed to roll back as his head lolled to the side and his tongue grazed Osamu's fingers, his ability to keep his mouth shut long gone from the pleasure.

Osamu tightened his jaw when Suna started clenching almost rhythmically, trying to sucking his cock back inside each time he pulled away.

It wasn't long before Suna started to tremble and Osamu's hips began to jerk before both finally climaxed.

Osamu groaned softly, sinking his teeth into Suna's shoulder and seeing his throat bob as low noises escaped his mouth.

After he was sure Suna was done moaning, he released his grasp, his hand covered in saliva in a lewd way.

Suna panted softly, drool running down his chin and his eyes tainted pink from crying.

"Are you okay?" Osamu asked. Suna glanced back.

"'M fine. You can pull out now."

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Suna was pretty.

Osamu had never considered it before, but as he stared at the middle blocker during physics class he noticed.

Suna wore eyeliner in school, which is why his lashes always looked thinner during practice. He had pink lips with a slight pout when looked down to take notes. His skin was fair, so whenever he subconsciously pinched his cheek the skin turned a light blush color.

And for someone so tall he could be quite elegant, seeing he was a damn good volleyball player.

Osamu hadn't realized he was staring until his twin gave him a harsh jab in his side. Osamu winced and rubbed his rib age while glaring at Atsumu.

"The fuck are ya starin' at Suna for?" Atsumu asked. Osamu blinked a few times, his annoyance shifting into confusion.

"Hah?! I wasn't starin'!" Osamu shouted. The teacher closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Miya," he said in a warning voice. Osamu gaped then shut his mouth, glaring at his giggling brother as he spoke.

"Sorry, sir." He scowled at his twin before dropping his head onto his desk and closing his eyes.