ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

"What's got ya so distracted?"

Aran asked. The two were sitting outside for lunch with the rest of the second-years on the team. A fall picnic, right before it's supposed to really snow. Ice lined the streets and cars skidded on the road. Girls laughed as they nearly slipped and boys pushed each other around, always trying to get as close to death as possible without dying.

Osamu kept glancing at Suna.

He was sitting cross-legged with one hand on the ground, the other scrolling through his butterfly phone. Some people were talking to him but he clearly wasn't listening.

His lips were slightly glossy and his cheeks and nose were tinted red from the cold. His school uniform was unbuttoned at the top, revealing his pale skin.

"Nothin'," Osamu replied, taking a piece of candy from Aran's hand and chewing it.

"Hey man!" Aran complained. Osamu stuck up his middle finger and Aran did the same. Atsumu shoved a bird in Aran's face and the three stared at each other before they started laughing. Osamu looked away and spotted Suna, who was looking right at him.

The two held eye-contact for a few seconds, before Osamu glanced away, trying not to blush.

Fuckin' 'ell. It's jus' gonna be fuckin' sex.

He felt his pants start to tighten.

Oh hell no. Not now, he chastised his dick.

He grabbed another meat bun and gasped when he took a bite.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!" He groaned, sticking out his tongue and exhaling quickly.

"Moron," Suna murmured with a smirk. Osamu wanted to come up with a quip retort but his tongue was in too much pain. Suna stood up and walked over the picnic blanket carefully, handing Osamu a cup of water. Osamu drank it gratefully. He caught Suna glancing at him again and nearly choked.

Alright Miya. Calm the fuck down. Now.

"Yanno, if ya wanna fuck me rough we can get outta here right now," Suna said. Osamu nearly jumped out of his skin, looking around to make sure no one heard. He then faced Suna with a what the fuck expression. Suna shrugged.

"I already told ya," Osamu murmured.

"The next time 'm gonna be gentle."

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Osamu and Suna stared at each other, Osamu on the floor and Suna on the bed.

It was a very strange power dynamic.

Probably wasn't actually a power dynamic, Osamu was just nervous and thinking up every possible phrase he'd learned from the TV in the bar down the street from his house.

"Fuck, why are ya so nervous?" Suna groaned. Osamu shrugged. "Yer not gonna hurt me anyways remember?"

"Right," Osamu agreed. Suna rolled his eyes.

"Shit... just get up here and stop lookin' like a guilty kid... jeez."

Osamu stood up and brushed his pants, walking over and sitting next to Suna. The two looked at the ground.

"So... how do we do this?" Suna asked. Osamu laughed briefly. "What?" Suna scowled. "Usually I can just hop on and start ridin'."

Osamu coughed. He looked up at Suna.

It was very quiet.

He cupped Suna's cheek with one hand and leaned forward, gently kissing his mouth. He could feel him flinch, trying not to push Osamu away.

His other hand trailed up Suna's thigh, then reached for the hem of his shirt.

He pulled Suna's shirt off and gently shifted him over so Suna was lying flat on the bed.

He pulled off his own shirt then got right back down to business, gently nipping and sucking Suna's lips before slipping his tongue inside his mouth. Suna moaned softly, his hands gripping Osamu's shoulder. Osamu inhaled deeply, grabbing Suna's ass and pulling off his pants. He placed his hands on Suna's rib-cage and started lightly kissing his neck. While his fingertips slid up Suna's sides, and his nails gently scraped his skin as he drew his hands back down, Suna shuddered and tensed, gripping the sheets so he wouldn't punch Osamu.

"Relax," Osamu whispered before licking the rim of Suna's ear. Suna opened his mouth to retort but his words turned into a moan when Osamu moved down, sucking on his nipple. Suna covered his mouth, his legs squirming. Osamu used his fingers to gently rub his other nipple, careful not to make the sensitive bud go numb. Suna whimpered, unable to do anything about the pleasure he was receiving. Osamu detached his mouth, giving the nipple a few kitten licks before kissing Suna's sternum.

He left a wet trail of kisses all the way down to Suna's belly button, seeing his rib-cage every time he took a deep breath. His fingers dipped under the waistband of Suna's boxers while he sucked on different patchs of skin, leaving light red marks all over his stomach.

"M-Miya..." Suna gasped.

"Mm."

Suna whimpered when Osamu started running his hands over his bare thighs. His legs moved away, trembling when Osamu paused his actions.

"Should I stop?" Osamu asked.

"No!" Suna groaned, covering his face and spreading his legs for him. Osamu gulped.

He kissed Suna just above the knee, making his way up as he sank to the floor. He nibbled on Suna's inner thigh and Suna whined, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was grasping the sheets.

"Miya-"Suna looked at him and the two froze.

Suna was so hard his tip was peeking out of his boxers, pre-cum dribbling onto his belly.

"Fuck..." Suna murmured, clearly embarrassed. His cheeks were pink and his ears were red. His skin glistened from Osamu's saliva and his chest rose and fell quickly.

"Don' hide yer face," Osamu hummed, moving his hand over Suna's cock. Suna's hips jumped at the indirect contact. Osamu gently rubbed him through his underwear while caressing his thigh with the other hand and moving his mouth to suck on his nipple once more.

"Oh my god~no-fuck... yes~" Suna's words were a jumbled mess of "yes" and "no" and every time he said no, Osamu faltered, only to start up again when Suna moaned yes.

Osamu tugged off Suna's underwear and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring the gel onto his hands. One palm wrapped around Suna's stiff cock, making him moan loudly. His middle finger slipped inside, slowly moving in and out. Suna's legs shook as he pulled them back, crying out in pleasure.

"You sound so fuckin' hot right now," Osamu declared, leaning over and kissing Suna. Suna wrapped his arms around Osamu's neck, his mouth open from all his moaning and his body quivering.

"'M gonna cum," he whispered. Osamu smirked.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm~!" Suna shuddered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes~! Yesyesyesyes~" Suna moaned.

Osamu pushed in a second finger and Suna clenched around him, releasing onto his chest.

Suna panted, his body going limp as he closed his eyes. Osamu caressed his thighs, placing soft kisses on his jaw.

He paused, feeling his kisses turn wet.

A tear slid down Suna's cheek, his jaw clenched.

"Shit," Osamu muttered. "Did I hurt ya?" He sat up and looked Suna over. "Was it bad? Do ya need anything? Water or-"

"Shut the fuck up, Osamu." Suna sat up, cupped Osamu's face, and kissed.

Osamu's eyes widened but he didn't turn away the kiss, his fingers grazing Suna's hips.

Suna broke off and took a few trembling breaths before speaking.

"Date me."