ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔖𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔳𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔪

About two months went by since they agreed to a contract.

Before and after school Osamu would take care of Ayame however she needed. And in between classes he had his way with Suna. He made the blocker skip lunch, get to class late, and use up his free periods. A few times after practice Osamu forced Suna to stay back for a quickie in the locker room. And as much as Osamu hated to admit it, he really liked fucking Suna. What's worse, he felt no remorse about making Ayame wait the extra minutes for him to straighten himself out and leave a wrecked Suna in the bathroom, still recovering.

It wasn't until the end of the second month something finally happened.

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Osamu panted, pulling out slowly and making the both of them groan. Suna was oversensitive, fucked raw twice, and not given a break between. Osamu was sweaty, but luckily the water from the gym showers was still on. Suna's volleyball shorts were discarded on the floor. Osamu stepped out of his own and tugged off his jersey, running a hand through his hair and sighing. Suna huffed, turning slowly and murmuring in pain. He pulled off his own jersey and exposed his slim figure. Osamu looked away before he could get caught staring. He started making his way to one of the showers when Suna called out.

"So that's it?"

"I said don't talk to me," Osamu bit back, not bothering to face the blocker. He heard a humorless laugh from his teammate.

"Not even when you fuck me to th' point I can't fuckin' walk?" Suna sneered.

"Don' care," Osamu answered, turning on the shower and sighing when the hot water trickled down his back.

A few minutes passed before Suna spoke again.

"Wanna know why?"

Osamu opened his eyes, soap slipping inside and burning him. He cursed quietly and rubbed it out. " "Dunno what yer talkin' 'bout," he lied. This was probably the longest conversation he had had with Suna in a while.

"I thought he was you."

Osamu tensed.

"Didn't ask," he muttered. How could anyone believe that kind of excuse?

"I couldn't explain it to ya then. I knew ya wouldn't believe me," Suna explained. Osamu swallowed thickly.

"Stop talkin'." He ordered. Suna grunted.

"I couldn't look ya in the eye because I was terrified of makin' the same mistake again." Suna's voice grew louder as he hobbled towards Osamu's stall. "I knew I'd sound like a fuckin' lunatic." Osamu took a deep breath.

"If ya don't stop 'm gonna sock ya, Suna," Osamu warned. 

"'Samu, yer my butterfly."

Osamu stiffened.

"Because no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to remember how beautiful ya are."

Suna stumbled back, pushed against the cold tiled wall as Osamu pressed his hand against his stern. He squeezed Suna's face with his other hand, glaring down at him.

"I dare ya to keep talking," he seethed. Suna looked up at him. Osamu felt his grip falter Suna's eyes were soft. Wet. Water droplets rolled down his face, spilling over his hair.