"PLEASE OMI?"
sakusa stared at the man, same blank expression on his face. not that atsumu could tell through the mask, anyways. "i'm going to keep saying no," he yawned as he leaned his head back on the couch, spreading his arms along the back of it, as well as his legs. "we can do this all night."
"god, you're such a buzzkill." atsumu rolled his eyes, leaning back himself. he had invited himself over to sakusa's house to ask--tell him to come to a strip club with him.
clubs where definitely not the top thing on the list of places sakusa wanted to spend his time at. in fact, that list was fairly short. any place with big crowds were on the bottom of that man's list. too many people, and people meant germs. it's well known that sakusa kiyoomi is not a fan of germs.
"it's just a strip club, omi." atsumu sighed. "some of them do private sessions." he quirked one of his brows.
sakusa cringed at his friends tone and side-eyed him. "what the fuck."
"let's be honest," the blonde patted the man's shoulder. "there are cobwebs on your cock."
sure, sakusa hadn't gotten any action in a while, but he doesn't jump at any chance he has. if he did, he would have a lot of action. the man has plenty options, but he doesn't just have sex whenever he can. it hard for him to trust a person enough to know that they won't over-step his boundaries with his phobia, especially during sex. so yes, there might be some cobwebs on his cock.
"why am i friends with you again?" he shrugged atsumu's hand off of him.
"because you love me!" he hated to admit it, but he did. "enough to come to this club with me?" but not that much.
"no."
