Undisclosed Desires

35. Swim

"Well, aren't you going to join me?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. The once glass barrier disappears, and his lips immediately find yours. His hands leave a wet mark on your clothes as he brings you closer to his naked body.

Your frozen state is melted by a single swipe of his tongue, tracing the roof of your mouth. Droplets trickle on your clothing as he desperately drags you into the glass box, filling the space between his body. "M-my clothes." You stutter in between shallow breaths and water falling on your hair.

The steamy water, the foggy veil, making you unable to see or think, to do anything but lift your arms up as he undresses you. Your soaking clothes are tossed to the side until there's nothing in between the two of you.

Wait

You aren't sure if you are actually speaking the words out loud because your actions are far from stopping. Your naked body wraps around his tattooed skin, fingers scraping on his rugged back, pushing him closer to you.

"Kiyoomi." Your voice croaks, "we shouldn't..."

"Why not." He hums, pressing your body against the icy tile. His fingertips roam your skin, smudging the water droplets in his path to your thigh. "You know why." You unlock your lips to look up at him. His damp hair is pushed out of his face making his onyx eyes even more stunning, staring fiercely at you. The water trickles on his shoulders, hands above your head, shielding you from the water. His eyes roam your blushed cheeks, down to your chest. The silver object, wrapped around your neck, made him smile, knowing you obediently listened. "Hmmm," he smirks, notching the new addition to your necklace. His snaky tattoo inches closer to your ear, sinking his teeth on your jugular, "Don't worry, Princess, your boyfriend won't be back soon." He whispers, tracing your skin with his tongue as his fingertips glide closer to your inner thigh. "H-how do you know."

"Don't you trust me?" He hums as the warm water dripping on his fingertips mixes with your dripping heat as he traces your folds. "No. I don't" You bite your lip, trying not to moan at his finger movements.

A single laugh is released from his lips, "Well, I guess I'll have to fuck you until he gets here then." Plunging his slender fingers in your core, stuttering moans released from your lips. Your ear tickled by his lips, "Is that alright, baby?" His movements were slow, plunging his fingers inside you, awaiting your answer before completely devouring you.

The chances of Kiyoomi lying to you and Atsumu walking into the room any second was high. You knew deep in your mind you should stop. This is wrong. However, his plunging fingers far surpass your guilt. You can't stop now. It feels too good.

Nodding your head yes, as your tounges entwined under the trickling shower, a smirk is released onto your lips with your response. Icy tile is replaced by his rugged abs as your chest presses against the foggy glass. His erection pokes you, teasing you, making your legs tremble with anticipation. Echoing moans mix with the shower sounds as his hands grip your waist, plunging himself inside you. Handprints on the foggy glass, you try to keep yourself balanced, the way Kiyoomi's hips roll on you in the slippery shower, you're losing your grip on reality.

Hip rocking, knees buckling with the intensity, the cold glass soothes your reddened cheek as you pant onto the surface. Wrist latched by his palm, tightly behind your back, keeping you in place, as he fucks you.

"Fuck" you try to whisper so that he doesn't hear you. Through the glass and your blurred vision, you can see in the distance the bed you shared with Atsumu just this morning. His suitcase is still in the closet, right next to yours. His shampoo lingers in your nose as you moan another man's name.

Through the reflection of the glass, the word Love comes into your view, inching closer to your neck, pushing your hair backward onto his chest, "Louder." He demands, fastening up the pace. The last time, during his meeting, you had no choice but to keep quiet. Wanting desperately to listen to your pleasurable sounds ring in his ears, so your whispered moans aren't going to cut it this time. "I want the entire floor to hear me fucking you." His growls, tightening the grip on your neck. His motions were deep, filled with purpose, filling your walls. Your moans echo the empty room as he succeeds with his demands.

The streamy water cooled off to lukewarm as you pant into the shower door. Creating your own fog with your breathy moans as your body is held by tattooed arms, allowing you to reel from your high.

A single towel wraps your body as you slump into the bed. Like a tattooed succubus, Kiyoomi took all of your energy. Unable to even have the strength to put clothes on. "Dry your hair." He demands, noticing your lazy posture.

Seeing him walk around the room in just his boxers almost feels like you shouldn't be looking. This is the longest he's stayed completely still, not rushing to cover up his beautiful body, not running out of the room after sleeping with you. "Come here." He sternly says as he notices you not moving.

The heat was a warm setting, as the brush was softly gliding through your hair. His eyes were laser-focused, making sure to get every spot.

Kiyoomi was drying your hair, and all you do is look through the mirror at him and smile.

Trying to steal glances at your personal hairstylist, the sound of your phone ringing made you jump out of your seat.

"A-atsumu." You stutter, looking to the floor, avoiding eye contact with Kiyoomi's piercing gaze as you say the name.

"Hey, baby. What're ya doin?"

"D-drying my hair, getting ready for bed...where are you?"

"Meeting ran long, then shit got a little complicated." There is a slight sigh in his voice, which he tries to mask. "I got one more meeting to finish...I'll end up crashing at my loft here. Are ya going to be alright all by yourself just for the night?" Even as the phone was pressed against you, Kiyoomi heard the conversation, not even pretending he wasn't eavesdropping.

"Takinoue and Shimada find 'em if you need anything. Alright, baby? And tomorrow, when I get back, I promise I'm all yours."

You try to muster the best-sounding voice, happily telling him you can't wait until you see him tomorrow. Even though tomorrow is such a long time from now.

"My feelings are a little hurt, Princess." Kiyoomi laughs. "Sad that your boyfriend isn't here? Did I not satisfy you just now?" His tone was teasing you, but the fact was that you were sad. Not because he was here instead of Atsumu, but that Atsumu wasn't here...too.

"It's not that." The clock ticked passed midnight as you hung up the phone. You knew the type of meeting Atsumu is going to isn't the conference room type. More like a dark alleyway type. You can't help but worry about him.

"Why was there blood on you?" You blurt out. There were so many questions you wanted to ask. But you doubt he will tell you where Atsumu was or what he was doing.

"I got a little carried away with my interrogation." The thing about Kiyoomi, he always so bluntly tells you the truth that it almost seems like a lie. "This one wasn't as fun as the one with you." He winks as he slumps his body beside you.

"He will be just fine," Kiyoomi whispers, not looking at you, speaking to the ceiling like he could sense your anxiety.

"My turn to ask a question." He faces your droopy eyes, fighting to stay awake.

"Me or him?"

"W-what?" Your sleepy body jolts awake with the question.

Kiyoomi or Atsumu?

"You don't have to answer right now" He laughs as your mind goes spiraling. "But eventually, you'll need to decide."

His body fills the gap between the bed, reaching for you until you are fully enveloped in his grasp.

His tattoo arms held you, shielding you from all your worries and anxieties. It felt safe, listening to his beating heart in your ear, focusing on the steady rise of his chest. "Don't leave this time." You mumble. It was almost painful for you to say this. But you didn't want to be alone right now. But you knew, like all the times in the past, he would leave at any second, and the warmth you feel will disappear.

There was no response to your statement. Maybe he fell asleep. Or maybe, he just didn't answer because the truth wouldn't be what you wanted to hear.

So you nuzzle into his chest, fingertips latching onto his skin, enjoying the moment. Hoping the warm feeling lasts just a little longer.

I won't.