WARNINGS: Sensory overload, anxiety, nonsexual nudity
I haven't watched season 4 yet (I keep trying but the piracy sites I usually use aren't working) so this might be a bit ooc? I'm going mostly on the personality in other fanfics I've read. Anyways, minor manga spoilers I guess? Not really even, just like, post-time-skip jobs for some people.
Sakusa woke up to the announcement of their upcoming descent, and was immediately bombarded with stimuli. When he fell asleep not long after takeoff, all of the lights were off, but now they were blinding. People throughout the plane were shifting around, sniffling, opening gum and candy, and otherwise making noise. The texture of the seat was irritating him, and he wished he'd worn long pants instead of shorts. To make it all that much worse, the woman in the seat behind them was coughing loudly. She was wearing a mask, as was he, and the presence of her service dog indicated it was likely a chronic issue and non-contagious. That didn't calm his nerves, however; logic rarely worked on anxiety, especially anxiety related to his germaphobia.
"Just a bit longer, Omi-Omi," his husband whispered to him, handing him his headphones and a wet wipe to wipe them off with.
Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu were currently on (or travelling to) their honeymoon. They had had a small wedding ceremony the day before, just the two's family's and the rest of the Black Jackals, and were now on a plane to Florida, where they rented a small house (hotels and resorts made Sakusa too anxious, and as professional athletes they had quite a bit of excess money, so they decided renting would be the best option) to stay in for the next two weeks.
Being on a professional sports team meant they travelled a lot, but that didn't mean Sakusa liked planes. The recirculated air, small space, and often being pressed against other people triggered his anxiety badly, even with excess of wet wipes, hand sanitizer, and constant wearing of masks (Atsumu wore one as well, Sakusa didn't borderline force him anymore but he knew how upset his now-husband got when he didn't).
Once they landed, they grabbed their carry-ons and waited for the people in front of them to clear out a bit. Sakusa went first, finding it easier to know where the people were in front of him and trusting Atsumu to be aware of his boundaries. Once they made it to the wider tunnel, however, the blond took his husband's hand and slung his arm over his shoulder, knowing it made him feel just a bit safer.
They stayed like that the rest of the way through the airport, Atsumu being the one to touch the baggage (though Sakusa took both carry-ons) and take care of everything for the rental car, listening to the info from the rental place as the wing spiker wiped down the front interior.
"Almost there, love. Once we get back we can take some time to chill, since they already deep cleaned for us, yeah?"
"My stuff is dirty though, and I have to clean all of my fidgets and my weighted blanket touched the floor of the plane and who knows the last time that was cleaned and I need to shower and you need to shower and I need to change my clothes because these touched the plane and I can feel the germs running on them and-"
"Hey, take a breath Omi-kun, yeah? Ok, we can clean the stuff later, but I know you're exhausted and your hands are over your ears so you must be overloaded." He didn't even notice he'd put his hands there, trying to block out the echo of the airport parking garage. "Let me take care of it, I'm your husband now, I vowed to take care of you and I'm not going back on that."
"But I'm doing nothing in return! You're doing so much and have already done so much and I don't, can't reciprocate and I'm just a..."
"Sakusa Kiyoomi, if you call yourself a burden I will fuck you right here, right now." A glare was shot at him because Sakusa JUST cleaned this car. "Or whenever we're in a cleaner space."
Sakusa sighed, but a small smile touched the corners of his mouth. "You'd do that anyways, it's our honeymoon. But yeah, fine."
"Damn right I will. Besides, I like taking care of my Omi-Omi." Sakusa smiled and laced his fingers with his husband's, still tense but slightly less so.
Upon pulling up to and walking into the house he was met with the smell of chemical cleaner, not overly strong and just enough to reassure the germaphobe that it was adequately decontaminated. Atsumu moved to put the luggage in the mudroom for right now, turning back before he left.
"Are you sure you don't want anything in here?"
Sakusa shook his head quickly. "Too dirty."
"Ok, let's go shower then." The blond lead his husband to the master bathroom, taking off his shirt and sweatpants before turning to the other with the cock of his head, a silent question of "do you want help undressing" clear.
Sakusa took his hand and brought it to the hem of his shirt, letting him lift it over his head before turning to the sink and washing his hands. They had been dating long enough for Atsumu to know what that meant, and he helped him out of his shorts and underwear, all the while the brunet kept scrubbing.
"Careful, love, you'll hurt your hands if you scrub to harshly." He reached over to turn off the water, taking off his own boxers and leading his husband to the running shower.
Once they got in Sakusa sat down, a clear sign that his energy was running out. Atsumu shrugged it off, putting some shampoo in his hands and running it through the other's hair, who let out a soft sigh at the contact. He moved so the water could run over it, using his hands to stop the soap from running into his husband's eyes, and then quickly did his own shampoo, before moving on to do the same with conditioner.
Once the hair was done, he sat down and turned his husband to face him, taking some soap and scrubbing up his mole-covered body, kissing each melanin-concentrated spot as the water washed the coconut-scented soap away (earning him a flick to the forehead and a smile when he went for the one on his lower stomach, and a snort when he touched his lips to the one on the bottom of his foot). He turned to get the soap and wash himself, but a pale hand blocked his as another one grabbed the bottle. Sakusa squeezed some out, taking the blond's arm and carefully massaging his bicep, moving down the arm and kneading the muscles before going back up to the broad shoulder and across his chest. He stared, transfixed, as the foamy soap went down the toned chest, before face planting into it, earning a laugh.
"Enjoying yourself there?" Sakusa only nodded, nuzzling a bit as Atsumu kissed the top of his head. The blond chuckled again, reaching back to turn off the shower and nudging his husband in a sign to get up.
Always the one to pamper his partner, Atsumu quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing another to put around Sakusa and then lifting him up in a bridal carry.
Sakusa yelped, throwing his arms around the blond and holding on tight, no longer surprised after 3 years of dating the huge dork. They walked to the connected bedroom, the shorter getting thrown onto the bed as his husband went to close the door (pros about having a bit of an issue with object permanence, "out of sight out of mind" was quite literal for Sakusa and he didn't have to worry about the cleanliness state of anything he couldn't see/hear/smell/touch). He went back and sat down next to the brunet, who crawled into his lap and pulled him into a searing kiss.
"Well, I believe you made a promise earlier."
"Did I? I don't seem to remember."
"Hmm, you said something about 'fucking me as soon as we're in a cleaner space?'"
"Rings a bell."
"Well," Sakusa purred, pushing on the tanned chest so he was laying down, kissing up Atsumu's jawline to his ear, "I believe this would count as a cleaner space."
[A/N: Why do all my fluffy fics end up getting smutty? Idek but whatever.]
