A little sweeter | [Sakuatsu]

Kiyoomi needs Atsumu like he needs air. Craves, needs, wants.

The low, warning voice has caused a shiver down his spine when Sakusa leans down to speak into his now sensitive ears.
"Don't say things that you don't mean it, Miya."

Atsumu couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breathe in lungful of airs.

His fingers go lax as he brings one of it to brush over the warm skin of his cheek. The touch is feather-like, just a whisper against his skin, contrast to the harsh, cold tone of his words. Then, Sakusa releases him. The lust in his eyes is gone when he steps back from Atsumu's space. He jerks his head to the door.

"The night gets more dangerous the later it gets," he says, voice softening to a level that Atsumu has never heard before. "Go home, Miya."