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Everybody knew Sakusa Kiyoomi had trouble giving up control. Somehow his brain always managed to convince him that if he wasn’t in control of the whole situation — be it group projects, relationships, or vacation schedules — things would just become fatal. The only situation in which this didn’t apply was volleyball. When he was on the court he was able to forget about everything and just let go, he was able to rely on his teammates and trust them completely. It was a team sport, after all. Even he understood that he couldn’t win games by himself.
“Sometimes, giving up control in a simulated situation, in a game, for example, can help us slowly start to get familiar with that feeling in real life,” his therapist told him. “It can help us get used to relying on other people, it can show us that letting go a bit isn’t always a recipe for failure.”
In hindsight, guided masturbation probably wasn’t what his therapist had in mind. But oh boy, did it work wonders.
It started as an accident; he was just scrolling through Twitter one night, cock half-hard as he palmed himself through his sweatpants when he stumbled across a thread with six four-minute-long voice memos. The first tweet read guided masturbation + edging. It was certainly eye-catching.
He leaped off his bed to grab his AirPods, got comfortable, and pressed play. Suddenly there was a man whispering into his ear exactly how and when he should touch himself. The whole routine was intended for a person with female genitalia but Kiyoomi made it work.
Thirty minutes and three ruined orgasms later Kiyoomi’s back arched off the bed as the voice in his ear finally allowed him to come. He had never climaxed this hard on his own.
It’s safe to say that after that he was hooked. He got himself a subscription to a website that specialized in audio porn and never looked back.
His therapist was right, it was easier to give up control in simulated situations. Normally he would hate being told what to do but inside these fantasies he found it really easy to surrender control, to submit. He actually liked being dominated, liked the humiliation that came with it and the thrilling excitement of not knowing what to expect next.
Kiyoomi was a creature of habit; every single day he woke up at 6 am and worked out for an hour, then took a shower and headed straight to class. Every single morning he had a cup of freshly-brewed black coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a little splash of milk, and every single night he put on his headphones and jacked off while following someone else’s instructions.
It only took him a week of scouring the website to find his favorite creator, his username was “TongueTied” he had an accent and his raspy voice was enough to make Kiyoomi’s pants fit a little bit tighter. He did live sessions sometimes, those were Kiyoomi’s favorite, and sometimes he also uploaded audios of him just jacking off. Kiyoomi loved listening to those, only having sounds and no visuals gave him space to fantasize.
Kiyoomi’s favorite thing about this creator though was the fact that some of his sessions were really… adventurous, to say the least. Thanks to him Kiyoomi discovered he was into a lot of stuff he had never tried before. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his voice sounded familiar though. Ultimately he just let it go, he was probably just imagining things.
Six months later Kiyoomi stepped foot into the MSBY gym for the first time and that’s when everything clicked.
“Lookin’ good Omi-omi,” Miya Atsumu said as a greeting and Kiyoomi was torn between wanting to drop to his knees right then and there and wanting to run away as far as he could and never come back.
Miya’s voice had changed. Of course it had, it was one of the most common effects of puberty after all.
He didn’t sound the same as he did back in highschool, Kiyoomi had been jerking off to Miya’s voice and instructions for months. Not only that, Kiyoomi was practically addicted to his voice right now; he had conditioned himself to get hard on command whenever he heard that voice.
And well, practice was definitely going to be significantly harder considering that fact. “Hey Miya, I see you finally discovered the existence of toner,” he murmured, trying to act normal.
Atsumu just laughed at him. “Oh my, lovely as ever Omi-kun,” he bit back and his voice somehow scratched the deepest parts of Kiyoomi’s brain, he needed to get away from him as fast as possible.
Somehow he managed to survive his first day of practice, he ran to the bathroom as soon it was over though, desperate to do something about the ache between his legs. If someone noticed he was half-hard in his pants throughout the whole practice session they thankfully decided not to bring it up.
Two things happened after that:
1. Kiyoomi found himself obeying Atsumu’s commands during practice with no hesitation the way a dog obeyed his owner.
2. Excusing himself out of practice/team hangouts to rub a quick one out in the bathroom became a regular thing.
Fucking Miya Atsumu.
Of course, things changed after that. The person whispering into Kiyoomi’s ear was no longer a stranger, it was Miya Atsumu; Miya Atsumu telling him how to stroke his cock, how to fuck himself with his favorite dildos, how to ride his pillow. Miya Atsumu reducing him into a whimpering, overstimulated, sobbing mess.
Kiyoomi found it impossible to dissociate the voice from the person, which, made sense. He also found it impossible to stop listening to his audios.
Was looking at Atsumu in the eye each morning hard? Yes, but oh god was it worth it. He felt filthy, keeping this little secret, jerking off to his teammate’s voice. It just drove him insane; every time he rode his pillow he pictured Miya’s stupidly thick thighs under him, every time he thrust into his fleshlight he saw Atsumu’s hand circling his cock instead.
“Yer so obedient now Omi-kun,” Atsumu teased him once as they were getting changed after practice. “Ya were a fuckin’ brat back in high school.”
“I changed,” Kiyoomi answered dryly before storming off from the locker room. The one thing that had changed was the fact that Atsumu now controlled his orgasms.
Kiyoomi moved into the MSBY shared house a month into playing for the team, Meian showed him to his room and of-fucking-course, Atsumu’s room was right next to his’. He would be lying if he said the prospect of Atsumu hearing him moaning his name as he came didn’t make his dick twitch in his pants though; Miya Atsumu had officially ruined him.
His first week living there was so fucking busy he didn’t even get time to jerk off so on Friday he was completely pent-up and ready to spend the whole night in the company of his favorite toys. The team had organized a dinner to welcome him into the house but Kiyoomi could barely eat a thing, he was already half hard in his pants just from the anticipation, his knee bouncing nonstop.
The minute everybody was done eating he excused himself to his room. “Ya alright, Omi-kun?” Atsumu asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah, it’s just,” Kiyoomi mumbled. “Stomach ache,” he added, turning around and retreating to his room, quickly closing his door and grabbing his AirPods.
He was fucking desperate; he stripped himself off his pants and shirt, leaving only his boxers on, as he rapidly scrolled through Atsumu’s page on the website looking for an audio he hadn’t already listened to. There was a new one, he didn’t even bother with reading the tags before lying on his bed and pressing play, he was willing to try everything at least once if Miya Atsumu told him to.
“Hey there, welcome,” Atsumu rasped into his ear, his voice sounded deeper in his recordings, sultrier. “Glad to see ya here tonight, have ya been thinkin’ of me?” he asked and Kiyoomi found himself nodding.
Atsumu chuckled. “Good, you’ve been on my mind too,” he whispered, making Kiyoomi’s dick twitch. “Okay, all you’ll need for today is yer favorite vibrating dildo, some lube and also keep a pillow nearby, ya know I love to see ya ride it. Go get yer stuff, I’ll wait for ya here.”
Kiyoomi leaped off his bed and ran to his closet where he had his box full of toys. He grabbed his favorite one, just as Atsumu told him; a black, sleek, mid-size, remote-controlled dildo with a curved tip. He also grabbed the extra pillow he kept for, well, humping and then laid back on his bed.
“Are ya ready?” Atsumu asked and Kiyoomi nodded. “Okay, today you’ll be at my mercy, you’ll follow my instructions and you’ll only come when I tell ya to, understood?”
“Yes,” Kiyoomi whispered, shivering with anticipation.
Atsumu laughed dryly. “Good,” he murmured. “I want ya to start by lightly running yer index and middle finger over yer bottom lip.”
Kiyoomi did as he was told, picturing Atsumu teasing his bottom lip instead. “Now start licking them, just the tips,” Atsumu whispered and after a few seconds he spoke again. “Bring them into yer mouth, I know how much ya love havin’ yer mouth stuffed.”
Kiyoomi swallowed his own fingers down to the knuckles, running his tongue all over them and getting them nice and wet. “Beautiful,” Atsumu whispered, making Kiyoomi’s hips twitch. “Yer doin’ so well.”
He was already completely hard in his underwear. “Yer lips look so pretty stretched around yer fingers doll ,” Atsumu said, making Kiyoomi moan around his own fingers. “Are they nice and wet? Good, now pull them out.”
Kiyoomi released them with a loud pop. “I want ya to start lightly drawing circles on yer nipples, get them both nice and hard for me, wouldja,” Atsumu commanded.
Kiyoomi had pretty sensitive nipples, he swallowed a gasp as he followed Atsumu’s instructions. He pulled and twisted, pinched and rubbed; once he got both nipples all nice and perky, Atsumu spoke again. “God, ya already look like a mess and we haven’t even started yet, so fucking desperate for me baby,” he said, making Kiyoomi whimper pathetically. “Start twisting yer right nipple, roll it between yer fingers.”
“Good, are ya picturing my hands on ya baby? My tongue even?” Kiyoomi nodded. “That’s good, yer bein’ so good right now, love watchin’ ya play with yer tits.”
Kiyoomi’s nipples were already red and puffy, his cock was straining against his underwear, a dark spot of precum stained the front of them. “As ya keep twisting yer other nipple I want ya to slowly drag yer free hand down, do ya feel that in yer belly?”
“Shit, yeah,” Kiyoomi mumbled.
“Good, now drag one finger along your length, just one.”
Kiyoomi slowly traced the outline of his cock with his middle finger, gasping and throwing his head back. He was already so desperate and he hadn’t even taken his underwear off yet. He wanted to thrust his hips up, wanted to fist his cock and jerk himself off to completion.
But he didn’t. He didn’t because he was obedient, because Miya Atsumu was the one in control now.
"Take off yer underwear doll," Atsumu whispered, Kiyoomi let his cock spring free, wincing as it slapped against his abdomen. “Stop playin’ with yer tits and come over here, c’mon, sit on my thigh.”
Kiyoomi groaned as he did what he was told. He wanted to come; he hadn’t come in days, hadn’t even touched himself in days and now he was panting over the lightest touches. Atsumu was breathing heavily into his ear now, Kiyoomi pictured him bucking into his own fist as he watched him touch himself.
He straddled his pillow and pictured Atsumu’s big, muscular thigh pressed against his cock instead. He loved it when reality and fiction started merging together— when Atsumu stopped telling him to fuck himself and started talking about how pretty he looked being split open by his cock.
“Yeah that’s nice, you’ll be doin’ all the work tonight,” Atsumu whispered. “Now slowly start moving yer hips forwards, yeah… that friction feels nice on yer needy cock right?”
Kiyoomi nodded as he slowly started rutting against his pillow. His mouth hung wide open, letting out every little sound he made. And he was close, so so close. At some point Atsumu had instructed him to suck on his fingers again, Kiyoomi moaned against them. His bed creaked as he desperately ground forward.
“Ya look so pretty like this, getting yerself off on my thigh,” Atsumu whispered into his ear, making Kiyoomi move his hips a bit faster. “Look like a fucking bitch in heat,” Kiyoomi sobbed, his words made his eyes roll to the back of his head. His muscles tensed as he neared his climax, he felt it building in his stomach.
And then. “Hips up,” Atsumu commanded, ruining his orgasm.
Kiyoomi swallowed a sob as he physically stopped himself from coming by squeezing the base of his dick. He went up on his knees as Atsumu told him; his thighs shook, both from his ruined orgasm and also because of the position he was in right now. He groaned, hips bucking up uselessly.
“Ya didn’t think this would be over that quickly, didn’t ya?” Atsumu mocked him. “I want ya to stay up on yer knees, take yer fingers off yer mouth and use them to spread yerself open.”
Kiyoomi’s whole body shivered, swallowing a whimper before dragging his hand down. He spread his cheeks with one hand and then teased his rim before pressing in both fingers at once, moaning in both pleasure and pain. He loved a challenge though, so even though it hurt he kept going until he was knuckle deep in his hole.
“Very good,” Atsumu whispered. “Start fuckin’ yourself with your fingers, spread yerself open for me.”
He started scissoring his fingers, loosening himself up. “Ya can sit back down on my lap now,” Atsumu said and Kiyoomi quickly obeyed, his thighs shook from the over-exertion. The minute his cock came back in contact with his pillow Kiyoomi shivered, it felt so fucking good.
Kiyoomi moaned loudly as his hips ground down to meet his hand. His cock was sandwiched between his stomach and the pillow which was now wet and slippery with precum, he was so hard it ached. Atsumu told him to curl his fingers, Kiyoomi pressed them against his prostate with ease. “Oh shit,” Kiyoomi whimpered, bringing a hand up to muffle his noises. “Fuck, Atsumu.”
“Good, are ya all loose now? All ready for my big cock?” Atsumu asked. “Okay, take them out now.”
Kiyoomi did, whimpering at the emptiness. His hole fluttered against nothing, begging to be filled again. “I want ya to get yer dildo ready, bring it up to that pretty mouth of yers.”
He wasn’t the best at sucking cock, his mouth was too small and his jaw always got tired after the first two minutes but if Atsumu asked him to, he’d drop to his knees without giving it a second thought. So he grabbed his toy and brought it up to his lips, kitty-licking the tip before swallowing as much as he could.
“Ya look fuckin’ filthy like that doll,” Atsumu whispered, making Kiyoomi groan around the dildo, he loved when Atsumu used pet names. “Keep yer tongue flat and breathe in through yer nose, just like that.”
The toy hit the back of his throat, making him gag. He pulled it out before sinking back in, getting it all nice and wet. “That’s perfect,” Atsumu whispered. “Want ya to coat it in lube and then lift yer ass up for me, face down ass up darlin’.”
Kiyoomi sobbed from humiliation as he repositioned himself on his bed to follow Atsumu’s instructions. “Now start teasin’ yer greedy hole,” he murmured and Kiyoomi started rubbing the tip of his dildo against his hole, the lube felt freezing cold against his warm body. “I want ya to take it all in one go baby, I know ya can do that for me, you were made for my cock.”
Kiyoomi cried out as he buried the dildo deep into his ass; the curved tip rested right against his prostate, making his knees buckle and his cock weep. “Yeah, just like that baby, start moving it slowly.”
He grabbed the base of the dildo and tentatively pulled it out, feeling his walls clench around it before slowly pushing it back in. Kiyoomi repeated the motion a few times, letting out little whimpers every time the tip of the toy hit his prostate just right.
Atsumu rasped into his ear, making him shiver. “Ya got the remote near you? Turn it on, wouldja?”
“Oh fuck, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi whined as the dildo started slowly vibrating against his prostate. “Shit.”
“Feel good doll? Bet ya wish that was my cock splittin’ ya open instead,” Atsumu whispered into his ear with a breathy laugh.
“Shit, yeah Atsumu, want your cock so bad,” he cried out, his hips twitching unconsciously.
“God, I bet you’d be clenchin’ around me, tryna milk me dry.”
“Hngg— Atsumu, ‘Tsumu.”
If he hadn’t been wearing his AirPods then maybe he would’ve heard someone knock on his door, maybe he would’ve heard his door being opened too, but he was too lost in the fantasy to notice the minute Atsumu walked into his room.
“Faster,” Atsumu whispered into his ear and Kiyoomi dialed the vibrator up to medium. “Want ya to fuck yerself with it until yer begging for release.”
Kiyoomi whimpered as he started thrusting the dildo faster into his hole. “Wanna come, pleasepleaseplease ‘Tsumu, let me– ah, let me come fuck,” he cried out.
“Turn the speed into high,” Atsumu whispered and Kiyoomi did as he was told, collapsing into the bed as he kept abusing his own hole.
“Ah– shit, fuck please,” he sobbed.
“Hold it for ten more seconds, I’ll count,” Atsumu whispered as Kiyoomi squirmed on his bed. His pillow was damp with drool and tears
Atsumu started counting down and Kiyoomi moaned in anticipation, he was at his limit. And then his phone went quiet, Atsumu stopped counting down, a sob wracked Kiyoomi’s body as he turned his head in confusion to grab his phone.
Except the real Atsumu was standing there, holding his phone in his right hand and looking down at him with fucking lust in his eyes and his cock visibly hard in his grey sweatpants, Kiyoomi had been caught, a shudder went down his spine.
He himself looked completely debauched; his hair was sticking to his forehead, his lips were bitten red, his pupils were blown and his cock hung between his legs, precum dripping on the bed. There were dried tear tracks on his cheeks too.
His eyes widened in realization. “Atsumu,” he whispered, his whole body shuddering due to the vibrator still abusing his prostate.
“Keep going,” Atsumu said as he sat on the bed next to Kiyoomi.
“I— hngg, I can’t,” Kiyoomi sobbed, his hips moving unconsciously.
“Can’t get off without someone tellin’ ya how to do it? That’s a bit pathetic isn’t it?” Kiyoomi whimpered as he tentatively ground his cock against the sheets, moaning Atsumu’s name again. “Keep fucking yerself for me darlin’,” he commanded.
His knees collapsed under him as he cried out Atsumu’s name. A string of incoherencies left his mouth along with a thousand “pleases”. His cock was rubbing against the sheets now and he was torn between wanting to pull away or bury himself deeper into them.
“God yer a mess Kiyoomi,” Atsumu whispered, and oh god, hearing him say his name like that made Kiyoomi’s cock twitch.
“Pleasepleaseplease let me– ah, let me come,” Kiyoomi cried out as he squirmed against the bed.
“You’ve been holding it for way too long haven’t ya? Come for me baby, ya can let go now,” Atsumu whispered and the second he said those words Kiyoomi was gone, he buried himself into the sheets and came with a groan, hips twitching in overstimulation as the vibrator kept abusing his prostate.
“Fuck,” he cried as he tried to push himself away from the sheets. “Turn it off please, please,” he mumbled.
Atsumu chuckled. “But ya look so pretty like this,” he said as he dragged his fingertips down Kiyoomi’s spine, making him shiver.
“Please, ‘Tsumu,” Kiyoomi cried, his whole body shaking. He let out a sob in relief the minute the vibrations stopped. “Thank you,” he mumbled.
And then he felt Atsumu’s hand come down to grip the base of the dildo. “Get up Kiyoomi, we’re not done yet,” Atsumu said as he pulled on the dildo, making Kiyoomi whimper. “Ya hafta take responsibility now, moaning my name like a whore, getting off on my voice? Yer fuckin’ shameless Kiyoomi, get up,” he repeated, pulling until just the tip of the dildo was inside Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, his face contorting into a grimace when Atsumu removed the dildo completely. There were dried tear tracks on his face, dried drool on the side of his mouth too. “Can I touch ya, Kiyoomi?” Atsumu asked and Kiyoomi nodded.
Atsumu brought his hands up to Kiyoomi’s face, dropping the vibrator on the bed and cleaning his face with his thumbs. “‘Tsumu,” Kiyoomi sighed dazedly. When Atsumu’s thumb dragged along his bottom lip, Kiyoomi opened his mouth, nibbling on Atsumu’s finger. “More,” he mumbled around his finger. “More.”
Atsumu grabbed his face forcefully, squeezing his cheeks. “If ya want more then be a good boy for me, yeah?” he whispered, pressing his thumb on Kiyoomi’s tongue. “Only good boys get a reward,” he added and Kiyoomi nodded, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. “God I’m gonna ruin ya, Kiyoomi, have been dreamin’ about fuckin’ that pretty mouth of yers for so long.”
Kiyoomi whimpered as he sat back on his knees, squeezing his thighs together. He wanted this so bad it almost scared him, it was just primal, raw desire. He wanted to be good for Atsumu, he craved the praise, so he got up on shaky knees, got off the bed and kneeled by his bedside, looking up at Atsumu.
“Jesus fucking christ, Kiyoomi,” Atsumu cursed as he sat on the edge of the bed. His sweatpants were tenting, Kiyoomi’s mouth watered. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, placing his hand on Kiyoomi’s cheek.
Kiyoomi’s cock twitched in interest. “Want your cock,” he mumbled as he leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek against Atsumu’s groin, making him hiss.
“‘s yers if ya want it doll,” Atsumu said, pushing on Kiyoomi’s head so his cheek was pressing against his hard cock. “C’mon, put that mouth to good use,” he added, making Kiyoomi’s lower belly flare up. He wanted it like this, wanted to be talked through it.
Kiyoomi started by pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along Atsumu’s clothed length. Every time Atsumu hissed above him a shiver ran down Kiyoomi’s spine. He had been getting off to his moans, to his words for months and now he had him right here and he was the one getting him all worked up like that.
There was already a wet spot on the front of his sweatpants, Kiyoomi sucked on Atsumu’s tip, dampening the fabric even more with his drool. The heady scent made his head spin; Atsumu smelled like sweat and sex, it was filthy, it should’ve made his skin crawl but instead, it only made him want it more.
“Stop teasing darlin’,” Atsumu mumbled, tightening his grip on Kiyoomi’s curls and pulling hard, making Kiyoomi whimper. “Why don’t ya get rid of these,” he suggested, pulling on his own pants.
Kiyoomi hooked his thumbs on Atsumu’s waistband, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock which slapped obscenely against his stomach. He was big, bigger than Kiyoomi and bigger than the dildo he had stuffed up his ass a few minutes ago. “Like what ya see?” Atsumu teased, grabbing his own cock and lightly slapping Kiyoomi’s cheek with it.
It was humiliating, Kiyoomi fucking loved it. He leaned forward, kitty-licking the tip a few times before Atsumu pulled him away by the hair. “Open yer mouth,” he commanded and Kiyoomi immediately did as he was told, sticking his tongue out for good measure.
Atsumu let out a chuckle, seeing Kiyoomi like this, being all pliant and obedient was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. He hooked his thumb on Kiyoomi’s cheek, forcing his mouth open. “Listen to me, if ya need to tap out, if it’s too much then I want ya to tap on my thigh three times, understand?” he asked and Kiyoomi nodded. “Use yer words, Kiyoomi.”
“I understand,” he mumbled, words slurred due to Atsumu’s thumb forcing his mouth open.
“Okay,” Atsumu whispered before guiding his cock into Kiyoomi’s mouth.
It felt heavy on Kiyoomi’s tongue, the feeling alone was enough to make him moan. Atsumu let him get used to it first; Kiyoomi lapped at the beads of precum on Atsumu’s tip, flicking at the head with his tongue and then pressed into the slit. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, making Atsumu hiss above him.
Atsumu pulled him away from his cock. “Relax yer throat,” he said, before slowly thrusting into Kiyoomi’s mouth, groaning as he did.
His fucking throat burnt, Atsumu was way too big. Kiyoomi had to try his best not to gag the minute his cock hit the back of his throat. “Ya feel so good Kiyoomi,” he whispered. “Now stay still.”
And then he pulled away before slamming back in, making Kiyoomi choke.“No one ever use ya like this before?” Atsumu asked as he chuckled, pulling on Kiyoomi’s hair. “Told ya I was gonna ruin ya, didn’t I?”
He repeated the motion; pull back, thrust back in. Kiyoomi’s throat constricted around his cock as it tried to get used to the feeling. Atsumu rolled his hips slowly, Kiyoomi could tell he was still being careful, a part of him wished he would just completely let go. His eyes were glued to Atsumu’s face, he watched the way his brows furrowed whenever he pulled away, watched the way his jaw clenched too.
And then he started losing his composure.
His thrusts got harsher and deeper too, almost as if he were trying to carve a space for himself inside Kiyoomi’s throat. He pulled on his hair, making Kiyoomi moan lewdly around his cock. “Shit, ah–look at ya just taking it,” Atsumu almost growled.
The lack of oxygen made Kiyoomi feel dazed, tears streamed down his face as Atsumu kept fucking into his mouth, his chin was wet with drool too. Atsumu was gripping his head with both hands now, practically using him as a fleshlight and paying no mind to Kiyoomi’s gags and sobs. He knew what to do if he wanted to tap out.
Kiyoomi brought his arms up to the back of Atsumu’s thighs, bracing himself as he tried his best to keep breathing. He looked up at Atsumu; his chest was flushed and his hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead. Atsumu buried himself to the hilt and bucked his hips a few times, making Kiyoomi gag. “‘m close, Kiyoomi,” he mumbled as a warning and Kiyoomi sobbed around his length.
He pulled back before harshly thrusting back one last time and then he spilled his warm load down Kiyoomi’s throat with a groan. Atsumu held Kiyoomi’s head in place until he stopped spurting. “Shit,” he mumbled as he pulled away slowly, not releasing his grip on Kiyoomi’s hair. “Swallow,” Atsumu commanded and Kiyoomi obeyed, showing Atsumu his tongue. “God, c’mere,” he said while patting his legs.
Kiyoomi climbed into Atsumu’s lap, hissing the minute his cock pressed against Atsumu stomach. Atsumu brought his thumbs up to Kiyoomi’s face, wiping at his tears. “Ya did so well,” he whispered, lightly tracing his fingertips up and down Kiyoomi’s spine, making him shiver on his lap.
He surged forward, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek before flicking Kiyoomi’s top lip with his tongue. And then he claimed his mouth, fucking it with his tongue this time. Kiyoomi was too far gone to kiss him properly; it was messy and uncoordinated, tongue sliding against tongue. He gasped the minute he felt Atsumu nibbling on his bottom lip, his hips unconsciously ground forward, he was still painfully hard, and Atsumu owed him his reward.
He reached between their bodies to grab Atsumu’s cock, tugging on it lightly and feeling it grow on his hand. Atsumu panted against his mouth. “Eager, aren’t we?”
“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” Kiyoomi rasped, grounding his hips.
Atsumu chuckled. “Yeah,” he mumbled as he bent down to press a few open-mouthed kisses down Kiyoomi’s neck. “Keep doing that,” he commanded as Kiyoomi twisted his wrist.
“C’mon Miya,” Kiyoomi begged. “Want your cock.”
Atsumu grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks with one hand, the other tightened around his waist. “C’mon sweetheart, ya were moanin’ my name like a whore a few minutes ago,” Atsumu cooed. “Try again.”
Kiyoomi squirmed as Atsumu grabbed his ass. “Atsumu,” he groaned. Atsumu pushed two fingers into his hole. “Ah– Atsumu, please.”
“Please what?” he asked as he curled his fingers.
Kiyoomi let go of Atsumu’s dick to wrap his arms around his back. “Your cock, want you–shit, want you inside.”
Atsumu slapped his half hard-cock against Kiyoomi’s weeping one. “Get me hard and then I’m all yers,” he mumbled against Kiyoomi’s lips.
Kiyoomi ground his hips forward, hissing as his cock rubbed against Atsumu’s. He reached between their bodies, quickly jerking Atsumu off, feeling his cock fill up in his hand until he was at full mast. “Where’s yer lube, Omi?” Atsumu asked as Kiyoomi panted against his neck.
“On the bed,” Kiyoomi murmured, feeling Atsumu reach behind him.
“Condom?”
“Shit,” Kiyoomi cursed, leaning into Atsumu so their foreheads were pressed together. “I don’t have any.”
“Got tested two weeks ago, ‘m clean.”
Kiyoomi ground his hips forward. “Me too,” he whispered. “Want you to fill me up.”
Atsumu grabbed his ass, spreading his cheeks with both hands before spanking him harshly, making Kiyoomi whimper. His nails left moon-shaped indents on Atsumu’s back. “Want my cum?” Atsumu asked and Kiyoomi nodded, hips twitching unconsciously. “Then ride me,” he said, letting go of Kiyoomi’s ass and resting his hands on the bed.
Kiyoomi whined, his legs hurt and he was fucking exhausted but he wanted this more than anything so he squirted some lube onto Atsumu’s cock, making him hiss because of the cold, before lifting himself onto his knees. And then he reached behind him, keeping Atsumu’s cock steady as he slowly sank into it.
The stretch felt heavenly, the burn made his head spin. He wasn’t going to last like this, not with Atsumu’s cock filling him up perfectly. “Ah shit, ‘s too big,” Kiyoomi mumbled the minute Atsumu was sheathed to the hilt.
He looked down, almost expecting to see the tip of Atsumu’s cock poking through his belly, and then he tentatively ground his hips forward, moaning obscenely. “C’mon baby,” Atsumu encouraged him, lightly slapping his ass.
Kiyoomi braced himself on Atsumu’s shoulders before lifting his hips and then dropping back down, taking Atsumu’s cock in one go. “God,” he mumbled, head thrown back in pleasure and mouth wide open, letting out every little sound. He got a rhythm going, his thighs shook as he desperately bounced on Atsumu’s lap, selfishly chasing his own release.
Atsumu groaned below him as he mumbled little words of praise. “Yer—hngg, yer so fucking tight, Kiyoomi,” he said, bucking his hips up just as Kiyoomi sat back down, hitting his prostate and making him whine.
Wanton moans left Kiyoomi’s mouth as he chased his release. Atsumu grabbed his ass, squeezing it hard enough to bruise and spreading his cheeks as he sat there and watched Kiyoomi use him like a fuck toy, his cock slapping against his stomach with every bounce.
“Ah–yes, yes,” Kiyoomi moaned as his mouth curved into a smile, he was so close, he felt so good. “Yes Atsumu fuck, love your cock.” He was so lost in his own pleasure he felt his consciousness slipping away, he was completely fucked out of his mind.
“Shit, yer greedy hole’s sucking me in,” Atsumu commented, leaning forward to press his lips against Kiyoomi’s bare and sweaty chest. “D’ya feel good Kiyoomi? The real thing feels much better right?”
Kiyoomi nodded. “Good, ah–so good.”
“Why dontcha touch yerself Kiyoomi?” Atsumu asked, pressing his thumb into Kiyoomi’s slit. “Yer cock’s practically begging for release.”
Kiyoomi obeyed as he always did, fisting his cock and locking gazes with Atsumu. Four pumps were all he needed to tip over the edge; he tightened around Atsumu’s cock as he spilled all over his fist and Atsumu’s chest, a myriad of “Atsumus” and “yeses” leaving his mouth. He felt weightless and sated.
And then Atsumu wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him up, throwing him onto to bed so he was lying on his belly. “My turn,” he whispered as he grabbed Kiyoomi’s hips, pulling him up so he was lying face down ass up.
“Wait–” Kiyoomi started saying right before Atsumu sheathed himself to the hilt in one swift motion, groaning as he felt Kiyoomi’s walls squeeze his cock.
Kiyoomi let out a loud whine. “‘s too much,” he cried, trying to get away from Atsumu.
“C’mon baby,” Atsumu cooed as he thrust harshly into Kiyoomi’s wet heat, slapping his ass for good measure. “I know ya can give me one more.”
“Ah–can’t, I can’t,” Kiyoomi sobbed but his hips bucked backward, meeting Atsumu’s thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. And then Atsumu placed his hand on Kiyoomi’s stomach, accidentally pressing into his bladder.
Kiyoomi hadn’t taken a piss since before dinner.
“Wait, n–not there,” he cried out, trying to pull Atsumu’s hand away. “Fuck, hnggg–Atsumu, ‘s gonna come out,” Kiyoomi babbled as Atsumu kept thrusting with abandon, making the whole bed shake.
“Ya gonna come again, baby?” Atsumu asked, breathing heavily into Kiyoomi’s ear.
“Not–not that,” Kiyoomi mumbled, leaking a bit. “‘Tsumu stop, I needa–”
Atsumu pressed harder. “D’ya trust me, Kiyoomi?” he whispered into his ear, fucking him with shallow thrusts.
Kiyoomi whined, pressing his face into his perfectly white sheets. “Yes,” he sobbed.
“Yes what, Omi?” Atsumu asked, kissing his neck and pressing harder onto his stomach.
“Hng– I trust you, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi managed to cry out.
And then Atsumu pulled out completely before slamming back into Kiyoomi. “Then just let go.”
Kiyoomi had conditioned himself to obey Atsumu the way a dog obeyed his owner so, of course, he did as he was told. He moaned with relief the minute he let go completely, melting into the bed as shivers wracked through his body. Atsumu kept pounding into him as Kiyoomi pissed himself, whispering little words of praise as he abused his hole.
The acrid smell filled the room but Kiyoomi couldn’t bring himself to feel any disgust. Atsumu’s dick twitched inside of him. “This turn you on?” Kiyoomi asked as the last drops spurted from his half-hard cock. “That’s fuckin’ disgusting,” he spat out as he pushed his hips back into Atsumu’s cock.
“ You turn me on,” Atsumu said. “Yer a fucking treat Kiyoomi,” he added, grabbing Kiyoomi’s cock and stroking it as he kept fucking into his hole. “Who would’ve thought the prim and proper Sakusa Kiyoomi liked to be this messy.”
“Ah–you did this to me,” Kiyoomi mumbled while turning his face to the side so he could stare at Atsumu.
Atsumu smirked, pulling Kiyoomi closer by the hips. “I ruined ya, Kiyoomi?” he asked, slapping his ass and feeling Kiyoomi’s walls twitch around his cock.
“Y-yeah,” Kiyoomi moaned.
“Good,” Atsumu said before pounding into him with abandon, chasing his release.
“Yeahyeahyeah,” Kiyoomi mumbled, eyes rolling to the back of his head in a state of pure bliss.
“Want me to fill ya up doll?”
“Please, pleaseplease,” Kiyoomi babbled as his hands sought purchase on the sheets.
Atsumu’s hips thrust erratically a couple of times before finally spilling his seed deep into Kiyoomi’s hole with a groan. The warm feeling made Kiyoomi moan as he squirmed against the sheets; he came a few seconds later, his cock spurting a few drops of cum straight into Atsumu’s hand.
Atsumu pulled out, pressing his thumb into Kiyoomi’s overstimulated hole and making him whine before collapsing right next to Kiyoomi. “Ya okay?” he asked, pushing Kiyoomi’s sweaty hair away from his forehead.
Kiyoomi nodded, leaning into Atsumu’s touch. “Feel fucking disgusting though,” he mumbled, his thighs still shaking.
“Gimme a minute and I’ll clean ya up.”
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, catching their breaths and recovering. Atsumu then made his way into Kiyoomi’s bathroom and got the bath started for him before grabbing a towel and quickly cleaning him up.
“Want me to carry ya to the bathroom?” he asked teasingly but Kiyoomi nodded so Atsumu lifted him up bridal style and gently set him down in the bath, hearing Kiyoomi sigh.
He cleaned up too and then grabbed Kiyoomi’s dirty sheets, quickly tossing them into the laundry before going down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi asked him to stay by his side as he bathed, Atsumu quickly complied, kneeling down by the side of the bathtub. “So, my voice huh?” Atsumu whispered.
Kiyoomi felt his cheeks warming up. “Shut up, ‘s embarrassing.”
“It's fucking hot,” Atsumu said. “Have ya been into that for long? Guided masturbation I mean.”
Kiyoomi shook his head. “It was my therapist’s suggestion.”
“Yer therapist… told ya to try jerking off to someone else’s instructions?”
Kiyoomi snorted. “I’ve got trouble giving up control so she told me that trying to give it up in a simulated situation could make me get used to the feeling.”
“I see, and did it work?”
“What do you think?” Kiyoomi asked sarcastically while locking eyes with him, a couple of minutes ago he had been completely pliant in Atsumu’s arms.
Atsumu smiled. “Glad I could be of help,” he mumbled. “I could stick around if ya want me to, y’know… keep helpin’.”
“You're fucking ridiculous,” Kiyoomi said, splashing some water onto Atsumu’s face.
“‘s that a yes?” Atsumu asked.
“Maybe…” Kiyoomi mumbled, it was definitely a yes. “You’ll have to lend me your bed tonight, need to get a fucking new mattress and shit.”
“Just say ya wanna cuddle Omi-kun,” Atsumu teased. Kiyoomi just tangled his wet fingers through Atsumu’s hair and pulled him into a deep kiss, effectively shutting him up.
“It’s been a while Kiyoomi, I take it things have been going okay?”
“Yeah, pretty good actually.”
“I see, did you ever get around to trying what I suggested on our last session?”
Kiyoomi coughed. He could only pray his cheeks weren’t as red as he thought they were. “Yeah, yeah I did.”
“Good! Wanna tell me about it?” his therapist asked.
“I think I’d rather keep that to myself.”