Arxon

“Looks like it’s time for someone to get Atsumu home,” Meian chuckled, looking over to where Atsumu was dancing quite explicitly with a very drunk Bokuto.

Akaashi snorted, “I say leave him. At least he’s keeping Koutarou entertained.”

Kiyoomi sighed deeply, “I got him.”

“Omi! Dance with me, “ Atsumu shouted when Kiyoomi got close.

“It’s time to go home Atsumu. Party’s over.”

“No it’s not!” Bokuto shouted, “It’s my place Sakusa san, the party’s all night!”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and tugged Atsumu towards him, “C’mon Atsumu, walk with me.”

Atsumu pouted but detangled himself from Bokuto’s arms so that he could follow Kiyoomi out of the apartment.

Once they were outside Kiyoomi wrapped an arm around Atsumu’s waist to stop him from stumbling, “Alright, tell me where your apartment is so I can get you home.”

Atsumu hummed and leaned against Kiyoomi, “Or we could go to yours.”

Kiyoomi resisted the urge to look at Atsumu’s lips, to fall deeper into his arms. Atsumu was drunk, “Not tonight Atsumu. You need to go home and sleep off the liquor.”

Atsumu sighed and rested his head on Kiyoomi’s shoulder, “Can’t go home yet. Gotta sober up first.”

“Why? You live alone?”

Atsumu stayed quiet for a while and then he looked up at Kiyoomi, “Yer my best friend ya know?”

Kiyoomi blushed, “Hm. You’re mine too Atsumu.” Atsumu’s smile softened and he wrapped his arms around Kiyoomi, pulling him into a hug.

“What are you doing?”

“M’ drunk Omi. Yer so warm. Jus hold me for a bit.”

Kiyoomi sighed but let Atsumu snuggle against him, secretly loving how affectionate Arsumu got when he was drinking. He just wished Atsumu would want to be with him like this all the time.

“Atsumu. I should take you home,” Kiyoomi murmured after long minutes of them just holding each other.

If Kiyoomi didn’t get Atsumu home soon he would do something crazy like try to kiss him and that was not a good idea.

“I feel nauseous Omi.”

Kiyoomi sighed, “Are you going to be sick? Please don’t do it on me.”

Atsumu pulled away from Kiyoomi’s arms and squawked, “I would never Omi.”

Kiyoomi snorted, “C’mon tell me where you live.”

Atsumu stayed silent and when Kiyoomi glanced over he was swaying, he looked concerned, or like he might cry.

“Atsumu.”

Atsumu blinked out of his thoughts and looked to Kiyoomi. He sighed, like he was giving up, “M’ three blocks down to the right.”

Kiyoomi raised a brow, “Okay. Let’s go.”

“I can go on my own Omi. Ya don’t gotta walk me there. I’ll be alright.”

Kiyoomi frowned, “I want to Atsumu. You’re still drunk. Let me walk you home.”

Kiyoomi could tell Atsumu was still resisting, but he didn’t say anything when Kiyoomi wrapped an arm around him and started walking towards his complex.

-

“Is this it?” Kiyoomi asked as they came up to a nice looking apartment complex.

“Yep. M’ 4032. Night Omi!” Atsumu said quickly and then he was pulling away, trying to get /away/.

Kiyoomi frowned and yanked at Atsumu’s arm, “Hey. What’s your deal?”

Atsumu feigned innocence, “What do ya mean?”

Kiyoomi pouted, feeling hurt, “Why don’t you want me to walk you up? You don’t trust me or something?”

Atsumu paused and looked at his feet, “Course I trust ya Omi. I just said yer my best friend didn’t I?”

“Then why won’t you look at me? Why won’t you let me walk you to your room?”

Atsumu chuckled nervously, “I’m really fine now Omi. Completely sober.”

Kiyoomi glared. That was bullshit. Atsumu’s eyes were hazy and he was swaying where he stood, “You could hurt yourself. You could choke on your own vomit and die Atsumu.”

Atsumu laughed suddenly, “That’s a morbid thought.”

Kiyoomi felt himself pout further. It was hurtful, that there was something that Atsumu wouldn’t trust him with. He had felt irked by the fact that he had never been to Atsumu’s place before but he figured it was just a coincidence. Now it was clear that Atsumu was /not/ interested in letting Kiyoomi come inside. What did that even mean? Were they really not friends at all?

“Don’t pout like that Omi. Yer makin me sad,” Atsumu frowned. He stepped into Kiyoomi’s space and tipped his chin up, “Samu’s there alright? He’ll take care of me if I get sick or anything like that. I’ll be okay Omi.”

Atsumu really didn’t want Kiyoomi in his apartment. That was more painful than Kiyoomi could admit. Especially because Kiyoomi had already let Atsumu infiltrate every part of his life, and his heart. That clearly wasn’t reciprocated.

“Omi. Would ya look at me? Why do ya look like you’re gonna cry?”

Kiyoomi felt himself pouting like a little kid, he pulled his face out of Atsumu’s grasp, “Because /I/ want to Atsumu.”

Atsumu blinked in shock, “What?”

“I want to take care of you,” Kiyoomi muttered. God he felt like an idiot. Why did he just say that? Maybe Atsumu was drunk enough that he would forget about it.

Atsumu’s expression broke, “Omi…”

Kiyoomi squeezed his eyes shut, “Nevermind. Go die. Whatever. I’m leaving.”

“Shit. Omi. Don’t leave. Damnit. Fine. Just… Fuck. Okay. Just come upstairs with me. Talk quietly though okay? It’s late.”

Kiyoomi furrowed his brows. Since when did Atsumu care about being quiet?

Once they got up to Atsumu’s door Atsumu paused before opening it, he looked… scared.

“What-“ Kiyoomi started.

Atsumu just bit his lip and opened the door softly, dim lights were on in Atsumu’s living room and Kiyoomi instantly heard the sound of giggling coming from somewhere in the apartment.

“PaPa’s home!” A tiny voice squealed from another room. And then a tiny little boy came into view, a tired looking Osamu following him.

The little boy could only be described as adorable. Kiyoomi wasn’t even particularly fond of kids but this one was insanely cute. Maybe it was because he had the exact same hazel eyes as Atsumu, or maybe it was his little voice, or the way he sprinted up to Atsumu like he was the most important thing in the world.

Atsumu’s face lit up and he got down into a crouch, catching the boy in his arms, “Hey baby. Did ya miss me?”

The little boy looked to be about 2 years old, his smile wide as he snuggled into Atsumu, “Ya missed it PaPa. Uncle Samu gave me ice cweam!”

Atsumu chuckled and looked up at his brother, “Ice cweam huh?”

Osamu sighed, “He bit me Tsumu.”

Atsumu snorted and ruffled the boy’s hair, “It’s past yer bedtime Nao.”

Nao pouted deeply, “No Daddy. Had to wait til ya get home to sleep.”

“Hmmm. Well if I read ya one of our stories then will ya sleep?”

Before the little boy could reply he looked up at Kiyoomi, seemingly just noticing his presence. His eyes widened like saucers, “Who are you?” His voice half fear, half awe.

Atsumu stood up, picking up Nao and holding him at his hip, “Nao this is my best friend. We call him Omi. But his real name’s Kiyoomi. Say hi okay?”

Nao curled deeper against Atsumu’s chest, looking nervous, “Hi Omi…”

Kiyoomi smiled softly at Nao. He was absolutely precious, “Hi Nao. It’s nice to meet you.”

Nao’s face turned bright red and he mumbled something into Atsumu’s chest.

Atsumu grinned at Kiyoomi and looked towards Nao, “What’d ya say baby?”

“He looks like the prince in the storybook you read. Is he the prince?” Nao whispered, sounding shy.

Atsumu broke into a laugh and his smile looked so deep and genuine. Kiyoomi felt his heart squeeze.

“Now he’s not the prince in the story but he does look like him. He’s as pretty as a prince isn’t he?”

Kiyoomi blushed as Nao giggled and nodded, “PaPa’s best friend looks like a prince.”

“Yes he does,” Atsumu murmured, kissing Nao on the head, “Now can I put ya to bed so me and Omi can talk?”

“Okay…” Nao murmured, starting to look sleepy in Atsumu’s arms.

“Say goodnight to Omi then.”

Nao looked up at Kiyoomi and smiled shyly, “Good night…”

Atsumu gave Kiyoomi a wave and retreated to another room with Nao, Osamu smiled and then followed his brother.

-

It was about 20 minutes later when Atsumu and Osamu came back into the living room, Osamu hugging his brother and giving Kiyoomi a wave before leaving the apartment.

Atsumu approached and sat next to Kiyoomi on the couch, looking nervous, “So-“

“You have a son,” Kiyoomi interrupted. He needed to get it out, needed to confirm.

Atsumu swallowed, “I do.”

Kiyoomi looked at Atsumu, “That’s why you didn’t want me to come in? You didn’t want me to meet him?”

Atsumu sighed, “Course I wanted ya to meet him Omi. I just… didn’t want ya to see me differently. Or, decide ya didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.”

Kiyoomi frowned, “That would never make me not want to hang out with you Atsumu.”

“Well that’s good,” Atsumu murmured.

“He’s very sweet.”

Atsumu’s lips quirked up, “He is. He likes ya. He doesn’t normally get all shy like that ya know. He even asked if ya were gonna be here for breakfast tomorrow.”

Kiyoomi smirked, “Well that’s up to his Papa.”

Atsumu laughed and crinkled his nose, “Its weird when you say that.”

Kiyoomi chuckled, “I was just kidding.”

Atsumu hummed and picked at his nails, “I’m sure ya have questions.”

“And i’m sure you have answers.”

Atsumu snorted and rested his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes, “I’m still tipsy.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything Atsumu. If I had known- I wouldn’t have forced you to let me in your apartment. I get that it’s personal.”

Atsumu shook his head, “Yer my best friend Omi. Yer who im closest to besides Samu. I’ve been wantin to tell you. I have.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

Atsumu ran a hand through his hair and covered his face, “I figured a guy with a kid isn’t really relationship material. I didn’t want to ruin any chance I had of ya liking me.” Atsumu laughed weakly, avoiding Kiyoomi’s eyes.

“You- you like me?”

“Yeah. Course I do Omi. Always have.”

Kiyoomi swallowed, took that information in. HIs heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, “Atsumu look at me.”

Atsumu looked up into to Kiyoomi’s eyes and he looked terrified.

“Why do you look so scared? Do you really think I don’t feel the same?”

Atsumu blinked.

“I’ve been in love with you since the moment I joined MSBY Atsumu.”

Atsumu was frozen, he was staring at Kiyoomi in awe.

Kiyoomi quirked and eyebrow and nudged Atsumu’s thigh, “Get that dumb look off your face. Don’t be so surprised.”

Atsumu laughed incredulously, “Ya love me back?”

Kiyoomi snorted, “Thats what I said isn’t it?”

“Even if I have Nao? He’s not goin away. And he’s a huge responsibility. And I won’t always be free. And he takes up most of my time. And I know ya loving me isn’t ya signing up to be a dad. I wouldn’t blame ya if-“

“Atsumu. Shut up.”

Atsumu stopped and snapped his mouth shut.

Kiyoomi leaned in and kissed him softly, “I love you. I have loved you for four years. I will love you for even more i’m sure. You having Nao doesn’t change that. He might even make me love you more.”

Atsumu swallowed, “Are ya sure?”

Kiyoomi ran a hand through his hair, “I’m not. It might be hard. It might not be perfect. But i’ve loved you this long. I’m willing to try, to be whatever you need me to be.”

Atsumu pulled Kiyoomi into his arms, kissing him thoroughly, “God I love you Omi. Since high school. I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

Kiyoomi raised his brows, “Why? I was a dick. And i’m pretty sure I only spoke to you like three times.”

“Yeah but ya were so pretty. And so fucking good on the court. I wanted to set for ya so bad.”

Kiyoomi smiled, “Well look at us now.”

Atsumu giggled and kissed Kiyoomi on the jaw.

Kiyoomi hugged Atsumu tight against him, “Now tell me about Nao.”

Atsumu sighed and got comfortable against Kiyoomi, “It was a one night stand. Some girl I met at a bar. Don’t even remember her name. I never thought of it again after we hooked up. And then nine months later there was a knock at my door and little Nao was wrapped in a bundle on my doorstep. She left a note sayin she was too young, that she hoped I could take care of him. And if I couldn’t to make sure he got adopted by a good family. I think she was a coward. But when I brought Nao inside he was beautiful. So precious and innocent and I just couldn’t give em away. I called Samu hysteric, crying. I was losing it. I think Samu thought I was on drugs or something. Samu took a 3 hour train to see what the problem was and I just held Nao the entire time. He was so tiny Omi. So tiny. And I just loved him immediately. I didn’t even have a choice. He had my eyes and my nose and I just couldn’t look away from him. When Samu got here he was so shocked he looked like he might kill me. But then he met Nao and he fell in love too. And we decided together that I’d keep him. That Samu would help take care of him the best he could, help pay for the costs so that I wouldn’t have to quit volleyball. And now here I am. I love Nao more everyday. And I meant it when I said I wanted ya to meet him. I want everyone on the team to meet him. I’ve just been scared and stressed and busy and I don’t even know.”

Kiyoomi hugged Atsumu tightly, kissing Atsumu on the lips, the cheeks, the eyes, “Thank you for sharing all this with me. Nao got lucky. He has an amazing father.”

Atsumu blushed, “Ya don’t even know that yet Omi.”

“Yes I do. I know you Atsumu. And I saw you with him. That little boy loves you more than anything.”

Atsumu smiled and ducked his head, “Thank ya Omi. For being here, for listening.”

“Of course Atsumu.”

“So… do ya want to stay the night? Ya could have breakfast with us tomorrow, get to know Nao better…”

Kiyoomi smiled at Atsumu’s apprehension, “I’d love that Atsumu.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Um. Ya could sleep in my bed… Or, or if it’s too soon I can sleep on the couch and ya can take the bed. I used to have a guest room but now its Nao’s so…”

Kiyoomi grinned, pulled Atsumu into a kiss, “I’m not opposed to sharing a bed with you.”

Atsumu blushed deeply, “O-okay.”

Kiyoomi chuckled, “You’re so nervous Atsumu.”

Atsumu rubbed his neck, “I’m processing! This is a lot in one night Omi! And im still kinda drunk.”

Kiyoomi shook his head fondly, “You’re ridiculous. Now c’mon, put me to bed. You should read me a story too.”

Atsumu scowled dramatically, “I will not.”

-

PaPa can we have pancakes today?”

Kiyoomi blinked his eyes open, the sound of Nao’s little voice coming from the kitchen. Kiyoomi couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Atsumu’s soft voice as he spoke to his son, at the sound of Nao’s little giggle.

Kiyoomi stretched and got out of bed, going into Atsumu’s ensuite bathroom to freshen up and take a shower.

Before long he was walking to the kitchen, the sight of a shirtless Atsumu holing baby Nao in his arms greeting him.

The pair looked over and Atsumu smiled, “Hey Omi. Good morning.”

Nao grinned shyly and curled into Atsumu just like he had the night before, “G’morning Omi.”

Kiyoomi smiled softly, wanted to capture this moment forever, “Good morning Nao, morning Atsumu.”

“C’mon over, breakfast is just now ready. I was about to come get ya actually.”

Breakfast was delicious and filled with many questions from Nao.

It went something like this:

“Why’s your hair curly like that?”

“Why haven’t you visited us before?”

“Are you better than PaPa at volleyball?”

“PaPa why does Omi clean his hands for so long?”

“Do you like strawbewwies too Omi? I think they’re gross!”

Nao eventually tired himself out with all the talking because after breakfast Atsumu put on cartoons for him and he immediately became engrossed, no longer paying any attention to Kiyoomi at all.

“So,” Atsumu smiled, “Nao tire ya out yet?”

Kiyoomi chuckled as he put another plate into the dishwasher, “He’s very curious. Very passionate too. Just like his dad.”

Atsumu’s gaze softened and he kissed Kiyoomi softly, “Thank ya for staying for breakfast. And entertaining Nao. He really likes ya. I love seeing ya together.”

“I had a lovely morning. Thank you for letting me stay, and for… for loving me. And letting me meet Nao. It means a lot.”

Atsumu pulled Kiyoomi back into a passionate kiss and they kissed for a few minutes longer before Atsumu pulled back, tucking a curl behind Kiyoomi’s ear, “I wish ya could stay all day but I gotta take Nao to get some vaccines today and then I gotta run some errands and clean the place. Would ya wanna have dinner though? I can get Samu to watch Nao for a few hours.”

Kiyoomi hummed, “That sounds perfect. Do you want to try that new ramen place by the gym?”

“Sure. It’ll be our first official date Omi! I’m gonna sweep ya off yer feet.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes fondly, “You’ve already done that. Years ago actually.”

“I still can’t believe ya’ve liked me for so long. I wanna tell the whole team.”

Kiyoomi lifted his chin and kissed Atsumu chastely, “You’re welcome to. Then I don’t have to hide when I want to kiss you anymore.”

Atsumu blushed and giggled, sounding all too similar to his son.

“Also. Are you going to ever tell the team about Nao? I’ll keep the secret of course. I was just curious.”

Atsumu ran a hand through his hair, “I want to. I really do. I mean Coach already knows obviously. That’s how i’ve been gettin out of practices so long. But for everyone else I think i’ll do it in stages. Maybe one person at a time? I just don’t wanna overwhelm Nao with having to meet so many new people. He gets shy sometimes, as you’ve noticed.”

Kiyoomi nodded, “That sounds like a good plan. I’m sure Nao will be excited to know more of your friends.”

Atsumu grinned, “Yeah. Especially cause he loves ya Omi. He’s gonna be talkin my ear off about ya til he gets to see ya again I already know it.”

“Well he can see me whenever he wants. So can you.”

“Yeah? Does that mean we’re together? I- I meant to ask last night but then I was so tired from the drinkin and ya had just met Nao and-“

Kiyoomi blushed, “If- if you want to be… I want to be.”

“Of course I do Omi. I love ya. And now that I know yer okay with Nao, all I want is to be with ya.”

“Well lucky for you I want the same thing.”

“yeah, i’ve sucked myself off before.“ kiyoomi didn’t look up from stirring milk into his tea, but he could feel atsumu’s wide eyes burning into the back of his. it was so casual atsumu almost didn’t register what kiyoomi actually said.

“you…”

kiyoomi was now beginning to think he’s going to regret his confession.

every man has tried to, or at the very least thought about it before, including atsumu himself. and here before him was someone that was casually living the ultimate fantasy anyone with a dick could have.

needless to say, the rush to bed later that evening was heated and frantic.

“sit there,” kiyoomi gestures vaguely to an upholstered arm chair, placed with purpose to face the side of the bed.

kiyoomi strips his boxer briefs from his long legs and atsumu flushes. kiyoomi’s cock is long and rosy pink, and it suddenly feels all to real. this is really happening. atsumu is looking at his boyfriend with new eyes and he can now see how this might be possible. atsumu is quickly now becoming very hard in his pants. god his boyfriend is pretty.

kiyoomi kneels onto the bed and moves forward until he’s facing the wooden headboard. he lays back and pulls his legs up above his head with his hands against the back of his thighs keeping him up. scooting awkwardly forward a little using his strong back muscles, kiyoomi settles on his upper back, shoulder blades cutting into the bed. the back of his hips resting against the cool, flat headboard, and cock resting just above his navel.

his strong, muscular stomach looks delicate as it folds against itself, layers of flesh and fat giving way to lower his hips closer to his face.

he cranes his head forward. his soft, wet lips engulf the rosy tip, licking against himself with short pets of his tongue. atsumu stomach does flips. he can’t hold back a raspy breath, “fuck, omi.”

kiyoomi takes a hand to massage and softly pull his balls as he continues to suckle himself into his warm mouth.

atsumu feels like he hasn’t breathed in hours, eyes unable to move from kiyoomi’s body, his lips, the shiny head of his cock against his own tongue.

“fuck omi, you’re so hot.”

lightning crackles up kiyoomi’s spine and his own whimpers gently vibrate against his skin, only helping to further push himself towards orgasm. his cock feels hot in his own mouth, all the while at the same time his own mouth feels so hot against himself.

he releases himself from his mouth with a small whine, bringing a hand around his cock to quickly stroke himself right up to the edge. his thighs are twitching, hips bucking down into his hand as atsumu watches sweat run down his temples to his dark curls. between pants and moans, atsumu can hear sighs of his name from kiyoomi’s messy mouth.

“fuck- atsu, atsu astuatsu-“

his belly tightens, abdomen rippling as his balls draw up and cum beads up at his slit, and finally spills over to drips down into his mouth. a ragged moan is ripped from his lungs, and savory, luicid cream puddles onto his pink tongue as the muscle hangs limply from his parted lips.

heavy, wet breaths make his aim falter a bit. some of it catches on his chin, slowly dripping down to his collarbones. a little bit goes too far and splatters hotly onto his flushed cheeks. kiyoomi’s mouth is thoroughly covered in his own cum, like a violent painting of lust.

atsumu can’t fucking take it. his hard cock cuts against the seam of his jeans too deliciously, and with a few firm strokes against himself, he’s spilling an embarrassing amount of cum into his underwear. he lets out an animalistic groan that kiyoomi responds to with his own strained whine. atsumu’s body is flushed warm from his belly to his cheeks. his release seeping through his pants as a deep, warm smudge is fully visible and shameless in his lap if kiyoomi were to look up for just a second.

but kiyoomi is a little too preoccupied making a mess of himself to notice.

as the last threads of cum drip from his slit kiyoomi brings him tip back into his mouth, sucking the last of his release down his wet throat with many consecutive little swallows.

he doesn’t move his lips away from his burning red cock for a while, continuing to lick and tease his tip well past whimpering and gasping overstimulation.

finally he lets go of himself with a sharp inhale that devolves into gulping breaths as he lets himself fill his lungs with the cool air of the bedroom. they both don’t move from where they sit for a while, just trying to catch their breath enough to see straight again.

atsumu moves from his seat for the first time since they began this. he crawls forward onto the duvet and leans down, kiyoomi looking back up at him, albeit still upside down, lower back against the wall. pressing his lips to kiyoomi’s and tasting him on his own mouth.

kiyoomi is a little cross eyed as he tries to focus his vision on atsumu’s face.