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It was Kiyoomi's birthday. March 20th.

He'd been out all day working—which sucked since, again, it was his birthday.

But he wasn't the type to get excited about his birthday. Yes, he'd been born today, what, 30 years ago? But after he turned 13, birthdays didn't really matter.

He'd much rather celebrate his mom for bringing him into the world.

But anyway, he couldn't skip it since she hated when he wasn't happy about his birthday.

Plus, he was married to Atsumu Miya, and one thing that guy liked to do was throw a hell of a birthday celebration.

When they first started dating, Atsumu threw him a surprise party and it pissed him off so much they argued for a week.

Now... Atsumu knew better.

His last birthday, Atsumu had made Osamu cook a special dinner at home, and then they went to watch a really cool movie that Atsumu swore Kiyoomi was a nerd for liking.

Something simple, something that felt nice.

And as he drove home to his husband, he felt a little excited to see what 'simple' thing Atsumu had planned for him this year.

Once he got home, the lights were dimmed and there were candles all over their apartment.

He walked in and called out for Atsumu.

"Atsumu, I'm home," he said, his voice not too loud since he didn't want to seem too eager to see him.

Eventually Atsumu came out of their room, wearing nothing but Kiyoomi's jersey.

Immediately, the taller boy's eyebrow furrowed.

"Omi! Happy birthday, my love!" Atsumu said, walking up to Kiyoomi as if he hadn't said it a million times at midnight last night, a couple thousand more times this morning, and then another hundred or so times through messages during work.

Still, Kiyoomi was happy to hear it.

He smiled and moved his arms out for a hug. Atsumu leaned in, hugging him tightly and kissing Kiyoomi's neck. "Thank you, baby," Kiyoomi said, lifting Atsumu up.

Atsumu smiled down at him and kissed his forehead. "I have a surprise," he said, grinning against Kiyoomi's skin.

"Mmh, yeah? You know I hate surprises," Kiyoomi hummed as Atsumu continued to kiss all over his face.

Kiyoomi shifted his husband in his arms as he walked them to the bedroom. "I know ya hate them, but yer gonna love this one!" Atsumu said, wrapping his arms around Kiyoomi's neck.

Once they got into the bedroom, it was decorated with a bunch of birthday things. It wasn't overwhelming, and honestly, it was kind of sexy.

There were roses all over the bed, and Kiyoomi caught himself noticing something.

"Atsumu," Kiyoomi said, his voice annoyed, though he actually wasn't, as he realized what his 'surprise' was.

There was silk rope lying on the bed along with a blindfold. They both looked oddly expensive.

"Hmm?" Atsumu looked at him, his voice obviously sounding like a tease.

Kiyoomi put him down, sitting on the bed and running a hand through his hair.

He definitely liked being tied up, but Atsumu would tease a lot. And it didn't take him long before he would get tired of not being able to touch him.

And of course, Atsumu knew that. That's why he loved having Kiyoomi tied up so much—but they'd only done it twice before.

"You're not tying me up," Kiyoomi said, and Atsumu frowned.

"What?! It's for yer birthday, Omi! Come on," he whined, moving to sit on Kiyoomi's lap. "Please, it'll be fun. I'll give ya a show," he whispered in his ear, pushing his ass down against Kiyoomi's lap.

Kiyoomi reached up and grabbed his throat, looking him dead in the eye. "No," he said firmly.

Atsumu smirked. "Ya know ya want it," he said, leaning his face closer to Kiyoomi's.

Kiyoomi grew a small smile, his hand reaching up Atsumu's back and into his hair, pulling it back and making the boy's mouth open. "Who's telling you I want it?" he asked.

Atsumu moaned softly as Kiyoomi leaned in to kiss his neck slowly, sucking gently enough to make him feel it.

"F-fuck... stop—let me just..." Atsumu shifted, pushing himself closer and trying to lay his head on Kiyoomi's shoulder.

"No, tell me how you know I want it," Kiyoomi said, and Atsumu whined.

"Ah! Omi, yer makin' this so lame," he cried out.

Kiyoomi scoffed, allowing the boy off his lap. He moved back against their headboard and waited for Atsumu to tie him up.

"Oh, yer actually lettin' me do it?!" Atsumu said excitedly, crawling over and tying Kiyoomi to the bed—one arm to each side of the headboard.

"Hurry this up," Kiyoomi said.

Atsumu giggled, kissing his husband softly before grabbing his face and taking dominance in the kiss. Kiyoomi groaned softly into it, bucking his hips up.

He already wanted to grab him.

When Atsumu pulled back, he smirked. "See... I knew ya liked it."

He got off the bed and stood in front of Kiyoomi. "Fuck... forget this. Just untie me," Kiyoomi said.

Atsumu shook his head, grabbing the jersey from the bottom and pulling it up slowly, revealing he wasn't wearing any underwear. But of course Kiyoomi already knew that. He felt himself grow in his pants just at the sight of seeing Atsumu—he'd never get tired of it.

"Like I said, I'll give ya a show," Atsumu said, finally pulling the shirt off his head. He reached down and touched his own chest, playing with his nipples and biting his lip as he stared directly into Kiyoomi's eyes.

"I like when you play with my chest," he said. "And... when you slowly move your hand down my stomach." He dragged his fingers down his abdomen deliberately, making sure Kiyoomi saw every touch.

"Miya," Kiyoomi groaned.

"Uh uh... don't call me that," Atsumu pouted, moving closer to his husband. "Baby... look, I'm so hard... I need ya," he said, smiling and grabbing his dick in one hand. He stroked slowly and deliberately so that Kiyoomi could see how every pump made him shake, but he purposely kept quiet, maintaining that infuriating composure.

He looked at Kiyoomi, his expression innocent and his brows tilted upward in the middle, giving them a soft, almost pleading look.

"Open your mouth," Kiyoomi commanded.

Atsumu nodded, speeding up his pace. "Fuck... Kiyoomi," he moaned, pushing himself forward slightly. "Shit... I need more."

He pulled a pillow under him and began riding it, his eyes no longer glued to Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi groaned, feeling the tightness in his pants was unbearably uncomfortable. "Quit... untie me now," he said, sounding like he was losing control. He bit his lip, and Atsumu looked back up at him.

"W-why? Ya... wanna fuck me like this?" Atsumu let out, continuing to grind against the pillow.

"Fuck. I'm not joking," Kiyoomi said.

Atsumu shook his head. "This feels so good... I need ya so bad, Omi," he whimpered, speeding up his movements.

Kiyoomi pushed his wrist forward, trying to break the rope. It made Atsumu flinch and glare at him. "Don't ya try to get out, Kiyoomi," he said, his voice suddenly serious.

Kiyoomi scoffed. "Come here, Atsumu," he demanded.

Atsumu sighed. "No! I was gonna cum," he argued, moving off the pillow.

"I don't fucking care. Untie me," Kiyoomi said flatly.

For a moment, Atsumu actually looked like he was going to comply—until he remembered the blindfold.

Kiyoomi watched as Atsumu's eyes shifted, and his annoyed look transformed back into that usual smirk.

"Miya, did you hear me?" Kiyoomi asked, his eyebrows furrowed as his husband reached over his legs to grab the blindfold.

"Just wait, baby," Atsumu said, crawling into Kiyoomi's lap and wrapping the blindfold around his head.

"Take this shit off," Kiyoomi demanded.

"It ain't even on yer eyes yet," Atsumu giggled, reaching down to pull Kiyoomi's pants off, revealing his underwear which was soaked with precum.

"Oh, ya really liked that, huh?" Atsumu teased, placing his hand on Kiyoomi's underwear and rubbing slowly. "Yer so big and hard for me... The birthday boy must really want his present?" He licked his lips, and Kiyoomi swallowed hard.

"Fuck off," Kiyoomi said, though his voice trembled—which only made Atsumu smirk again.

He leaned up and pulled the blindfold down over Kiyoomi's eyes, then tugged at his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free.

For the first few seconds, Kiyoomi stayed silent—unable to determine how much this was pissing him off. For some reason, Atsumu was doing an amazing job at turning him on, so he didn't quite want this to end.

Atsumu grabbed Kiyoomi's dick and licked it slowly all the way down to his balls. He reached his hand up to squeeze them tightly. Kiyoomi let out a gasp, reaching to grab something—anything—but he couldn't reach, which made Atsumu giggle against Kiyoomi's skin.

"Shit! I can't," Kiyoomi bucked up again, his hips moving desperately.

Atsumu placed his hands on both of Kiyoomi's thighs, steadying himself so he could control the pace. He hovered over Kiyoomi's cock before slowly taking the tip into his mouth, sucking gently.

Kiyoomi's breath hitched. "Fuck, Atsumu..."

Atsumu bobbed his head slowly, taking more of him with each movement. His hands stayed firm on Kiyoomi's thighs, keeping him from bucking up too hard. He went deeper, his mouth warm and wet around Kiyoomi's length.

"Oh my god," Kiyoomi groaned, his voice strained.

Atsumu hummed around him, the vibration making Kiyoomi's entire body tense. He continued bobbing, moving faster now, his hair falling in front of his face as he worked.

Kiyoomi wanted to grab his hair, wanted to hold him down, but the ropes kept his hands pinned. The blindfold made everything feel more intense—he couldn't see what Atsumu was doing, could only feel the warmth of his mouth, could only hear the soft, wet sounds.

"I'm close," Kiyoomi warned, his voice breathless.

Atsumu didn't slow down. Instead, he took Kiyoomi deeper, relaxing his throat so he could take more. His eyes watered slightly, but he kept going, his hands squeezing Kiyoomi's thighs.

"Fuck, baby!" Kiyoomi moaned, unable to control his hips as he came into Atsumu's mouth.

Atsumu swallowed, pulling back slightly before taking Kiyoomi in again, working him through his orgasm.

When he finally pulled off, he was breathing heavily, a thin line of cum and saliva connecting his mouth to Kiyoomi's cock.

"Ya taste so good," Atsumu whispered, climbing up Kiyoomi's body.

"Can you take this off?" Kiyoomi said, nodding toward the blindfold.

Atsumu slid it off, already smiling. "Ya sounded so cute, moanin' my name..."

Kiyoomi's gaze sharpened. "Atsumu Miya."

He said it like a warning—and Atsumu just grinned wider. He shifted, settling onto his lap as he tugged his shirt off. Leaning down, he dragged his tongue along Kiyoomi's chest, pausing at each mole to press soft kisses against them.

"Yeah, Kiyoomi Miya?" Atsumu giggled.

"If you don't untie me, I'm going to break these ropes," Kiyoomi said, his voice dead serious.

Atsumu didn't believe him though. Those ropes were expensive. There was no way he could—

"Why? Ya don't like me playin' with ya?" Atsumu asked.

Kiyoomi furrowed his eyebrows. "You think I'm joking?"

Atsumu nodded confidently. "I wanna see ya try."

Before Kiyoomi could respond, Atsumu turned around and arched his ass up in front of Kiyoomi's face, his hole already glistening slightly from earlier.

Kiyoomi's breath caught. "You're so fucking cocky."

"Mmh, ya love it though," Atsumu said, wiggling his hips slightly.

Without another word, Kiyoomi leaned forward and pressed his face between Atsumu's cheeks. He licked slowly, deliberately, making Atsumu gasp.

"Oh fuck, Omi!" Atsumu moaned, pushing back against his face.

Kiyoomi's tongue circled his hole before pushing inside, and Atsumu practically melted. His hands gripped the rope near Kiyoomi's bound wrists for balance as Kiyoomi ate him out like he was starving.

"That's it, baby, right there," Atsumu whimpered, his hips moving slightly. "Fuck, yer so good at this."

Kiyoomi groaned against him, the vibration making Atsumu shake. He licked and sucked, his nose brushing against Atsumu as he worked. His tongue thrust in and out in a steady rhythm, and Atsumu was already a complete mess.

"Kiyoomi! I'm gonna cum," Atsumu gasped, his voice high and breathy.

But Kiyoomi didn't stop. He kept going, kept pushing his tongue deeper, kept making Atsumu lose his mind.

Atsumu came with a cry, his body shaking as Kiyoomi continued to work him through it. When Kiyoomi finally pulled back, Atsumu collapsed forward slightly, breathing heavily.

"Now untie me," Kiyoomi said, his voice low and commanding. "Or I swear to god, Atsumu, I will break these fucking ropes."

Atsumu turned to line himself up with Kiyoomi's dick. "Shut up," he said, placing his hand on his husband's chest for balance as he slowly pushed himself down onto him.

"Fuck," Atsumu moaned, his head going back at the sensation.

Kiyoomi bit his lip at the sight, bucking his hips up involuntarily. "Move. Now," he demanded.

Atsumu nodded, bouncing up and down slowly. "Shit! Shit! It hurts!" he cried out, moving his hands to grip Kiyoomi's shoulders tightly.

"Fuck, baby," Kiyoomi groaned, moving his hips up to match Atsumu's bounces.

"I can't go faster! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Atsumu moaned, digging his nails into Kiyoomi's shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

Kiyoomi couldn't take it anymore. He pulled one of his arms out of the rope, immediately gripping Atsumu's waist tightly.

"Omi! Stop!" Atsumu called out, shocked that the other had actually broken through the rope.

"Fuck this," Kiyoomi said, pulling his other hand free and flipping them both over in one smooth motion.

He pulled himself almost completely out before thrusting back in as hard as he could. "AAH! FUCK!" Atsumu screamed, his entire body going stiff at the intensity.

"Fuck! I'm cummin’, I'm cummin’!!" he continued as Kiyoomi thrust in and out of him quickly, relentlessly.

Atsumu threw his head back and came all over his stomach, his legs instinctively wrapping around Kiyoomi's waist as the other pushed himself even closer to him.

"O-Omi! Slow down, I can't take it!" Atsumu said, pushing his face up to kiss Kiyoomi desperately.

Kiyoomi didn't slow down though. He kept thrusting, chasing his own release, swallowing Atsumu's moans with his mouth as he kissed him hard. His hands gripped Atsumu's hips, controlling the pace, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.

"You feel so fucking good," Kiyoomi groaned against Atsumu's lips. "Always so tight for me."

Atsumu whimpered, unable to form words as Kiyoomi continued to pound into him. His overstimulated body shook with each thrust, and he buried his face in Kiyoomi's neck, biting down gently.

"I'm close," Kiyoomi said, his voice strained. "Fuck, Atsumu, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it," Atsumu breathed out. "Cum inside me, baby. Please."

That was all it took. Kiyoomi came with a groan, filling Atsumu as his body tensed. He stayed inside for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, before slowly pulling out.

Kiyoomi pulled back, his breathing ragged. For a moment, he just looked at Atsumu—flushed, fucked out, completely wrecked.

But Atsumu, being Atsumu, started laughing breathlessly. "Ya actually broke the ropes," he said, his voice still shaky. "I can't believe—"

Kiyoomi cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him hard, silencing whatever cocky comment was about to come out of his mouth.

When he pulled back, Atsumu was grinning like an idiot. "What? Ya don't like me talkin'?"

Kiyoomi didn't answer. Instead, he flipped Atsumu onto his stomach in one swift motion, pressing his back down against the mattress.

"Wait, Omi, I just—" Atsumu started, but Kiyoomi slapped his ass hard, making him gasp.

"Shut up," Kiyoomi said, his voice low and dangerous. He lined himself back up and pushed in without warning, making Atsumu cry out.

"Oh fuck! Kiyoomi!" Atsumu moaned, his fingers digging into the sheets.

Kiyoomi set a brutal pace, fucking into him hard and deep. Every time Atsumu tried to say something, tried to be a brat, Kiyoomi would slap his ass again, silencing him.

"You talk too much," Kiyoomi growled, his hand coming down again, this time leaving a red handprint.

Atsumu whimpered, his body trembling as Kiyoomi continued to punish him with each thrust. He was already close again, the intensity of it all pushing him to the edge.

"Please," Atsumu begged, his voice small and broken. "Please, Kiyoomi."

"Please what?" Kiyoomi asked, slowing his pace slightly but not letting up.

"I need ya," Atsumu whispered. "Just ya. So much!"

Kiyoomi groaned at that, picking up his pace again. He leaned down, pressing his chest against Atsumu's back as he thrust deeper.

"That's right," Kiyoomi said against his ear. "You're mine. Only mine."

"Yes! Yes, I'm yer’s!" Atsumu cried out, his entire body shaking as he came again, harder this time.

The feeling of Atsumu clenching around him sent Kiyoomi over the edge. He came with a groan, burying his face in Atsumu's neck as he filled him.

They stayed like that for a moment, both completely spent, before Kiyoomi carefully pulled out and rolled onto his side, pulling Atsumu against his chest.

"Happy birthday," Atsumu whispered, his voice soft now.

“Fuck you, I dont get topped.” Logan said, pinning me to the couch and pulling my pants down. “Okay, Okay! Youre moving to fast, girl!” I yelled at him as i lifted my arms up to wrap around his neck. “Just kiss me, we’re not in a hurry.” I said and he bit his lip, before grabbing my dick and rubbing it.

“Im not moving fast at all.” He said. But he literally was.

We had just finished watching a movie which the whole time he had been drinking so i know hes drunk and that means he’ll be super impatient during sex. Which, ya’know i could never complain about that. I really like it rough. But, I hate when he acts like what i said makes no sense. Hes literally moving at lightning speed to suck me off.

I moaned when he started rubbing my member faster. “Logan..” I said squeezing my eyes shut. “Hm? Tell me what you want.” He said leaning down to kiss my neck. “Fuck. You know i like when you do that.” I said and he nodded. He licked my chest and then licked down all the way to the part above my dick. I stared at him as he did. I couldve came all over his face right then and there. Hes so sexy.

“You hungry, kitty?” I asked him and he nodded pumping my dick a little before swallowing it whole in one go. I gasped at it and thre my head back. “Shit.” I moaned out. He sucked me slowly, exactly how i liked it. But, i guess today i wanted more. “Logan, faster.” I said before grunting as he did as i said.

i gripped his hair and bucked my hips up a few times. He started to jerk me off as he was sucking and i swear that combo was a bit too much for me. “I think im gonna cum..” I said pushing his hesd down on my dick. He sucked faster and sloppier and i thrusted into his mouth before he pulled away and i came his face and my stomach.

“Slut.” He said and i didnt even reply because i was out of breath. “That was amazing.” I said. It really was.“Yeah, Sure.” He said, before kissing me, roughly. We made out for a little before i began to pull down his pants. “Move your fucking hands.” Logan yelled at me and i shook my head. “Its my turn to sucky sucky.” I said and he pushed my hands away from his underwear. “You told me to slow down, bub.” He said to me and i wanted to fucking punch him.

“Logan shut the fuck up and fuck me.” I said sticking my fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them slowly, so I pushed them farther down his throat. He grabbed my arm and pushed it back. He pinned me to the couch again and hovered over me. “Dont fucking rush me.” He said and i scoffed. “Or what! You were being such a good boy earlier. Just fuck me, baby!” I yelled at him and he laughed. He pushed me down and choked me.

Okay.. So. Im not even gonna lie. I tried to fight him off of me but i immediately gave up because for some reason he was overpowering me and him being dominant like this was very sexy. I will never stop making fun of Logan for this day. Anyway…

I tried to lift my arm up but he pinned it back down even harder. “Dont move.” He said and i nodded slowly. He put one of his hands on my waist and pulled down his dick out of his underwear.

He teased my hole with his dick and i whined. “Stop!” I yelled at him and he started laughing again. “I was gonna stretch you out but you pissed me off.” He said and i pushed myself against him. “I dont even care just fucking put it inside asshole!” I said grabbing his arm and he pushed back. “I like when you beg, Wade.” He said and i rolled my eyes. “In a second im gonna hit you.” I replied to him. Hes really dragging it. “Yeah?” He asked and i nodded.

He lined his dick up with my hole and then slammed into me. I screamed and pushed him back. “Fuck! Wait!” I yelled at him and he shook his head, pushing down on my stomach. “L-Logan.. Oh my god.” Tears started to form in my eyes. He was going really fast It felt like he was ripping me open. But through all of this it felt so so so good.

“I like this position alot. You look a mess” He said before biting his lip and looking away from me, still thrusting back in forth inside of me as fast as he could. “I hate you.” I told him, trying to reach up to wrap my arms around his neck again. He held onto me and reached down, so i kissed him. It was really sloppy but he was quite literally pounding me like there was NO tomorrow.

He bit my neck and i threw my head back. “Im gonna cum.. Fuck.” i sighed. “No, dont cum.” He said and i wanted to cry. “Please logan. i can’t..” I said digging my nails into his back. “Youre so tight.” He said, completely ignroing my request and i shook my head. “Let me cum please.” I said more clearer. “I said no, if you cum i swear.” he said and i whined.

My eyes were rolling to the back of my head with every thrust. I felt like i was gonna burst. He was hitting the right spot everytime. I know i looked a mess, because i sounded a mess. Our 1 bedroom apartment was literally full of the sound of our skin smacking, and me and Logans moans.

Eventually he let me cum, after he came himself. But he didnt even stop. He fucked me in too many positions i cant even fucking count. At some point he was fucking the wounds he had put into my body. Hes fucking crazy. But the kind of crazy that really turns me on.

I laid ontop of him and jerked us off together. “After this im done, I swear Logan.” I said and he scoffed. “mhm..” He said moaning a bit. He kissed me and kissed me harder. A bit after we both came at the same time and my body gave out.

“Wade.. Im not done.” He said to me and i shook my head standing up. “Fuck no! Leave me alone.” I said. “Where are you going?” He asked me and i shoo’d him off. “Your flesh light needs to recharge!” I said and he laughed.