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"Bet you can't fit Aran and Bokuto in there at the same time. So tiny!"
"Hell, I wonder if they could fit in there alone ?"
Atsumu's ears prick up at the commotion. Huddled together at the end of the row, a group of his teammates looms over their luggage.
"What are y'all on about now?" He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"The plane's bathrooms! Atsumu-san look! Inunaki-san said he joined some kind of club in one of them before!"
Hinata jolts when a palm slaps flat across his shoulders.
“Lower your voice. It’s 5 a.m.!”
Atsumu snickers under his breath before sliding back into the seat next to Kiyoomi, who is seemingly uninterested in the whole debacle. His face is draped with a black mask while he scrolls over his own Twitter timeline. Slumped into the uncomfortable plastic cushion Kiyoomi bounces his leg in anticipation. Atsumu knows that he must be feeling nervous about his first time leaving the country. In an attempt to coo his anxiety Atsumu spreads his palm over his jittering knee squeezing it gently.
The overhead speakers call for early boarding and the team is eager to board. It’s their second charity exhibition match, and they are raring to face Argentina in the hopes of revenge; or whatever Iwaizumi was calling it .
Large bodies gather at the gate one by one towering over the other waiting passengers. Their seats are mismatched in first-class, leaving them ample amount of room to stretch out and relax for their long flight.
“Omi I got the window, you wanna switch?” Atsumu says while already wiping the seat with antibacterial wipes and placing his things in the chair nestled together with the one he was offering.
Each first-class seat was part of a two-seat pod. Kiyoomi plops into the one with the window before releasing a full-body sigh into the zipper of his jacket. His ears and cheeks are tinted a soft pink.
The two settle into their seats, behind them they can faintly hear Hinata squawking about how the bathroom is bigger than they expected.
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Atsumu jolts in his chair. His skin is tacky and his mouth is dry. Reaching through the pouch in front of him he cracks open a water bottle, guzzling down the tasteless cold. Noticing that Kiyoomi had gotten up, he looks around to find the rest of his teammates asleep in the dark cabin.
Groaning Atsumu slips his phone from his pocket and swipes open the first notification. An airdropped photo from S.Kiyo from 3 minutes ago. Half asleep he accepts the request without thinking about it. The sight makes him smack the screen of his phone into his chest. Looking around the dark cabin he hopes no one was savvy of his panic.
Cursing under his breath, Atsumu slides the brightness down real low before letting his eyes assess the surprise.
Completely bottomless and spread open one leg propped up with two fingers inside of his tiny hole, is Kiyoomi. His ass and lower back are pressed against the spotted counter as his reflection backs his dark curls. Holy fuck. Kiyoomi has the phone propped on something while he bites down on the zipper of his parka.
Atsumu can feel the heat going straight to his dick. His lip is already bitten pink from his teeth. Is he serious?
Grabbing his toiletries bag, Atsumu speed walks down the padded aisle to the back of the section. His knuckles tap three times on the door before a whispered click gives him the go-ahead, to slip in.
He takes two steps before his back snaps the door behind him shut. Clicking the lock, he wraps his arms around his neck’s assailant.
“Omi, fuck-”
Atsumu grips Kiyoomi’s waist tight, picking him up and locking their lips together. Atsumu’s hands press into his meaty ass before landing them on the same counter that was teasing him a mere minute ago. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth, Atsumu pulls away to breathe.
Bad choice.
Seeing his boyfriend completely glazed over and panting from their entanglement knocks the breath from his lungs.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Atsumu groans into his neck.
“I know what I want you to do,” Kiyoomi mumbles into his hair.
“Yeah? What’s that.” Atsumu smirks as he slides his hands up the knobs of Kiyoomi’s spine. Pressing their hips together Kiyoomi lets his head rest on the mirror, shivering at the touch.
“Me.”
Biting his lip Atsumu groans at the audacity. He didn’t even think Kiyoomi was listening earlier, much less interested in actually going through with it. Latching onto Kiyoomi’s exposed neck, Atsumu litters the pale expanse is dark reds and purples.
Kiyoomi pulls two fingers through the tie of Atsumu’s sweatpants and yanks them along with his boxers down in one quick motion. Atsumu doesn’t have a second to think about how his sweats are bunched around his thighs and how his dick is swinging before Kiyoomi’s slick hand wraps around his cock.
“Shit, babe ya jumping me here,”
“Hurry up before they notice we are both gone.”
Atsumu slides his palm down Kiyoomi’s thighs before cupping behind his knee and pressing it into his chest.
“All ready for me?”
Kiyoomi doesn’t get a chance to respond before Atsumu is sinking into him. His chest heaves behind his knees as Atsumu rocks into him at a slow pace. Atsumu pushes Kiyoomi’s hips down to grind his cock deeper inside of him; panting over his folded body like a dog.
Grabbing his shirt Kiyoomi tugs him into a messy kiss before Atsumu picks up the pace. His thighs are bruising against the counter, but he doesn’t let it show because he feels so fucking good. Keening Kiyoomi throws his head against the mirror. Bringing his hand up to cover his mouth Atsumu slams into him; smirking at the muffled moans and pants he rips from his partner.
Noticing his inflated ego Kiyoomi bucks his hips wrapping his legs around Atsumu’s waist before grinding up against his rhythm.
“Fuck!”
Twisting his face from underneath Atsumu’s sweaty palm Kiyoomi practically spits, “Oh? Can’t keep quiet now?” as he arches his back. His teeth dig into his lip while Atsumu thrusts forward.
Pulling out all the way Atsumu bathes in Kiyoomi’s soft whine. Thumbing his hips he yanks Kiyoomi off the counter and presses him against it with his cock swaying between his legs.
“God, your ass is perfect.”
“You gonna keep praying to it or what?”
Pressing down on his shoulders Atsumu thrusts back into Kiyoomi’s sopping hole. Lifting his knee to spread his ass more he slaps Kiyoomi’s wandering hands away from his leaking cock.
“Oh, no baby, hands on the mirror. Wanna watch you come all pretty just with me.”
Atsumu can tell that he’s close with how tight Kiyoomi’s walls are squeezing his cock. Fisting a chunk of his curly hair he yanks Kiyoomi’s head upright to lock eyes with his reflection. Pistoning his hips faster, their skin slaps against each other.
“Look at you, so beautiful. Taking my cock like you were made for it huh?”
Kiyoomi whines as his eyes roll back jolting while he spurts over the counter. His knuckles are gripped white as he clenches his fists over the cool glass. Grabbing his hips Atsumu grips bruises into his plush waist while thrusting into Kiyoomi’s overstimulated body. Impaling him on his pulsing cock he groans, black spots drift into his vision. Atsumu spills every last drop into him before slouching over both of their panting bodies.
When they return to their seats Inunaki is the only one awake, giving them a sly grin before murmuring a “welcome to the club,” and shuffling back under his blanket.