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RECOMMENDED SONG: POWER BY ISAK DANIELSON
Sakusa sighs, looking at the ceiling while he swirls on his chair. He closes his eyes and covers them with his forearms, dipping his vision in a dark hole of shadows. The books, notebooks and documents lay scattered on the table, the screen of his computer casting a faint light over the desk bulging with notes he has been ignoring all night.
His phone buzzes from time to time, but he doesn't dare to take a look at the messages: he did so once and regretted it for the rest of the night. He falls for Atsumu's tricks more often than not—who wouldn't, Atsumu is just hot like that—but Sakusa wants to make him eager tonight. He wants to get Atsumu out of his mind. He knows what he will surely find in his inbox, and although it's very much tempting, he rather works Atsumu up before giving him the pleasure of, lowkey, being at his feet once more. It's Atsumu's turn to crave, to suffer, to long for Sakusa's skin and not the other way around.
Sakusa doesn't want to take the lead, but he does want to have control of the situation.
He would have sold his soul to Satan if that meant he was able to focus. But he can't. The only thing he can do is steal glances at the clock, waiting for the numbers to change to 4:00 am.
The room smells sweet, too sweet. Atsumu wanted to play, and Sakusa is not a quitter; Atsumu bought two of those long-lasting candles that are supposed to give off pheromones when lit, one for himself and another for Sakusa. Then, he proposed a bet: they would remain lit for the rest of the night (at work or at home), and the first one to give in to lust would be the loser.
Sakusa was skeptical at first. He thought those candles were old wives' tales, he couldn't believe they worked as they were supposed to. But after spending four hours and a half smelling the sweet and a tad spicy aroma of something unidentifiable, his blown-out pupils, shaking hands, scorching skin and leaking cock say otherwise. The candles work, his brain doesn't.
The phone hums again, and he briefly looks at the screen when it lights up. He regrets it right away, because his imagination is definitely making things hard for him. He doesn't need to see the attached image to guess what it is about.
From: Miya Atsumu
>> *Image attached*
From: Miya Atsumu
>> i wanna make u mine so bad
Unconsciously, Sakusa opens his legs a bit. His dick is stiff, his balls feel heavy, but he can't find any relief. Because if Atsumu wants to play, he is more than ready to prove that he can hold back, no matter how hard his dick is. His guts and bones ache with desire, waiting to reach his high and come undone in Atsumu's arms. But his boyfriend is not here right now, so he has to wait for him to be back.
He looks at the clock. There are only ten minutes left until Atsumu ends his shift at the call center.
Sakusa bites his lip. When they started dating, Atsumu asked him about his job, and if it made him feel uncomfortable or anxious in any aspect, if he wanted Atsumu to quit his job or if he thought it was the best decision for their relationship. At that point, Sakusa didn't want to say anything because he didn't have the confidence to put his messy thoughts into words; also, he didn't think he was supposed to intervene in this matter or influence Atsumu's decision. But Atsumu was genuinely interested in his decision, assuring him that it was okay, that sharing was caring, so Sakusa ended up giving in.
Sakusa was caught by surprise when he found himself asking Atsumu not to quit his job. Aside from the bits of insecurity he feels that lead to light jealousy every now and then—which are kissed away by Atsumu at the slightest opportunity—, he discovered that having his boyfriend work at a sex call center is a massive turn on, and something to take some advantage on. Moreover, his job is the reason they met, and making Atsumu quit didn't feel right.
He unlocks his phone and checks the messages. A string of pictures that don't leave much to the imagination, even when Atsumu is clothed up: a trail of dark hair guiding the path under his boxer briefs, unzipped jeans showing the skin of his tanned V line, the shape of his cock traced against his black underwear, a wet patch darkening the head. All of them sent along with a series of increasingly dangerous texts that have Sakusa on the verge of giving up.
From: Miya Atsumu
>> im going nuts w/o u
From: Miya Atsumu
>> god i miss u
From: Miya Atsumu
>> *Image attached*
From: Miya Atsumu
>> can't wait to have ur mouth around me
From: Miya Atsumu
>> *Image attached*
From: Miya Atsumu
>> *Image attached*
From: Miya Atsumu
>> just ur memories have me like this
From: Miya Atsumu
>> cant wait anymore to fuck u
Sakusa himself can't stay like this much longer. The skin from all over his body is burning, every little brush of fabric against it is driving him insane. He takes off every piece of cloth until he's completely naked and lies down on the bed, trying to make his brain stop the hum in the back of his head. But the intense sweet smell is affecting him in ways he never thought a candle could. He closes his fist on each side of his sweaty body. He can't hold it anymore; the tremors all over like he has a fever, the heavy breathing, the spit pooling in his mouth… It's too much to handle, his whole body is begging for release.
Still with the phone clutched in his hand, he looks at the messages one last time before dialing. He won't be calling Atsumu, but someone else.
The voice answers right away. It sounds heavy in his ears, words drawled in a way that makes his skin crawl. "Hello, mi amor, and welcome. I'm Blond Fox."
Sakusa smirks. "Oh, wow. Such a nice voice I'm met with."
There are a couple of seconds of utter silence in which Sakusa's smirk only widens. Then, Atsumu answers like Sakusa was hoping he would. "Oh my, is Perfect Unknown back in town? Unbelievable."
"Did you miss me?"
"Yeah. Never thought you'd call again, y'know?"
"Hm, and why is that, Blond Fox?" Sakusa asks, making his greatest effort to sound sensual and not desperate.
"Well…" Atsumu starts. Sakusa can hear him licking his lips. "During these past few months I've met someone that makes my fantasies come true. But I can't deny I missed ya, mi amor."
"Then, if you missed me so badly… Tell me everything you couldn't say. What would you do to me, and with me?"
"Yer gonna touch yerself, ain't ya?"
Sakusa licks his lips and looks between his legs: dick hard, dripping, seeking attention, pulsing on top of his belly. Just for the sake of knowing how needy he is, he pulls the foreskin back to take a look. The head is colored in a deep crimson red, glistening wet with a few droplets of precum, another one beading on the tip. His balls are tight and a bit swollen after neglecting the idea of any kind of stimulation for so long. The pressure of his own hand surrounding the length feels like Heaven. But he is not that weak, he won't yield to temptation.
"No, I have someone else who will do that for me soon."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm. And you? Will you do it?"
"Not gonna lie, I'd love to. But I have someone waiting f'r me at home. Can't let 'im down, right?"
"Right."
"Ya playin' cool today, huh? Okay, but I won't make it easy for ya. Let's just talk. Yer my last call of the night. Lucky boy."
"Then, start. I'm listening," Sakusa prompts, rutting his hips against the bed, looking for friction inside and outside but finding nothing but the ghost touch of dissatisfaction.
Atsumu sighs dramatically. "Where do I begin, mi amor? I'd do so many things to ya that I dunno the starting point."
Sakusa takes a deep breath, the scent entering his nose until his arousal is at its peak. His imagination is running wild; too many images scratching his brain, too little stimulation to fulfill his needs. His breathing is ragged and labored, his chest heaves with the exertion of holding himself back.
He closes his eyes and thinks of Atsumu's sinful mouth and hands. "Why don't you start on my lips and finish somewhere else?"
He hears Atsumu gulping. "Yeah. I like that. Keep talking, give me the roadmap of yer beautiful body."
***
Sakusa lets out a moan that dies on Atsumu's lips. He expects Atsumu to do something else apart from kissing him until his lips are swollen and bruised, but he's only met with a twin moan followed by a deep growl, answering his own muffled cries. He parts from Atsumu's lips, much to his dismay, only to take a breath and push Atsumu a bit further.
"What—?"
"Atsumu, come on!"
"What?"
Sakusa sighs, a mix of desperation and frustration. They have been kissing for way too long, while the candle is still oozing that alluring smell, sweet and spicy, a bit too arousing and provocative for its nature, making things even harder—pun intended. They caress each other's naked bodies; touch, brush their skins, bite and kiss again, but none of them gives in. All because of that stupid bet he made with Atsumu. They are both too stubborn to take the first step, because they don't want to lose.
"Where are all those things you said you were going to do to me? I'm starting to forget them."
"I didn't say much this time, it was mostly yer talkin' tonight."
"Oh, but you did say some things. I just don't remember them."
"Hm? Ya wanna hear it again to refresh yer memory?" Atsumu bites his collarbone, then licks the mark to finally leave an open-mouthed kiss over it. Sakusa whines. "I'll go down and—"
"Shit, shut up…"
"Now it's shut up? I thought ya wanted me to refresh yer memory?"
"Yes, with acts, not with words."
"And why don't ya start instead of me?"
Sakusa huffs a laugh. "What do they call this again?" Sakusa says, faking an indifferent expression but sinking his nails into Atsumu's back to provoke him. "Oh yeah, something along the lines of his bark is worse than his bite, right?"
Atsumu looks at him with half-lidded eyes, his blown pupils darkened with a glint of wickedness. "As I was sayin' before I was interrupted… I'll go down on ya, eat ya out and, y'know, ya'll come on my tongue only when I tell ya so. Got it, mi amor?"
Sakusa gasps, turned on so much that he forgot to breathe for a second. "This is— Y-you're not playing fair."
"Why not? 'M only tell ya what ya wanna hear, ain't I?" Atsumu rasps against his neck, leaving a hickey behind.
"But you're doing nothing!"
"That's 'cuz I'm not done speaking yet. Ya said somethin' on the phone. I really liked it. Ya remember that at least, right? It was yer own sayin', ya must be aware of those words if ya like to play with fire so much."
Sakusa swallows the hungry gaze in Atsumu's eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about. I said quite a few things. May you refresh my memory on that too?"
Atsumu smirks and kisses him slow and deep, darting his tongue over Sakusa's lips, biting the bottom and moaning low and raspy on his mouth. Sakusa drinks from the kiss like it's been three years since the last one, like he didn't ever taste anything as delicious as Atsumu in his life. It's making his brain shut down little by little; he doesn't string two thoughts together, he isn't aware of the time, the place or the world around them. He's there, his body intertwined with Atsumu, a mess of limbs and lips and tongues and hands sprawled on the bed.
Then Atsumu pulls back, letting Sakusa go after his lips like a dog in heat. It's embarrassing and hot in equal measure.
"Yeah, sure." Atsumu closes the distance between them with parted lips like he is about to capture Sakusa's in a new harsh kiss, but instead he stops when they only brush. "Two fingers inside and five around yer neck." He pants those words right above Sakusa's lips.
"F-fuck…"
"Did I get it right? It was like that, wasn't it?" Atsumu licks his lips, then sucks a new hickey in one of the last places that are not yet bruised. "Ooh, Omi-Omi likes it dirty."
"S-shit—" Sakusa squirms on the bed, lost in his own headspace, so horny and frenzied that it borders the danger zone in which he's the one to lose control and kneel before Atsumu's promising words. "Atsumu, please… Please, please!"
"Please what?"
The pain coming from his cock and balls is so atrocious, so sharp and splitting that each passing second is making it harder to think about anything but Atsumu deep inside of him.
"Please! I'm dying here, just do something! Touch me!"
Atsumu smirks. "I am touching ya."
And it's true. Atsumu is on top of him, caging him with his body, burning his whole body in every spot where their skin is touching. But it's not enough, and Atsumu knows this. It's not enough for Atsumu either, but he's playing tough tonight, and Sakusa is already very close to snap. He needs to do something, he's leaking and it's so damn embarrassing and unbearable.
He's close to Atsumu, but it's not fucking barely sufficient.
"Atsumu. Put your hand. On my dick."
"How bold."
"Are you getting all shy on me now?"
"Fuck no, I'm not. But that filthy mouth of yers should know better than to tease me."
Sakusa gasps when Atsumu goes for his lips again, rutting his hips to the maddening rhythm of the kiss, rubbing their dicks together, forcing the choked moans out of Sakusa.
"Atsumu, please…" Sakusa begs, pulling Atsumu's hair to look at him in the face.
Sakusa fixes his eyes on him, and what he sees in Atsumu's golden irises leaves him speechless, in shambles: a gleam of tenderness and love so so deep that has him shuddering, legs faltering and shaking where they circle Atsumu's thighs. The passion and desire is there as well, of course; but Sakusa can't stop looking at the rest of the feelings swilling in the honeyed orbs that look back at him.
"I love you, Sakusa Kiyoomi."
Sakusa trembles, caught between the bed and the naked, warm, hot and sweaty body of Atsumu. His heart throbs in his ribcage, and Atsumu must notice it against his own chest as he looks at Sakusa with even more love—if that's even possible—and an adoring and endeared smile.
Sakusa's eyes shine, full of thrill and trust. "I love you too, Miya Atsumu."
Before Sakusa can add anything else, Atsumu rushes to silence him with a new heated kiss that lets out the desperation he feels, the bottled-up emotions, the repressed feral instincts that are finally taking control over him. He devours Sakusa, stealing the air from his lungs, stamping his lips and fingers all over him. "I don't care if I lost this stupid bet, but I can't handle another second without making you mine," he growls.
"I'm all yours," Sakusa whispers, sinking his nails in Atsumu's ass, driving him to push into him.
"Not yet, not yet. Turn around, get on all fours."
"Atsumu, please—"
"I won't tease, I promise. I told ya, you'll come on my tongue before I even start fucking ya. I'll do everything ya told me tonight to please ya. 'M not afraid to say I'm at yer feet, but you, mi amor, are at my mercy. Now, be a good boy and turn around f'r me."
Sakusa is shaking like a leaf, the expectation causing a stir inside him. He turns on the bed, knees and hands resting on the mattress. He hears the ruffling of sheets behind him, the cap of the lube opening and then closing, then he feels Atsumu's clean, warm hand grabbing part of his ass and hip.
"Hold onto the headboard, mi amor," Atsumu whispers from behind, right in his ear, hovering over his body like it doesn't have Sakusa trembling with his body heat, with the brush of his cock against his ass.
Sakusa does as told, holding firmly onto the headboard. His legs shake, and he's glad he has extra support for leverage. His breathing is shallow and raged, the featherlight kisses down his spine are driving him insane.
The lubed-up fingers of Atsumu's right hand circle his rim, while the other hand snakes over his body until it closes around his throat.
Sakusa tries to gulp, delighting in the feeling he gets when he finds out he can't. He moans in ecstasy.
Fuck. This man will be the death of me, he thinks. Then, he smiles wickedly to himself. I love it.