Atsumu knew it was petty. He knew the man across the bar had backed off when he saw that Sakusa was already taken - and very much whipped - by Atsumu. Sure, he held an unpleasant, envious look in his eye and gave Omi another once over before he left, but he /did/ leave. https://twitter.com/hajioru/status/1337648548263862272

Regardless, Atsumu felt a burning sense of vindictive pride burn through his body when Omi placed himself into Atsumus lap at the bar, his lips instantly attaching themselves to his neck as he did. Atsumu wasted no time in wrapping his arm around his lover.

Closing his eyes, he let himself bask in the warmth Sakusa brought w him; ass planted perfectly against his crotch and body, reeking of alcohol, pushed against his own. Atsumu feels Omi's hand tug at the hair on the nape of his neck, sending blood straight to his cock.

"Fuck," Atsumu whispers. Omi was /horny/. Idly, he wonders how much Sakusa had to drink for him to be so openly attached to Atsumu like this but the thought was cut short when he felt another pair of eyes staring them down. Opening his eyes, Atsumu looks around to find the target

His eyes land on the man who approached Omi earlier when Atsumu had his back turned - face shining with envy as Omi devours Atsumus body, hips rolling gently to grind onto his cock. A twisted sense of pleasure washes over the blonde as he smirks at their viewer.

Atsumu takes his free hand and slides it up Sakusas thigh, between his open legs, and cups his hard on - bulge pulsing against his pressing thumb. Sakusa whines into Atsumus neck - which he's sure is littered with hickeys at this point, and raises his hips to meet Atsumus hand.

Sakusa nips at Atsumus neck needily, quiet moans whispered into his ear as Atsumu never breaks eye contact with their audience. His smirk is loud as the man huffs in annoyance and marches out of the bar, barking profanities as he does.

Was it a petty move? Sure. Was it worth it?

Absolutely.

Atsumu turns his head, lips meeting with Sakusas eager mouth. Their tongues slide against each other hurriedly; Sakusas ass grinding with need.

"'sumu," Sakusa whines. "Touch me, please."

"I can't, baby," Atsumu responds through a groan, hand sliding away.

"Please," Sakusa cries. Atsumu feels his cock twitch. Omi sounds so desperate - all for /his/ cock.

"Fuck," Atsumu whispers, looking around the bar. Most were paying them no mind; at a gay bar like this, it wasn't uncommon to see grinding bodies and heated make outs sessions.

Fucking each other in public though? That's not something Atsumu is sure he's willing to be the first person to try. Turning to look at the bartender, Atsumu calls through a strained voice, "Check please!" Within minutes, the duo are rushing out of the building and into their car

They only make it a few streets down before Atsumu is pulling into an dark alleyway and turning off the engine and dousing the lights. How could he? It's absolutely filthy hearing Omi slurp at his cock as he tries to drive. Omi wi his head between his legs and lips stretched wide

"Get yer ass over here," Atsumu moans, ripping off Sakusas seatbelt and pulling him onto his body. "Lemme fuck you already."

"/Yes, please/," Sakusa whines, breath heavy with arousal.

It was a tight fit but before long, Sakusa was sinking down onto Atsumus cock, ready to ride

The car rocks with Atsumus thrusts. The windows grow foggy as their pants fill the air. Sakusas hand nearly slips from it's grip against the window on a particularly rough thrust from Atsumu - a pornographic moan falling from his mouth.

Profanities are swapped between the two as they inch closer and closer to their orgasms. It's when Atsumu grunts out a "Fuck, Omi, yer such a whore for my cock, aren't ya?" that Sakusas cock twitches and sends spurts of come all across Atsumus dress shirt.

Atsumu watches in fond amazement as Sakusas face contorts into something of pleasure as he rides out his high - cheeks pink with heat and the exhaustion of sex. When he comes back to, Sakusa leans down and cups Atsumus face, trapping his lips in a sweet kiss as he rocks his hips.

"Fill my tight hole with your cum, Atsumu," he murmurs between kisses. Atsumu lets out a strangled moan as his thrusts falter and his cock releases into Sakusas body. Sakusa has a tight grip on blonde locks as he mercilessly milks Atsumu for all he's worth.

"Good boy."

They slump against each other as they come down, bodies slick with sweat and hair matted against their foreheads.

“God fucking damn it,” Sakusa groans.

“What?”

“Suits are a pain in the ass to wash. It’s gonna be a bitch to take out the cum stains from your shirt.”

Atsumu is silent for a few moments before he bursts out laughing. Sakusa pulls away, cheek puffed out with a pout. “What? It’s true!”

“We can just buy another one, Omi,” Atsumu says fondly. “The biggest issue here is how to avoid you leaking onto our seats.”

“I could just be your cockwarmer the whole ride home,” Sakusa says sweetly. Atsumu smirks.

“As much as we would both love that, I don’t wanna risk us getting into an accident.” Atsumu runs a hand through his hair. “Just sit on yer jacket. We can wash it as soon as we get home.”

“Okay but,” Sakusa murmurs, gripping my Atsumus chin tightly. “I want a round two when we get home.”

Atsumu pinches Sakusas ass and grins.

“Anythin’ to get ya on my cock again.”

~Fin~