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kghn (happily dating) rooming together at the olympics & absolutely GOING at it the first night they arrive. unfortunately, the walls are Not That Soundproof. doubly unfortunately, kiyoomi and atsumu (not dating. friends? arguably??) have been given the room next door
kghn (happily dating) rooming together at the olympics & absolutely GOING at it the first night they arrive. unfortunately, the walls are Not That Soundproof. doubly unfortunately, kiyoomi and atsumu (not dating. friends? arguably??) have been given the room next door
omi sitting against the headboard of his bed pretending he can actually focus on his book. atsumu folding a pillow around the back of his head and squashing his ears down. oblivious kghn next door just. having a grand old time. good for them. really, GOOD for them
Eventually 30 minutes turns into 1 hour and omi slams his book shut with an aggravated huff. “do you think if we maybe knocked on their door—“
“they’d just straight up ignore ya,” comes atsumu’s voice, muffled by his pillow sanctuary. “as if ya don’t know that.”
“they’d just straight up ignore ya,” comes atsumu’s voice, muffled by his pillow sanctuary. “as if ya don’t know that.”
“well, do you have a better idea?” omi snaps.
there’s a brief silence, and then atsumu emerges from his pillow earmuffs, eyes glittering.
“as a matter of fact, omi-kun, i think i do.”
omi has seen that look in his eyes before and so far it has a 100% hit rate of being Bad News
there’s a brief silence, and then atsumu emerges from his pillow earmuffs, eyes glittering.
“as a matter of fact, omi-kun, i think i do.”
omi has seen that look in his eyes before and so far it has a 100% hit rate of being Bad News
but he is sleep deprived & desperate so he stays quiet for now.
“omi-omi. have ya ever heard of the phrase ‘fight fire with fire’?”
omi squints at him wordlessly, ready to flame him at a moment’s notice if he elaborates with something stupid. (it is a low bar. very low.)
“omi-omi. have ya ever heard of the phrase ‘fight fire with fire’?”
omi squints at him wordlessly, ready to flame him at a moment’s notice if he elaborates with something stupid. (it is a low bar. very low.)
atsumu just grins at him, scrambles to sit up in his bed, and then opens his mouth and lets out an INCREDIBLY loud, unmistakably lewd moan.
omi stares at him like what. The fuck. Did you just do.
& yet in the silence that follows he realises the Noise
next door has suddenly stopped.
atsumu glances at him triumphantly, and then, looking like he’s trying not to laugh, moans again. “oh, fuck, omi-kun, do that again.”
& yet in the silence that follows he realises the Noise
next door has suddenly stopped.atsumu glances at him triumphantly, and then, looking like he’s trying not to laugh, moans again. “oh, fuck, omi-kun, do that again.”
oh my god. this MORON, holy shit. “are you insane?!” kiyoomi hisses, clutching at his bedsheets like atsumu’s actually about to leap into his bed. “miya! shut up!”
“ugh, i can’t be quiet if you keep doing that,” atsumu groans (Very Loudly), and omi feels his entire face flame.
“ugh, i can’t be quiet if you keep doing that,” atsumu groans (Very Loudly), and omi feels his entire face flame.
then this idiot has the audacity to gesture impatiently in omi’s direction as though telling him to contribute, for god’s sake, it’s a TEAM EFFORT, omi-omi.
kghn: dead silent.
omi glances at the wall, back at atsumu, makes a split-second weigh-up & then squeezes his eyes shut
kghn: dead silent.
omi glances at the wall, back at atsumu, makes a split-second weigh-up & then squeezes his eyes shut
and releases a slightly strangled, extremely embarrassed moan.
atsumu gives him A Look (a decidedly judgmental look) and then responds with his own - far more convincing - whine.
omi blinks rapidly. it sounds both ludicrously exaggerated and. Very real.
atsumu gives him A Look (a decidedly judgmental look) and then responds with his own - far more convincing - whine.
omi blinks rapidly. it sounds both ludicrously exaggerated and. Very real.
atsumu mouths, /say something/, and omi tries not to physically cringe as he says stiltedly, and more towards the wall than atsumu, “...keep - keep going.”
atsumu gapes at him incredulously. they both pause as kghn start speaking next door. they can’t make out the words exactly
atsumu gapes at him incredulously. they both pause as kghn start speaking next door. they can’t make out the words exactly
but there’s clearly some Doubtful Discussion going on. atsumu, alarmed and in a hurry: “ah, fuck, you feel so good!” and now he turns to look eyes with omi, tilts his head in half a challenge as he says at an obnoxious volume—
“i’ve wanted to do this for so long, omi-kun.”
something strange and slightly dangerous flickers in kiyoomi’s gut. he can’t seem to tear his eyes away.
so he doesn’t. instead he hears himself say in the tense silence: “...me too.” and then, louder, “atsumu.”
something strange and slightly dangerous flickers in kiyoomi’s gut. he can’t seem to tear his eyes away.
so he doesn’t. instead he hears himself say in the tense silence: “...me too.” and then, louder, “atsumu.”
hinata gasps dramatically next door. atsumu barely reacts to it. “yeah?” he says breathily, and now for some reason he’s slipping out of his bed, approaching omi’s, and omi watches him a little warily as he comes closer. “prove it, then. fuck me like you really /mean/ it.”
and then he reaches out, knots his fingers into omi’s hair, & tugs sharply.
credit where credit is due—the startled cry it draws out of omi sounds completely authentic, and a smug smirk spreads over atsumu’s lips. “that’s more like it, omi-kun,” he whispers, & omi swallows, hard.
credit where credit is due—the startled cry it draws out of omi sounds completely authentic, and a smug smirk spreads over atsumu’s lips. “that’s more like it, omi-kun,” he whispers, & omi swallows, hard.
just as omi’s starting to wonder whether maybe they’re treading into Ambiguous Territory, there’s hammering on the wall, and then hinata’s voice, sounding both stunned & intrigued: “wait a second, omi-san, atsumu-san – have you guys been hooking up?! since when????”
atsumu doesn’t break eye contact, looking down at omi still sitting cross-legged amongst the sheets, one of atsumu’s hands still tangled in his hair, holding his breath subconsciously.
“yeah, omi-kun,” atsumu says teasingly, keeping his voice low, “since when?”
“yeah, omi-kun,” atsumu says teasingly, keeping his voice low, “since when?”
since tonight, i‘m guessing, kiyoomi thinks a little deliriously, starting to feel like he might have actually fallen asleep after all & is now stuck in some bizarre fever dream. yes—definitely a dream, he tells himself firmly when atsumu’s lips inevitably slot warm against his,
and their pyjamas end up crumpled on the floor far too easily because this is obviously a dream, and—hm—hotel’s provided lube in the drawers because everything works out like that in dreams, right, and when he’s eventually got atsumu gasping hotly into the crook of his neck
it’s just a VERY VIVID SENSORY DREAM. that is ALL. & if he mysteriously wakes up with atsumu still in his bed, well. What of it.
(hinata confronts them @ breakgast the next morning: “did you two really have sex last night to spite us?!”
omi and atsumu both automatically say “no”—
(hinata confronts them @ breakgast the next morning: “did you two really have sex last night to spite us?!”
omi and atsumu both automatically say “no”—
—but it’s not /totally/ clear which bit it is that they’re denying, exactly. but maybe they’ll figure that part out tonight instead.)
// it is 4.24am literally wtaf am i playin at rn 
