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"I don't do kisses," Kiyoomi says at the beginning of his relationship with Atsumu.
Atsumu smiles but it misses the usual mirth. "Okay, no biggie, Omi-Omi."
Somehow, it stings. Kiyoomi doesn't mention it to anyone.
"I don't do kisses," Kiyoomi says at the beginning of his relationship with Atsumu.
Atsumu smiles but it misses the usual mirth. "Okay, no biggie, Omi-Omi."
Somehow, it stings. Kiyoomi doesn't mention it to anyone.
In truth, Kiyoomi never understood kissing. There are countless better ways to tell someone you like them, instead of exchanging bodily fluids. Yet, he can't look away the next time Akaashi picks up Bokuto and their lips meet.
He should find it tactless, really. But he doesn't.
He should find it tactless, really. But he doesn't.
'how does kissing feel like' he asks Google on one of his weak days and reads through paragraphs of romantic bullshit. He should hate this. But he doesn't.
Instead, it awakens something in him, something he can't name. It should frighten him. But it doesn't.
Instead, it awakens something in him, something he can't name. It should frighten him. But it doesn't.
He carries this knowledge with him for a few more weeks, brooding over it until he reaches a conclusion. He'll try kissing, tonight. With Atsumu.
When they get home, the sun has already dipped past the horizon and the street lights are on.
When they get home, the sun has already dipped past the horizon and the street lights are on.
Atsumu plays with their apartment key and Kiyoomi can’t stop staring at the artificial light reflecting in his eyes.
"Seeing something you like?"
Kiyoomi clicks his tongue. “Don’t overestimate yourself.”
Atsumu snickers. "Don’t worry, you keep me in check just nicely."
"Seeing something you like?"
Kiyoomi clicks his tongue. “Don’t overestimate yourself.”
Atsumu snickers. "Don’t worry, you keep me in check just nicely."
Their evening feels normal: Kiyoomi cooks for them (with gloves on, of course) while Atsumu watches Osamu’s new cooking show again while insisting that his cooking is better (it’s not, really).
"Man, this tastes great," Atsumu murmurs between heaping spoons of rice and curry.
"Man, this tastes great," Atsumu murmurs between heaping spoons of rice and curry.
It does something to Kiyoomi, something warm he can’t label. It doesn’t vanish, regardless of what Kiyoomi tries. It’s unnerving. He can’t even finish eating, he gets up with a sigh and leaves a puzzled Atsumu behind.
The bathroom door falls shut loudly, something Kiyoomi normally hates but not today. He leans against the sink, trying to untangle the mess Atsumu put him in, yet again.
"I’m disappointed in you," he tells his reflection in the big mirror above the sink. It stares back, mutely.
"I’m disappointed in you," he tells his reflection in the big mirror above the sink. It stares back, mutely.
Does this warmth mean something? He has experienced something similar, a tingle shooting through his veins when Atsumu and he spend time alone and Atsumu laughs his real laugh-
But this is different. This is new. And Kiyoomi doesn’t like new things.
But this is different. This is new. And Kiyoomi doesn’t like new things.
It’s when they lay down in their bed later that day that Kiyoomi chooses to act on it. "I want to try kissing."
Atsumu, who has been reading something makes an unintelligent noise and drops his phone on his face. Kiyoomi isn’t entirely sure if he still wants to kiss that man.
Atsumu, who has been reading something makes an unintelligent noise and drops his phone on his face. Kiyoomi isn’t entirely sure if he still wants to kiss that man.
"You can’t just say things like that!"
Kiyoomi looks up at the ceiling. "Nevermind."
"Wait!" Atsumu squeals and shuffles closer. Kiyoomi doesn’t react until Atsumu makes a questioning noise. His hand hovers over Kiyoomi’s shoulder and Kiyoomi nods.
Kiyoomi looks up at the ceiling. "Nevermind."
"Wait!" Atsumu squeals and shuffles closer. Kiyoomi doesn’t react until Atsumu makes a questioning noise. His hand hovers over Kiyoomi’s shoulder and Kiyoomi nods.
When it lays down on his shoulder, the warmth pulsates.
"I don’t wanna force you into anything, but not gonna lie, I’d love to kiss you."
Somehow, this makes the warmth pulsate even more. Kiyoomi doesn’t find himself hating it at all.
"I don’t wanna force you into anything, but not gonna lie, I’d love to kiss you."
Somehow, this makes the warmth pulsate even more. Kiyoomi doesn’t find himself hating it at all.
"Well then," he says and leans over. Atsumu stutters something but Kiyoomi interrupts him with his lips.
Atsumu has soft lips, they’re pleasant, even. But it doesn’t make the warmth disappear, instead, it gets a bit more intense.
Atsumu has soft lips, they’re pleasant, even. But it doesn’t make the warmth disappear, instead, it gets a bit more intense.
Atsumu’s eyes are wide in shock and Kiyoomi stares right into them. This isn’t how kisses should feel.
Atsumu doesn’t say anything when Kiyoomi pulls back. His eyes are huge and Kiyoomi wonders if kisses can break people.
Atsumu doesn’t say anything when Kiyoomi pulls back. His eyes are huge and Kiyoomi wonders if kisses can break people.
"Uhm," Atsumu stutters and puts a finger on his lips, tracing their seams as if he has to check if this really happened.
"This was disappointing," Kiyoomi concludes and attempts to lie down again but Atsumu’s shriek stops him.
"Wait, we haven’t even done it right!"
"This was disappointing," Kiyoomi concludes and attempts to lie down again but Atsumu’s shriek stops him.
"Wait, we haven’t even done it right!"
Kiyoomi raises his eyebrows. "How do you kiss someone right?"
Atsumu smiles, and the warmth becomes a boiling heat. "Well," he says and his hand wanders across Kiyoomi’s neck up to his cheek. The heat curls around Kiyoomi’s heart.
Atsumu smiles, and the warmth becomes a boiling heat. "Well," he says and his hand wanders across Kiyoomi’s neck up to his cheek. The heat curls around Kiyoomi’s heart.
"First, you need to put everyone involved in the right mood."
Atsumu’s eyelids dip down and Kiyoomi swallows. He's like the sun and Kiyoomi is the horizon, ready to embrace him.
"Second," Atsumu murmurs and strokes Kiyoomi’s cheek. "You have to be prepared."
Atsumu’s eyelids dip down and Kiyoomi swallows. He's like the sun and Kiyoomi is the horizon, ready to embrace him.
"Second," Atsumu murmurs and strokes Kiyoomi’s cheek. "You have to be prepared."
He smacks his lips against each other until they’re shining. Kiyoomi should find this outrageous but the heat is consuming him alive.
Atsumu is close enough for Kiyoomi to feel his breath on his lips. "Oh, and before I forget," he whispers, "You have to ask for consent."
Atsumu is close enough for Kiyoomi to feel his breath on his lips. "Oh, and before I forget," he whispers, "You have to ask for consent."
Kiyoomi shivers when Atsumu’s smile turns into a smirk. “Do you want me to kiss you, Kiyoomi?”
The heat turns into an inferno that’s consuming the entirety of Kiyoomi’s body. He feels the heat creeping up his neck as he forces himself to stare into Atsumu’s deep eyes.
The heat turns into an inferno that’s consuming the entirety of Kiyoomi’s body. He feels the heat creeping up his neck as he forces himself to stare into Atsumu’s deep eyes.
He licks his lips and Atsumu’s breath makes them tingle. He nods and Atsumu hums. "That’s good,” he breathes and sinks down. "Close your eyes."
Kiyoomi follows, against all odds, and when Atsumu’s lips lay down on his, his fingers start trembling and his heart thunders against his ribcage.
Atsumu hums and it vibrates against his lips, making Kiyoomi gasp.
Atsumu hums and it vibrates against his lips, making Kiyoomi gasp.
It’s hot and too close, but Kiyoomi loves it, loves how Atsumu’s breath mingles with his and how his weight presses down on his. He buries his hands in Atsumu’s white sleeping shirt and tugs him closer.
"You like that?" Atsumu mumbles when they separate and Kiyoomi nods, breathless. A chuckle vibrates through Atsumu’s chest and Kiyoomi shivers. "We can keep doing that, do you want that?"
"Yeah," Kiyoomi breathes, and Atsumu smiles.
"My pleasure."
"Yeah," Kiyoomi breathes, and Atsumu smiles.
"My pleasure."
