Day 8: Part 2

The walk back to Sakusa's dorm room was quiet. They were both feeling a little embarrassed and took turns stealing glances at each other and smiling sheepishly. When they arrived back at Kiyoomi's dorm, the awkwardness kicked up a notch. Sakusa couldn't believe what was happening. Atsumu liked him back? It was just too much. And they had touched and it felt okay, nice even. He felt like a giddy school girl and had to try to keep his excitement contained but it threatened to burst out of his chest.

He hoped his voice sounded normal when he asked, "Can I ask you how long you've felt this way?"

Atsumu smiled that lopsided grin. "For the last few days. Being so close to you... well, ya know."

Sakusa nodded as Atsumu asked, "How long for you?"

Sakusa looked away, embarrassed. "A few months maybe." He was sure his face was beet red.

Atsumu noticed and said softly, "Don't be embarrassed, Omi-kun."

Sakusa peered at his friend, his crush, and thought how sweet he had been acting. His heart swelled with affection. It was almost too much so he looked away again.

Atsumu must have noticed his discomfort so he said, "Let's sit down and talk. Do ya want to hold hands?"

"Okay," answered Kiyoomi. They sat side by side on Sakusa's bed and Atsumu reached over to entwine his fingers with Omi's. Kiyoomi realized that holding hands with Atsumu felt fine, normal even and he smiled a little.

"What?" asked Atsumu.

Kiyoomi looked up, his dark eyes sparkling. "You. You make me feel … normal."

Atsumu was touched. "Ya are normal, Omi-omi." He looked like he meant it, so much so that Kiyoomi almost believed him. Again, the breath swelled in his chest as he thought how sweet Atsumu could be.

"Can I kiss you again? Please?"

"Sure. Ya don't have to ask, ya know?" Sakusa looked embarrassed again, but still managed to lean over to place a kiss on Atsumu's soft lips. He pulled back slightly and looked into Atsumu's brown eyes. They were so beautiful. He was so beautiful.

"You're beautiful," he said softly. It was Atsumu's turn to blush. He looked away briefly and then back. His looked from Sakusa's dark brown eyes to his lips and back and then Atsumu was leaning in for a kiss. This time, however, he applied a little more pressure and though Sakusa was a bit surprised, he discovered he liked it. He seemed to like Atsumu touching him regardless of where and how, he admitted to himself. Yes, he had it bad for the setter and it was okay because his setter liked him back.

Kiyoomi was just getting used to the sensation and the rhythm of Atsumu's lips when the blond gently bit his lip. Sakusa was a bit startled, but more importantly, he felt a twinge of something… excitement? Shit. That was … interesting. He pulled back to look at the setter.

"Did ya not like that?" Atsumu asked.

"No. I mean, I didn't not like it. I mean, I liked it," he replied with a nervous smile.

"Can I use my tongue?"

Sakusa was a bit taken aback. Germs, his brain screamed at him but his body seemed to saying "oh yeah, let's do that."

He went with his body because his brain was an annoying thing to live with. "Okay," he agreed.

Atsumu reached up with his hand and fingered at the short hair at Kiyoomi's neck for a moment before pulling him in closer. It wasn't exactly rough, but it wasn't gentle either and again the feeling of excitement rushed through Sakusa. The feeling of Atsumu's tongue dancing in his mouth was so foreign but he realized with surprise that it felt really good, and it was causing his body to react in all kinds of strange ways. It occurred to him that he wanted to pull Atsumu closer, to feel his body pressed to his. It felt important, urgent even, to be closer.

He went with his instincts, foreign as they were, and dragged his lover down on the bed without breaking the kiss. They were lying side by side and Kiyoomi reached a hand around Atsumu's back and drew him in closer. They were now pressed together, chest to chest and Sakusa was drowning in sensations. How could this feel so good? Damn.

They stayed that way for a while, exploring with their tongues, biting lips in teasing, holding each other close. Kiyoomi had forgotten all about any reservations his brain had had because the feel of Atsumu's touch was doing something strange to him. It was making him forget how to think and worry about anything. It was demanding that Kiyoomi focus only on feeling. It was so intense, he broke the kiss for a moment and pulled back to look at his setter.

"Okay?" asked Atsumu, concerned something was wrong.

"Yes. It just feels good."

Atsumu smirked in that arrogant way he had. "Good. That's the point." He closed the distance between them and resumed their makeout session. Feeling bold and betting Sakusa could handle it given his recent words, Atsumu reached under Kiyoomi's t-shirt and began to tentatively run his hand along the hard contours of the spiker's back. He thought he heard a soft moan which only egged him on more. He increased the pressure, using the hand both to caress and to pull his lover closer. Omi-kun was right, it felt so good. Damn, this was headed in a direction that neither was prepared to handle right now.

Atsumu reluctantly pulled away. He was strangely amused at the brief look of irritation on Kiyoomi's face, as if he was annoyed that Atsumu had stopped kissing him. The thought made him smile. He reached up his hand and traced along Kiyoomi's jaw. He needed to stall for a minute, to catch his breath, to reign in his desires. They had to go slowly, he knew.

"So, whaddaya think?" he asked gently.

Kiyoomi blushed a bit. "It's nice. I think I could do this all day." Atsumu chuckled softly. "Yeah, me too."

"Tsumu, does this mean we're … do you want to be boyfriends?"

The uncertainty and vulnerability in Kiyoomi's eyes was too much for Atsumu to bear. He thought fleetingly to himself that he would do anything to erase that look from those beautiful eyes.

"Is that what ya want?"

A brief hesitation. "Yes," answered Kiyoomi.

"Then that's what we are," replied Atsumu. He punctuated his declaration with a brief, hard kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

"Do you think we should tell the team?" asked Sakusa. He looked worried again.

"Do you want to? I want what you want, Omi-omi," he said with a gentle caress of his hand again up and down Kiyoomi's jaw.

"Let's wait a bit," said Sakusa, thinking that he wanted to keep Atsumu to himself for a while. The secret touches and looks, the excitement of having a secret no one else knew.

"Okay, that's fine. Anything you want is fine with me." As Atsumu said the words he realized just how true they were. He was falling hard and fast and it was incredible and amazing.

Sakusa was feeling content. This was way better than he imagined, lying here with his 'boyfriend' touching his face, holding him close. He felt something he couldn't quite identify but the feeling spread a warmth throughout his body and he wondered, Is this what love feels like? If it was, he now knew why people did crazy things for the person they loved.