Day 9

The next day the two boyfriends decided to go to a restaurant after practice. Atsumu said it should be like a date, so they both went back to their respective dorms to change clothes and met outside Sakusa's dorm at seven o'clock.

Atsumu was wearing tight-fitting dark wash blue jeans with a white t-shirt and a faded denim jacket. Sakusa watched him approach and thought that he looked amazing in the outfit. His hair was blowing a little in the wind and when he saw Kiyoomi, he gave him that megawatt smile. Sakusa blushed a little and reminded himself, That's my boyfriend!

Atsumu came to a halt in front of Kiyoomi, still smiling. "Hey, Omi-kun. All ready to go?" He took in Sakusa's appearance and was, he hated to admit, a bit turned on. Kiyoomi had on black jeans that hugged his ass tightly (nice view, geez) and a fitted beige henley that strained over the muscles of his biceps and shoulders. Shit, thought Atsumu, he is fucking hot. Reluctantly he tore his gaze from all that muscle and looked up to his boyfriend's eyes. He could swear Omi-kun was smirking. Did he just notice me checking him out? Oh, shit.

Atsumu cleared his throat. "It's this way," he gestured and they began to walk the short distance to the restaurant. When they were off campus and the people began to look less like college students, Atsumu figured it was safe to hold hands. Kiyoomi was a little surprised, but happy, when Atsumu grabbed his hand.

Their date at the restaurant was fine. Sakusa had loosened up so much around Atsumu now that he wasn't so self-conscious and they had a great night talking about volleyball, their team, and everything else. They also might have been a little flirtatious at times. It was a good date. When they were done eating, they walked back to campus.

They stopped in front of Kiyoomi's dorm, no longer holding hands and feeling a bit awkward. "Do you want to come up?" Omi-kun asked. Atsumu just smiled and nodded. Truth be told he had been dying to touch his boyfriend all night. He wondered if Kiyoomi wore those clothes just to tempt him, but he wasn't sure the spiker was sly enough to do it.

When they entered Sakusa's dorm room, they took off their shoes and Atsumu hung up his jacket on the back of a chair.

Sakusa asked, "Want to watch a movie or something?"

"Sure," answered Atsumu. They picked out something to stream and sat side by side on Kiyoomi's bed with their backs against the headboard. Sakusa grabbed Atsumu's hand and held it without asking, making the setter proud.

"Yer doing really good, Omi-omi." He smiled reassuringly. Again, he could see Omi's eyes sparkle with warmth when he praised him and made a mental note to do that often so he could see that look in his boyfriend's eyes.

It wasn't lost on either of them that they had been in this position several days ago before they confessed. How far they'd come in a few days, thought Atsumu. How far Omi-kun had come in a little over a week.

The movie was interesting so they watched it through without much discussion or conversation. Sakusa was a bit distracted when Atsumu gently caressed a thumb up against the palm of his hand. Why did it feel like his skin was on fire everywhere that Atsumu touched? He craved that feeling, wanted to feel it all over. He was ready for the next step.

"Tsumu?" Atsumu turned his head at Kiyoomi's question.

"Yeah?"

"Come here," demanded Sakusa gently. Atsumu smirked that cute smirk of his and leaned in for a kiss. Soon they were in a full out makeout session, the movie long forgotten. Atsumu was getting a bit carried away and forgot to be gentle. He worked his kisses and soft bites down Omi's neck and settled by his collarbone. He heard the spiker inhale sharply and smiled while sucking a love bite right there.

"Do ya like that Omi?" he asked teasingly.

"Ye.. Yes," stuttered Kiyoomi. He was frankly overwhelmed with the sensations and wasn't quite sure how to handle them. He wanted Atsumu so badly, wanted his hands and mouth everywhere. He startled himself with the intensity of his desire.

While Atsumu was still sucking a hickey on his neck, Kiyoomi grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him up to his mouth for a wet, sloppy kiss. He was totally used to tongues now and he wasn't ashamed to admit he liked it. As long as it was 'Tsumu. He grew bold after a minute and decided to return the favor, tentatively placing kisses and soft bites across Atsumu's jaw and down his neck. He heard his boyfriend take in a quick breath and was encouraged that he was doing something right. It was a heady feeling, to be able to affect someone like that, to make them lose control a little. He was lightheaded thinking about it.

Sakusa was getting more bold by the minute and dragged his boyfriend down so he was lying on his back on the bed. Kiyoomi was propped up on one elbow and half leaning over Atsumu. They were still making out frantically when Atsumu reached behind Omi's back and grabbed at his ass. Omi couldn't help it, he moaned into the setter's mouth, which he then felt smile against his own. Atsumu broke the kiss, still palming his ass.

"Ya like this, huh, Omi-omi?" He squeezed again and was pleased to see Omi's eyes darken with desire. Oh yeah, he liked it for sure. More heated kisses, more groping, then Atsumu wanted Omi below him and pushed him onto his back, half over him. His hand wandered over one amazing bicep, to the bunched muscles of his shoulder, down across his pecs and to his abdomen. All hard surfaces and deep crevices. It made Atsumu want more. So much more. But shit, he couldn't. He was about to pull away when Omi grabbed his ass, trapping him in place and making him moan softly. Some semblance of thought told Atsumu he was lost.

"Shit, Omi," he said between kisses. "I like that," he managed. It was Omi's turn to smile into the kiss.

Atsumu was feeling like he needed to breathe, so he reluctantly broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Omi's. They were both breathing a little hard, and Atsumu was trying to muster some self-control. He was trying to go slow, but fuck, it was hard. He stayed there a minute when Kiyoomi asked "What is it?"

Atsumu pulled back to look into eyes dark as the midnight sky. "I … I'm trying to go slow." Omi-kun had the nerve to smile. He was again enjoying the power he just realized he had over his boyfriend. The desire, the wanting was intense, but he also knew he wanted to go slow. He didn't want to go too far too fast in case that made him freak out a little. So he grudgingly agreed.

"Probably … maybe …" he began but Atsumu finished for him. "I should probably go. We've got class tomorrow mornin' and it's gettin' late."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Atsumu placed one last hard, fast kiss on Omi's lips and unenthusiastically got up from the bed. He was still tingly all over and hated the thought of leaving, but he knew he had to for more than one reason. He got his jacket and shoes on as Kiyoomi walked to the door to let him out. One more quick kiss and Atsumu was gone.