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Twenty—Six

FIVE YEARS LATER

“Omi, where’dya put my tie,” Atsumu shouts from down the hallway.

Kiyoomi sighs heavily as he packages the food into a container.

“It’s in the closet,” Kiyoomi answers.

“It ain’t! I’ve checked!”

More than irritated, Kiyoomi snaps the lid shut before stalking down the hallway. He saunters into their bedroom, crossing the length of the room to the closet. He slides the door open and unhooks the tie from where Atsumu put it yesterday after it was cleaned.

“You checked?” Kiyoomi seethes as he holds the tie out for Atsumu.

“That’s not where I usually keep it,” Atsumu replies as he grabs the tie and starts the process of tying it.

He’s dressed handsomely in a designer suit the clings to his body in all the right places. Even as irritated as Kiyoomi is, he can’t deny the hold Atsumu has on him. It was only an hour ago that Atsumu was pounding into him like there was no tomorrow, Kiyoomi’s knees by his ears and bruises lining the underside of his thighs from Atsumu’s tight grip. It’s Atsumu’s favorite position because of how easily he can hit Kiyoomi’s prostrate, making him cum over and over and over and over again. It’s a miracle Kiyoomi’s standing at the moment.

“You were the one who placed it there,” Kiyoomi grumbles.

“Cut me some slack, I’m nervous,” Atsumu purrs as he wraps his arms around Kiyoomi’s waist and buries his face in the crook on Kiyoomi’s neck.

“We don’t have to go.”

“Yes, we do. Yer mah kept the party small, only invitin’ people who know yer in a same sex relationship. She’s lettin’ me attend a party for the first time ever. We’re goin’.”

Kiyoomi smiles as he hugs Atsumu back. It’s a pretty big deal that his mother extended a plus one to Kiyoomi for her Lunar New Years party. She still hasn’t approved of Miya Atsumu for Sakusa Kiyoomi, but he knows she approves of the way Atsumu treats her son. He knows she approves because she sends Atsumu food every holiday, forces the two of them to go out to dinner with her once a quarter, and she’s finally started calling him Miya-kun instead of Miya-san.

It’s been a bumpy, torturous road these past five years, but she hasn’t interfered ever since that big blow up the three of them had three years into their official relationship. She may never fully approve of Atsumu, but Kiyoomi doesn’t care. He’s head over heels in love with Atsumu and only death will tear them apart from each other.

“C’mon, we better hurry. Don’t wanna be late,” Atsumu says as he pulls away from Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi acts without hesitation, grabbing Atsumu by the face and kissing him tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Omi-Omi,” Atsumu breathes into him, arms snaking back around his waist as he pushes his hips against Kiyoomi’s. “Now let’s go. We show up late, yer mah’s never invitin’ me again.”

Kiyoomi can’t help but tease him as he says rather sensually, “Even if I want you to fuck my mouth so my voice is raw for when we get there?”

“Omi,” Atsumu moans, hands gripping Kiyoomi’s biceps as his head dips forward and he bends at the waist, resting his forehead on Kiyoomi’s chest. “Why ya doin’ this to me? We need to go.”

“You don’t want to ram your cock down my throat, mess me up, make me cry and gag real good?”

“Fuuuuu,” the rest of the word dies on his lips, his fingers digging tight into Kiyoomi’s bicep. “Yer a real ass.”

Kiyoomi chuckles. “Hard already?”

“‘Course I’m hard. My husband is askin’ me to fuck him up real good and he looks sexy as fuck right now.”

Atsumu started calling Kiyoomi his husband six months ago after they had a very long discussion about what they wanted their future to look like. Seeing as they can’t legally marry in Japan, Atsumu instead threw a little party with their friends and family to announce their declaration of love. It was a complete surprise to Kiyoomi. He was embarrassed beyond belief and refused to do any sort of vows or public displays of affection. But he did accept the ring Atsumu prepared and wears it proudly every day. It’s a simple black silicone one that he can easily clean at the end of the every day. Atsumu put a lot of thought into it and every day Kiyoomi looks at the ring, he falls even more in love with the blonde.

Kiyoomi drops to his knees and stares up at Atsumu with lust filled eyes. “What are you waiting for then?”

Atsumu’s hanging on by a thread and by some grace of god, he tears himself away from Kiyoomi and stalks towards the exit of their bedroom. “We’re leavin’.”

He says nothing else as he stomps down the hallway and Kiyoomi can’t help but chuckle to himself. He’s mildly offended Atsumu is prioritizing his mother over intimacy, but he can’t deny the importance of tonight’s party.

“Omi! Let’s go!”

“I’ll be ready in five.”

“Yer mah’s really warmed up to me,” Atsumu says as he plops down in the chair beside Kiyoomi.

“Mm?”

“Yeah, she was talkin’ to me ‘bout work, ‘bout the contract we got with her hospital and the products they received.”

“All good things, I hope.”

“She complimented the product but complained about the sales rep,” Atsumu says with a laugh and Kiyoomi rolls his eyes at his mother’s jab. Atsumu’s the sales rep on that contract. “But the fact that she was even talkin’ ‘bout it in the first place is a big deal.”

“Yes it is. Congratulations,” Kiyoomi says before sipping his cocktail. “Can we get out of here now?”

Atsumu whirls around, eyes wide as he nearly shouts, “What? No!”

“We’ve done plenty of mingling and socializing. The entree has been served. We’ve stayed past what is socially acceptable.”

“Omi, we can’t be the first ones to leave. What’ll that say to yer mah?”

“She knows we’re spending the rest of the Lunar New Year with your family. She’ll understand why we left early.”

“We ain’t leavin’ til tomorrow mornin’ an’ she knows that,” Atsumu deadpans.

Kiyoomi sighs heavily before downing the rest of his drink. Irritated, he mutters darkly, “You should’ve fucked my voice raw then.”

“Ya poutin’ right now, Omi-Omi,” Atsumu laughs as he rubs Kiyoomi’s thigh.

“I’m done socializing,” he answers plainly, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back against his chair.

“I’m just gettin’ started.”

“I know. That’s what I find so frustrating.”

Atsumu leans over, his hand gripping the back of Kiyoomi’s neck as he whispers into his ear, “Ya want me to fuck yer voice raw so badly, let’s step out to the car for a bit.”

“Miya,” Kiyoomi hisses as he whirls around on him.

“If ya don’t wanna, just sit ‘ere lookin’ pretty and let me enjoy the night, ok?”

“Fine. Car. Now,” Kiyoomi demands as he rises up from the chair.

Atsumu’s mouth drops in utter surprise. He never in a million years thought Kiyoomi would agree to such a thing. But Atsumu’s the idiot who volunteered the car as an option. Their car. The one that’s kept meticulously clean with leather seats instead of cloth strictly so Kiyoomi can bleach them down. Not only that, but Kiyoomi’s rather drunk right now. Not drunk enough to say yes to a public bathroom, but definitely drunk enough to enjoy sex in their very clean car.

“Let’s go, Miya,” Kiyoomi orders as he starts to walk away.

“Wait! Yer bluffin’. Ya gotta be.”

“I’m not. Were you,” he asks as he turns around to stare at Atsumu.

There’s a second of hesitation before something snaps inside Atsumu. His gaze darkens and he rises from his seat. “No. I wasn’t. Let’s go.”

Kiyoomi stops by the party planner on his way out. “If my mother asks where I am, please tell her I’ve stepped out for some fresh air. I should be back within twenty minutes.”

“Thirty,” Atsumu corrects.

She nods her head and they exit the venue. They quietly take the elevator down to the parking garage. Atsumu’s steps are hurried as he fiddles with the keys in his hand while Kiyoomi walks about three paces behind him. He wonders if anyone were to see them if they’d think the two of them just got into a fight. Atsumu has a bad habit of looking pissed off when he’s overly horny, like he’s infuriated at the raging boner in his pants. It always makes Kiyoomi laugh when he catches the expression in public, especially when someone asks Atsumu what’s wrong and the blonde doesn’t know how to answer.

Because of that, Kiyoomi’s not worried about anyone seeing them. If anything, whoever sees them will rush back to the party with hot gossip about the uncivilized blonde being stark raving mad at Sakusa Kiyoomi. No one will suspect that Kiyoomi asked to be fucked in the mouth or that Atsumu is too horny of a person to say no to such a ludicrous demand.

Atsumu unlocks the car before swinging the back door wide open. “Get in,” he orders darkly and Kiyoomi complies as he crawls into the backseat.

They don’t have a car meant for this. It’s not an SUV or even a hybrid. It’s a four door sedan. There’s no space to spread out and Kiyoomi wonders how they’re going to pull this one off.

Atsumu walks around the front of the car to the front passenger side and pulls the car seat forward.

“Lay down,” he orders as the front passenger seat slides as far forward as it can go. “On yer side, facing the front, head behind this seat.”

Kiyoomi does as he’s instructed, wholly trusting in Atsumu’s horniness to figure this out. The front door slams shut and Atsumu walks around back again. He crawls into the car at Kiyoomi’s feet, closing the door behind him as he shuffles forward towards Kiyoomi’s head at the other end.

Since the passenger front seat is pushed all the forward, Atsumu has some wiggle room as he kneels on his left knee. He rests his right knee on the seat Kiyoomi’s on and unzips his pants before whipping out his cock. It’s fully erect, a little precum dribbling out the tip as Atsumu’s eyes study the tight space.

“Yer gonna have to move down a bit,” Atsumu says. “Line yer face up with my cock.”

Kiyoomi does as instructed, making sure to stay laying on his shoulder as he bends his legs against the door.

“Imma hold yer head in place, Omi. Fuckin’ hit me if it’s too much,” Atsumu orders as he reaches forward, his fingers threading through Kiyoomi’s curly hair. “Open yer mouth.”

Kiyoomi parts his lips, a sudden thrill flashing through him at the realization that Atsumu’s going to fuck his mouth publicly in a parking garage. Kiyoomi never imagined he’d be into this kind of thing. Their windows aren’t tinted. The parking garage is well lit. They’re parked towards the back but the parking garage is full; there are cars on either side of their car. If anyone where to walk by or even get into a car parked next to them, they’d see what is going on on the backseat.

It’s enough to make Kiyoomi regret his decision yet he can’t deny the excitement pulsing through him as Atsumu pushes his cock all the way back against Kiyoomi’s throat.

“I’m gonna do this fast an’ quick,” Atsumu says as he pulls out and stops to repeat himself. “Hit me if it’s too much.”

Kiyoomi nods his head, adjusting himself slightly for a better angle so Atsumu’s cock can penetrate further. Atsumu’s hands grip Kiyoomi’s head tightly enough that it hurts a little bit. But he doesn’t pay much attention to it as soon as Atsumu begins pounding him in the mouth. Kiyoomi watches Atsumu’s face as best he can, how it morphs into such intense pleasure that he genuinely looks mad. He’s huffing as he thrusts, beads of sweat dripping down his neck. He’s fully clothed, having only unzipped his pants enough to remove his dick from the confines of his boxer briefs.

Kiyoomi’s hand grips the car seat to help hold himself in place. His vision blurs and it becomes difficult to breathe. He’s tempted to gag a couple of times but manages to quell the urge. He revels in the labored breaths of Atsumu, in the heat and stiffness of Atsumu’s cock, in how much pleasure Atsumu is in. It makes Kiyoomi dripping wet and he yearns for that release. But any attempts of creating friction for his own cock messes up Atsumu’s rhythm so he stays in place.

“Fuck,” Atsumu breathes before pulling his dick out of Kiyoomi’s mouth.

“What,” Kiyoomi asks as he props up on an elbow, watching Atsumu dig through the car console.

“Put this on,” Atsumu orders as he whips around to hand Kiyoomi a foil packet.

“A condom?”

Atsumu doesn’t say anything as he finishes putting his own condom on. A moment later, he’s pulling down Kiyoomi’s pants to his knees and sliding the condom on Kiyoomi’s erection.

“What are you-”

The words die on Kiyoomi’s lips as Atsumu shoves him back down on the seat, though this time on his stomach. The buzz Kiyoomi’s feeling makes his brain a little slow and he barely has enough time to process the change of pace as Atsumu slides his lubed cock into Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi moans loud, hips automatically lifting up to help Atsumu rub the prostrate.

“Yes,” Kiyoomi breathes out, realizing this is what he’s been missing since getting into the car.

“Brace yerself,” Atsumu orders and Kiyoomi plasters his hands against the car door to prevent him from sliding on the leather.

Atsumu shifts a little in his spot before he starts thrusting. The confines of the car prevent Atsumu from going all out, but Kiyoomi can hardly tell. He’s too drunk and too horny. Atsumu’s rough, calloused hand grabs Kiyoomi’s right butt cheek hard enough to hurt as he pulls the cheek away from Kiyoomi’s hole.

“Fuck Omi, yer swallowin’ me up,” Atsumu says through panting breaths, his other hand grabbing the other cheek and pulling it out. “This fuckin’ ass, god damn.”

Kiyoomi whimpers, the compliments washing down on him better than an orgasm.

“My cock’s slidin’ in real nice, Omi. Ya’ve made a good home for it. I could watch my dick disappear inside ya all day.”

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi moans, fingers digging into the hard surface of the car door.

“Yer so good at satisfyin’ my needs. I think ‘bout fuckin’ ya all day long, yer that good, Omi.”

“Fuck,” Kiyoomi breathes out, his body tightening as he nears his orgasm.

Atsumu knows him too well. Knows all the right things to say, knows all the tell tale signs Kiyoomi’s approaching an orgasm, knows how to flip the switch and drive everything home.

“I only want yer hole. No other pussy or ass can satisfy Miya Atsumu ever again. Ya’ve ruined me, Kiyoomi.”

Atsumu thrusts as hard as he can in the confined space of the car, his hips smacking against Kiyoomi’s ass until their both moaning and cumming. Atsumu slumps onto Kiyoomi as they come down from their high and it’s in this moment that Kiyoomi can’t believe he’s had sex in a car. That is so unlike him. What the hell was he thinking? It’s so unsanitary. At least Atsumu had enough awareness to have Kiyoomi put on a condom, but the lube from the condom is now plastered against the seat of the car.

Fuck, he thinks as he rests his head on his forearms. He’ll have to clean the car as soon as they get home. Atsumu will try to convince him to leave it until tomorrow morning, but there’s no way in hell he’s going to wait that long. That means he’ll have to tack on another hour after they get home before he can go inside to wash up for the night. He’s not even sure when they’re going to leave this stupid party. The idea of the car sitting in the parking lot uncleaned for the rest of their evening makes Kiyoomi cringe.

Atsumu slowly peels himself off Kiyoomi, his dick sliding out easily.

“Lemme say goodbye to yer family, then I’ll take ya home,” Atsumu says as he pulls off the condom.

“What?”

“I wasn’t under any delusions when I followed ya out ‘ere, Omi-Omi,” Atsumu laughs. “There’s no way we’re goin’ back to that party. I’ll go say goodbye to everyone and take ya home.”

“Miya…” he trails off, not sure what to say.

On the one hand, he’s elated. On the other hand, he feels like such an asshole. Atsumu has been looking forward to this party ever since they received the invite. He feels bad they’re leaving early because Kiyoomi essentially threw a tantrum.

“If you knew, why did you agree to leave the party? You’ve been looking forward to this party for weeks.”

“Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Ya think I’d pass up an opportunity to fuck ya in the car? Omi, I’m offended! Do ya not know me?! It’s on my bucket list!”

Kiyoomi whirls around and punches Atsumu hard on the thigh, no longer feeling sorry for Atsumu and instead feeling like he’s been manipulated. “Asshole.”

Atsumu laughs as he moves out of the way so Kiyoomi can sort of clean himself up. “Am I? I wasn’t the one who proposed the deal, Omi-Omi. How ya gonna get mad at me for that?”

He’s right and Kiyoomi hates that. He rolls his eyes as he cleans himself as best he can. A displeased expression crosses his features as he slips his underwear and pants back on. He can feel the lube wetting his underwear despite how thoroughly he wiped himself.

Atsumu leans forward, quickly kissing Kiyoomi. “I’ll be right back.”

He exits the car and Kiyoomi grabs bleach wipes from the glove compartment before wiping down the backseat. It’s not the deep clean the car needs, but it’ll help ease Kiyoomi’s anxiety on the car ride home.

He’s not sure how much time has passed before Atsumu comes back.

“Ya ready to head home,” Atsumu asks as he slides into the driver seat.

“Yes,” Kiyoomi answers as he discards the wipes into a bag, tying it off, and getting into the passenger seat. “Did you see my mother?”

“Mhm. She was with yer dad.”

“What did they say?”

Atsumu says nothing as he reverses the car before making his way up the parking garage to the exit. Kiyoomi attempts to ask again, but Atsumu speaks.

“Just…,” Atsumu trails off before saying, “Happy New Year.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes narrow at the noticeable blush on Atsumu’s face. Even the tips of his ears are red. Is he red from rage? Kiyoomi wouldn’t doubt it. His mother has said numerous passive aggressive and vicious insults about Atsumu to his face over the years.

“Why are you withholding information,” Kiyoomi asks, not at all hiding his irritation.

“‘Cause! It’s only meant for me to hear!”

“Did they insult you? I swear to god, if my parents crossed that line-”

“They didn’t,” Atsumu cuts Kiyoomi off. “I swear to ya, yer parents didn’t say anythin’ bad. Plus, yer mom’s drunk anyway so she probably doesn’t mean what she said, ok?”

Kiyoomi’s eyes narrow upon hearing Atsumu specify his mother saying something. Of course she did. She can’t help herself.

“Atsumu, what did she say?”

He doesn’t miss the slight wince Atsumu makes at hearing his name used in a not so friendly way.

“Did she insult me?”

Honestly, the thought never crossed his mind but with how secretive Atsumu is being, Kiyoomi’s starting to wonder.

“No!”

Atsumu takes a turn at a light and drives onto the ramp to the highway.

“Then what did she say? Why are you keeping it from me?”

“Fine! She said if I ever hurt ya, she’d ruin my name and reputation to the point where I wouldn’t even be able to show my face in the Tokyo prefecture. Followed by ‘welcome to the family, Miya Atsumu.’”

His blush flushes his entire face, his hands stark white as he grips the steering wheel too tight. It takes Kiyoomi a solid thirty seconds before he processes what he’s heard.

“Welcome to the family,” Kiyoomi asks.

“Yeah,” Atsumu grumbles in embarrassment. “She also said I had to start callin’ her once a month on my own so she can make sure I’m not sullying the Sakusa name. Oh and that she enrolled me in etiquette classes. They start in two weeks.”

Kiyoomi bursts out laughing, causing Atsumu’s blush to deepen a darker red.

“She really did welcome you to the family,” Kiyoomi manages to get out between his laughter.

“Yeah, yeah,” Atsumu gripes. “Laugh it up. Pretty soon, though, yer own mah will favor me over you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Kiyoomi hums out, though he truthfully can’t see that ever happening. Who knows? Miracles apparently can happen.

Atsumu may be outgoing and charming, but his kind of personality doesn’t usually work on people like his mother who value their social standing above everything else. Despite all that, she’s finally accepted and recognized their relationship. After five grueling years, she’s accepted Atsumu. It may not be the way he wishes she’d accept Atsumu, but her way is better than not at all.

They exit the highway three exits later and the car comes to a stop at the light at the end of the off ramp. Kiyoomi reaches over to Atsumu, slipping his hand around the back of Atsumu’s neck.

“Hey,” he hums and Atsumu turns his attention to Kiyoomi. “I love you.”

Atsumu beams at him like it’s the first time he’s hearing those words and it causes Kiyoomi’s heart to flutter. “I love you too, Kiyoomi.”

He’ll never tire hearing those words from Miya Atsumu. It’s strange how life works out. It’s crazy how the he man he thought he had no chance in Hell with is now the man he’s spending the rest of his life with. All because five years ago Atsumu invited himself up to Kiyoomi’s apartment for a drink.

“My mother has accepted us as officially dating,” Kiyoomi murmurs in a gentle voice.

Atsumu smiles wide, his gaze turning tender as he grabs Kiyoomi’s hand around his neck and pulls it to his lips. “She did.”

“You know what that means, right?”

“What,” Atsumu asks as he turns his attention back to the road and takes the left turn when the light turns green.

“You can never end this relationship. My mother won’t allow it. You’re stuck with me until you die.”

“Omi-Omi?”

“Mm?”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

Kiyoomi smiles as Atsumu threads his fingers with Kiyoomi’s.

“Me too, Miya. Me too.”