[ When the weekend rolls around, Atsumu can't help but look forward to taking a day off in Tokyo with Tobio. It's been a while since they've seen one another, and more than looking forward to playing some volleyball together, he's actually anticipating the reason behind meeting—the confession. He'd never pegged Tobio for one to have interest in romance, actually, given that he gave off the vibe of someone who cared more about setting and serving than kissing and holding hands. It makes sense, in some ways, that he'd end up with a crush on Atsumu: handsome, yes, but a volleyball player with aspirations for going pro. If anyone was going to understand Tobio and his priorities, it was someone on the same level of ambition.
Sitting on a parking barrier in front of the currently empty training center, Atsumu passes his time waiting by spinning the volleyball he'd brought with him on his fingers, resisting the urge to text Tobio and tease him about getting lost on his way. ]
[ Because today is an important day and Tobio can’t risk turning up late for his meet up (date?) with Atsumu, the dark haired setter finds himself getting closer and closer to his destination with the help of his phone. Well. Mostly, thanks to Sugawara-senpai being on the other end of it, through video call.
Yes, Tobio sought out one of his most trust worthy senpais for help. Though not only for directions, but to help calm his nerves as well. It’s awfully nerve-wracking - meeting up with his crush who’s already very much aware that Tobio likes him. As in like likes him, while Tobio is still painfully uncertain about how the older man truly feels about him… Hopefully this meet up will go well.
Atsumu mentioned that he doesn’t like flowers, so Tobio brought some packed food instead. Tuna and Salmon nigiri. Can’t go wrong with those.
Once Tobio rounds the corner, he spots Atsumu from where he’s standing. Shit. Tobio quickly turns around and bids his senpai on the phone a hasty thank you and goodbye before shoving the device into his pocket. He then turns back around again, squares his shoulders and walks towards the lone figure waiting for him by the nostalgic training center. ]
Atsumu-san. [ Tobio greets with a 90 degree bow. He straightens up and presents his gifts - the food. ] I hope you weren’t waiting for too long… I did my best not to get lost this time.
[ The sound of approaching footsteps draws Atsumu’s attention, and he’s startled though not surprised to see Tobio behaving so stiffly. Even as teenagers, it had been easy to tell that the guy wasn’t very skilled with social interactions—all of his genius had been taken up in volleyball, apparently, with nothing else left over. Still, the formal greeting and presentation of food is adorable if unnecessary, and if Atsumu is anything, he is a whore for attention.
Standing up, he rests the volleyball between a hip and a wrist, glancing at the nigiri but then leveling a steady gaze on Tobio. In all likelihood, he looks like a hungry fox staring down its prey, but he’s not focused on the sushi. ] Hey, no need for formalities, Tobio-kun, what’s with the bow? [ He steps forward to pull Tobio into a one-armed hug, chuckling against his ear as they’re brought close together. ] Nah, I got here early, you did good finding me!
[ Embarrassment washes over Tobio's frame when he's called out for bowing. He just doesn’t know what to do...! Even more-so when he finds himself getting pulled into a one-armed hug — Suddenly, he’s all up in Atsumu’s space, able to feel the older man's warmth. The younger setter stiffens, but quickly melts against Atsumu’s hold. Holy shit, keep it together, Kageyama. It’s just a hug!!
Tobio’s ears turn a bright red as he sputters out his response. ]
I— T-that’s… good…
[ That's good? What? What is he even saying right now.
Tobio swallows nervously as they part, quickly handing Atsumu the nigiri to make sure the older man knows they're specially for him. ] I made these for you… Would you like to eat first?
[ Atsumu can practically feel the heat of Tobio’s face and neck from being so close to him, but he decides not to tease him too much more. The reaction to it is adorable, but he doesn’t want to push him any further out of his comfort zone than he’s probably already stepped just by confessing to Atsumu, let alone coming out to see him. But he can feel the tension in his body melting away, and that’s reassurance enough that he hasn’t already blown this... date? by being an asshole.
Raising an eyebrow as he looks down at the food, he looks back up to Tobio. He’s gotten taller since the last time they’ve seen each other, hasn’t he? ] You made it? Didn’t think you were the cooking type.
[ He nods over to the side where there’s a raised planter where they can sit on the edge together. As he begins to lead the way, he thinks about how likely it is that either of them will be able to come up with conversation about topics other than volleyball—the chances are kind of slim. ] So, how’ve you been? Anything new going on with you?
[ Tobio wouldn’t really call himself the cooking type either, but at the very least, he knows how to feed himself. ] My grandpa taught me how to cook. [ He explains with a small shrug. ] He told me that I shouldn’t rely on waiting for others to do things for me. I should know how to prepare for myself.
[ Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime might not be a direct quote from Tobio’s grandfather but the old man successfully left that type of impression on him.
As they sit together, close enough for their shoulders to almost touch - Tobio can’t help but notice this tiny detail - he answers Atsumu’s question. ] Other than training, not much. Just the usual. [ Well, there’s also that part about him recently confessing to his not-so-secret crush, but that doesn’t need to be brought up right now. Yes, he is still as socially awkward as ever.] What about you? How's everything?
He sounds like a smart guy. It's good you're not someone who let their parents do everything for you, life would be harder now, y'know?
[ Close enough for their shoulders to almost touch, and then brush together as Atsumu sways to the side to nudge at Tobio. He knows that this is more than just a hang out, that they aren't here to just catch up and chat, but he also thinks that Tobio would explode if Atsumu were to bring up the topic of his confession just yet. So, small talk and nigiri to pad the landing. He opens up the container as they talk, inspecting the food and then popping one into his mouth. ] I mean, the same. Sometimes I go out and do stuff, but you know how it is. [ Talking around his mouthful—Tobio has questionable taste in guys—Atsumu swallows and then hums. ] Hey, this is good! Have some, too, you made it.
[ Holding it over for Tobio to reach into, he sets a hand on the concrete just behind Tobio's back and leans closer. ] Can I ask you something, Tobio-kun?
[ Perhaps it’s because his grandfather knew that he wouldn’t live long enough to watch Tobio grow into a man that the elder made sure his grandson would be prepared for life without him. ] Yeah, he was… He’s also the one who taught me how to play volleyball. [ There’s a bittersweet fondness in his tone as he speaks about his late grandfather.
His cheeks are blazing once more when Atsumu’s shoulder brushes against his own. He doesn't move away but stays stock-still; his own awkward way of showing that he’s not opposed to being in contact with his, ahem, crush. When Atsumu finally tries the nigiri, Tobio can’t help but anticipate Atsumu’s reaction. Is it good enough? Is it to his liking? He doesn’t even find it disgusting that Atsumu’s talking around his mouthful. Instead, Tobio’s endeared, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
He’s a goner, your honor. ]
Thanks. [ He mutters as he reaches for one. Then, as Atsumu leans close, Tobio almost chokes on his bite. Fuck, what is wrong with him?? He’s never reacted this way to someone being too close in his personal space before, but there’s something about the situation with his feelings being known that's setting him off. ] What is it? [ He returns the question with a question, facing Atsumu straight on with a bit of rice at the corner of his mouth. Smooth, Tobio. Real smooth. ]
[ The was hits him and he winces but doesn’t bring it up given Tobio’s tone of voice as he talks about the man. He must have been great to teach him, though, and Atsumu figures that’s a safe enough thing to say, right? ] Must’ve been amazing if he was your first coach.
[ Focusing back on the food, he watches Tobio as he struggles to swallow his down. He’s so much more sensitive to this kind of stuff, to proximity, than Atsumu would have guessed. He didn’t seem to have trouble with getting physical in other ways, but maybe that just adds to his unfamiliarity with this kind of vague intimacy.
He chuckles at the rice near his lips and even thought it’s tempting to lick it off, they’re in public and Tobio would most likely shut down completely from a move like that. Instead, Astumu brushes it away with the pad of his thumb. ] Why’d you decide to confess to me? You don’t seem like you have a lot of dating experience, so why now?
[ Having his confession brought up causes Tobio’s neck and face to flare up once again. It was inevitable but it doesn’t help that Atsumu seems much closer now, with his thumb lightly brushing the corner of his lips.
Uhh… Shit. What was the question again?
Tobio tries to pull himself together, brows furrowing and hands settling on his lap as he thinks. Now he looks almost confused over the question, albeit its validity. ] I… [ How can Tobio even begin to explain how much Atsumu has been plaguing his mind these past months? They may not see each other very often given their circumstances, but every time they have, whether it be on or off the court, Tobio can't seem to shake this feeling that sticks to him after every encounter. And it’s this same feeling that has been growing more and more inside of him, until one day (about a few days ago in fact), he couldn’t contain it anymore… leading to his rather anti-climatic confession.
Fuck, maybe it was a stupid idea to confess. Atsumu’s right. Tobio has virtually zero dating experience. Why would someone like him ever want to go out with a volleyball idiot like Tobio? At least if this were about choosing who to team up with in volleyball, Tobio would have a chance, but for something like this…?
Even as his heart plummets towards his stomach, Tobio manages to answer with a leveled tone. ] I didn’t really think too far ahead about what would happen if I confessed. [ Perhaps some part of him had already been expecting a rejection all along. ] It’s just, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought it might have been because I just wanted to play against you more, even outside of tournaments, but when I explained the way I felt to… a friend, [ Atsumu doesn’t have to know that he’s been spilling his feelings to Hinata of all people. ] they told me that what I've been feeling for you is actually because I see you as more than a worthy opponent. That I didn’t only want to play with you but I also wanted to… be with you.
[ Okay, confessions is still clearly not Tobio’s strong point but hopefully Atsumu can see that he is trying his best here. His grandfather taught him a lot about life, but might have missed out on how to handle the romantic aspect that comes with it. ] Would you rather be with someone with more experience in dating? [ He asks directly, yet with a tinge of something akin to hurt and fear in his tone. ]
[ It doesn't surprise Astumu when Tobio takes the time to think before speaking. He's always thought that he was rather cautious in the sense that he would put thought into an action. A goody-goody, as his first impression of him had been. But he's seen the instincts that he's increasingly learned to trust over his years at Karasuno, so it seems, and maybe that has something to do with the confession, too. Rather than acting only after knowing every possible outcome and weighing the pros and cons of the play, he'd gone straight for it. Shoyo must have been giving him some advice lately.
Atsumu stays uncharacteristically quiet as he listens, even eating another piece of nigiri as he gives Tobio the space to say what he needs to. It's sweet, even if it's a bit clumsy, and by the end of it he can't help shaking his head and chuckling softly. ] Who knew you'd be so sweet. I don't care about experience, I just wanted to know since it came out of the blue.
[ Reaching out, he sets a hand on Tobio's thigh since he can't exactly make a move on him out in public like this. Even if they're removed from the sidewalk, there's no reason to act rashly. ] Maybe, if you want to be with me, we should skip the volleyball part of this date and do something we never have before?
[ Sweet? Huh. That's a word Tobio hasn't been described as before. At least not without sarcasm. But surprisingly, Atsumu's tone sounds genuine enough.
Tobio relaxes a little in his seat from hearing Atsumu's response, but when a warm hand lands on his thigh, his leg gives a twitch as his back straightens up again. It takes him a couple of seconds to process Atsumu's words. Skip... volleyball? Tobio's brows furrow as he looks at the older man, confusion mixed with intrigue written all over his expression. He casts a quick glance to the volleyball, then back to Atsumu's handsome face. Uh, so is this a test? Is Tobio supposed to choose between the two?! ]
There's no maybe. I do want to be with you. [ Tobio swallows, wondering if that was alright for him to say. Is he going way overboard now? This feels like his third time to confess already. ] What do you want to do?
[ He can practically see the gears working in Tobio's mind as he tries to formulate his answer. On the one hand, Atsumu thinks it's a good sign that he cares enough to want to answer "correctly" even though this isn't a test—on the other hand, he wants him to just be his comfortable, genuine self. That's one reason it comes as a surprise that Tobio chooses an option that isn't volleyball. ]
Ah, Tobio-kun, the answer's written all over your face! It wasn't an either-or, you know, we can still do some drills together. I just thought, if you were thinking about being together in other ways, you might want to try one of them.
[ Grabbing the last nigiri and stuffing it in his face, he once again reaches for the volleyball he'd stuffed into his duffle bag while they were talking. ] How about this. Toss me a perfect minus tempo quick like you do with Shoyo, and I'll rent a room for us tonight.
[ He’s definitely in a giving mood tonight, especially when he’s being showered with surprising affections from the normally shy Tobio.
The angle of the video is much lower than the pictures had been like the phone is propped up on Atsumu’s chest. His hand moves down beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and palms his cock for a moment before pulling it free of the black fabric. He’s hard just from teasing Tobio and imagining what he might do if they could be in the same city tonight. Instead, he’s left to stroke his own dick slowly, thumbing at the tip and sighing Tobio’s name. ]
[ If anyone could see Tobio right now (which would make him die in embarrassment, btw), they'd compare his face to a steaming cherry tomato. It's been a while since he's last been with Atsumu, physically... and to receive this sort of video from the older man fills Tobio with so much longing for his touch...
Tobio leans over his study desk, one hand trailing down to rub himself against his pants, while his heavy gaze stays trained on the video playing on his phone. The way Atsumu sighs out Tobio's name... Fuck. ]
more pls... [ He somehow manages to text back before he returns to replaying the video. ]
Atsumu answers with the camera facing himself this time though he’s clearly still stretched out on his bed. Smiling lazily, his eyes flick around the screen to try and figure out what Tobio is doing. ] Hey Tobio~ What’re you up to?
[ More than used to that scowl, Atsumu doesn’t take it personally. Seeing Tobio is enough to keep the smile on his face though it turns smug when he can tell he’s trying to play it cool.
Humming and rolling over onto his stomach, he makes sure that the angle shows his naked back and ass from over one shoulder. ] Oh, an interesting video, hm? Should I be jealous? [ Chuckling, he shifts his hips and bites into his bottom lip at the friction against his dick. ] I was just wondering what my boyfriend thinks of phone sex.
[ Tobio definitely takes notice of his boyfriend's perfect backside being presented to him on the screen. It probably shows in his face how affected he is, jaw going a little slack as he stares openly. ] No need to feel jealous... [ There's no other person Tobio would ever look at this hungrily, long for this desperately. ]
[ His breath hitches from watching Atsumu shifting against the sheets. ] Phone sex is new for me... [ Tobio's cheeks dust with pink, preening inwardly over Atsumu casually using the term boyfriend. In his attempt to be subtle from his end of the screen, Tobio's hand drops down between his legs to palm at his frustrated dick. He gives a soft sigh in pleasure. ] Wish I could be with you in that bed.
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[ When the weekend rolls around, Atsumu can't help but look forward to taking a day off in Tokyo with Tobio. It's been a while since they've seen one another, and more than looking forward to playing some volleyball together, he's actually anticipating the reason behind meeting—the confession. He'd never pegged Tobio for one to have interest in romance, actually, given that he gave off the vibe of someone who cared more about setting and serving than kissing and holding hands. It makes sense, in some ways, that he'd end up with a crush on Atsumu: handsome, yes, but a volleyball player with aspirations for going pro. If anyone was going to understand Tobio and his priorities, it was someone on the same level of ambition.
Sitting on a parking barrier in front of the currently empty training center, Atsumu passes his time waiting by spinning the volleyball he'd brought with him on his fingers, resisting the urge to text Tobio and tease him about getting lost on his way. ]
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Yes, Tobio sought out one of his most trust worthy senpais for help. Though not only for directions, but to help calm his nerves as well. It’s awfully nerve-wracking - meeting up with his crush who’s already very much aware that Tobio likes him. As in like likes him, while Tobio is still painfully uncertain about how the older man truly feels about him… Hopefully this meet up will go well.
Atsumu mentioned that he doesn’t like flowers, so Tobio brought some packed food instead. Tuna and Salmon nigiri. Can’t go wrong with those.
Once Tobio rounds the corner, he spots Atsumu from where he’s standing. Shit. Tobio quickly turns around and bids his senpai on the phone a hasty thank you and goodbye before shoving the device into his pocket. He then turns back around again, squares his shoulders and walks towards the lone figure waiting for him by the nostalgic training center. ]
Atsumu-san. [ Tobio greets with a 90 degree bow. He straightens up and presents his gifts - the food. ] I hope you weren’t waiting for too long… I did my best not to get lost this time.
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Standing up, he rests the volleyball between a hip and a wrist, glancing at the nigiri but then leveling a steady gaze on Tobio. In all likelihood, he looks like a hungry fox staring down its prey, but he’s not focused on the sushi. ] Hey, no need for formalities, Tobio-kun, what’s with the bow? [ He steps forward to pull Tobio into a one-armed hug, chuckling against his ear as they’re brought close together. ] Nah, I got here early, you did good finding me!
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Tobio’s ears turn a bright red as he sputters out his response. ]
I— T-that’s… good…
[ That's good? What? What is he even saying right now.
Tobio swallows nervously as they part, quickly handing Atsumu the nigiri to make sure the older man knows they're specially for him. ] I made these for you… Would you like to eat first?
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Raising an eyebrow as he looks down at the food, he looks back up to Tobio. He’s gotten taller since the last time they’ve seen each other, hasn’t he? ] You made it? Didn’t think you were the cooking type.
[ He nods over to the side where there’s a raised planter where they can sit on the edge together. As he begins to lead the way, he thinks about how likely it is that either of them will be able to come up with conversation about topics other than volleyball—the chances are kind of slim. ] So, how’ve you been? Anything new going on with you?
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[ Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime might not be a direct quote from Tobio’s grandfather but the old man successfully left that type of impression on him.
As they sit together, close enough for their shoulders to almost touch - Tobio can’t help but notice this tiny detail - he answers Atsumu’s question. ] Other than training, not much. Just the usual. [ Well, there’s also that part about him recently confessing to his not-so-secret crush, but that doesn’t need to be brought up right now. Yes, he is still as socially awkward as ever.] What about you? How's everything?
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[ Close enough for their shoulders to almost touch, and then brush together as Atsumu sways to the side to nudge at Tobio. He knows that this is more than just a hang out, that they aren't here to just catch up and chat, but he also thinks that Tobio would explode if Atsumu were to bring up the topic of his confession just yet. So, small talk and nigiri to pad the landing. He opens up the container as they talk, inspecting the food and then popping one into his mouth. ] I mean, the same. Sometimes I go out and do stuff, but you know how it is. [ Talking around his mouthful—Tobio has questionable taste in guys—Atsumu swallows and then hums. ] Hey, this is good! Have some, too, you made it.
[ Holding it over for Tobio to reach into, he sets a hand on the concrete just behind Tobio's back and leans closer. ] Can I ask you something, Tobio-kun?
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His cheeks are blazing once more when Atsumu’s shoulder brushes against his own. He doesn't move away but stays stock-still; his own awkward way of showing that he’s not opposed to being in contact with his, ahem, crush. When Atsumu finally tries the nigiri, Tobio can’t help but anticipate Atsumu’s reaction. Is it good enough? Is it to his liking? He doesn’t even find it disgusting that Atsumu’s talking around his mouthful. Instead, Tobio’s endeared, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
He’s a goner, your honor. ]
Thanks. [ He mutters as he reaches for one. Then, as Atsumu leans close, Tobio almost chokes on his bite. Fuck, what is wrong with him?? He’s never reacted this way to someone being too close in his personal space before, but there’s something about the situation with his feelings being known that's setting him off. ] What is it? [ He returns the question with a question, facing Atsumu straight on with a bit of rice at the corner of his mouth. Smooth, Tobio. Real smooth. ]
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[ Focusing back on the food, he watches Tobio as he struggles to swallow his down. He’s so much more sensitive to this kind of stuff, to proximity, than Atsumu would have guessed. He didn’t seem to have trouble with getting physical in other ways, but maybe that just adds to his unfamiliarity with this kind of vague intimacy.
He chuckles at the rice near his lips and even thought it’s tempting to lick it off, they’re in public and Tobio would most likely shut down completely from a move like that. Instead, Astumu brushes it away with the pad of his thumb. ] Why’d you decide to confess to me? You don’t seem like you have a lot of dating experience, so why now?
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Uhh… Shit. What was the question again?
Tobio tries to pull himself together, brows furrowing and hands settling on his lap as he thinks. Now he looks almost confused over the question, albeit its validity. ] I… [ How can Tobio even begin to explain how much Atsumu has been plaguing his mind these past months? They may not see each other very often given their circumstances, but every time they have, whether it be on or off the court, Tobio can't seem to shake this feeling that sticks to him after every encounter. And it’s this same feeling that has been growing more and more inside of him, until one day (about a few days ago in fact), he couldn’t contain it anymore… leading to his rather anti-climatic confession.
Fuck, maybe it was a stupid idea to confess. Atsumu’s right. Tobio has virtually zero dating experience. Why would someone like him ever want to go out with a volleyball idiot like Tobio? At least if this were about choosing who to team up with in volleyball, Tobio would have a chance, but for something like this…?
Even as his heart plummets towards his stomach, Tobio manages to answer with a leveled tone. ] I didn’t really think too far ahead about what would happen if I confessed. [ Perhaps some part of him had already been expecting a rejection all along. ] It’s just, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought it might have been because I just wanted to play against you more, even outside of tournaments, but when I explained the way I felt to… a friend, [ Atsumu doesn’t have to know that he’s been spilling his feelings to Hinata of all people. ] they told me that what I've been feeling for you is actually because I see you as more than a worthy opponent. That I didn’t only want to play with you but I also wanted to… be with you.
[ Okay, confessions is still clearly not Tobio’s strong point but hopefully Atsumu can see that he is trying his best here. His grandfather taught him a lot about life, but might have missed out on how to handle the romantic aspect that comes with it. ] Would you rather be with someone with more experience in dating? [ He asks directly, yet with a tinge of something akin to hurt and fear in his tone. ]
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Atsumu stays uncharacteristically quiet as he listens, even eating another piece of nigiri as he gives Tobio the space to say what he needs to. It's sweet, even if it's a bit clumsy, and by the end of it he can't help shaking his head and chuckling softly. ] Who knew you'd be so sweet. I don't care about experience, I just wanted to know since it came out of the blue.
[ Reaching out, he sets a hand on Tobio's thigh since he can't exactly make a move on him out in public like this. Even if they're removed from the sidewalk, there's no reason to act rashly. ] Maybe, if you want to be with me, we should skip the volleyball part of this date and do something we never have before?
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Tobio relaxes a little in his seat from hearing Atsumu's response, but when a warm hand lands on his thigh, his leg gives a twitch as his back straightens up again. It takes him a couple of seconds to process Atsumu's words. Skip... volleyball? Tobio's brows furrow as he looks at the older man, confusion mixed with intrigue written all over his expression. He casts a quick glance to the volleyball, then back to Atsumu's handsome face. Uh, so is this a test? Is Tobio supposed to choose between the two?! ]
There's no maybe. I do want to be with you. [ Tobio swallows, wondering if that was alright for him to say. Is he going way overboard now? This feels like his third time to confess already. ] What do you want to do?
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Ah, Tobio-kun, the answer's written all over your face! It wasn't an either-or, you know, we can still do some drills together. I just thought, if you were thinking about being together in other ways, you might want to try one of them.
[ Grabbing the last nigiri and stuffing it in his face, he once again reaches for the volleyball he'd stuffed into his duffle bag while they were talking. ] How about this. Toss me a perfect minus tempo quick like you do with Shoyo, and I'll rent a room for us tonight.
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suddenly so generous with your hearts!! what is it you want from me, Tobio-kun~? five more pictures? or something more?
my savior orz
[ he is definitely pouting as he curses the distance between them.
and tobio still wants the other pictures, but he's curious about this other thing atsumu offers. ]
...what's the something more?
gonna go with them in some kind of relationship?
yes!! sorry i should have asked too orz
also he totally forgot about the existence of cameras for a second... ]
a video of you would be even better...
[ meaning: yes fucking please ]
no worries!
The angle of the video is much lower than the pictures had been like the phone is propped up on Atsumu’s chest. His hand moves down beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and palms his cock for a moment before pulling it free of the black fabric. He’s hard just from teasing Tobio and imagining what he might do if they could be in the same city tonight. Instead, he’s left to stroke his own dick slowly, thumbing at the tip and sighing Tobio’s name. ]
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Tobio leans over his study desk, one hand trailing down to rub himself against his pants, while his heavy gaze stays trained on the video playing on his phone. The way Atsumu sighs out Tobio's name... Fuck. ]
more pls... [ He somehow manages to text back before he returns to replaying the video. ]
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if you want more, you have to video call me. I want to see you~
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why wait for atsumu to send him videos when tobio can watch him in real time?
he promptly clicks the call button.
and while waiting for atsumu to pick up, tobio straightens up in his seat and pulls his hand away from himself. ]
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Atsumu answers with the camera facing himself this time though he’s clearly still stretched out on his bed. Smiling lazily, his eyes flick around the screen to try and figure out what Tobio is doing. ] Hey Tobio~ What’re you up to?
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Nothing... [ he says with a nonchalant shrug, while his dick in his pants begs to differ. ] I was watching a really interesting video. What about you?
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Humming and rolling over onto his stomach, he makes sure that the angle shows his naked back and ass from over one shoulder. ] Oh, an interesting video, hm? Should I be jealous? [ Chuckling, he shifts his hips and bites into his bottom lip at the friction against his dick. ] I was just wondering what my boyfriend thinks of phone sex.
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[ His breath hitches from watching Atsumu shifting against the sheets. ] Phone sex is new for me... [ Tobio's cheeks dust with pink, preening inwardly over Atsumu casually using the term boyfriend. In his attempt to be subtle from his end of the screen, Tobio's hand drops down between his legs to palm at his frustrated dick. He gives a soft sigh in pleasure. ] Wish I could be with you in that bed.
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