"Omi."

Kiyoomi tensed at the call of his name.

It only registered in his head that it was his beloved boyfriend's voice calling out to him in a hushed, excited little whisper.

He slowly lowered the book he was reading, closing it with his fingers safely securing the page, only to see the bleached blonde poking his head in the bedroom, a sheepish smile gracing his handsome face.

"Atsu?" Kiyoomi answered back with an attempted raised brow. The other man was supposed to be unpacking his things in the living room and watering their plants and succulents.

"Omi!" Atsumu grinned, eyes bright and excited, like a puppy's when treats are presented in front of it after shaking their owner's paw. "Guess what I found."

There was a second of silence, the words once again taking a moment to process into Kiyoomi's brain.

"A brain?" He asked, his voice half serious, half teasing the man in front of him, who still refused to show anything, but his head full of blonde hair.

Atsumu huffed, and rolled his eyes. "If I did, it would be just for ya, Omi-kun." He insisted, making Kiyoomi scowl at his words. "And no! I found one of my old volleyball jerseys! Wanna see me in it?"

Kiyoomi gave him a deadpan look. "Why would I?" He asked bluntly. He had probably already seen Atsumu in the jersey from pictures the Miya's mother constantly send to the family chat she insisted they create.

Atsumu flipped him off before sighing and he said, "Because ya love me."

He finally pushed the door open and proudly presented himself in an old jersey as promised. It awkwardly pressed against the curved of his carefully sculpted body. The fabric scrunched up his midriff, exposing the well worked for abs and stretched uncomfortably against his biceps and chest.

"What do ya think?"

Kiyoomi found himself staring, before he blinked himself out of a trance. "It's about 3 sizes too small, Tsumu." He noted, picking his book back up to continue reading.

He expected for Atsumu to happily shuffle out of their now shared bedroom, but he heard no signs of movement.

After no signs of movement from the blonde, Kiyoomi glanced up to see Atsumu nervously twiddling his fingers and sporting an embarrassed flush again his cheeks.

Well, at least he got to finish his chapter.

He slipped a bookmark in the book, holding in against his thigh before he spoke again. "Are you stuck in it?"

Atsumu nodded slowly. "Please help Omi!" He demanded, a pout forming on his pink lips.

Kiyoomi tried to suppress the soft smile that lifted his face as he pat the spot on the bed in front of him. "Come here." He muttered, amused at his boyfriend's struggles.

Atsumu blessed him with another bright smile before he rushed to the spot the curly haired man patted. Sakusa's cool fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt, his heart racing at the intimacy of taking the shirt off his hot boyfriend.

Atsumu whined softly. "Yer hands are so cold, Omi."

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes. "You asked for my help. Now shut up." He replied, gently pulling the shirt up as Atsumu raised his arms up and tried his best to wiggle out of the tight hold the fabric provided against his skin.

As Atsumu struggled to release an arm from the shirt, Kiyoomi's eyes trailed on the other's chest, the skin soft, plush and dotted with freckles from the sun. No doubt a result of the blonde's attempts to play beach volleyball with Shoyo.

The dark haired man gave the shirt a tug upwards and Atsumu's arms were released.

The blonde let out a relieved sigh, even if trying to pull the rest of his shirt over his face and big head was next. He didn't get a chance to immediately try, as Kiyoomi leaned forward and nuzzled his nose right under his collarbone.

"Kiyo?" The blonde called out, confused at the affection. His cheeks flushed pink and Kiyoomi couldn't help admire as he glanced up to see his reaction.

"Shut up and just let me have this." Was his response, fingers releasing the grasp they had on the jersey in favor of trailing down the other's body to interlock his fingers behind Atsumu's back and tugged him closer to him.

Atsumu just chuckled at his words and hummed happily as his boyfriend pressed loving kisses over his chest, collarbones, and shoulders.

Kiyoomi gently nibbled on places against his marked skin where he knew the blonde was most sensitive. He grinned when Atsumu squirmed against the brush of his teeth and mouth.

He especially brought attention to the pretty tan lines that subtly rested upon his skin.

Pressing one last kiss to the base of Atsumu's neck and Kiyoomi was once again pulling the shirt off of the blonde.

"There." He nodded, reaching back out for his book, too flushed to say or do anything else.

Kiyoomi was about to start reading the next chapter before a hand clasped his cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze. It made his lips pucker out as he was forced to look Atsumu in the eye.

"Omi, yer so cute."

The whisper made Kiyoomi's tummy explode in fluttering excitement and warmth, but his heart sped up as if he were 5 sets into a match when Atsumu leaned in to give Kiyoomi a kiss on his puckered lips.

Pulling back, Atsumu used his other hand to push back Kiyoomi's curls and look at him some more.

2 minutes had passed and Kiyoomi spent that time admiring the lovesick expression that occupied Atsumu's features. He probably could have sat there and stared for the rest of eternity if given the opportunity.

"Thank you, Omi. Love ya."

Those were the final words Atsumu said before he swung himself off the bed and out the door, no doubt to finish up house chores and the unpacking of house decorations for their new apartment.

Kiyoomi sat there in silence as he watched him leave the room, the room suddenly feeling hot. He probably spent 5 minutes just staring off into space as he thought about Atsumu's lips brushing his own, the looking in his eyes, and loving grip he had when he initiated contact.

He usually wasn't that keen on touch, but he longed for Atsumu's hands and body on him. He was glad it was him.

He let himself fall face first into some pillows, letting out a squeal and excited giggles. He felt like a teenage girl from a romance film.

He was really so in love with Miya Atsumu.

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