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Shoyo doesn't want to remove his teeth from Atsumu's throat…he is also desperate for the ability to do more than just stay in that one spot.
Shoyo hasn't even gone farther than Atsumu’s neck…his mouth wets with more saliva. He wants to mark all of Atsumu.
With great effort he pulls his mouth off of his setter, his jaw aching as it closes. He keeps his lips there for a moment, pressed against Atsumu’s throat.
Atsumu begging…giving open ended pleas to be used…for Shoyo to use him.
“I want you to come inside of me,” Shoyo whispers, feeling how the air nearly vibrates with Atsumu’s desire.
“When I'm ready-” Shoyo adds, pressing a kiss to Atsumu's neck, “that means you have to wait, Atsu.”
He needs Atsumu to hold on until he is balls and knot deep inside of Shoyo. He needs all of it inside of him. He needs it. He can't let any get wasted.
“Kiyoomi will help you, if you get too close.” Shoyo nuzzles against Atsumu’s cheek, knowing how difficult a task he is giving his Alpha.
Shoyo kisses his cheek, raising his head enough to them gently, soothingly kiss his setter’s lips.
“Can you do that for me Atsu?”
Atsumu sighs-the sounds pitched towards a whine. He hesitates, but ultimately nods.
“Yeah?” Shoyo asks, giving him another soft kiss, “Gonna hold back for me? Gonna make sure I get everything?”
Shoyo, has never in his life understood the concept of a breeding kink. Previously he never would have entertained the idea of getting off on the idea that he wants to be knocked up- but fuck…all he wants is his Alphas to come inside of him - he wants, - he wants.
Oh. Ohhhh. Fuck.
Shoyo shifts down Atsumu’s body, raising his ass into the air a little. He kisses over Atsumu’s collar bone, letting his mouth finally start to explore Atsumu’s toned chest.
He lets his lips tease and trace around one of Atsumu’s nipples without actually touching it. The setter's chest arches up, seeking more.
“Will you?” Shoyo asks, his mouth open and breathing hotly onto Atsumu’s untouched nipple.
“Yes, yes,” Atsumu sighs, his eyes focused on Shoyo's lips.
“No matter what?” Shoyo goads, seeing how far gone Atsumu is. The man isn't in rut…but he might as well be, for how one track his mind is.
Atsumu's eyes flick up and meet Shoyo's. “I will - fer you.”
Shoyo smiles, “I know,” he reassures and finally lets his mouth start to explore Atsumu’s nipple. The man keens and tilts his head back, always keeping eyes on what Shoyo's mouth is doing.
So, if Shoyo wanted to be shared, and wanted to keep making Atsumu wait his turn…
He releases Atsumu's nipple from his mouth, letting his tongue flick against it one last time. The man shakes beneath him. But Atsumu’s pheromones doesn't give a single indication that he wants to stop.
No…all of their own, Atsumu’s pheromones beg. Shoyo wonders if this is what omega’s smell like in heat. Like pure, unfiltered need, visceral and real.
It makes Shoyo glad that Kiyoomi is here, a fellow Alpha more or less unaffected by Atsumu’s pheromones.
Because…Shoyo isn't sure he would be strong enough to deny Atsumu. Not when the setter's pure desire is clouding Shoyo’s lungs.
It all piles up, Atsumu’s feral lust, as well as Shoyo's own urgent needs. And- it's less, but Shoyo can feel the men behind him. Feel that although Bokuto has remained still, he is watching.
Shoyo spreads his knees apart, dipping his belly down and tilting his hips back, basically presenting for the stationary Alpha.
Bokuto’s scent spikes and it feels like Shoyo is being smothered. Drenched and submerged.
Yes. Shoyo forces himself to continue kissing down Atsumu's toned stomach. The muscles flinch and tense under Shoyo’s lips. Fuck it's addicting. The ways that Atsumu responds makes Shoyo want to push further. Wants to watch Atsumu break.
Shoyo’s lips brush along the slightly coarser hair at the edge of Atsumu’s happy trail. Fuck- the setter has been naked the whole time, but the descent definitely has Shoyo drooling. Like a trained beast, his mouth waters at the thought of what he will soon be doing.
He glances up to find Atsumu still watching him through nearly closed eyes, abdomen still tensing as Shoyo teases the taunt skin over Atsumu’s hip bone.
“Sho-” Atsumu sighs, eyes still tracking Shoyo’s every move, as he places his mouth, slightly open, to hover above where Atsumu is aching.
Shoyo tears himself away and glances down, considering how the hard member lies against Atsumu's pelvis. He licks his bottom lip mindlessly, imagining what he would look like with his lips stretched around…
“Ah, fuck,” Atsumu sounds desperate and devastated. The setter blinks dumbly, eyes a little wider now.
Apparently, Atsumu’s brain has finally caught up to the current situation. His setter's dumb, pheromone addled mind, hadn't put two and two together yet. Shoyo loves Atsumu, but when the man is this drunk on hormones, he is a little…slow. Apparently, this only endears Atsumu to Shoyo more. The spiker's chest feels warm as he watches realization dawn on Atsumu’s face.
“Yer-yer gonna…” Atsumu trails off, the awe in his voice isn't lost on anyone.
Shoyo can't quite explain how the reverent tone stirs something deep inside of his stomach. Like an itch that he didn't quite know yearned to be stretched.
Atsumu’s eyes are wide with appreciation, his hands still resting up above his head. Just laid out for Shoyo. He’s letting himself be laid out, just for Shoyo. Only for Shoyo. Because of Shoyo.
Shoyo smiles, honestly its more of a smirk. He doesn't want to intrude on the awe that Atsumu seems to be experiencing…but he just needs to see this new thought and consequence emotion flash over Atsumu’s face.
“Yeah,” Shoyo says, looking down with a critical look, really letting himself consider the hard, throbbing dick under his chin.
“And you don't get to come,” Shoyo reminds, dropping his face low enough that his bottom lip lightly drags over the edge of the dick head. Fuck, even from just the brief touch Shoyo can feel how hot Atsumu is. It makes him want to sink into it- down his mouth, heavy on his tongue, filling the space of his throat, warm and firm.
Or inside him in a completely different way, completely joined, knot keeping them locked together. The shape of Atsumu perfectly imprinting itself onto Shoyo’s insides. Straining not to come- but Shoyo is so fucking warm, and wet and tight.
It feels impossible close- how tightly Shoyo fits around Atsumu, how Atsumu makes the space for himself. Making Shoyo yield.
Fuck…all in good time. This heat…or maybe another. Shoyo has a feeling that they all will have a hard time letting go of this arrangement.
Shoyo slides his bottom lip along the long rigid shaft, again flexing his hips downward to present for Bokuto. Both. Shoyo wants both. Maybe it's selfish. But it feels fucking right.
And Christ…is it wrong to want both? To feel Bokuto crowding him in, keeping Shoyo pinned and full…while Shoyo makes Atsumu lose his mind in submission.
Is it too much to ask for control…and vulnerability?
Shoyo's eyes pinch shut at the thought.
Is it?
…Is it?
Tears overflow his eyes before he even realizes his eyes are starting to tear up.
…
Atsumu's eyes go wide, his hands rising from the bed to cradle Shoyo’s face. Thumbs wiping at the spiker's cheeks, to push the tears away.
“Sho,” Atsumu whispers, nuzzling into Shoyo’s cheek and shoulder. “Sho, it's okay, we've got you.”
A sob pushes out of Shoyo’s throat, and the man shrinks as he curls in on himself.
“No, no baby,” Atsumu whispers encouragingly. He halts Shoyo from compressing even smaller.
“It's yours,” Atsumu says into the spiker's ear. The words form hot sensation that curls around Shoyo’s ear and down into his core. “I'm yours,* the setter says breathlessly, “I want to feel all of you- this part of you.”
Atsumu shakes his head, as if unbelieving himself, “I'll stop ya, if it stops feeling right,”
Shoyo’s eyebrows furrow together, his mouth drawn downward.
“Let me feel ya,” Atsumu says lowly, mourning the words into Shoyo’s cheek, “please let me have ya,” he takes in a sharp breath, “Just like this, under ya, all yours.”
Atsumu can swear he can feel Shoyo’s heart beat hard against their touching chests. He is focused on the sensation when the room goes slow like syrup, Atsumu feels his mind sink into a comfortable simplicity.
Shoyo’s scent…it must be there, filling the room so fully that it should have the Aloha’s grinding their teeth in frustration and biological desire.
Atsumu can't detect the olfactory scent…but he can feel the effects. His body tingles with borrowed sensation. He can feel Shoyo’s pheromones buzzing inside of him. Zipping around Atsumu's body, like a darting fish of pleasure.
He gasps, mind melting under the oppressive weight of Shoyo’s desire.
“The begging,” Shoyo rasps from above Atsumu. The setter's eyes flash up, trying to catch his spiker's eye.
He finds his target and they look at each other for a moment.
“You want this?” Shoyo's voice comes out crisp and clear, with a clarity that defies Atsumu's understanding. Until a second later when his own mind clears, like parted waters, the fog relents and Atsumu can think.
Atsumu can feel the weight of desire and pheromones, just barely held to the side. His body isn't fully unaffected, pleasure still rolling through his abdomen. Apparently…his body can remain affected…even if Atsumu’s brain sobered up. Atsumu gets a glimpse of how it might look to fuck Shoyo outside of a heat or rut. To connect through sex in a way that is more mental than physical.
“Atsumu,” Shoyo says softly.
Atsumu’s brain rolls its way back to the present moment. Shoyo above him, asked a question…sobered up…sunk so deep into Shoyo’s pheromones that Atsumu felt like he could have lost himself in it forever..m.
The question.
‘You want this?’ from Shoyo’s uncharacteristically unsure voice.
Atsumu’s stomach twists, wondering why Shoyo is so unsure. How can he not know what a pleasure this is? How Atsumu might never find something that feels better than Shoyo’s partnership.
But then Atsumu remembers what Shoyo had said before his question.
‘The begging’ he had said, like he couldn't stand how the begging affected him.
Like Atsumu couldn't viscerally tell when Shoyo flooded the room with his desire.
Shoyo is weak when Atsumu begs.
“Yes,” Atsumu sighs, laying his hands back up above his head. The motion and subsequent submission, pulls on Atsumu to fall back under.
“Will you be good?” Shoyo’s voice has a little mocking edge now, “Tell me to stop?” He finishes more seriously.
Atsumu swallows, looking inwards at his remaining mental faculties. Enough to make it stop. And he will. For Shoyo, for himself. For the both of them.
“I will.”
“Good boy,” Shoyo says, kissing Atsumu’s lips gently. The fog of undetectable pheromones pulls Atsumu down under. Atsumu welcomes Shoyo’s overwhelming presence inside of himself.