Exactly what the title says; this one is just over 655+ words

𝐓𝐖 || No specific warnings; hint of wall sex, slight hair pulling..

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Sakusa likes it best when he gets Atsumu like this: His eyes half-lidded, his mouth parted on a long low groan bitten into broken little noises, and his whole body shaking from his shoulders all the way down to where Sakusa fills him full to spilling.

He's got Atsumu pinned, one arm around his waist while the other holds one of Atsumu's leg up by the back of his thigh. Sakusa's grip is just as bruising as his mouth, kneading against the muscles while leaving indents in the shape of his teeth everywhere he can reach. It is shamelessly possessive and it has Atsumu's neck and throat and chest looking like a painting in black and blue on the days when Sakusa is feeling particularly needy (like today), desperate to lay his claim even though Atsumu hasn't been anyone else's since they were second years in High School.

"Omi," Atsumu croaks, his voice hoarse and near gone, and Sakusa likes that little detail a lot too. He submerses himself in it when he tips his head down to kiss Atsumu's throat, lapping at the bob of his Adam's apple on a long hard swallow before Sakusa is sinking his teeth into that too.

In the silence that leaves nothing acknowledged, Atsumu grabs a handful of Sakusa's hair at the nape of his neck and tugs roughly on it, clenching down at the same time right where Sakusa is fucking him sloppy and loose.

"Yes, Atsu?" Sakusa replies, almost pointedly in that sharp snide tone Atsumu once thought he could grow out but he doesn't relent, barely lifting the drag of his canines up from where he is tracing a path with his mouth, sucking bright red love bites all the way up to the curve of Atsumu's jaw.

"My eyes are up here." Atsumu tells him, pulling at his hair again until he has Sakusa looking at him. Until Sakusa is smiling at him.

Not one of those small soft things when he thinks Atsumu isn't paying attention and there is no one else in the room. Sakusa is smiling one of those sharp vicious things that cuts across his lips when he finds something he doesn't expect and fucking loves it.

"Oh? How romantic," Sakusa starts, leaning forward and pushing the spread of Atsumu's legs even wider to accommodate himself. His smile lining the edge of menace when he feels Atsumu's fingers going bone white at the particularly well-aimed thrust that has him reaching far deeper than before, "if you want to gaze lovingly into my eyes when you come, you could've just said something, love."

Atsumu huffs out a small ragged little laugh. He is damn near practiced in this and he times it perfectly with the pace Sakusa is bouncing him on his cock to shift so he can wrap both of his legs around Sakusa's waist and have the other man take the full brunt of his body's weight. The change has them both groaning loudly at the new angle, Sakusa's remaining hand at Atsumu's waist comes down under Atsumu's thigh too to hold him up and against the wall.

The pin is better than before.

It leaves Atsumu's hands free to bring them both down on Sakusa's face, not unlike a bit of a slap but Atsumu eases it with the way he is already drawing him in even closer than what they just had. The tips of their noses brushing, his breath panting out hot and heavy like they haven't done this same song and dance a hundred times already.

"I'm hardly the romantic in this relationship, love." Atsumu echoes back at Sakusa, sarcasm warping that last easy word.

And if asked, this is how Atsumu likes Sakusa best: Their mouths parted but pressed together while Atsumu kisses the jerk stupid all over again.