𝐓𝐖 | slight feminization, somnophilia, masturbation 

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When Kiyoomi came back from his hang out with Motoya, he didn't expect to find his boyfriend asleep on their bed, surrounded by rose petals and wearing beautiful white lingerie like a bride waiting for her husband. But that's what he has in front of him and Kiyoomi is not the type of man who lets these type of opportunities go away.

He got rid of all his clothes except his underwear and went to the bathroom for a quick cleaning, wash his hands, brush his teeth. When he goes back to the room, Atsumu's still as angelical as when Kiyoomi entered the room. Atsumu's sleeping, all quiet and softly breathing, laying comfortably over the black sheets of the bed they share (have been sharing for almost three years now) with his face slightly against the pillow, arms sort of hugging it while the rest of his body completely falls over the mattress, ass up on the air and legs separated, how the white panties frame the shape of Atsumu's ass.

The rose petals are a cute detail, their smell relaxing as always and contrasting with Atsumu's beautiful white lingerie: the lacy panties and a corset with pretty ribbons. Atsumu's chest looking fuller, even more beautiful with the clothing on, the natural curvy shape of Atsumu's torso wonderfully drawn and enhanced.

Kiyoomi takes a quick photo with his phone before getting over the bed as silent and quiet as he can, doing his best to not wake Atsumu up, the poor man needs to sleep as much as he can, with staying up late to practice new techniques and Kiyoomi feels bad about keeping Atsumu awake like this. No, Atsumu deserves to sleep, he has already given Kiyoomi a wonderful sight to work with.

Kiyoomi inhales and exhales as he gives a soft caress to Atsumu's dollface, petting his pale cheeks and admiring those pink full lips for a moment before focusing his attention on the lower part of Atsumu's body, admiring his slim waist, his wide hips, his tempting ass, his full thighs... The things Kiyoomi would do to him!

Kiyoomi lets his hand travel all the way to Atsumu's hips, playing with the border of the panties for a moment before retreating and swallowing hard. No, Atsumu deserves to sleep. There's no way he won't wake up if Kiyoomi touches him for real.

Then again, Kiyoomi had always been capable enough of fucking Atsumu telepathically, to put it that way. So he smirks for a second before rubbing his half hard cock over his boxers.

Atsumu's lacy panties look so tempting...

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Atsumu wakes up at the feeling of the Sun sneaking through their window; they forgot to close the curtains. The boy sighs and stretches a little over the sheets, yawning and rubbing his eyes to later smile when he sees Kiyoomi's sleeping figure next to him, comfortably resting over the sheets and flower petals. Even asleep, Kiyoomi looks handsome as hell and Atsumu giggles as he gets up close the curtains.

That's when he notices something's off.

He blinks, hands going directly to his ass and exploring until they find the source of the sensation: a wet, sticky fluid staining his underwear.

Atsumu turns around again, this time really seeing Kiyoomi and raising an eyebrow when he notices that Kiyoomi is not wearing any underwear, cock free and flaccid yet still shiny from where Kiyoomi clearly came more than once.

And to think Kiyoomi hadn't even tried to wake Atsumu up by fucking him properly, what a waste of romanticism.