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Miya Atsumu has wandered the desert alone for days. He's tired, parched, dirty and covered in dust. Water and food are already a distant, very faded memory. He can’t fully remember the taste of fresh water washing down his parched throat. His teeth clench just as his gloved fingers grip around the reins. He must not get distracted by such temptation, or he might not make it.

Damn the desert and the fuckin’ sun, he curses in his head, snorting out loudly.

His horse agrees as he neighs disheartened. The poor beast is tired and in need of a break. The man checks the map and spots a town not too far in his direction, just ahead a few miles away. He grits his teeth and asks the horse for the last effort, before finally enjoying due rest.

Atsumu judges he put enough distance between him and his pursuers, yet he can't let his guard down. The rangers are still hot on his tail, and he doesn’t wish to get in a far too intimate encounter with said gentlemen. He likes his body as it is, intact and without extra unnecessary holes.

Things can easily get “explosive” if the parts will collide. And not in the good way.

Before crossing over the town’s borders, Atsumu stops while still in the desert and decides to dye his hair, the usual dark shade becoming brighter, like liquid gold. He has both some stuff to disguise his hair’s colour in some forsaken market and it works pretty well. Atsumu combs it differently than usual, flipping it to the side, to hide himself, should there be wanted posters in town.

Once ready, he tips the Stetson hat down, face shadowed, and reaches for the destination while riding his tired horse.

“Almost there, buddy, and we’ll both get food and water,” he promises, the ever so loyal animal snorting out his reply. Atsumu pats his long neck, chuckling. They’ve been together through good and bad, through shitty and shittier, but they always made with their heads still attached to their necks.

It’s a miracle per se, the man knows it. The horse knows it, too.

As he rides passing the gates of the city, Atsumu reminds himself he must not attract attention, and thus, he doesn’t attract attention. Well, not yet.

He scans the surrounding for something that might give away a possible sight of danger, anything, a sign somebody can recognize him. But people mind their business, ignoring him. He quickly locates where the Sheriff’s office stands, searches for wanted posters under the cover of his hat. Nothing. Nothing sporting his handsome face and smug grin. The town seems quiet, unaware of Atsumu’s existence and deeds. Good.

There is a saloon not too far and it’s about time he and his four-legged friend get deserved rest. First, he takes care of his horse, giving him fresh hay and oath, leaves a bucket of water there for him, brushes his coat and mane. When he sees the animal is well settled, Atsumu walks toward the saloon.

He needs something to eat and drink like a bullet needs a gun.

As he pushes the saloon's batwing doors open, hat on his head, dust on his clothes, and guns in his holsters, well visible to tell scrubs to keep away, Atsumu isn’t aware of quick, brown, and very curious eyes noticing him already, studying him from a hidden spot. They observe the blonde stranger as he sits on a stool and orders water and a whiskey, hat still on his head.

There is something about the new man that pokes at his curiosity, stir a different sort of interest.

First, he drinks the water, slowly, obviously savouring it, and then he dries his mouth with the back of his hand. He isn’t lacking manners, yet he obviously doesn’t care much about them.

He has broad shoulders, a strong back, narrow waist and obviously strong, muscular legs. He's tall, his lips full and holding a mischievous tilt, and Shouyo smiles intrigued. The cowboy looks dirty and covered in dust, but still quite interesting, a certain air around him, as he carries around and walks. He's confident and thus, maybe under that dust and tattered clothes, there is someone exciting, handsome, smart and…rich.

Hinata Shouyo likes money, craves it, needs it like lungs need oxygen, and smells it miles away. Earns it. In huge amounts.

After all, he's not just the saloon's (what a nice way to call what in fact is a brothel) first and most desired prostitute. Shouyo’s the entire city's most sought prostitute. Nobody else is remotely desired and longed for as Shouyo. Men and women fall at his feet and pay whatever amount he names. And Shouyo names it very high. He's very expensive and doesn’t care to be greedy or shameless. If sex is what they want from him, they’ll have to pay what he wants from them.

He wonders if he's right about the blonde stranger and decides for a game.

If Shouyo is wrong, at least he'll have a way to pass another boring day, another day in which he must lie down, be quiet. Wait. He watches the crowd and smirks as he sees his wealthiest client, Oikawa Tooru. Always dressed so elegantly and bespeaking of his disgustingly rich ass.

A smirk travels his lips. He can really use some fun to kill the boredom, break the tedious routine.

Shouyo checks the tight, black leather corset meant to enhance his narrow waist, the silky crimson shirt falling loose on his chest, exposing the collarbones, sliding lower on a shoulder. His golden, smooth skin is exposed in the right dose. The second-skin tight leather trousers do the rest of the job. He applies some red gloss on skilled lips, brushes his hair, bright and burning with the same light of a sunset on fire, and with swaying hips he descends the steps of the long stair.

Every eye is on him, and he loves the attention, the loud yells turning into murmurs and groans of want, lust quickly filling the room, trying to get at Shouyo. But with his swaying hips, he swats it away, uninterested. That’s not what he wants right now.

He loves the attention, soaks into it for his ego, yet the blonde stranger hasn't yet deigned him of any. It piques Shouyo’s pride no little, so he slowly drops allusive and provoking smiles here and there as he saunters the saloon, as if owning him, reaching Oikawa who waits for him with open arms.

“My Shouyo-chan, so beautiful,” his singsong voice says, handsome and charming smile on his lips and eyes promising a good and very well-paid night.

Oikawa is a great lover, one Shouyo never refuses. He pays handsomely, lavishing him with many expensive gifts, and he’s a pleasure to the eyes, skilled in bed. And he always baths and smells good. So, Shouyo doesn’t mind sleeping with him.

However, there is another problem taking his full attention.

The stranger still ignores Shouyo.

Why? Why hasn’t he yet turned his face to stare at him in adoration and palpable lust? Why does he act as if Shouyo is not there? He's not used to it, not to be noticed. He doesn't know though that the stranger, Miya Atsumu, did notice him, big time, since the first step Shouyo took down the stair. But the stranger can't afford trouble, and Atsumu smelled trouble on the impossibly gorgeous, hot, and sensual as fuck prostitute miles away. He smelled trouble on him even before he descended the stair putting up that show.

He hasn’t missed it. No, sir. Nor has it his cock.

It jumped to attention as soon as, with the first step, the beautiful man swayed his sexy ass wrapped in black leather skin leaving out nothing to imagination. However, strong on his predicament and need to fucking lay low, he told himself to hold it in his pants and put a leash on his horny thoughts. Not the time for it.

He has fucking rangers breathing on his neck, ready to feed the crows with his carcass, so he has to keep it in his pants. He can stop in town only enough time to get some rest, restock ammo and let his horse be ready for the next adventure. Of course, if in the meantime he’ll happen to clean a few, heavy pouches, nothing to do about it, right?

Yet, the redhead prostitute is so fucking hot Atsumu downs another whisky to ease the growing itch, talking his dick to just fucking stop pulsing in his pants. It’s not going to get that ass.

Atsumu never saw hair of such colour, so vibrant and bright it looks like pure, consuming fire. Messy, long locks frame a face so gorgeous that a new meaning for the word should be written. The skin looks smooth like silk, a golden nuance giving a more exotic look, long lashes made to enchant clients, while deep brown eyes ensnared their soul. His ass though. That’s the real troublesome, fucking hot deal. A true masterpiece.

Atsumu has to get out of here and chase the burning temptation away, let it sing in his ears as much as it wishes, since he isn’t going to listen to it. After requesting a passable room, for he has no intention of flaunting money, Atsumu decides it’s time to beat it. He’ll consume his food in the privacy of his room, where no fucking hot ass will try so hard to impress his dick and get fucked by him.

However, the gorgeous prostitute has other plans, being a devilish creature apt to nothing but pure, undiluted, and no little dangerous mischief. Unaware of the pending doom, Atsumu has caught Shouyo’s attention and has stirred more than his mere curiosity.

Shouyo slides into Oikawa's arms and lets the man grab his ass. He never minds it. Oikawa is a skilled lover and very generous. An extremely important detail. Yet, the blonde stranger, something about him inspires Shouyo wildness and unhinged, dangerous moments made only of craziness and fearless recklessness, living just on the edge of the one only instant of life, burning down like a candle.

Something in the blonde stranger lights a fire in his veins. For the first time, Shouyo wants money with a hot, wild, and rough fuck. His blood boils in his veins and makes his skin too tight. He must have him.

Time for his game and so, he gives Oikawa a seducing smile, purring at him. He can use his best cards.

“Shouyo-chan, up to some good time?”

“Always, you know it,” he flirts back, eyes then darting to the stranger, who looks back, even if just for an instant. He's handsome underneath the dirt and dust, but he has made the mistake of keeping ignoring Shouyo. And Shouyo really dislikes it. “Some people though, they need to learn manners, don't you agree?” He provokes on purpose, stealing glances over the blonde man.

Oikawa looks over the stranger and chuckles in that insulting way of his, chin tilted up to show how the view of the man covered in dust harassed his eyes used to finery and splendour.

“Indeed, some shouldn't be allowed near your beauty, staining this saloon and only ordering whiskey.” Oikawa is doing an amazing job and Shouyo only had to press the first key, nothing more.

Atsumu wants to ignore them, the gorgeous prostitute proving alright to be a fucking magnet for trouble and a cheeky hot ass in need of a good spanking. Fuck! Fuck his horny thoughts and his dick growing bigger at the images of that redhead crawling on four on a bed with Atsumu slapping his round ass. With his hands, but with a whip, too.

Oh, fuck. He needs out, like now. He calls the attention of the barman but it's not so easy. They don’t seem to want to let him off the hook. Are they so bored? Well, Atsumu isn’t going to stay long enough to find out, even less to indulge them.

“Who are you?”

It's the pompous jerk named Oikawa who asks him and Atsumu glances at the gun resting on the right. Too stupid. More rangers and the city’s sheriff? Not so smart. Not with his horse tired. No way out of this, hmm? Well, he wants to play who’s the most irritating jerk and who has it bigger game? Be Atsumu’s guest. He isn’t going to lose any of it.

“None of yer business,” he decides to reply, sliding in his usual half-lidded and annoying smirk, measuring both men with it, turning it into a lewd grin as he moves his eyes on the cock-blowing prostitute, Shouyo.

Atsumu turns around, rests his elbow on the bar counter and tips his hat upward. His smug grin is on full display, and he knows what it does to people. He doesn’t miss the look the gorgeous prostitute gives him. Hunger swirls in his beautiful eyes. “See somethin' ya like, hmm?”

The pompous jerk narrows his eyes and goes to talk, but a laughter – so clear, loud, and genuine – stops him. Shouyo, if that it's his real name, laughs openly, the sound like fresh water running free and wild in a mountain river, everyone bewitched by the music it plays out.

“You can't possibly afford me, stranger,” he dares, finger playing with his hair, “no matter how hot you are or sound.”

“Oh?” It's Atsumu's time to laugh and leave both men astonished, Oikawa-jerk more outrage than so, but Shouyo blinks. He didn’t expect nor predicted such reaction from Atsumu and Atsumu loves taking people by surprise. “Yer after easy scrubs and their money, makes sense all considered, but I won't waste mine like this, even if yer so fucking gorgeous and making me hard as we speak.”

Atsumu loves seeing those big, brown eyes first widen and then crinkle in mirth, tongue licking the bottom lip because it's obvious Atsumu's words stirred him.

“Watch your mouth, you shitty brat,” the pompous jerk warns, but Shouyo calms him down easily. Atsumu can see the cheeky gremlin has a scary power on people and it’s fascinating seeing it at work.

“Don't get angry, he's just talk, nothing more,” he dares provoking, taunting further. “He can't afford me by a mile, even if he'd love to,” Shouyo continues provoking, because the stranger hit him deep with his words and his blood sings in lust.

He glimpsed something in his eyes, and he can’t resist it. He must have it.

He wants the stranger to make Shouyo beg on his knees; he wants to let him fuck Shouyo, raw, hard, without any mercy. And he would let him, even for free. This is, if he begged for it first.

“Careful, sunshine, yer trading dangerous paths and yer the one who can't possibly handle me nor afford getting ravished by a real man,” Atsumu drawls calmly, his eyes shamelessly eyeing Shouyo.

Fuck he's hot and sexy. Fuck his cock wants that ass and mouth, wants to make a complete mess out of that beautiful face and edible ass. Atsumu wants the prostitute to moan like a whore and scream in pleasure as he relentlessly fucks into him, without giving him a break. He’ll have to beg Atsumu to stop, but he won’t give it to him. He’ll just fuck him harder.

So, he better leave. No trouble if ya want ta keep yer head on yer neck. That's the rule.

“Keep yer pretty and harmless gentlemen, sweetheart, they suit ya more, they won't break ya,” he smirks, getting up and paying for the drinks. He tilts his hat toward the gorgeous man called Shouyo and goes to leave.

“And you?” The question stops Atsumu, who glances back, Shouyo looking at him with hunger. But not only that.

“And me what, sunshine?” He calls him as such on purpose, having seen earlier the word made him smile in not a flirtatious way.

“You'd break me?” The prostitute asks, eyes wide and lips parted, chest rising and lowering in deep breaths.

Atsumu lets two beats pass before replying, his half-lidded smirk pulling one corner of his mouth up.

“Beyond remedy, sweetheart,” he answers staring straight into his brown eyes, tongue sticking out. “I'd fuckin’ ruin ya.”

With that Atsumu leaves before getting into an argument with the pompous scrub named Oikawa. He didn’t miss the way his pouty mouth fell open in outrage when Atsumu spoke to Shouyo, ready to fight back, but the man was too tired and in dire need of getting the dust off himself.

Once alone in the room, Atsumu takes a moment to relax, finally taking a bath and washing the dirt away from his tired body and hair, the water a soothing, fresh balm for his exhausted limbs and back. He stays in the small makeshift bathtub for a longer while, eyes staring at the ceiling, spotting the dirty blotches and cracks. All considered, the room is far too expensive for what it offers. But Atsumu isn’t going to complain. He has had worse.

After the refreshing bath, he wears new, clean clothes, and of course, he does jerk off. Twice. Because the cheeky redhead really lit his blood like a wildfire and Atsumu can’t seem to put it down, consuming him from the inside and slowly burning its way up, devouring everything as it goes.

*****

Back at the saloon, Shouyo observes the blonde stranger walk away and realises he's as hard as a rock, blood pumping madly. He swallows down what comes over him and takes a deep breath. He'll get that man begging, no matter what. He'll get that man ravishing him, no matter what. Shouyo will get the blonde stranger with such cocky and stirring smirk fuck the light out of him until none of them can’t stand on their feet.

He calms down, though, for he needs to play his cards cleverly. Shouyo goes back to Oikawa, knowing he needs to appease his best client. Whatever the stranger moved inside him, let him glimpse in his wild eyes, Shouyo can’t afford to lose his wealthiest and more generous client.

Therefore, he takes Oikawa to his room and gives him a great show and service. Possibly the best he ever gave Oikawa. However, as they lie in bed having sex, Shouyo sees the blonde man holding him by his waist, hears his voice calling his name, talking to him languidly with his sultry voice, his accent caressing his ears, and Shouyo imagines the expression the stranger will make as he comes with Shouyo’s name on his lips.

He sees and imagines all this, but Hinata Shouyo is a pro and betrays nothing. Despite his thoughts, he gives Oikawa what the man believes to be his full attention. But full it definitely isn’t. Not by a long shot.

After the night spent with Oikawa, the extra money and gifts the man has lavished Shouyo with laying safely in his pockets, a decision has been taken.

The wicked and apt to pure, dangerous mischief prostitute is ready to show his true colours. He knows what he wants, and he knows who can give it to him. It’s just a matter of time.

*****

The following day, when the night falls on the city yet again, a cheeky smile graces Shouyo’s lips while in front of a certain door.

Shouyo thinks he's clever and silent like a ferret, opening the door without making any sound, slipping inside the bedroom like a liquid shadow, melting in the darkness of the night. A triumphant grin is on his face as he thinks he has made it. Yet, little he knows he just met a dangerous and very sly fox. And just stepped right into his lair.

His eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and dread in the darkness of the room, finding it empty, the bed untouched, empty. Has the blonde stranger already left town? But Shouyo made sure to keep an eye on him, so he knows he must be still around.

Shouyo goes to swear at his stupidity for having lost track of the stranger, when he feels a gun pressed against his left side, one hand suddenly clasping over his mouth. Hot breath washes over the side of his face, tingling his skin.

“I knew ya'd come, Shouyo-kun, if this yer real name, hmm?” Atsumu speaks on his ear, obliterating the little space between them by pressing his front against the man' back, caging him.

He’s taken aback for just a short moment but then laughs, nodding at the question. Shouyo is real name, and he likes the way the man says it.

“What's funny?” Shouyo only replies by slipping the blade he kept hidden down his sleeve, pressing it against the stranger's liver. “Fuck.” Indeed, he grins, now really feeling smart and shit. “Who are you?” The hand moves away from his mouth, but the gun keeps pressed against his ribcage.

Shouyo says nothing, only presses the blade harder. Two can play the game.

“Yer not just a normal and very hot prostitute, hmm?” He demands with that sultry and sensual voice of his, lips almost touching his ear. He sounds amused.

“And I assume you're not just a very hot, blonde stranger, right?” The man chuckles, sliding closer to him. Shouyo invitingly sways his ass against his bulge. He must be big. He can feel it.

“Name?” He demands yet again, hot breath doing things to Shouyo’s core and blood.

“Shouyo is my real name and yours?”

There is a pause made of many heartbeats and he understands the man has quite the story to tell. A long, exciting story to tell him.

“Atsumu,” he slowly says. “Who are you?” He asks back, pressing harder on Shouyo, leaving nothing out to imagination. He’s big.

“Someone who loves money and got too greedy, so decided to change profession until things really quiet down,” he honestly replies.

“Hmm, sounds familiar, watcha want?”

It’s a very simple question and Shouyo knows the very simple answer to it.

“You, Atsumu,” he finally can use the stranger’s name, and he likes the way it rolls on his tongue. “You begging for me, you on your knees begging for me to let you fuck me,” Shouyo shamelessly replies.

It's no longer a matter of money or pride. It's a matter of primal need and consuming want.  Atsumu bursts out laughing, the sound so pure and contagious, and then he lowers the gun.

“I ain't gonna beg, sunshine, yer gonna get on your knees and let me first fuck yer cheeky, sexy mouth, down to yer throat, then yer gonna moan like a whore while I ram inside yer round ass,” he tells him pure filth as he purrs and takes a full grab of Shouyo's ass, slapping hard it right after.

Oh, Shouyo’s so hard and turned on he sees white, his skin about to burst for how tight it feels around him. But…

“Never,” Shouyo challenges back grinning, but he’s suddenly disarmed by Atsumu, knife clattering on the floor where it falls. He's spun around and held by the man's big and calloused hands. He's so impossibly handsome. “I won't beg,” he insists while the man’s eyes burn his skin, penetrate inside him and tug at his soul.

“Neither will I, but ya want me, hm?” So arrogant and confident. He’s infuriating yet Shouyo finds it exhilarating.

“And you want me,” Shouyo counters, those full lips turning up into a beautiful yet ravenous grin, teeth showing, their faces nearing, the clean smell of soap and mint overwhelming Shouyo. His breathing hitches up following the fastening pace of his roaring blood, his pupils dilate as lust takes over him. “You want me,” he repeats as if under a sort of daze.

“I want ta fuck ya really bad,” Atsumu admits without any bit of shame. Shouyo loves it because it’s maddeningly electrifying.

Shouyo inhales sharply and can't resist the urge to snake his arms around Atsumu's neck, arching into him. Nobody ever told him so with such silky yet feral and lustful voice. The blonde man means it like nobody else ever did. He’s not looking at Shouyo the most desired prostitute. He’s looking just at Shouyo and seeing through him, reading his hidden pages.

“You want me?” He asks again, needing to hear it one more time, because the sound of his sensual voice is a dangerous undoing and Shouyo can’t wait to let it break him apart.

The man nods with a crooked smirk, eyes devouring Shouyo, obviously not minding to admits it another time.

“Yah, I wantcha really bad.”

A moan escapes Shouyo’s parted lips and he only wishes to get fucked. Bad and wild and rough, for the entire night.

“Ready ta get screwed for the entire night? I'll make ya scream so much nobody will get a wink of sleep,” Atsumu promises, hands digging into Shouyo's sides, trailing down on his ass. He's hard, so very hard. They both are very hard and Shouyo swallows down.

“What makes you think I'll let you?” Atsumu chuckles, very confident.

“Cuz ya desire me, sunshine, ya want me like ya never wanted anyone else before,” he drawls as he smirks, knowing he’s right. “Cuz they're all scrubs, and ya want a bite of a real, dangerous man, hmm? You, Shouyo, want it dirty, messy, rough, and really fucking hard,” he says with a lewd expression, nose almost grazing Shouyo's neck. “Lie if you dare.”

Shouyo wants that filthy mouth on his own, wants it to tell him more dirty things, bite his neck, eat him out, shut him up and drive him insane, so his brain will stop functioning. Shouyo is burning and shivering in need, lust blinding him.

“Yes,” he admits in a murmur. “I want you, Atsumu,” he finds himself moaning in the darkness, while the man’s hands hold him tightly. “I need you to fuck me so hard I'll even forget my name."

“Ya won't forget my name,” Atsumu smugly teases, hands fully groping Shouyo's ass and suddenly lifting him up. “I won't pay, though, even if I can fully afford ya.”

“I don't want money,” he replies, legs wrapping around the man's waist, lips almost touching. “I demand only sex.”

Atsumu smirks and then finally claims that naughty and sinful mouth, tongue diving between the luscious red lips without wasting time. He wreaks havoc as his tongue glides proprietary around Shouyo’s and then Shouyo moans loudly. However, this time, it’s not because he is paid or putting on a show for a client. Pleasure truly fills him full to the brim, leaving him breathless and about to explode. He kisses back aggressively, letting out all he’s got inside him, and they both groan.

“Bed,” Shouyo orders in a raspy breath while his fingers tug impatiently at blonde hair.

“Nope, sugar, door,” Atsumu counters.

“What?”

“First I'm gonna fuck ya against the door, rough, quick and without niceties,” he explains with a smirk. “Then I'll screw yer brain out in bed.”

Shouyo has barely the time to understand what's going on before finding himself pressed against the door with Atsumu right behind him, his hands quickly undoing his trousers and pulling them down just the necessary.

“Last chance out,” Atsumu purrs on his ear, biting it, licking it, promising Shouyo all he wants and needs.

“Fuck me,” he orders as he looks behind from his shoulder, piercing through the blonde cowboy’s dark eyes. He takes one of his rough hands and guides it to his own painfully hard cock. “Fuck me, Atsumu.” The need is about to slash through his skin and the man feels it in the growling quality of his voice, smirking at him.

Gods, Shouyo wants to wipe that smug smirk away from his outrageously handsome face and he wants to do it by blowing his brain off. He’ll do it, because if Hinata doesn’t get to suck Atsumu off after been properly and roughly fucked, he’ll lose his mind.

The man runs his nose on Shouyo's neck and inhales deeply, humming and lazily stroking his erection.

“Ya smell good, Shouyo,” his name sounds so sensual in his mouth, like a promise of forbidden pleasure, the fruit he shouldn’t bite but cannot wait to devour. It sounds downright obscene yet unbearably intimate.

Shouyo purrs, hand reaching out back to grab at the blonde hair, now soft and silky, no longer cover in dust. Not that it matteres much anyway. Atsumu can be dirty or clean, it really doesn’t matter, because he will always be impossibly hot.

Atsumu unzips his pants and pulls himself out, licking his lips as he glances at Shouyo's exposed ass. Fuck, so round, so meaty, so eager to get rammed and slapped. And one hard slap lands on it, earning a surprised yelp. Atsumu strokes himself and then presses his pulsing cock against Shouyo's ass, rubbing it between the meaty globes and groaning out as he grabs them with full hands.

“Yer ass feels amazing, sunshine,” he says with strained voice, pausing at Shouyo's next words.

“You're big,” he lets out an indecent moan and fuck Atsumu’s life if that didn’t turn him harder. “Oh Gods, you're really big, Atsumu,” Shouyo whimpers, his illegally hot ass wriggling against him, thus driving the man to the verge of insanity in seeing how greedy the sexy gremlin is.

Atsumu blinks and then smirks, a soft chuckle rippling from him. He isn’t shy about his cock, as he knows he’s big, thank you very much. But hearing it from Shouyo while he moans it out like the sluttiest whore ever? Hearing it from such breath-taking beauty? Oh fuck, the guy just pressed the fucking right button.

He gets harder, if that’s even possible, and wastes no time by thrusting two fingers inside Shouyo's mouth. Enough with niceties. It’s time to dance.

“Suck,” he orders because he's going to eat Shouyo out in bed, later.

Shouyo obeys and sucks at his fingers in such lewd way Atsumu pictures that cheeky mouth wrapped around his fat, big cock. Oh, later. The redhead knows what he's doing and in fact Shouyo plans to drive Atsumu out of mind and get more than just a night of wild sex. There's more in the blonde cowboy that excites Shouyo. So, he silently gloats when he hears Atsumu grunt. He slips the fingers out of his mouth to turn around and stare at the blonde.

He wants to taste those full and smirking lips. And he does, crushing his mouth over Atsumu's. His eyes roll back when the man opens to him and their tongues meet, tangling and fighting for dominance Atsumu wins, growling as he deepens the kiss right when he slips his fingers inside Shouyo's ass. He cries in that skilled mouth and feels Atsumu grin, working his ass madly.

“Ya like it?”

Argh...infuriating cocky jerk who is melting Shouyo with just two fingers. A third follows and the kiss grows in urgency and lust, a mess of teeth, sucking and biting, smacking sounds, groans and moans. Shouyo doesn't almost realise when Atsumu thrusts inside of him.

Well, almost, because the man is seriously big, and drives inside fully, balls deep, leaving him out of breath. Gods, he's so…

“Yer so fuckin' tight and I never imagined it, but it feels great,” he grunts against his ear, one hand on Shouyo's hip, the other wrapping around his dick.

Atsumu pumps him with the same merciless intensity with which he fucks him. Hard, rough, deep, without asking, imposing the rhythm, rattling Shouyo and slamming him against the door. So primal and like two animals in heat, but he loves it, and he moans, loudly, filthy words leaving his mouth, meeting Atsumu in his thrusts and clamping around him.

“Fuck yer tight and it's insane, sunshine...yer gonna break my dick,” he grunts. “How's possible?”

“You think I spread my legs for everyone? I'm very expensive,” he lashes out with biting temper, but Atsumu chuckles amused. The sound is fascinating and alluring, it tingles his senses and ears, shivers travelling his body.

“I know yer expensive and that's fair, I'd pay any price for ya, whatever ya'd ask me, name it Shouyo, and I'll give it ta ya,” Atsumu says in all honesty, unable to lie.

Sure, Shouyo is trouble and he showed it a moment ago, but Atsumu finds him insanely exciting, unhinged in the best way, an innate hunger burning in his eyes, possible to taste on his tongue...Atsumu can't stop kissing and fucking Shouyo and doesn't want to stop. He wants Shouyo.

“Do you mean it?” He breathes as he shoves back to meet Atsumu's thrusts, arching his back, fingers tightly tangling in the blonde hair. This is all out of mind, crazy, hasty but...Shouyo wants it, needs it. He wants and feels he needs Atsumu. “So?” He insists again.

“I mean it, name the price, my sunshine,” he replies and looks into his eyes, smiling, but not like a wicked, sly fox. There’s shocking honesty in his eyes. “Ask me anything.”

“Take me with you,” Shouyo murmurs and Atsumu stills inside, watching him carefully. “Take me with you, Atsumu, away from here,” he continues and for a couple of seconds he fears the silence coming from the blonde cowboy equals to rejection.

“I'm wanted, got rangers breathing on my neck and my life ain’t exactly riding the honest line,” he says with a dark smirk. “Nor it goes without danger. I like danger.”

Shouyo trembles at hearing those words, seeing that smirk. Where has Atsumu been his entire life? Why hasn’t he come to this accursed town earlier?

“I'm wanted, too,” Shouyo confesses and Atsumu laughs.

“Why am I not surprised, hmm?”

“So?” He asks with impatience.

Shouyo needs to know. Now that he met Atsumu he wants out and get back to his old life. But with Atsumu.

“Deal, sweetheart,” Atsumu says with a playful smile and a promising light gleaming in his beautiful golden-brown eyes. “If ya want excitement, I'll give ya plenty,” he purrs against his ear, slowly taking to fuck inside Shouyo, without any rush, following a languid rhythm, drawing out of him long, quiet whimpers. “I’ll give ya plenty of dangerous excitement, sunshine, inside and outside the bedroom, yah?”

Shouyo is unsure whether his heart is still beating.

Where has Atsumu been his entire life?

They stare at each other only breathing, silence between them, until their mouths collide together and lose in a long, passionate kiss. Atsumu takes screwing Shouyo harder than before, so strongly the door groans and risks giving in. Shouyo is a mess of moans and cries and soon they reach such a high peak of pleasure, as they both meet in an orgasm, that white light flashes in front of their eyes, groans filling the room, bodies shaking violently.

They still, melt, and Shouyo leans against Atsumu's wide chest, breathing heavily, sated yet hungry for more. Exactly like Atsumu, who pulls out of Shouyo and, without wasting time, he lifts Shouyo in his arms, carrying him to bed.

“I need to screw ya more, my sexy sweetheart, but how about tomorrow we clean a few scrubs? Starting from that pompous jerk of before?”

“Who?”

“That Oikawa ass.”

Shouyo chuckles like a very impish sprite and goes to straddle Atsumu, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it down his broad shoulders.

“I like the idea and he's very rich,” he says with conspiratorial air, grinning. “Together?”

“Of course, Shouyo.”

They kiss, for long time. Neither of them has ever kissed so much before meeting the other, but now the urge is imperative, and it becomes a matter of life and death.

“But first,” Shouyo breaks it for air. “I need my own reward and revenge.”

“Revenge?” Atsumu asks without hiding his mirth, left brown arching up.

“Yes, my revenge, Atsumu,” Shouyo explains while he wrestles in bed with him and gets the man on his back, sliding between his strong thighs. “I’m gonna get you beg for me to never stop blowing you off,” he cheekily says and Atsumu throws his head back, laughing.

“Be my guest, babe,” he replies. “I’ll gladly beg for somethin’ like that,” he winks and goes to remove his jeans, but Shouyo wastes no time and does it himself.

In the heat of the moment, the fabric is almost ripped apart from his frantic tugging, and the haughty chuckles of the blonde do nothing to lessen Shouyo’s scorching need to have him open his arrogant mouth only to beg.

He swallows down as the jeans are tossed somewhere behind, his eyes immediately glued on the view in front of him.

Shit. Atsumu wears no underwear, thus everything is presented to Shouyo. The man is freaking big, very much thick and even more hard. Feeling inside is one thing, seeing it is another. Shouyo’s tongue snakes out wetting his lips, foretasting the fun. He’s going to enjoy this, shamelessly so, especially when his hands take to slowly massage those long legs. Atsumu really has strong and very muscular thighs, making Shouyo impatient to ride them. But first, his sweet revenge.

Under the palpable stare of the blonde cowboy, Shouyo peers up to meet his wicked eyes and they exchange a playful grin, which is five parts naughty and five parts devilish. While holding those confident eyes with his own, Shouyo lowers himself on the man’s hard cock and, as first thing, draws the entire length with his tongue. Slowly, very slowly, with the flat of his tongue, feeling him twitching.

It takes only another round of it and strong fingers curl around his orange locks, pulling at them as the man groans.

“Fuck,” Atsumu swears under his breath, eyes slightly hooded but never leaving Shouyo.

The devilish redhead smiles, not an ounce of innocence on his lips, and dives to taste more at Atsumu’s cock. He loves the musky but very clean taste, just like the smell, of fresh soap, of wildness given by his life and of pure Atsumu.

Shouyo hums at the taste as his tongue keeps swirling around the head of Atsumu’s erection, enjoying it as if he is enjoying an ice cream cone, teasing, running away when the man goes to push his head down, lapping hard when fingers tug at his hair, smirking satisfied in hearing him moaning and groaning in pleasure. Shouyo knows he’s the best at it and he’s going to show it to Atsumu. The best lover he ever had.

Without giving the blonde any time to focus or recover, Shouyo swallows him full. Well, he tries because he truly is big, and it takes no little effort. However, he swallows inch after amazing hard and pulsing inch, feeling beads of precum on his tongue, eyes rolling back at the taste of it.

And he starts sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks yet keeping his tongue twirling and playing around the length.

“Oh fuck, Shouyo!” His voice is gravel and dripping in abandon, fingers pulling at Shouyo’s hair almost painfully yet letting him do what he wants. “Yes, God, yes, like this baby…” He has just taken him fully, Atsumu effectively deep-throating him.

He’s huge and tears form at the corner of his eyes, but Shouyo is just too turned on and lost in blowing Atsumu to notice. He just moves on him, bobs his head up and down, pulls back slowly and lets the big cock go with a popping sound. Just for a moment, as he goes to take him back, deep down his throat right after.

Atsumu wriggles in bed and arches, thrusting deeper inside Shouyo’s mouth and is a stream of obscenely filthy words tumbling out over and over. Oh, he loves hearing the man talking dirty, it drives him insane and excites him. Not to mention, Atsumu’s voice is dangerous. It’s like a spell. The grip on his hair grows harsher and, suddenly, his face is shoved down as the blonde thrusts in his mouth, a couple of times.

Their eyes met, Atsumu smirks, the arrogant fox, but Shouyo twirls his tongue around like he only knows how to, together with moving his lips tightly around the pulsing cock, and the table is turned.

“Fuck, yes, please…keep going, God! Please don’t fucking stop…”

A grin blooms on his face. Shouyo has Atsumu moaning and begging him, and he gives it to him, because hearing him shattered by pleasure issued by Shouyo, well, breaks every possible tether keeping him still anchored to sanity.

He works around the man’s dick with such lust and hunger, it takes short time before Atsumu is moaning he’s about to come and Shouyo wants to take him. When the orgasm hits the blonde, it almost hits Shouyo, too.

Atsumu shoots down his throat, and the redhead drinks him till the last drop, and the mere view of it almost throws the blonde into another orgasm. Fuck, his heart is about to jump out of his throat and his head feels like a puddle. His body is ridden by tremors of lingering pleasure and he doesn’t care exhaustion hits him hard for a while.

It’s been so strong, Atsumu saw white. His chest rises and lowers in deep breath while the cheeky menace with wild, orange hair is plopped on top of him, grinning down all satisfied and looking smug.

Oh, he can’t wait to wipe it from his gorgeous yet very fuckable face.

After Atsumu regains the ability to think coherently again – nobody ever gave him head so amazingly and he makes sure to praise Shouyo – they kiss lost in overwhelming urgency, for long time, tear each other’s remaining clothes away to get naked and feel their skins. As they roll on the bedsheets, Atsumu grabs Shouyo's wrists and presses them against the bed.

He only stares at him for many silent heartbeats. His eyes can’t seem to get enough from the view. It’s bewitching and it drinks to his soul, pulling Atsumu closer to Shouyo.

“Have I toldja yer fucking gorgeous?” He murmurs, adding, “and hot?”

“You told me I got you hard,” Shouyo giggles, legs wrapping around Atsumu’s waist to drag him closer. “And you're very hot yourself, and amazing in bed,” he drops with a devilish wink on purpose, having realized the man likes hearing such things. Not like he was lying anyway. Nobody ever screwed Shouyo like that and it’s just the beginning. His greediness is a black, bottomless well, but the blonde can easily fill it up.

“Am I?” Atsumu plays along, knowing it’s true. His hands slid down his arms, so very slowly it’s pure torture, touching every inch of his skin, as if memorizing it, till they reach his sides. “Am I really so amazing?” Shouyo giggles more and pulls the man closer as he locks his hands behind his neck.

He can imagine himself spending the rest of his days lost in reckless adventures with a man like Atsumu.

“You are and you know it,” he purrs seductively, for then changing tone of voice. “Now, fuck me again, rough and hard, as you promised earlier.”

“I promised ta break ya, sunshine,” Atsumu corrects him. “Ta ruin ya.”

Shouyo swallows down, chest rising and lowering, but his eyes smirk back at the blonde cowboy with the same dangerous, dark light.

“Then break me and ruin me, Atsumu.”

Suddenly, Shouyo is the one rolling Atsumu on his back, as he wants to ride his strong thighs. The man sees his idea and lies back while his hands grab his ass hard, with a proprietary quality in the grip turning Shouyo higher in excitement.

“Yer ass will be my undoin’, sunshine,” his languid voice carries like warm honey to Shouyo’s ears, and his head drops back as the sound of it travels his entire body, feeling invisible fingers touching him and making his skin feverish. The blonde cowboy holds in his bedroom voice an eerie power over Shouyo.

Although he feels like the man is marking his entire shivering body with his rough hands, Atsumu is only folding his ass, sinking his fingers in his meaty globes. Until a sharp sound of skin slapping hard on skin breaks the silence of the room. A surprise gasp leaves Shouyo’s mouth, soon turning into an obscene moan as Atsumu repeats the action, only harsher, the sting of pain mixing with pleasure and coursing through Shouyo’s blood like a powerful drug.

“Again,” his lips spill out as a sinful prayer and Atsumu doesn’t let the gorgeous redhead repeat himself twice.

He gives his outrageously round and fuckable ass a damn good spanking, adding to each slap, seeing the lust completely dazing Shouyo. Oh, the cheeky beauty likes an ol’ good spanking? Atsumu will definitely oblige, and not just with his hands, but for now he must do only with them.

“Oh God, Atsumu, more…ahh…”

Fuck, the guy will be his premature cause of death, if he keeps moaning and wriggling his ass against his about to burst cock. So, to save his sanity, Atsumu grabs the guy’s waist and ground him harder against him.

“Ride me, sweetheart,” he purrs, the sound of his voice revealing the nearly unhuman hunger boiling down his blood. He must fuck Shouyo yet again.

The gorgeous redhead snaps out of his sexual daze and sensually smiles at the blonde, lowering himself to him just to tempt him like the devil incarnate with his luscious and red lips, with his cheeky and very skilled tongue. He kisses Atsumu deeply, leaving the man breathless, trails down his neck, teases and bites his skin, skilfully draws out lustful groan from the man’s throat and then, his mischievous eyes notice something. Shouyo leans to the side and quickly grabs whatever he saw a moment ago, wearing it and tearing out of Atsumu a purely animalistic growl.

“Fuck, baby,” he hears himself groaning while his fingers sink into Shouyo’s meaty globes, painfully without any doubt, going to leave visible marks.

Shouyo has just grabbed and wore Atsumu’s Stetson hat, the picture of blazing wildness, the messy orange locks looking like licking flames, his eyes a dangerous menace and carrying a promise of consuming exciting.

And what does the gorgeous and tangerine-haired devil? He smiles down at him oozing pure mischief and lack of shame, making the motion to ride a horse. Atsumu watches enthralled and then chuckles, amused, aroused beyond mere words.

“Yer fucking gorgeous, Shouyo,” he drawls out with low voice. His hands still on his ass and hold the guy firmly. Then a smirk travels his lips. “Ride me,” he orders and when Shouyo lowers himself on him and lets Atsumu slowly slide inside his hot, waiting walls, it takes all his effort not to shoot right away. “Fuck, ya feel amazin’.”

“And you’re so big, Atsumu,” Shouyo breathes out with parted lips, tip of his tongue wetting them, hat tipped back.

Ah fuck. He’s really going to break him.

They have a very long and rough, wild night, unable to stop fucking not until dawn slips its feeble light in the room and they decide they need to rest.

“Atsumu?”

“Hmm?” He hums lazily, tip of his fingers drawing lines on Shouyo’s naked back.

“You did break me,” he murmurs with his mouth pressed against the man’s chest, and Atsumu knows Shouyo can feel the effect those words provoked in him. Atsumu knows Shouyo can feel and hear his heartbeat picking up and going faster. He closes his eyes and kisses the top of his red head.

“I warned ya,” he only says and Shouyo giggles.

“You certainly did.”

They snuggle in each other’s arms and grin in complicity, ready for a new exciting day and to some possibly not very law-abiding fun. Nobody is going to get hurt, only lose a penny or two. Alright, maybe a few more, but nothing tragic.

Once the people in town understand what happened, and that their pockets and pouches have become considerable lighter than before, Atsumu and Shouyo are already far away. They already put many miles between themselves and the angry citizens.

They enjoy a new life, freedom, reckless and dangerous days, the bless of being together and having sex every single day, with the stars above their heads when they sleep outside in the wild. They love it. They're both very greedy and fearless, as nothing scares them, and they live for the adrenaline breaking the law and daring danger give them.

The tale of the two infamous bandits with golden hair and red as fire curls soon becomes legendary, and every ranger searches for them, since the reward for their heads is exorbitant. It must be said though, they chase them without any success. Because Atsumu and Shouyo are too smart to be caught.

Nevertheless, they live by their own rules and principles, questionable by many for sure yet not truly dreadful. Atsumu and Shouyo never kill nor hurt anyone undeserving. They only steal money from rich scrubs who can afford a few less coins, while they cherish their freedom and the newfound love for each other.

They had a crazy and outlawed life, always chased by rangers, always moving around, but they were always happy and together, until their very last day.