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It'd started in high school. In third year, Osamu had watched Suna drop into an effortless straddle stretch one morning before practice and thought, Holy shit.
He'd always known Suna was flexible. It was kind of his thing, after all. The whole reason he was even here at Inarizaki in the first place was because of the various freaky ways he could use the stability and flexibility of his core when he went to spike.
And maybe it was because he'd woken up hard that morning and was still pretty horny, but when offering to help Suna with his stretches had turned into a front-row seat to the show that was Suna Rintarou's tight ass in his tiny volleyball shorts as he lowered himself into a pancake, well. Osamu was suddenly in real danger of publicly humiliating himself with how fast the blood in his body started rushing south.
The speed in which all the blood left his head must've caused his brain-to-mouth filter to stall, because before he knew it he'd blurted: "Fuck, are ya this flexible everywhere?"
Suna whipped his head around to stare at Osamu. Before Osamu could process what he'd just done by verbalizing his extremely ill-timed horny thoughts about his friend to said friend, Suna merely smirked and said, "Would you like to find out?"
That did the complete opposite of making Osamu less horny, and he was so dumbstruck by the entire exchange that he'd just gaped with his mouth slack as Suna rose from his stretch and started his warm-up drills.
That weekend, Osamu lost his virginity in the bottom bunk of Suna's dorm room, and he discovered that Suna really was as flexible as he looked.
Seven years since they opened the can of worms labelled "friends that fuck," and Osamu didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, Suna had only gotten hotter. On the other hand, sex with Suna was always so much better than sex with anyone else that Osamu was finding it hard to be interested in people that weren't Suna.
This was a problem when you lived in two separate prefectures and one of you was a professional athlete that was constantly travelling. They kept things casual because a committed relationship was a lot of work, work neither of them had the time for while they were both busy with their careers.
There was a time, before Suna had made the national team, when Suna would spend the off-season with Osamu and they got to see each other for six whole months out of the year. During those days, Osamu had thought that maybe it was doable after all, and came this close to asking Suna for this to be a real thing.
Then, Suna had been called to the national team. They'd celebrated that night with Osamu's most expensive Kobe beef and a bottle of nice champagne, and as they sat on the couch sipping their wine Suna had looked over with a bright grin and said, "I actually did it."
His tone had been one of disbelief, as if it was a surprise to him. Osamu simply replied, "I always knew ya would."
Osamu felt that he would never forget the way Suna looked that night. They'd spent a long time just sloppily making out, then Suna had smirked and declared he wanted to show Osamu the results of his new quad workout and proceeded to ride him so hard Osamu cried.
They went for round two in Osamu's bedroom, where Suna handed him his phone with the camera app open and said, If I'm happy with your performance I'll send the video to you afterwards.
Osamu never needed an incentive to fuck Suna, but after hearing that he'd wasted no time throwing one of Suna's long legs over his shoulder and pounding him in a way that showed just how desperate he was to get that video.
After that, Osamu took it upon himself to get Suna cleaned up. Which was how fingering Suna to make sure they got all the cum out turned into round three against the shower wall.
It was almost as if they were on something that night. And in a way, they were—Suna had no doubt been under the influence of both the Dom Pérignon and the high of achieving his lifelong dream. As for Osamu, he was equally as drunk on the champagne as he was on Suna himself.
Honestly, he couldn't help himself. Happiness just looked so good on Suna, with his cheeks flushed and still smiling like the cat that got the cream even as he curled up against Osamu under the sheets.
So when the League season ended that year and Suna said, I'm probably gonna be busy all summer, no need to wait around for me, Osamu had decided not to make it about himself and kept his mouth shut.
True to his word, Suna spent that summer training with the national team in Tokyo and travelling to various countries for competitions. Osamu stayed in Osaka to tend to his restaurant, and jerked off to the video of Suna from that night when he got horny.
It was after one such night, four months since he'd last seen Suna, that Osamu found himself staring up at his ceiling with cum cooling on his belly and thought, I can't go on like this.
But it was like Suna had a sixth sense for these kinds of things. Every time Osamu finally made up his mind to try and move on, Suna would send him a thirst trap from the gym, or a text saying i miss you, or call him in the middle of the night and touch himself while he told Osamu about how he couldn't stop thinking about him.
And maybe Osamu was weak, or pathetic, but as soon as he heard Suna say that he forgot every single reason why it would be smarter to move on. All he could feel was the way his blood absolutely sang at the sound of Suna's pretty voice, how hot Suna sounded moaning his name, and how hard his dick got thinking about Suna. Osamu fucked his fist as he listened to Suna whining for his cock over the phone, then after he nutted and wished a drowsy Suna goodnight, Osamu passed out and slept better than he had in months.
So that was how things have been going ever since. They saw each other when they could, usually during the League season when Suna's games brought him close enough to where Osamu was, or whenever Suna got a break from training. When they didn't see each other, they texted and Osamu survived off the videos they took during their hookups and the occasional phone sex.
They weren't exclusive. At least, they weren't supposed to be. Theoretically, they were allowed to see other people when they were apart, because they never said they couldn't. In practice though, Osamu found that he was bad at not being exclusive.
He discovered this a few years ago, when his last non-Suna hookup had ended with him getting kicked off the guy the second Osamu finished coming.
"My name's not Rin," was all the guy said when Osamu stared at him in bewilderment.
Osamu stopped fucking other people after that.
He didn't know if Suna saw other people when they weren't together, because Suna never talked about it and Osamu never asked. He'd never seen any evidence that there was someone else, and frankly, that was good enough for Osamu.
Osamu hadn't known how important that last part was until it suddenly wasn't true anymore. In a way, he'd been spoiled by Suna's discretion, and like a fool, gotten complacent. Suna was so good for so long at not making it obvious whether he'd been sleeping with other people that it allowed Osamu to pretend he wasn't. And if he wasn't, then Osamu could keep telling himself that he didn't mind doing a casual relationship while both he and Suna chased their dreams in separate parts of the country.
The illusion shattered one late September, after a long and gruelling international season ended with Japan's victory at the Asian Volleyball Championships. Japan had won the title back after narrowly losing out on it two years ago, and it was the first time they'd won with Suna on the team.
Osamu had caught the final with his former Inarizaki teammates, and the moment Ushijima, Suna, and Bokuto shut down Iran's final attack to win the game for Japan, the entire room had erupted into cheers. In the midst of it all, as Osamu watched Suna getting tackled by Bokuto in a bear hug before they were quickly swallowed by the rest of national team in giant red swarm, the only thing he'd really registered was the warm swell of pride and affection in his chest.
He was happy for his brother, happy for his friends on the team, happy for his country, and especially happy for Suna, who'd finally won a major title as a part of the national team. He was also a little happy for himself, because now the international season was over, and that meant the national team would finally be coming home.
Osamu's good mood continued for the next several days. He'd even reposted the photo Suna had uploaded of him, Atsumu, and Aran with their gold medals on Onigiri Miya's official Instagram, which had earned him a strongly-worded text from Atsumu himself demanding to know why Osamu was promoting Suna's Instagram on his restaurant's page instead of his own brother's. He responded to that by telling Atsumu to be grateful Osamu didn't crop him out.
His mood only continued to improve when Suna sent him a text that read: mind if i come and stay with u a couple days before i head home? i've been missing your cooking.
All in all, everything had been going well up until it hadn't.
Suna had flown directly to Osaka from his layover in Dubai instead of going home to Nagoya. I'm gonna pass through Nagoya on my way back to Shizuoka anyway, I'll just see my family then, Suna had said.
Osamu had spent the previous day preparing ingredients for the ramen Suna said he'd been craving while he was abroad. The actual day itself passed mostly in a blur of customers and filling out orders at the restaurant, and by the time he'd closed shop for the day he had just enough time to get home and start heating the broth and prep the toppings.
He was chopping the scallions when the buzzer rang. Osamu quickly buzzed him in and unlocked the door, unable to tamp down the anticipation bubbling in his gut.
By the time Suna made it to the door, everything was just about ready. Wiping his hands on a dish cloth, Osamu stepped out to greet Suna just as he entered the genkan.
"I'm home," Suna drawled.
Hearing that never failed to send a secret thrill up Osamu's spine. "Welcome home. Hope yer hungry."
Suna grinned as he changed into the pair of slippers Osamu always kept for him when he came over. Within two long strides, he was standing in front of Osamu and closing the distance between them.
Osamu licked eagerly into Suna's mouth the second their lips met. Suna brought one hand up to tangle his fingers in the hair at the back of Osamu's head and tug him closer.
Osamu fought not to let out a desperate moan as Suna sucked hard on his tongue. There would be time for more of that later, but god was Suna a good kisser.
They separated, and breathing into the space between their lips, Suna said, "I'm starving."
Osamu ushered Suna in, and headed to the kitchen while Suna took the opportunity to take a shower. Not wanting the noodles to overcook, he waited until he could hear Suna leaving the bathroom before dropping them in.
"Were Tsumu and Aran-kun not suspicious that ya didn't fly to Tokyo or Nagoya?" Osamu asked when he heard Suna settle down at the dining table with a scrape of the chair.
"Well, they did ask, but I just told them I was coming for the Inarizaki reunion this weekend before heading up north."
Osamu turned to face Suna, who was watching him from the dining table with his head propped against his hand. His hair was still soft from his shower, and he was dressed comfortably in casual loungewear. "Inarizaki reunion? Did I miss somethin'?"
Suna quirked an eyebrow. "You don't recall the dinner they scheduled to celebrate the win?"
Osamu huffed, amused. "That ain't no official reunion, it's just Kita-san invitin' us over for supper."
"He's inviting everyone from high school, isn't he? Sounds like a reunion to me."
After the noodles were ready, Osamu scooped them out and added chashu, an egg, shiraga negi, and the chopped scallions. He added the broth and a drizzle of oil before setting the bowl down in front of Suna. "Here ya go, one shio ramen."
Suna clapped his hands together. "Thanks for the food."
Osamu took a seat opposite him and watched as Suna tucked into the noodles. Watching people eat his food always made him happy, but there was always something special about cooking for the people he loved.
They chatted idly as Suna ate. Osamu asked about the tournament, and Suna told him various stories about the matches and the training. Apparently, one of Atsumu's (non-volleyball) goals at the AVC Championships this year was to get Kageyama to film some TikTok trend with him.
"You should've seen Atsumu's face when Kageyama fucked it up for the fourth time in a row. I told him to just find someone else because it was so obvious Kageyama barely gave a shit and didn't understand why Atsumu was making him do this, but he insisted that he couldn't because he wanted to make 'a setter thing.' I think he was just trying to capitalize on the fact that Kageyama barely does social media so when he does it always goes crazy viral. Poor kid doesn't even know he's being used as engagement bait so your brother can get more followers," Suna said as he slurped the broth.
Osamu laughed. "Poor Tobio-kun. Did they manage to film it in the end?"
"Nah. Atsumu just uploaded the attempts with the text 'POV: you're trying to get Tobio-kun to film a TikTok with you.' The fans ate it up, so I guess he got what he wanted anyway." Suna swallowed the last bite of his noodles and let out a sigh. "I've missed this. Nothing beats Japanese food, especially yours."
"Yeah? Was it everythin' ya dreamed of? I had to start cookin' the broth yesterday, y'know." Osamu grinned.
Suna rose to put the the dishes in the sink, then turned back and walked until he was right in front Osamu. Putting one hand on the table and the other on the back of Osamu's chair, he leaned in and said, "The ramen was good, but I'm gonna need a little more from the chef for it to be perfect."
Osamu surged up and caught Suna's lips with his own. As they kissed, Osamu slipped a hand under Suna's shirt to trace the hard planes of his abdomen, before reaching up to pinch a nipple between his fingers.
Suna gasped and mumbled, "Bedroom."
They quickly made their way to Osamu's bedroom, where Suna pushed him until he was sitting on his bed then dropped to his knees between Osamu's thighs. The sight alone was enough to send the blood rushing to his dick.
"Gonna blow you. I've been thinking about this cock for weeks." Suna reached for Osamu's waistband to tug his sweats and boxers down.
Osamu inhaled sharply as Suna took his cock in one hand and gave it a couple strokes. Suna looked up, caught his eye, gave the tip a kiss, then swallowed him down all at once.
Osamu groaned and got hard so fast it made him dizzy. The way Suna gave head always drove him crazy—zero to 100 without any preamble.
"Fuck, I missed y—this." Osamu could feel the way Suna's throat spasmed around him as Suna just held him there and breathed against the dark curls at his pubic bone. After a few moments, he pulled back and began bobbing his head in a punishing speed.
Osamu couldn't help but thrust lightly into the heat of Suna's mouth. At some point, he'd closed his eyes, but he wrenched them open again so he could watch the way Suna looked blowing him. The sight of Suna, eyes glassy and face flushed as he choked on it, was so hot Osamu moaned out loud.
"Ah—oh my god, shit, y'r so gorgeous Suna, ya look so pretty suckin' my cock. Yer just gaggin' for it, aren't ya?"
Suna hummed and the vibrations made him curse. Before long, the combination of Suna's continuous deepthroats and the little choking noises he was letting out had Osamu tugging on the back of his head.
"Stop, stop, I'm g'nna come," he gasped as he pulled Suna off.
A string of spit stretched between the tip of his cock and Suna's lips. "What, you don't wanna come on my face?"
That made Osamu's dick twitch, but he shook his head. "Wanna come when I'm fuckin' ya."
Suna smirked in response. "Come and get it, then."
Osamu pulled him onto the bed and kissed him before separating to pull his own shirt off and fully kick off his pants. Suna did the same, but before he tossed his sweats away, he took his phone from the pocket and handed it to Osamu.
"You know the drill. Get some new material for your spank bank," he said, and oh, Osamu will.
Then, Suna turned around so he could reach over to the nightstand where he knew Osamu kept the lube and condoms, and that was when Osamu saw it.
It, being the spattering of bite marks and love bites all over the back of Suna's shoulders and across his back.
It felt like someone had sucker punched him in the gut. For a moment, Osamu was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe, and he wondered hysterically if he was having a heart attack because there was no way just knowing Suna had recently slept with someone else could hurt this much.
"What's that?" he snapped. Suna turned and looked a little puzzled at his tone. Following Osamu's gaze, Suna seemed to realize what he meant when he dropped the lube and condoms to the bed and twisted to try and get a look at his own back.
"Ah. I hooked up with someone at the tournament afterparty, I guess. Didn't realize he left marks, though." Suna reached up and touched one of the marks on his shoulder.
Osamu felt strange, unpleasant feeling rising up within him. "Ya guess?"
"I don't usually do that, but uh, yeah. I was pretty drunk."
It took a second for Osamu to identify what he was feeling now that the initial hurt had passed. It was rage, he realized. He was angry.
Suddenly, Osamu felt incredibly stupid. He thought back to the last few months, all the days and nights he spent alone thinking about Suna. How a single text or call from Suna was all it took to lift him up, how he lived for those little interactions. He thought back to the past few days, how giddy he'd been at the thought of seeing Suna, how he'd counted down the days and minutes until his arrival.
Meanwhile, Suna had been fucking some other guy at the afterparty, even though he would be seeing Osamu in two days. How often did he do this? Has he been doing this the whole time, and Osamu only found out because this time the guy left marks in a place where Suna couldn't see? Was Suna lying every time he told Osamu he missed him, that he couldn't stop thinking about him, nothing but empty words said in the heat of the moment? And yet, Osamu had lapped up every word, like a fool.
"Who was it?" he asked. He wanted to know, but at the same time he didn't. He didn't want to know who it was that left those marks on Suna just two days ago, didn't want to hear about him, didn't even want to think about him. But also, he needed to know everything about him. He needed to know who he was, what he looked like, how Suna met him. Did he make the first move, or did Suna? Did Suna like him? Was he better than Osamu? What did he have that Osamu didn't?
"One of the Korean hitters. I don't remember his name, it was too hard to pronounce," Suna said, not meeting his eye.
Osamu didn't know whether that made him feel better or not. Abruptly, he remembered that he didn't have a right to feel angry. He and Suna were never exclusive, and Suna has never promised him anything. He'd gotten too complacent, thinking the status quo was going to be enough. Who's to say Suna wouldn't meet someone that didn't have the same reservations as Osamu, someone brave enough to go after what they want? Suna could get into a relationship tomorrow and Osamu couldn't say jack shit about it, because he wasn't Suna's anything.
"I see." Osamu crawled forward and pecked Suna on the lips.
Suna reached out and looped his arms around Osamu's neck. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. Wanna fuck ya," Osamu said, then leaned in again.
Suna tightened his arms around Osamu as he kissed him back. The kiss started out slow, the frenzied heat from earlier somewhat dampened by that brief moment of tension. But soon, Osamu deepened the kiss, turning it into something hungrier.
He tugged Suna's head back so he could mouth down the column of his throat. Osamu caught the delicate skin between his teeth, then sucked hard.
Suna gasped. Tangling his fingers in Osamu's hair, he tilted his head to give Osamu more access as he left a trail of bruises along his neck.
Osamu continued to kiss down, making his way to Suna's chest as he pushed Suna to lay back against the sheets. He nipped at one pec, then the other, before taking one of Suna's dusky nipples in his mouth and flicking the little nub with his tongue.
Osamu alternated between sucking and licking at one nipple while pinching and tugging at the other. Suna cried out as Osamu bit down, leaving marks across his chest.
Reaching between Suna's cheeks, he lightly prodded at the entrance before stopping abruptly. "Ya stretched yourself?"
Looking up, he saw Suna's face dusted a light pink. "Yeah—a little, in the shower."
The thought of Suna opening himself up in the shower in anticipation to do exactly what they were doing now was enough to make Osamu's dick throb. Cursing, he reached for the abandoned lube to slick up his fingers and pushed them into Suna without hesitation.
Osamu immediately went for his prostate and started massaging it in little circles. Because Suna had done the preliminary work himself earlier, Osamu didn't hold back, and soon he had Suna moaning as the heel of Osamu's palm slapped against his perineum again and again.
Before Suna could enjoy it too much, Osamu pulled out his fingers to open a condom and slide it onto himself. Lining himself up, he took a moment to slap his cock against Suna's entrance a few times, admiring the way the wet hole winked, before sliding home in one deep stroke.
"Fuckkkk—" Osamu moaned as he felt the way Suna's walls tightened and gripped his cock. It was so hot, so tight, and this feeling has to be up there right next to eating food on the list of Osamu's favourite moments.
Then, unbidden, Osamu remembered that two days ago, someone else had experienced this. Someone else had been inside Suna, where Osamu was right now, and felt what Osamu was feeling.
The surge of anger-hurt-sadness-jealousy swirled within him like an overwhelming hurricane. Anger, at the Korean volleyball player for getting to have Suna like this. Hurt, that this didn't mean as much to Suna as it did to Osamu. Sadness, at the fact that he had no right to be possessive of Suna. Jealousy, at the fact that Suna had looked at someone else, had let someone else touch him, someone that wasn't Osamu.
If only he could fuck Suna so good he forgot about every man that wasn't Osamu. Well, what else did he have to lose at this point? Osamu might as well try.
Hiking Suna's legs up around his arms, Osamu pulled back and then began slamming into Suna.
"Ah—!" Suna gasped as Osamu thrusted against his prostate on every stroke.
Osamu groaned. "Fuck, yer so wet, look at that mess yer leakin' everywhere. Couldn't wait t' have this cock in ya, could ya? Fingerin' yerself in the shower like a whore, anythin' to get fucked faster. Greedy little cockslut."
"Ah—hah—fuck, Osamu!" Suna whined, which only made Osamu's dick harder.
Osamu continued to fuck into Suna as he took the back of Suna's thighs in each hand and slowly pressed down. They went easily, and soon he had Suna folded in half with his legs in the air and his knees by his ears.
God Suna was so flexible, and it never failed to do things to him. This has been one of Osamu's favourite positions to fuck Suna in ever since the day he lost his virginity to him, the same day he watched Suna pull his own legs back and present himself for the first time and almost creamed in his own pants before they could even get to the main event.
"Hah, oh—hnngh, mmh." Suna was letting out little punched-out sounds from the new angle, and Christ, he was just so pretty and his voice was so low and silky and gorgeous, Osamu could listen to it for the rest of his life and never get tired of it. Especially when he moaned like this.
Osamu fumbled for the phone Suna had given him permission to use and opened the camera from the lock screen.
Pressing the record button, Osamu made sure he got all of Suna in frame, including the way he was currently taking his cock, and focused on thrusting fast and hard against his sweet spot.
"Haa! Hnngh, ah—god, missed this," Suna slurred.
"Oh yeah? How much?"
"So much, you fuck me so good," Suna sighed, and the words went right to Osamu's dick. But there was something else Osamu wanted to hear, so he abruptly stopped moving. Suna made a confused sound of protest.
"How badly do ya want it? Are ya gonna beg?" he asked.
Suna inhaled sharply, then rapidly shook his head. When a few seconds went by and Osamu didn't move, Suna blinked open his eyes and gave a single, tiny nod.
"Well?" Osamu prompted.
"Please," Suna whispered, his eyes glassy and unfocused.
Osamu felt his cock twitch. Letting go of Suna's right leg where he had been pinning it down, Osamu used his left hand to gently grip Suna's chin and turn it towards the camera. He saw the way Suna's eyes widened and his pupils dilated at the sight of the phone, and felt the way Suna got tighter when he realized he was being recorded.
"Look into the camera when yer sayin' it, darlin'."
Suna whimpered. He sounded wrecked, and he wasn't even actively being fucked at the moment. "Please, Osamu. I want it."
"Fuck!" Osamu stopped holding himself back and began thrusting wildly into Suna's tight heat. Suna was being louder than usual, and he was so hard he felt like his dick was about to fall off.
"Mmm—fuck, fuck, fuck!" Suna cried as Osamu pounded into him.
"Holy shit, do they know yer a slut, Rin? Do yer teammates know ya get off from being filmed? Do ya let everyone ya fuck film ya? Ya get off on sendin' these to people, don't ya? It turns ya on, knowin' someone is jackin' it to ya. How many people have ya sent videos of yerself takin' cock to?" It was so hot, knowing Suna's penchant for capturing everything on film extended to his sex life. Prior to today, Osamu had been nothing but thankful for Suna's little recording habit. But now, knowing he might not have been the only one getting videos made him kind of want to kill someone. Preferably whoever else Suna had been sending those videos to.
"Hah! Haa, oh god, hah, uh!" Suna reached for his own cock, Osamu saw this and batted his hand away.
"Not yet, I'm not done with ya," he said, ignoring Suna's uncharacteristically waspish whine.
Osamu pulled out and flipped Suna over.
"On yer knees," he ordered.
Suna complied, which was so nice and obedient Osamu would've appreciated it as a sign of how fucked out Suna was if it were any other day. Unfortunately, today this position meant that he had a full view of the love bites some Korean athlete left behind for Osamu to see, which just made him agitated.
Osamu decided to rectify that. Stopping the recording so he could give this his full attention, he wrapped his hands around Suna's waist and pulled him back onto his cock.
The sound of wet slaps filled the room as Osamu fucked Suna from behind. Usually, Osamu was partial to seeing Suna's pretty face as he fell apart, but being able to watch the way Suna's ass bounced on his cock wasn't a bad trade off at all.
Osamu brought a hand to the base of Suna's throat and steadily lifted him up until his back was flush with Osamu's chest. This put the back of Suna's shoulders in the perfect range for Osamu to reach with his mouth, and that was exactly what he did.
Osamu covered one of the lingering bruises with his lips and sucked on the skin until his own marks took over. He kept going, kissing and biting over every hickey that didn't come from him, replacing them with his own so that every bruise and bite mark on Suna's body belonged to Osamu. While he was at it, he added a few more to the collection on Suna's back for good measure.
Suna may not be his, but at least Osamu's marks would stay for a few days. During the regular season, Osamu always held back from leaving any obvious marks, because Suna had practice where he had to change in front of teammates and matches that were televised to the public. But even though the season hadn't started yet, Osamu felt he wouldn't have held back even if it had.
Selfishly, he wanted to make it obvious. He wanted people to take one look at Suna and know what he'd been up to, wanted Suna himself to see the marks and remember Osamu was the one who left them. He also wanted whoever else Suna undressed for to see them, and know Osamu had been there recently.
Osamu sucked another bruise high on Suna's neck, right below his jawline. He could feel the vibrations of Suna's moans where his hand was wrapped around Suna's throat.
Osamu buried his nose into Suna's hair and inhaled long and deep. Suna smelled a little of the sweat beading at his hairline, but mostly, he smelled like the woodsy shampoo Osamu used.
"Ya make me feel like I'm outta my mind," he murmured into the shell of Suna's ear. "Ya make me fuckin' insane."
Suna was so warm, and Osamu could tell he was getting close from the way he clenched around him and the desperate little mewls he was letting out.
Osamu dropped Suna back onto the mattress began nailing his prostate with renewed vigour. Balls slapping loudly against Suna's ass, he groaned as Suna's cries started to rise in pitch and volume.
"Ah—hah! Fuck! Mmm—Osamu, Osamu!"
Reaching around, he found Suna's cock and went about stroking him in time with his thrusts.
"Hnngh—ohhh, hah, uh!" The slide of Osamu's hand suddenly got very wet, and he jerked Suna through his orgasm as he continued to grind against his prostate.
The way Suna seized and squeezed around Osamu's dick as he came felt like heaven. He could feel the way his cock jumped where it was still buried inside Suna.
Osamu only started thrusting again once Suna had gone lax and loose-limbed against the sheets. He wasted no time chasing his own orgasm, and after a minute or two when he felt it coming he pulled all the way out and ripped off the condom.
Osamu furiously worked his cock with the hand that was still wet with Suna's release. He took in the tight curve of Suna's ass, the way his hole was wet and puffy, the litany of marks and bruises he'd left all over Suna—
"Ah—fuck," Osamu gasped. Then his eyes rolled back and he came messy ropes all across Suna's back.
He'd never come this hard in his life. It felt like it would go on forever, the way the pleasure roiled through his body. By the time it was over, Osamu was breathing so hard his chest heaved. Then because Suna's very existence turned his brain to mush, he saw the backshot he'd given Suna and thought, I'm gonna jerk off to this later, and picked up the abandoned phone to snap a few quick pictures.
His brain finally came back online after that and he reached for the wet wipes on his nightstand as he recalled his priorities. Carefully, he wiped away his release before turning Suna over and gently cleaning him up.
Osamu took another wipe to clean himself off and wipe off where some of the cum had gotten onto the sheets. Tossing the wipes and the used condom into the bin, Osamu flopped down next to Suna and turned so he was facing him.
Suna's eyes have been closed since he started cleaning up. For a moment, Osamu wondered if he was asleep, and whether it would be a good idea to try and wake him if he was. Osamu had one hand resting on the jut of Suna's hip, idly tracing patterns as he debated the merits of letting Suna rest versus getting him to the shower so he can go to sleep clean.
Just as Osamu had decided on the compromise of giving Suna a sponge bath, Suna suddenly stirred and sat up, and he realized Suna hadn't been asleep at all.
"Want me to come with ya to wash up?" Osamu asked.
Suna was silent for a second, but then shook his head. "No, it's okay."
Suna got up and left the room, presumably to the bathroom. Osamu stared at the door for several moments, then decided to get up and change the sheets.
Suna was still in the shower when Osamu finished laying down the new sheets. As he spaced out staring at the ceiling, Osamu wondered if he'd fucked everything up.
Did he react too strongly when he heard about Suna's other hookup? Could Suna tell? Did he make things weird? Shit, he could really use a cigarette right now.
He spent a moment or two trying to talk himself out of it, because he'd been trying to quit. And then he remembered that he'd quit because he'd smoked before going to see Suna once and Suna had smelled it on him and complained about it. And considering the source of his stress right now, he decided to be petty and do something for himself for once.
Osamu dug out the pack of Seven Stars he still had lying around in a drawer and lit one up. By the time Suna came back, freshly showered and dressed for bed, Osamu was on his second one.
Suna took one step into the bedroom and wrinkled his nose. He walked over to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers, but didn't lie down.
"Ugh, those things are so bad for you. And they smell awful."
Osamu grunted in acknowledgement, but didn't respond. Instead, he took another drag.
Suna shuffled around. Osamu tried not to watch him, and mostly succeeded.
Suna must've found his phone, because Osamu could hear him tapping around on it. Maybe he was looking over the footage from earlier. Or maybe he was just checking his messages, or scrolling his social media, who knew.
Osamu continued to smoke while Suna scrolled. He'd thought about putting it out when Suna came in, but he wagered he needed the nicotine slightly more than Suna needed clean air right now.
Eventually, he heard Suna sigh and click off his phone.
"So, are we gonna talk about it?"
Osamu blew out a cloud and tried not to react. "'Bout what?"
"Whatever that was just now. I mean, it was really hot, not gonna lie, I definitely enjoyed it, but you were acting kind of different." Suna paused. "Plus, you're smoking even though you said you'd quit."
"Yeah? Well, ya haven't exactly been 'round recently. Things change."
"Osamu."
The way Suna said it made him pause. There was the hint of a plea in there, like he wasn't willing to just brush this off. This was pretty rare, and different from the casual, easygoing vibe they tended to keep their conversations to. It told Osamu that Suna was being serious, and that meant he had to be serious back. Fuck.
He took a deep breath, then put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand. "Sorry. Yer right."
Despite saying that, Osamu was having a hard time finding the words. How honest should he be? On one hand, this was the perfect chance to bring up the things he'd almost said before Suna made the national team. On the other, if he did say it out loud and Suna rejected him and ended their arrangement, he might curl up and die. And now that he knew Suna had seen other people, that was a very real possibility.
The silence stretched on as Osamu ruminated. To his surprise, Suna spoke up before he did.
"Is it… Is it because I slept with someone else?"
Well. He probably should've known that Suna would be able to suss out the root of the issue. Sometimes, he forgot Suna's ability to read the situation didn't just apply to the court. It would be one thing for Osamu to skirt around his feelings, but he wasn't about to lie when asked a direct question like that.
"A little." Osamu shrugged. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Suna's voice was quiet. Osamu couldn't tell what he was thinking. "I didn't… I thought you were seeing other people too."
"I have, before. But not in a while," Osamu admitted.
"How long?" Suna asked, and wasn't that a cruel question. Osamu was going to look pathetic.
Osamu ran a hand through his hair. It'd been so long, he had to really think about it. "Not since… three or four years ago."
"Oh."
It was only one syllable, barely even a word. And yet it told Osamu a thousand things. Suna knew, now. Suna knew, and the only thing he had to say was oh.
The silence was excruciating this time. Osamu closed his eyes. This was it, then. He'd gone and fucked it up. It was over, all because he imprinted on the first guy that let him hit and then proceeded to become obsessed with him for the next seven years.
Well, if this was the end, then Osamu had nothing else to lose. He might as well ask the real questions, starting with—
"Were there a lotta others? 'Sides me." He finally glanced at Suna then.
"No," Suna said, which somehow wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Just a few times. Usually, it's just you, but once in a while I'd find someone when I'm abroad. To be honest, I did it because I thought that's what you were doing. When I got on the national team, I knew it would get harder to see each other often, if at all. That's why I told you not to wait around for me, I didn't want you to feel like I was holding you back from anything."
Osamu let out a laugh, but there was no humour in it. Because Suna was right, he did tell Osamu not to wait for him. Osamu, like the clown his brother loved to tell him he was, had voluntarily chosen to ignore that advice.
Like a stray dog that tripped all over himself to desperately snuggle up to the pretty human that would give him attention every now and then. The human kept coming back to feed him scraps and pat him on the head, and somehow Osamu interpreted that to mean the human loved him and would take him home if he just waited long enough.
But all along, Suna just liked petting strays, and he was but one stray among many. And then he had the gall to turn around and feel betrayed when Suna came by smelling of someone else.
"Yeah, that's my bad, I guess," Osamu said. But there was something else he wanted to know. "Did ya let the others film ya too?"
Suna made an affronted noise. "Of course not, I let you because I know you and I trust you. The others were just one-time things anyway."
"Oh." That did make Osamu feel better. He hated to think about what could happen if someone with the wrong intentions had access to those videos of Suna. If they ever leaked it to the public, that could end Suna's career.
Maybe Osamu was still special, in a way. At least he had Suna's trust.
Osamu was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't notice Suna was silent again.
"What do you want, Osamu? You have to tell me what you want, or I don't know how to do this."
The question surprised Osamu. He whipped his head around to look at Suna, who was looking back with a little frown and a troubled furrow in his brows.
What did Suna mean by that? What didn't he know how to do? There were a lot of things that Osamu wanted, and some of them even varied depending on what Suna did next. Should he ask to stay friends? Ask Suna to forget about any of this and just continue doing what they were doing before?
But what was the point of that? They were finally talking about it now, and hadn't not talking about it gotten them into this situation in the first place? What was the point of walking all the way up to the line just to chicken out right before crossing it?
There wasn't any choice except to be honest.
Osamu took a deep breath, then went for it. Here goes nothing.
"I like ya, Rin. A lot. So, I want this thing between us to mean somethin'. And I know it ain't fair for me to ask ya not to see anyone else when we barely get to be together, but I can't help it. It drives me crazy t' think about ya with somebody else. I don't think I could take it if one day ya came to me and said ya were datin' someone that ain't me. It would break my heart."
When he looked back up at Suna's face, he saw something that he'd never seen before. Suna's hazel eyes were wide, like he was somehow shocked by Osamu's confession. The moment their eyes met, Suna snapped his gaze down to the duvet. His cheeks were painted in a pretty flush that seemed to extend all the way down his neck. Suna turned so he was facing away, and Osamu saw that his ears were pink too.
Osamu had never seen Suna blush like that before outside of sex, or a particularly gruelling match. He'd almost looked shy. It seemed—strange. Surely Suna couldn't be that shocked? He thought he'd been pretty obvious tonight.
"I—" Suna stuttered. "But it's not fair to you either. It'll be hard, if you're dating me. We don't live in the same city and I'm always travelling."
It was nothing Osamu hadn't already considered before, and frankly, Osamu couldn't care less now if long-distance would be difficult. He realized tonight not being with Suna at all was significantly more difficult than any long-distance relationship could ever be. "I know. That's why I didn't say anythin' before. But it's been seven years and I haven't liked ya any less, so I'm startin' to think that this ain't goin' away anytime soon. I know it ain't easy, but I'd do it for ya. If—If that's somethin' ya'd want, at least."
"I—Really?" Suna still sounded like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Which was kind of insane to Osamu, what was there to not believe?
Osamu stared at him. "Yeah? Of course. I'm fuckin' in love with ya, Suna. I'm practically beggin' ya to give me a chance here."
Suna blushed again, and Osamu tried not to think too deeply about how he hasn't rejected him yet. Was he just being delusional or was there actually hope?
Suna didn't say anything again for a long time, during which Osamu felt like he was experiencing a cardiac event. It felt kind of like he was waiting for Suna to finish making him an onigiri, and there was a 50% chance Suna was going to hide a cheque for ¥100 million inside the rice. The other 50% was the chance that Suna would decide to put a cockroach in it instead. And the only way to find out was to take a bite, but Suna was taking a really long time to make it and it made Osamu scared that was because Suna was trying to find the best way to fold the cockroach into the rice without him noticing.
He would really, really prefer the ¥100 million.
At long last, it seemed like Suna finally finished making the onigiri. Still not meeting his eyes, Suna said, "I think if you're willing to try for me, I'm willing to try for you too."
Wait. Did Osamu hear that right? Did that mean what he thought it meant? Was there actually a ¥100 million cheque in his onigiri?
"Uh—does that mean…?" Osamu scrambled to get his thoughts in line. "You—You want to…?"
Suna finally looked at him, and there was a little smile on his face. It was the loveliest smile Osamu had ever seen. "Yeah. I think I want to give it a shot. Going pro, getting to the national team, none of that was easy. Where would I be if I'd just given up? Neither of us are quitters when it comes to what we want, so if you're willing to try, then so am I."
Osamu was too in shock to formulate a response. He'd asked for a chance and actually got it? It was that easy? Shit, maybe Suna should've made it obvious he was fucking other people sooner. If Osamu had known earlier how jealous that would make him, he wouldn't have wasted so much time sitting on his ass instead of shooting his shot.
"Are—Are you okay?" Suna asked when Osamu had been quiet for too long.
"Shit, never been better. All night, I've been thinkin' I was 'bout to eat a cockroach but instead it was a ¥100 million cheque. Best fuckin' day of my life."
Suna laughed, and the sound was so pretty. "I—What? Cockroach? ¥100 million? Where the hell did that come from? What does that have to do with what we're talking about?"
Osamu scooted forward until he could pull Suna into him and place a kiss on his temple. "Yer the ¥100 million, of course."
Suna chuckled into his collarbone. "Only ¥100 million? Damn, not even the price of a nice condo in Roppongi Hills. Does that mean you'd leave me for a penthouse?"
Osamu laughed. "Yer worth more than ten penthouses, baby. But I might consider it if it was all of Roppongi Hills."
"Uh, so would I. If someone offered you a choice between staying with me or owning all of Roppongi Hills and you chose me, I'd break up with you because I don't date stupid people."
Osamu laughed even harder. Pushing Suna so that he was laying against the pillows, Osamu leaned in and kissed him.
When they broke apart, Suna smirked and said, "You're hot when you're jealous though. Maybe I should make you jealous more often."
Osamu huffed. "Yeah, if ya don't wanna be able to walk the next day."
Suna stared. "Holy shit, are you trying to turn me on? If you are, I'm going to need you to stop, I already showered and everything."
Osamu shrugged. "We can do somethin' that won't make a mess."
"Good god, you're insatiable," Suna grumbled, but didn't stop Osamu from reaching for his pyjama bottoms.
He saw Suna pick up his phone and point it towards him, so Osamu made sure he got both a blowjob and a show.
Afterward, Suna offered to return the favour, but seeing how he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open, Osamu waved him off.
"Just send me the videos from tonight and we'll call it even, yeah? Go to sleep," Osamu said and Suna mumbled an affirmative before rolling over and passing out.
Osamu chuckled and tucked him under the duvet before leaving for his own shower. By the time he finished, Suna was soundly asleep in his bed, a sight that never failed to fill Osamu's chest with warmth.
But tonight, the sight was made all the sweeter by the fact Osamu didn't have to pretend anymore. He could crawl into bed and pull Suna close and not have to worry about how it would look in the morning.
Because even though it might be hard, Suna said he wanted to try. And Suna always achieved what he set out to do.