18+
atsumu and kuroo have so much potential to meeeeee like—they’re meeting for the first time at a formal jva event and next thing you know, atsumu’s kneeling on kuroo’s hotel room floor completely bare, cheap carpet digging into his knees, hands bound behind his back with kuroo’s tie while kuroo sits on the generic patterned sofa in front of him, top two buttons of his shirt undone, legs spread, pants unzipped and pushed down just enough for him to wrap his fingers around himself, slow, even pulls, added pressure every time he gets to the flushed tip while he presses his dress shoe between atsumu’s legs until finally letting him shuffle forward enough to take him in his mouth. by then, atsumu is so hard it hurts—and it’s a miracle he doesn’t come as soon as the heady flavor of precome hits his tastebuds
