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Kiyoomi really did not like this time of year. It was constantly dark and everyone - really everyone, whether at work or on the train that took him to work - was sick. And if Kiyoomi hated one thing, it was sick people.
Well - and Miya Atsumu. But that was another matter.
It was 11:49 AM on a friday and Kiyoomi hgot one hour left until his work ended, and everything was going really well, if it weren't for the three loudest employees from the entire MBSY Corporation approaching him. Kiyoomi briefly considered hiding under his desk, but it was an open-plan office and the three human nuisances already knew that Kiyoomi was at work today, so it would be embarrassing to hide. Instead, Kiyoomi clicked the send button on his email and sighed. Soon he would be off work. That's all he had to think about for now.
"Sakusa-san!" called the first of the three men. His orange hair stood out, and the smallest of the three smiled at Kiyoomi with a radiant smile. "Weekend is coming soon!" He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which just barely passed as decent work clothes.
"Hey, hey hey! You're coming tonight, right?" asked the slightly taller one standing next to Hinata Shoyo. His hair was white and dark, sticking out even more than Hinata's and probably making Bokuto Kotaro taller than he actually was. He also gave Kiyoomi a thousand-watt smile and clapped his hands. Bokuto was wearing a purple sweater and slightly wrinkled khaki-colored pants. "I'll even bring Akashi with me!"
Kiyoomi sighs. "No, actually -"
"Oh come on, Omi-Omi." And there was Kiyoomi's bane of existence at last. Miya Atsumu with his stupid bleached hair casually draped an arm over Hinata's head and leaned against the smaller one.
Oh, how Miya got on his fucking nerves.
He had been employed at MSBY before Kiyoomi and had to partially train Kiyoomi. Besides Shion Inunaki, Miya had been something like his senpai, and if Miya didn't have that obnoxious and annoying personality, Kiyoomi would certainly get along better with him. And the worst part was, besides his damn personality traits, Miya was also somewhat attractive and Kiyoomi's type of man.
When Kiyoomi first entered the building and introduced himself at the reception, and the receptionist welcomed him and sent him to Miya, Kiyoomi thought he was in heaven. Such an attractive young man was going to train him? Very gladly!
Then Miya opened his stupid mouth and said in his stupid accent, "Sakusa Kiyoomi?"
And when Kiyoomi nodded, the blonde grinned lopsided and extended his hand. Reluctantly, Kiyoomi had taken it, and then Miya had just stared at him with sparkling eyes and said, "Sakusa Kiyoomi is such a tongue twister. From now on, I'll call you Omi, okay? After all, I'm the one training you!"
And Kiyoomi had tried to resist, but he didn't want to stand out during his probationary period and speak ill of his senpai, so he endured it and let himself be trained.
Anyway. That was a year and a half ago. Back to the present.
"Stop with the name, Miya." Kiyoomi glanced at Miya briefly and then forced himself to look at his computer screen. He still had about 10 emails to answer before the end of the day, and the three troublemakers were currently interrupting him while he was working through them.
"Omiiii," Miya replied, grinning at him crookedly. Hinata nodded excitedly and looked back and forth between Kiyoomi and Miya.
"Miya."
"So, are ya coming?"
"Huh?"
"To the Christmas party, ya scrub!" Now Miya had pulled his arm away from Hinata's head and took a step towards Kiyoomi. The large desk separated them, and Kiyoomi would have really liked to ignore him, but since Miya was now standing so close to his desk that his black suit pants brushed against the corners of the desk and made it wobble, Kiyoomi gave up. Miya was wearing a white button up shirt, which was slightly rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his brown skin.
"I didn't plan to." Kiyoomi had indeed planned to curl up on his couch tonight and continue watching the K-drama he had started a few days ago. Or clean his bathroom. Or jump off a bridge. It all sounded better than going to the Christmas party, to be honest.
"Why not?" Hinata stood next to Miya, and he was now so close to Kiyoomi's desk that it started to wobble again.
Kiyoomi sighed. "Christmas parties are not for me."
"Uh, Akaashi always says that too!" Bokuto replied, stepping so close that he made Kiyoomi's table wobble again and one of his plastic plants fell over. Bokuto apologized with slightly flushed cheeks, and Kiyoomi asked irritably: "Why is Akashi-san coming to the Christmas party then?"
"He said that he has to keep an eye on me because I always do the dumbest things when I'm drunk..." murmured Bokuto, fiddling with his fingers. "Oh right! And he said he would like to spend more time with my coworkers! He talked about you and would be happy if you came too!"
Kiyoomi's dark eyes widened. "Really?"
He had only seen Akashi twice so far, but he couldn't say anything bad about him - on the contrary. He was very pleasant, he paid attention to Kiyoomi and knew what topics the two could talk about. He was just a pleasant person in general.
"Akaashi is so nice!" Hinata agreed, looking at Bokuto with wide eyes. The chest of the Bokuto swelled like a balloon with pride. "Course he is nice, he is my boyfriend after all."
Kiyoomi let his shoulders droop and caught himself thinking that he should maybe go to the Christmas party. Wait. No, no, that was a fucking stupid idea.
"I can't believe that just because Akaashi will be there, yer actually considering coming too, Omi. What about us? Do we mean nothing to ya?" Miya asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A few well-defined veins were visible on Miya's forearm, slightly standing out against his brown skin. Kiyoomi swallowed and then blinked to divert his gaze from Miya's forearm. The blonde had pouted his lip and looked at the dark-haired one expectantly.
"I didn't say I'm coming to the party."
"Don't say stupid things, Omi. I can see that yer changing yer mind." Miya now grinned at him, and Kiyoomi felt his cheeks start to burn. Could Miya read minds or what was wrong with him?
Kiyoomi glared at Miya angrily and said nothing. Suddenly, he noticed a fourth person appearing behind the three idiots. It was Meian Shuugo, the CEO of the company MSBY. He was a tall, older man, and if he had been Kiyoomi's age, he would have been really attractive, but he was too old for Kiyoomi and also had a wife and a child.
"Did I miss a meeting, or is there something interesting going on here?" asked the CEO, smiling around the room. Fortunately, Meian was a very relaxed boss, so none of the four addressed had to worry about being reported for time theft.
"Meian!" Miya grinned lopsided. "We're currently trying to convince Omi to come to the Christmas party."
The CEO raised an eyebrow and looked from Miya to Kiyoomi. "Is that so? Did you even plan on not coming at all?"
Kiyoomi shot Miya a withering look, and the blonde merely shrugged with a grin. Then Kiyoomi turned back to his boss. "I was thinking..."
"Sakusa-kun, the Christmas party is fully covered by the company, alcohol and food as much as you want, and you want to miss out on that?"
Caught off guard, Kiyoomi shrugged and received a sympathetic look from Meinan. "I would really be happy to welcome you at the Christmas party. My wife and my little daughter are coming too; ever since I first told her about you, she wanted to meet you. You know, she sometimes has problems with crowds and doesn't want to get sick. Maybe you could talk to each other..."
And then Kiyoomi knew he had to come. Not because of the fact that Akaashi was coming. Or that Kiyoomi was a little interested in what Miya would wear to the Christmas party. Or to impress Meian. No, he wanted to meet Meian's daughter and talk to her. And Kiyoomi admited that as a person who was definitely not a child person.
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"Really, Kiyo? You? And a Christmas party? I have to see that!"
"Shut up, Toya."
"Hey! You called me, not the other way around!! So stop insulting me."
Kiyoomi sighed. He was in his bedroom - his cousin looked at him through his phone on facetime, offended, while Kiyoomi rummaged through his wardrobe. "I called you to help me pick out something to wear, not to make fun of me, Toya."
The brunette waved it off. "Sure, Kiyo. I'm just surprised that you're going there."
Kiyoomi shrugged and lifted a black turtleneck sweater. "Had nothing planned for today anyway."
"That can't be the only reason." Kiyoomi knew what Motoya was hinting at, and he also knew that if he turned to his cousin, he would see him grinning stupidly in his phone.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Ohhh. I think so. 6'03 ft and blonde, bleached hair? Kansai dialect? Does that mean anything to you?"
Kiyoomi ignored his cousin and picked out a pair of pants.
"Hello? Is that how you ignore your cousin who is trying to help you?"
"All you're doing is being annoying, Toya."
"I beg your pardon!!??"
The black-haired man stepped closer to his phone and held up a black sweater and black jeans while he waited for Motoya to give his opinion on them. "Do you have anything else besides black?" Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and Motoya sighed.
"How about the dark green sweater I gave you for your birthday?" Kiyoomu hummed in response, carefully laid the clothes on his bed, and began searching through his wardrobe again.
Look, He really had a lot of dark clothes, but they were just easy to mix and match, okay?
He heard his cousin continue talking in the background. "You know, I don't understand you. You and Miya are both young and unattached, why not just fuck away the sexual tension?"
Kiyoomi groaned. "There is no such thing."
"Mhm.Sure. Even if I don't work at your company, I can tell that something like this exists. Besides, you don't want to know what Shion told me."
Kiyoomi paused and looked behind his closet door towards Motoya. "Shion? Are you talking to him?"
Motoya shrugged. "We used to work for the same company, okay? Since you're not telling me anything anymore, I need my own sources, okay?"
"And that's exactly why I'm not telling you anything more."
"That's unfair!" Motoya exclaimed indignantly. Kiyoomi heard Motoya walking through the apartment with his phone and pouring himself a glass of water.
"That's not unfair, Toya."
"Okay, back to the real problem here. Just fuck Miya. Then hopefully you'll finally get rid of all this sexual tension. I'm telling you, Shion is totally annoyed to be stuck between you two. The looks you two are supposed to exchange are pornographic."
"Excuse me?" Kiyoomi furrowed his brow.
"You know what I mean."
The black-haired one shook his head. Kiyoomi and Miya did not look at each other like that. Kiyoomi wouldn't call it sexual tension, more like a look that would love to kill. At least from Kiyoomi's side. What was going on in Miya's head, he didn't know. And Frankly, didn't care.
Finally, Kiyoomi had found the sweater he had been looking for. Triumphantly, he held up the sweater and showed it to Motoya, who gave a thumbs up. "And this combined with the black jeans, Kiyo!"
Kiyoomi nodded. "Thanks for helping, Toya." No matter how annoying his cousin was, Kiyoomi was still glad to have him.
Motoya grinned at him. "Always a pleasure, dearest cousin. And remember my words, just fuck it away!"
"Okay, that's enough," said Kiyoomi and pressed the hang-up button. He saw Motoya protesting and then hung up. Finally, his peace returned.
Kiyoomi jumped into the shower and tried not to think about the conversation with Motoya. As if there were so much sexual tension between him and Miya that others noticed. Kiyoomi shook his head and let the hot water drip down his nose. Inunaki and Motoya were imagining things. Kiyoomi hated Miya. He hated his syrupy accent, the way Miya pronounced that stupid nickname. How his white shirts always became tighter around his upper arms, the veins on Miya's forearm. Miya's honey-colored eyes that bored into Kiyoomi's head and the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that appeared when Miya laughed at something Kiyoomi actually meant seriously. The way Miya always pushed his pink lips forward and pouted when things didn't go the way he wanted.
Miya's fingers, which were always well-groomed, Miya's hands, which brought Kiyoomi coffee in the mornings, whether he wanted it or not, Miya's broad shoulders, which Kiyoomi saw when Miya went back to his desk.
No, Kiyoomi definitely hated Miya. Otherwise, he wouldn't notice all these things aboutthe blond, would he? Besides, it was clear that Miya did not liked him. Why else would he annoy Kiyoomi so much? Yes, sometimes Miya was nice and brought Kiyoomi his coffee, but that was just a trick to make Kiyoomi be careful around him and make mistakes, so he could reporthim to Meain surely, right?
No, no. There was definitely no sexual tension between them. Definitely not. Motoya was just imagining it.
And so Kiyoomi, after showering and getting styled, found himself sitting in his car on the drive back to work. He had no intention of drinking; he wanted to wish everyone a good evening, talk to Meian's daughter, and then leave again.
But of course, things never went the way Kiyoomi wanted.
The party was in full swing when he arrived.
It took place on the floor where the company cafeteria was located. It was decorated everywhere with Christmas ornaments. In the middle stood a relatively large plastic tree with garlands and ornaments, beneath which were a few glittering gifts, wrapped in yellow wrapping paper and red ribbons. Kiyoomi assumed that the gifts were just for decoration and not real gifts.
In the background, Christmas songs were playing softly.
At the window, tables were set up with food and huge bowls and their corresponding cups. There was even a bar with its own bartender - Meian had really gone all out.
Kiyoomi recognized people from IT, from sales, from administration. The entire MSBY team was well represented, and the room was correspondingly full. Not so full that Kyioomi felt uncomfortable, but full enough that Kiyoomi was glad to be wearing a mask.
As Kiyoomi stepped out of the elevator into the vast room, he was indeed greeted directly by Meian and his daughter. It was almost the exact replica of Meian, just smaller, with longer hair and softer facial features. She was wearing a green sweater with the Grinch on it.
"This is Hanako. Hana, this is Sakusa-san."
The little Meian bowed politely, and Kiyoomi followed suit with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Hanako-chan."
Hanako smiled at Kiyoomi, and he noticed that she was missing a front tooth. "Do you also not like many people, Sakusa-kun?" The little one jumped straight into the topic, and Kiyoomi had to smile even wider because of the bluntness.
"I'll go and get you both something to drink," Meian said with a smile and left the two of them alone. Kiyoomi didn't know much about children. He had been the youngest child in his family and had less interaction with younger ones, but if he knew one thing, it was how to hold a conversation with someone who hated crowds just as much as he did.
"Do you want to go to the corner?" Kiyoomi asked somewhat nervously, and Hanako nodded eagerly.
The two of them stood in the right corner of the room, and Kiyoomi got two chairs for them.
"Dad says it's okay to keep distance from people. But he doesn't do it himself. Why not?" asked Hanako with furrowed brows, staring at Kiyoomi questioningly.
The black-haired one let his shoulders droop. "Everyone thinks differently. I don't like crowds either, but my cousin loves them, for example. He loves having people around him."
"Why?"
Kiyoomi tilted his head.
Motoya had warned him that children would ask many questions to which adults sometimes wouldn't have answers. "Because some people are extroverted and some are introverted?"
"What is that?"
"Extroverted and introverted?"
Hanako nodded eagerly. Kiyoomi hesitated. How could one explain something like that to a little girl?
But to his rescue, Meian suddenly appeared behind Hanako and gently stroked her head. "Here, orange juice for the little one. And an adult drink for the big one." Meian winked at Kiyoomi, and the addressed one noticed how the tips of his ears became warm. Gratefully, he accepted the drink and took a cautious sip. Vodka-Cranberry? How did Meian know that this was his favorite drink?
Apparently, Kiyoomi's gaze revealed his thoughts, because after Meian had fetched a chair and sat down next to his daughter, he just shrugged casually. "Miya said that you like this."
Now Kiyoomi was even more bewildered. "Miya?"
Meian grinned mysteriously. "Ask him yourself. Where were we?" He turned to his daughter again.
And so Kiyoomi didn't even notice that an hour and a half had already passed since his arrival, during which he had been talking with little Hanako. It was refreshing to meet someone - no matter how small and young - who also understood Kiyoomi.
When Hanako started to yawn, Meian apologized himself and told Kiyoomi he would take his daughter home with his wife, but promised Kiyoomi that he would come back afterward, and Kiyoomi was now left to fend for himself.
He swallowed hard as he pushed his way through the crowd to the bar. Oh, how he would have loved to have Motoya as an extroverted shield with him right now, but he knew that it was unfortunately not possible. Maybe he should leave? He had fulfilled his duty to his boss, actually Kiyoomi could now leave the Christmas parties and...
"Hey, ya comin' here often?" he heard a too familiar voice ask. Kiyoomi had sat down at the bar and saw from his peripheral vision someone sitting down next to him, but he knew who it was without looking first.
Kiyoomi rested his chin on his hand and watched the bartender as he prepared a drink. "Miya."
"Omi-Omi. How's it going?"
"I was just about to leave," said Kiyoomi and was about to get up when he noticed Miya grabbing his forearm and stopping him from leaving. With furrowed brows, Kiyoomi turned to Miya and almost had a heart attack when he saw what Miya was wearing. He was wearing the most hideous sweater Kiyoomi had ever seen. It was a red and green striped sweater with a reindeer on it. The reindeer had strange proportions and its nose blinked bright red. Kiyoomi's lips curled into his disgusted grimace, and Miya withdrew his hand from Kiyoomi's forearm. Instead, he placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest proudly. "How do ya like my sweater?"
For a moment, Kiyoomi was at a loss for words. "That... is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen."
Kiyoomi's gaze shifted from the ugly reindeer to Miya's face and he almost burst out laughing at Miya's expression. Miya's expression was so offended, as if Kiyoomi had insulted his entire family. "Hey, that's a great sweater! Ya just have no taste!"
Kiyoomi sat back on the barstool and bit his lip. He tried to suppress a laugh and was glad to still be wearing a mask.
"I can see yer laughing at me," said Miya, turning away from Kiyoomi's bar with crossed arms and a furrowed brow. And Kiyoomi really wasn't trying to laugh at him, but it was incredibly hard when Miya sat next to him, pouting like an oversized child with this fucking ugly sweater.
Instead, Kiyoomi pulled down his mask and took a sip of his vodka cranberry.
"The sweater is a gift from my brother, just so ya know. I thought it would be suitable for a Christmas party," murmured Miya, fiddling with his glass. He didn't look at Kiyoomi.
"Your brother must really hate you."
"Nah, Samu may be a scrub, but I know he loves me. And I love him. But don't tell him that I said it, Omi."
Kiyoomi raised his eyebrows. "I don't even know your brother."
Miya grinned. "Ya would recognize him if ya saw him, believe me."
Astonished, Kiyoomi watched Miya take a sip of his drink.
"It's just that I know you differently... Usually, you always wear these white shirts and they really do look great on y-" Only now did Kiyoomi realize that he was about to give Miya a compliment. The honey-colored eyes bored into Kiyoomi's head, and the blonde looked at him grinning with raised eyebrows. "What did ya want to say, Omi?"
The raven-haired man felt his cheeks turning red and only now noticed that his mask was under his chin. He quickly pulled it up and stared straight ahead, still feeling Miyas' intense gaze on him. "Nothing."
For a few seconds, no one said anything, and Kiyoomi let the Christmas songs in the background drown out his thoughts. He signaled to the bartenderthat he wanted another drink - but that would be the last one, as he still had to drive later. Not a minute later, Kiyoomi had a full new drink in his hand and his cheeks had cooled down a bit.
"I was watching ya earlier, talking to the boss's little girl. Looked cute," Kiyoomi heard the man next to him murmur.
Surprised, Kiyoomi looked over at Miya. Through the dim light, he wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a slight blush on Miya's cheeks. "You were watching us?"
"I just talked to her myself. She takes after her father, totally stubborn. But somehow she also reminds me of ya. Maybe it's because of the whole misanthrope thing."
"I don't hate people, Miya," Kiyoomi retorted, annoyed, and took off his mask to drink.
"And why are ya wearin' a mask then?"
"I've told you often enough that I wear it so I don't get sick."
Miya hummed. When Kiyoomi started working at MSBY, he even wore that mask in the office for a while, simply because he felt comfortable with it. Miya always teased him about it.
"Sorry, Omi-Omi. Didn't mean to offend ya."
Kiyoomi hummed in response and took another sip of vodka-cranberry. Slowly, he started to feel the alcohol, he felt a bit warmer in his stomach area, and it was time to completely take off the mask. Carefully, Kiyoomi took off his mask and stuffed it into his pocket.
"It looks good," Kiyoomi heard Miya mumble.
"Huh?"
"I said, the green sweater looks good on ya."
Kiyoomi looked at the blonde next to him in surprise. Miya Atsumu? Him? A compliment? That was too good to be true. Kiyoomi couldn't help but retort. "At least I'm not wearing the worst Christmas sweater humanity has ever seen."
Miya pouted, sticking out his pink lip. Kiyoomi caught himself staring for a moment too long and Miya caught him looking at his mouth. "At least yer wearing something other than black for once."
Kiyoomi shrugged and looked away. The alcohol continued to spread in his stomach area.
A few seconds of silence passed between them when suddenly a loud voice rang out behind them and someone put an arm around Miya. "Hey, hey, hey! You two lovebirds. How is it?"
Kiyoomi grimaced but relaxed when he saw Akashi next to Bokuto. The black-haired man looked at Kiyoomi with a smile and bowed. "Nice to see you again, Sakusa-kun."
"Likewise, Akashi-san."
"Tsumu, what's with this gruesome thing of a sweater?" asked Bokuto, grinning and pointing at the deformed reindeer.
"I've already argued enough about it with Omi, not ya too, Bokkun..." Miya grumbled. "I thought it was funny, okay?"
Bokuto laughed loudly. "It's damn funny, isn't it, Keiji?"
The addressed person smiled slightly. "The sweater is truly... unique, Miya-san."
Kiyoomi had to grin at Akashi's "compliment" and took a sip. The two black-haired men fell into a pleasant conversation as they watched Miya and Bokuto argue about the importance of ugly Christmas sweaters at Christmas parties.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the pleasant conversation with Akashi, maybe it was the way Miya's cheeks turned red as he defended his sweater, but Kiyoomi was actually having fun.
He and Akashi continued to chat for a while, and eventually, a pleasant silence settled between them as they watched Miya and Bokuto take shot after shot.
"You know, I understand you," Akashi suddenly said next to Kiyoomi, and the black-haired man raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, the thing with Miya-san."
Confused, Kiyoomi looked at Akashi, and the other continued speaking. "Bokuto is sometimes very extroverted. It's nice to have someone who goes through life so easily, while I sometimes overthink everything. He brings me back. That's why I understand the thing with Miya."
"I don't know what you mean..." replied Kiyoomi, but he had a feeling what Akashi was getting at.
Akashi looked at Kiyoomi for a moment, then his eyes widened slightly. "Oh. I think I might have thought a bit too far ahead. You're not together?"
Kiyoomi sighed and bit his lip, shaking his head. He really liked Akashi, but why did he - just like his cousin - assume that he and Miya were a couple?
"I'm really sorry. From what Bokuto told me, I assumed...", began Akashi, but stopped when Bokuto put an arm around him.
Not a second later, Kiyoomi felt an arm being placed around his shoulder as well. His shoulders tensed noticeably as Miya leaned against him. The scent of strawberries rose to Kiyoomi's nose, and if he were a little less drunk, he would certainly push Miya away, but the alcohol had wrapped him in a cozy warmth, and indeed, he didn't mind Miya's closeness at all.
"Omiiiii," Miya whimpered next to him. Automatically, Kiyoomi raised his right arm to wrap it around Miya's waist, because he had a feeling those shots from before actually got their toll and Miya was a little bit too drunk too stand alone on his two feet.
"What's wrong, ugly sweater?"
"Don't be so mean to me," replied Miya with pouting lips, and Kiyoomi's gaze fixed on the rosy lips beside him.
"What's wrong, Miya?"
"I'm hungry. Come on, let's go get something to eat." Kiyoomi looked from Miya to Akashi. Bokuto had also wrapped an arm around Akashi's waist and pulled him close, while the taller Akashi whispered something into his ear, causing the black-haired man to blush slightly.
"Alright, come on," said Kiyoomi, standing up with Miya in his arms. He knew that Miya became unbearable if he didn't get something to eat on time - he had learned that from a year and a half of working together.
Kiyoomi let go of Miya's hip and headed to the buffet. Miya trotted after Kiyoomi like a little dog and watched as Kiyoomi piled a pizza roll, two onigiri, several cream puffs, and some seaweed salad onto a plate. Then he went to an unoccupied table nearby and placed the plate on the table while Miya plopped down on the chair next to him. He reached for the plate and stuffed the onigiri into his mouth. With a rice grain above his lip, he grinned at Kiyoomi. "Did ya know that ya can actually be quite carin'? First, ya take care of Meian's daughter, and now yer even feeding me! What a time to be alive!"
Kiyoomi felt warmth rising within him and spreading across his cheeks. "You're drunk, Miya."
"Nu uh, I've only had three Sex on the Beach. That's well below my alcohol tolerance, Omi."
"Mhm. And 4 shots with Bokuto."
"I mean it, seriously. Every day ya act like yer untouchable, but actually, yer a huge softie!" Miya grinned lopsided and still had the grain of rice above his lip. With furrowed brows, Kiyoomi leaned forward and raised his hand. Gently, he carefully wiped the grain of rice off Miya's skin and made the blonde stare at him foolishly with his mouth open. "I'm not pretending to be unreachable, Miya."
Miya blinked once. Twice. Three times and then swallowed the bite of onigiri.
"Yer funny, Omi."
"What does that even mean?"
Miya shrugged his shoulders. "'Twas yer really funny."
Kiyoomi grimaced and gave up demanding an answer from Miya. Instead, he sipped his drink and reached for a cream puff on Miya's plate. "Hey!" the blonde exclaimed indignantly and tried to swat Kiyoomi's hand away, but Kiyoomi was faster and grabbed Miya's hand before the blonde could do anything. For a few seconds, Kiyoomi had tightly clasped Miyas' warm hand with his fingers, and the two men stared at each other breathlessly. Kiyoomi felt his heartbeat in his ears; the alcohol was really making him reckless. Quickly, he let go of Miya's hand as if he had burned himself and popped the cream puff into his mouth.
For a few seconds, the two of them remained silent, the music and conversations in the background drowning out Kiyoomi's thoughts.
"I have a gift."
Kiyoomi was pulled out of his thoughts and looked at Miya in astonishment. "What?"
"I said, I have a christmas gift for ya, Omi."
For a moment, Kiyoomi didn't know what to say. How do you react to something like that?
"But it's nothing annoying or perverse, right?" Kiyoomi asked.
Miya shook his head, a few strands fell into his face, and Kiyoomi felt the alcohol within him urging him to lean forward and brush them away from his face.
"What do ya think of me?"
"The worst, Miya."
"Omiii."
Even though Kiyoomi was slightly tipsy, he noticed that Miya was a bit more drunk. Again and again, Miya leaned forward, and then Kiyoomi could suddenly feel his hot breath on his cheeks, and time and again, Kiyoomi realized that Miya's closeness no longer bothered him. He found it kinda relaxing.
Suddenly, Miya stood up from his chair, swayed a little, and grinned at Kiyoomi. "Let's go somewhere else, then I can give you yer gift, Omi."
Kiyoomi eyed him suspiciously, went through the possible risks, and then sighed. He would like to leave this crowded, warm room and go to a quieter place without constant music to sober up a bit.
Kiyoomi stood up and looked down at Miya. They didn't have a big height difference, but it was enough for Kiyoomi to generally feel superior.
Miya was still grinning at him stupidly and excitedly licking his lower lip with his pink tongue. Kiyoomi saw how red his cheeks were from the alcohol and tried to memorize the image well. Just for scientific reasons, of course.
"Com' with me, Omi. I'll show ya the way."
"I'm surprised you can still walk straight at all," Kiyoomi murmured as Miya turned around and headed towards the exit. The blonde turned around and blinked at Kiyoomi. " 'm not that drunk. Now gimme yer hand."
Kiyoomi raised his eyebrows as Miya extended his hand in front of him. For a brief moment, Kiyoomi considered slapping the hand away, but something in him felt particularly adventurous today. So he took Miya's hand shortly after, which resulted in a broad grin on Miya's face. Miya wrapped his strong fingers around Kiyoomi's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Kiyoomi felt warmth rising in his cheeks and hoped that no one else at the party noticed.
He let Miya pull him up the stairs to the dark open-plan office, where the light turned on automatically as they entered.
Their fingers still intertwined as Miya pulled Kiyoomi to his desk. There was a small green gift on it with a red glittery bow. Miya let go of Kiyoomi's hand, and the black-haired man pouted immerdiately when they lost contact.
The blonde handed Kiyoomi the gift with a grin. "I hope ya like it, Omi-Omi."
Kiyoomi scrutinized it critically - it was very light, and when he shook it, he heard nothing at all. With furrowed brows and Miyas' gaze fixed on him, he began to open it.
As he opened the lid of the gift, an amused snort escaped him. "You're not serious, Miya."
Kiyoomi didn't know how Miyas' grin became even more radiant, but somehow he managed it when he saw Kiyoomi's amused face.
Kiyoomi took the gift out of the box - it was a face mask. But not just any. It was a matching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer mask that went perfectly with Mia's sweater. It had a red pom-pom on the front as the reindeer's nose, which blinked red in sync with Mia's ridiculous sweater. It was basically a Rudolph mask.
"I won't wear that," Kiyoomi said amusedly, unable to stop his lips from grinning.
Miya shrugged. "I knew ya would say that." Then Miya took a step closer to Kiyoomi and gently took the box and the mask from his hands. Miya placed the box with the mask on the desk and rummaged through his pocket as he stepped closer to Kiyoomi again. Astonished, Kiyoomi watched as the blonde suddenly pulled a mask over his face that looked just as ridiculous as Kiyoomi's mask.
It was an incredibly childish yet very wonderful sight. Miya's red nose on his sweater blinked in sync with the red nose on the face mask he had now pulled over his mouth. "I got one too. So that we have a complete matchin' look, ya know?" Miya said through the mask, and Kiyoomi could see the wrinkles around his eyes deepen, and Kiyoomi assumed that Miya was grinning under his mask. It was such a ridiculous sight, with Miya standing in front of Kiyoomi in his ugly sweater and that ugly mask, staring at him with wide eyes like a little child, just because he and Kiyoomi were wearing the same Christmas masks. Warmth rose in Kiyoomi.
He snorted in amusement as he raised his hands to place them around Miya's mask and take it off his ears. "I prefer you without the mask," Kiyoomi heard himself say, removing Miya's mask and could see in slow motion how Miya's grin disappeared, his lips slightly parted to say something, and looked at Kiyoomi with wide eyes as Kiyoomi leaned forward to press his lips against Miya's.
Miya's lips were soft and warm, and Kiyoomi felt the blonde lean forward. Immediately, Miyas' hands found Kiyoomi's neck and pulled him closer.
Kiyoomi let the mask in his hand fall carelessly and instead grabbed Miya's hips to pull him even closer.
Miya's warm tongue brushed over Kiyoomi's lower lip, and the dark-haired man granted him entry. He moaned into the kiss as Miyas' tongue sought his and eventually found it. Their tongues engaged in a hot battle for dominance in their mouths. Miya began nibbling on Kiyoomi's lower lip, which made Kiyoomi moan again. After a few seconds, Kiyoomi broke the kiss to catch his breath.
He leaned back and was rewarded with a gorgeous sight. Miya's pupils were dilated as he looked at Kiyoomi with dark eyes, his cheeks even redder and his pink lips swollen and full of spit.
"What was that for?" Miya asked breathlessly.
Kiyoomi shrugged casually. "My Christmas gift for you."
The blonde grinned and tilted his head. His gaze wandered from Kiyoomi's eyes down to his wet lips. "Yer Christmas gift is way better than my gift fer ya."
Kiyoomi snorted in amusement. "Well I have a no return policy."
And then Kiyoomi's and Miya's lips found each other again. Miya ran his fingers through Kiyoomi's soft curls and pressed him even closer, their bodies pressed against each other, their tongues engaged in a hot battle.
Miya moaned into the kiss as Kiyoomi nibbled on his lower lip, and the sound of him moaning shot through Kiyoomi like lightning, going straight down to his cock. He felt Miya rubbing his hips against him and felt his cock slowly but surely filling up through the contact with Miya's hips. Miya broke the kiss, only to kiss Kiyoomi's chin and continue down his neck. He nibbled gently on the delicate skin, and Kiyoomi let out a moan. "Ahhh shit."
Suddenly, Miya grabbed Kiyoomi by the hip and turned him, pressing Kiyoomi's thighs against Miya's desk. Kiyoomi heard a few things fall off Miyas's desk, but he couldn't care less at that moment. His entire attention was focused on the blonde, who was kissing his neck as if his life depended on it, and pressing his hips against Kiyoomi as if he would die without body contact.
Miya pressed his thigh between Kiyoomi's and began to create more friction. Kiyoomi grabbed Miyas' blonde hair and pulled him closer, whimpering as Miyas' thigh rubbed over his groin, making his cock twitch from the touch.
"Omi."
"Mh?"
"Fuck, yer so gorgeous."
Kiyoomi felt his cheeks start to burn and pulled Miya up by the hair so he could kiss him. During the heated kiss, Kiyoomi felt something hard against his hip and moaned as Miya's hand wandered down to Kiyoomi's clothed cock and stroked him over the fabric of his pants.
"Need ya."
"We're at the office," Kiyoomi heard the last voice of reason in himself speaking.
"And what about it?"
"Mhhm." Kiyoomi was just about to say something when Miya silenced him with a kiss. The blonde began rubbing his erection against Kiyoomi's cock, and Kiyoomi felt his boxers slowly getting wet below his pants from precum. God, if they weren't in the office, Kiyoomi would throw Miya onto his bed right now and start undressing him, fucking him until he could only scream Kiyoomi's name. Too bad they didn't have a bed.
Kiyoomi was sure that his lips must have been swollen by now as Miya pulled away from him - a string of saliva connecting their lips - and pressed his forehead against Kiyoomi's. The black-haired man felt Miya's hot breath on his lips and stared into his wide pupils in honey-colored eyes. He watched as Miya's hands glided down and stopped over Kiyoomi's belt. "Can I?" whispered Miya.
Kiyoomi merely nodded breathlessly, and Miya began to unfasten Kiyoomi's pants in a swift motion and let them fall down. Kiyoomi's throbbing cock sprang against his stomach and Miya licked his lips eagerly like he was just waiting to devour Kiyoomi whole. "Fuck, Omi. Yer gorgeous. Why didn't we do this sooner?"
"Because you are insufferable and obnoxious, Miya. And get on my nerves daily."
Miya laughed darkly, and Kiyoomi's cock twitched at the sound. "Yer probably right. At least I can use my obnoxious mouth for something good today."
And before Kiyoomi could ask what he meant, Miya had dropped to his knees. Kiyoomi was still leaning against the desk, watching as Miya placed his hands on Kiyoomi's white thighs and pressed gentle kisses around Kiyoomi's cock on his skin. Kiyoomi got goosebumps all over his body.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes as Miya's fingers traced circles over Kiyoomi's thigh, and every now and then, he pressed his nails into Kiyoomi's delicate skin. His throbbing cock was just waiting for Miya's warm mouth, and he felt it twitch even more with each of Miya's touches.
Kiyoomi let out an involuntarily loud moan as Miya's warm tongue found Kiyoomi's slit and licked it with a flat tongue. Miya moaned at Kiyoomi's salty taste.
Then Miya began to slowly, oh so slowly, take Kiyoomi's cock into his mouth, and Kiyoomi would have preferred to ram his cock directly into Miya's warm mouth, but he tried to hold himself together and moaned as Miya completely took him in, with Miya's lips at the base of Kiyoomi's cock.
Slowly, far too slowly, Miya began to move, and Kyioomi looked down with half-closed eyes. "Stop teasing, Miya."
Miya detached himself from Kiyoomi's cock with a pop and grinned at him. Spit hung at the corner of his mouth as he looked up at Kiyoomi. "Call me Atsumu."
Kiyoomi grumbled.
"Otherwise I wont stop teasin', Omi."
"Okay. Atsumu."
Atsumu licked his lips, his eyes half-closed as he turned his gaze away from Kiyoomi's face and focused again on Kiyoomi's throbbing cock.
This time, Atsumu licked from the base to the slit of Kiyoomi's cock, and Kiyoomi watched as a drop of precum was licked off Atsumu's tongue. Then Atsumu took Kiyoomi's cock completely into his mouth again, and Kiyoomi's fingers found their way into Atsumu's hair.
The blonde found a steady, fast pace that drove Kiyoomi out of his mind. "Oh fuck, you feel so good, Atsumu."
Atsumu hummed high-pitched in response, and Kiyoomi felt it all over his body. "What's that, Atsumu? Do you like it when I praise you?"
Kiyoomi heard Atsumu fucking whimpering and couldn't help but grin. The unbearable Atsumu had a praise kink. How fitting.
"Oh, if only you could see yourself now. How well you take my cock in your mouth." Kiyoomi stroked Atsumu's cheek, and the blonde closed his eyes as he tried to take Kiyoomi completely inside him.
"I should give you something to keep your mouth busy more often, shouldn't I?" Atsumu whimpered again, and his grip on Kiyoomi's thighs tightened. Kiyoomi stroked Atsumu's blonde hair. "So good for me, Atsumu."
Atsumu began bobbing his head faster up and down, and Kiyoomi threw his head back. "I'm close..., Atsumu..." It was strange how good that name felt on Kiyoomi's lips and how easily it rolled off his tongue.
His grip on Atsumu's hair tightened, and he began to actively move his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock into Atsumu's wet and welcoming mouth.
Atsumu dug his fingernails into Kiyoomi's white skin. "Only for me so good, Atsumu," Kiyoomi whispered. Warmth rose within him as Atsumu whimpered again, and his thrusts became more erratic.
Atsumu mumbled something, it was difficult to understand with Kiyoomi's cock in his mouth, but the vibration brought Kiyoomi over the edge.
His fingers clenched in Atsumu's blonde hair and he thrust into Atsumu's warm mouth, letting out a loud moan as he came. The hot liquid shot from Kiyoomi's cock in irregular bursts into the blonde's throat, and Kiyoomi saw stars. Catching his breath, Kiyoomi leaned further against the desk and brushed the curls from his face. He looked down and watched as Atsumu's mouth slowly pulled away from Kiyoomi's cock, and Atsumu licked Kiyoomi's sensitive tip one last time. Atsumu had obediently swallowed everything.
Both men were breathing heavily - Atsumu still kneeling on the floor in front of Kiyoomi - and Kiyoomi leaning against the desk.
Kiyoomi watched as Miya stood up with slightly shaky legs, now at eye level with Kiyoomi. The blonde licked his lips with pleasure and then leaned forward to pull Kiyoomi into a deep kiss—Kiyoomi was so flustered that he let it happen and tasted his own salty cum on Atsumu's tongue.
When Atsumu pulled away from him, Kiyoomi had calmed down a bit. He pulled up his pants and boxers and looked at the blonde. "That was a much better Christmas gift than the mask."
Atsumu tilted his head and grinned. "Ya will love the mask some day."
Kiyoomi huffed. "I don't think so, Atsumu."
Only when Atsumu's eyes grew wide and began to sparkle did Kiyoomi realize that he had still called him by his first name.
"Shut up," Kiyoomi murmured and pulled Atsumu into another deep kiss. Then he murmured against Atsumu's lips. "Now it's my turn to take care of you."
Atsumu smiled crookedly. "I don't think that's necessary anymore."
When Kiyoomi realized what Atsumu meant, he kissed him with a grin. "Then let's at least disappear from here so we can repeat the whole thing in a proper bed."
Atsumu licked his lips and looked at Kiyoomi, as if he had hung up the stars. "Ya bet, Omi."
And just as the two were about to leave, the automatic light sensor in the hallway turned on. Kiyoomi was glad that the two of them had gotten dressed by now when Inunanki approached him. The smaller one widened his eyes when he saw Kiyoomi's and Atsumu's tousled hair and swollen lips.
"Sakusa? Atsumu?"
"Hm?" Atsumu looked at his colleague with puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, damn," murmured Inunaki, running his hand through his short hair. "I owe Meian so much money."