atsumu wakes to some stirring beneath him then warm breath gently ghosting over his shoulder, his hand cupping something soft and squishy, rising and falling with sleepy deep breaths before it abruptly stops and the soft thudding of a heart beginning to race thrums through his fingertips.
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they both lay in silence, hoping the other isn’t awake yet as memories trickle back in lucid fragments. a party a few blocks from home, low lights, and a round of jello shots, orange and lemon flavored.
shoyo’s sprawled back on the bed, atsumu’s thigh between his own as he rolls his hips down on thick muscle. atsumu’s hands snake under his shirt and binder, tugging the tight garment up while they continue their kiss,