secureserver | Kinky + Angst?

"Tch!" Atsumu scowled and put his nose up in the air. "I guess I'll try one." Unknown to Osamu, he already had one. He'll blame their father if Osamu notices. (As if he wouldn't notice one of them was missing! But Osamu had a soft spot for their parents. But he couldn't blame his twin for that because he did, too.)

As they get out of the school, Kita does carefully extricate his hands from the twins, sliding them into his jacket instead.

"Acting as if you're not looking forward to it, Atsumu-kun?" Kita laughs softly.

(They do their best not to pout at their captain.)

"They probably aren't that great."

Osamu's grumbled at him, then pointed at a passing garbage truck. "Hey, there's your ride."

He'll survive their pouts if they fail.

Kita sighs, shaking his head at the two of them as they continue on. "Don't start fighting when we haven't even made it to your place yet."

They will. But they'll pout some more at Kita.

"We're not fightin'," Atsumu said, blinking at Kita.

They don't count it as fighting until hands get thrown.

It was more of a preemptive warning than anything else and so he looks more amused than anything at Atsumu’s blinking.

“Not yet, anyway.”

Osamu gave a little cough. "We'll behave. Anyway, here's our bus stop." He checked his watch. "Next one should be here in about five minutes."

Kita nods and he is content to wait quietly with the two, although he has doubts how long they can keep quiet. His mind wanders to everything they’ve already done, feeling a throb of heat and he really shouldn’t let his thoughts linger on the feel of their tongues, their fingers, their dicks. He shuffles his feet slightly and at least the bus arrives on time.

He climbs on with the twins, fare taken care of the bus is crowded enough that Kita finds a handhold to grab instead of trying to take a seat.

The twins glared at each other over Kita's head, sandwiching their captain between them, glued to his sides, touching as much as possible now they weren't holding hands.

They do the same on the bus: Osamu behind, and Atsumu in front of him. Protective and territorial of their boyfriend, like a pair of guard dogs. Or guard foxes.

Kita is hyper aware of how close they stay to him. He feels shy about it, the worry that everyone around them will sense somehow what they’d been doing in the locker room… what Kita was so eager to do when they got to their destination. He takes a deep breath, the movement of the bus causing him to sway just a little, just enough to press back into Osamu and then forward into Atsumu.

“How long until the stop?” He asks quietly.

Neither Atsumu nor Osamu cares all that much about what people think of them. Atsumu even less so because at least Osamu tries to be kind to other people, whereas Atsumu doesn't give a shit.

But in this, they're in accord about letting people, quietly, know Kita was theirs.

"About twenty minutes," Atsumu said, smiling down at him.

Kita looks at him and then to the side, cheeks dusting light pink as he looks at the window as they move on through the route. It's impossible to not notice how close each of the twins are to him and twenty minutes seems to be taking a really long time. A long time that he can't kiss or touch without worrying about strangers watching.

Fortunately for Kita, everyone on the bus is used to how odd the twins can be, so ignore them, except for a few looks.

When the bus hits a pothole, Atsumu uses it as an excuse to put his hand on Kita's hip to steady him. Osamu put his hand on Kita's shoulder for the same reason.

Kita's hand had tighten on the hold he had and he'd planted his feet but even if he hadn't it seems the twins would have kept him from losing his balance. He looks between the two of them and then clears his throat a little when their hands don't leave him right away.

They looked down at him with identical looks on their faces. "Yes Kita-san?" Atsumu asked, feigning innocence.

Osamu lifted his hand but put it back down when it was clear Atsumu wasn't moving his.

Kita decides that trying to bat away Atsumu’s hand would just draw more attention and so he exhales and ignores it. He gives Osamu a small smile, just a teasing way of giving him so favor for dropping his hand.

It’s impossible to really ignore Atsumu’s hand on him, warm and big and of course he remembers all the other places that it’s been and he shifts a bit. He feels like anyone would be able to read that he’s horny and he’s just had sex with both the hot twins flanking him and he’s about to again.

Osamu liked the smile but was jealous that his brother kept holding their boyfriend's hip. He smiled back, then shot a glare at his twin. He wanted to touch Kita, too, both horny and wanting to have sex with him again. And again. And again.

Osamu had to adjust himself because now he was thinking about sex, and his dick was starting to wake up to it. So, to combat his boner, he glared at his brother even harder.

Soon enough, the bus came up to their stop, and they guided Kita off the bus.

Kita lets out a sigh of relief when they finally step off the bus and soon they're more or less alone on the way to the other's place.

"Neither of you could just act normal?"

It's a little bit of a tease.

"Normal sucks," Atsumu said.

Osamu shrugged, agreeing with his twin. "We wouldn't be us if we did," he pointed out.

Kita shakes his head but it's clear he's not particularly upset. But he had been shy about the public touching. It might just be because of how turned on he was and how the memory of everything is still fresh.

"Let's hurry," he says simply. He wants to get his hands and mouth on his two weirdos.

"Someone's horny~" Atsumu sang out, putting his hand on Kita's shoulder and pointing him in the direction of the Miya household.

"Honestly, same," Osamu said.

The twins shepherded him to their house. "One of us has to get the futon and put it on the floor of our room," Osamu said after entering. "Why don't you get that while I get the food? Kita-san, make yourself at home."

Kita blushes, coughing a little in surprise. "You guys are too loud," he complains softly but what they said wasn't wrong. He hurries along and lets out a sigh of relief when they reach the Miya house.

"Where's the bathroom?" he questions.

They both look at him, amused.

"Down the hall, across from our bedroom," Osamu said as he headed towards the kitchen.

"This way, Kita-san," Atsumu said, putting his arm around Kita's shoulders. "Maybe we can have some fun before dinner," he said.

"I'm just pulling it out of the fridge," Osamu deadpanned.

"Thank you," Kita says to Osamu and then glances at Atsumu. He clears his throat and reaches up to squeeze Atsumu's hand before slipping away from him.

"I'm going by myself. We can have fun after dinner." Easily backing Osamu up on this one.

Atsumu pouts and makes a little whining sound, like a puppy wanting an extra treat, but he goes to the linen closet in their parents' room to grab the futon. In the kitchen, Osamu plates Onigiri onto three plates.

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