secureserver | Kinky + Angst?

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.

Kita goes to the bathroom and does his business, taking a few minutes to compose himself a little. Before he comes out he takes his boxers off and slips back into his sweat pants, which at least aren’t as wet as his underwear had gotten.

He won’t be keeping the pants on long he’s sure anyway. Soon enough he makes his way back out, glancing at where each of the twins are and watching them silently.

At least their food is something that can be eaten quickly because he’s just ready to get their hands on him again.

“Thank you.” For the bathroom, the meal, Atsumu getting the futon.

Atsumu was sitting on at the table, looking through his phone while Osamu kept kicking under the table every time his twin looked like he was trying to grab one of the onigiri of the plate.

"You're welcome," Osamu said, motioning him to sit.

The two of them are always a bit amusing to watch and Kita smiles as he seats himself.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.”

"Yes, we did," Osamu said. "We're polite. And you're our guest."

Atsumu muttered something. Something about Onigiri being super casual, and they needed to eat so they could get to the real reason why they were here, which was 'making Kita-san the happiest a man could be.'

Kita laughs quietly, bowing his head slightly. The difference between them is amusing and both their stances completely relatable.

"Let's eat so we can..." he trails off, glancing at Osamu. "Thank you for the food."

"Fuck your brains out?" Osamu asked, smirking a little. "Yes, let's eat."

Atsumu grabbed two and shoved half in his mouth. "'Vut taimme," he grumbled.

Kita’s cheek go completely red then and he focuses on eating then a silent answer in and of itself that he’s eager to get to that too.

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