Atsumu shivers at the touch, his lips sensitive from never being touched, and Sakusa waits before deepening it. The man kisses like he dates—slow and surely. Atsumu’s eyes flutter shut and he feels like moaning at the slight pressure.

He returns it eagerly, grabbing at Sakusa’s hands and forcing them to settle on his hips. Once those huge palms are gripping at him, his thin t-shirt tangling up in his fingers, Atsumu curls his arms around Sakusa’s neck and pushes themselves into each other deeper.