all too trusting in Ushijima, he simply does that. Heading to the living room to seat himself. Shirt being pulled off in the meantime …
Ah. Suppose he should’ve had some cake …
���Perhaps I can do more in this life then, in return.”
One more firm grope of that sizeable ass, a held back grunt in his throat just barely audible from the mumble he’d let out. Only finally backing away, a sweet smile on his face.
He doesn’t question it — he simply listens. +
"There's no need to do all that...your thanks in this life are enough for me."
He's very happy to know the other was enjoying the gift he had prepared for him. And he'd be enjoying more of his gift soon enough too.
"No, you can't unwrap this yet. That's not until you're -
Embracing a little sternly, one arm around his waist and the other cupping one side of his rear.
“Can I assume this look of yours was also apart of my gift? I’d like to unwrap it if so, you know.”
Face reddening all too clearly, an exhale much too loud. He feels .. awfully read. Opened up and displayed like this .. exposed, per se.
“You’re much too sweet for me, Ushijima. I’d have to thank you in every life after this one just to feel like I’ve said the bare minimum. ”
—
Before he can comment on the excess of flowing water, worrying the other isn't going to be able to quench his thirstiness, he's embracing him and feeling hands desperately squeezing his ass.
"Ah- Kiyoomi? Of course I knew. It's your day. One where I have to celebrate how -
. . . So much for using sarcasm. This is why he doesn’t do so.
Swimming up to the edge of the pool, seating his muscular figure up and looking back to the door.
“ The Pool, Miya. ”
Blunt and clear, he can come visit but enough of the yelling! It’s hurting his ears, goodness.
O-Ok, well, fair . . . Whatever. 🌀
Huh . . . ? And what makes him think he knows where he's at, hm?
. . .
Don't answer that. He knows. Yelling out from the buildings entrance, loud enough for the birthday boy to hear.
“ Heeey, Omi! Happy birthday, ya hear me?! ”
him. There’s a loud audible gulp, and soon, he’s coming closer. Feigning a loving embrace as best he can while digits pervertedly touch up on that rear. It’s .. so plump. He hates how wrong he feels for this mindset of his …
“ You knew of my birthday? ”
… This man will be the death of him, if not the bacteria of this world.
Eyes fail to even lift past his waste, leered and lured like mice to cheese. The germaphobe, once holding a water bottle, doesn’t even realise his harsh squeeze of his palm ends up with a puddle below —
. . ? Most people are asleep at that time, as was he. His phone is off by then, and frankly, he hadn’t really switched it back on.
If he really wants him to look, why not bother him and ruin the perfect silence he has?
He’s been .. oddly left alone today.
It’s nice. It’s quiet. He could not
tell you why everyone is so
cooperative today but … he enjoys
it. Enjoying the pools on his own.
Spoiler alert: he’s as dim witted
about his birthday as the next
guy. 🎂
Very big if. The chances are low but if he feels like ruining someone’s day and shot at this blonde, so be it .
Shoot your shot with Kiyoomi and you’ll probably be getting the same code sent to you too .
No. No he isn’t gonna take the call unless you enjoy hearing Atsumu thrash and whine like a little whore.
Frankly he could care less if you were charmed by this playboy, he already has him busy for the week.
@GoldenMiyaPriv / / In all honesty? I just find it funny for the most unexpected guys to be hung. So I tend to search for certain sizes for someone like Omi because —
Imagine the size and you can’t even touch it because he’s germaphobic 🙂↕️
considering he’s staring and drooling at the picture , he would say he is the expert. he doesn’t need a moment of fame — he stretches it out continuously. no sudden peak , no harsh drop. just continued success.
and that is why he chose that angle. lure the eyes to the prize.
aaalright, alright! he'll . . . keep the pictures tamer from now, and see the results. since he's such an expert on the topic.
he knows damn well— the sweats. 🥴