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"Omi, what happened ta the rest of my cheesecake?" Atsumu yelled from the kitchen, frantically rearranging the items in the fridge in search for his beloved.
"You ate it all" The man in question replied from their shared bedroom. The blonde instantly scowled and huffed as he shut the fridge.
By nature, Atsumu was a very playful man. He cracked jokes at people, he was sarcastic and an overall little shit but if there's one thing he didn't play with, it was his cheesecake.
He loved it. Worshipped it even. If volleyball was his addiction, cheesecake was his religion. Deities be damned.
"Yer fuckin' lyin' babe! I would know if I finished it" He crossed his arms as he made his way through their apartment and into their room, only to find Kiyoomi comfortably sitting on their bed looking completely unbothered. Had he not been annoyed, he would be entranced in the beauty that was his boyfriend.
It was cruel how perfectly sculpted the man was, despite the fact that he'd quite literally been in bed since he woke up. This coupled with the frizzy mop in place of his usually flawless curls, it would've turned the average person off. But Atsumu was not average- the opposite actually- and his Omi was sexy even if he looked (slightly) messy.
"If you say so Atsumu" the raven replied boredly, his attention focused on the iPad Air in his hand.
"What're ya even doin'?" Atsumu asked, narrowing his eyes as he walked over to the bed. He knew the answer, most likely. It was nice to ask though, the simplicity of it was almost domestic.
"Starting a crack business, why?"
The blondes face wrinkled as he shook his head. "Why crack? That's such a lame thing ta do."
Kiyoomi paused to look up at his boyfriend with a curious expression. "Speaking from experience?"
Atsumu rolled his eyes dramatically. "Yea Omi. I've totally done a ton of drugs. LSD was my favorite."
The raven hummed and went back to his iPad. "I'll keep that in mind."
The blonde giggled before kicking off his slides and throwing himself on top of his boyfriend, being mindful of the iPad of course. Kiyoomi groaned and held his tablet to his chest with one hand, while the other quickly moved to the blondes shoulder.
"Atsumu, get off, I'm busy." He coupled it with a light shove.
"But I want cuddles an' ya haven't given me any today." Atsumu pouted, his chin planted on Kiyoomi's stomach as he looked up at him.
Contrary to extremely popular belief, Atsumu was, in fact, not the clingy one in the relationship. Well he was but, in terms of most clingy, Kiyoomi took the cake. It was simply because his aversion to touch caused him to be morbidly dehydrated of every type of physical and emotional affection.
You can only imagine how crazy his college days were. Then multiple that by the fact that he quickly found love in the overly affectionate being that was Atsumu, and his dire need to be touching the blonde every second of the day spiraled from there.
"I don't care, I'm in the middle of a picture." He whined as he felt Atsumu tighten his grip on him. Shockingly, Kiyoomi was also very whiny behind closed doors.
"Is yer drawing more important than me?" The older narrowed his eyes into a playful glare, only to earn a cold stare back.
"Yes actually, it is."
Atsumu perked up at this. It was a fact that Kiyoomi's art was beautiful and he always enjoyed watching the process from a simple sketch to the finished product. "Can I see?"
"Get off first." Kiyoomi huffed, shoving Atsumu's shoulder, again. His attempt was futile though because Atsumu was heavier than he looked and didn't move even a centimeter. Curse volleyball and Atsumu's ridiculously built body.
"Oh my god" the raven mumbled. "I'll do anything you want later, just let me finish."
He was starting to get irritated.
Now, one thing Kiyoomi had Atsumu beat on was patience. Atsumu had about as much patience as a kid high off sugar and labeled as a 'high functioning ADHD patient'. Therefore, anyone would've assumed that he'd be able to hold out on his boyfriends antics until the blonde inevitably got bored with the situation. However, Kiyoomi also hated starting something without seeing it through to the end. And he was so close- so fucking close, to finishing this commission, he could already see his PayPal notification from a satisfied customer.
But no. Atsumu couldn't sit still like the adult he was, while Kiyoomi finished his picture in peace.
It was Atsumu's turn to whine as he buried his face in Kiyoomi's stomach. "I don't wanna wait till later though."
"Also-" Atsumu added "don't think yer off the hook for my cheesecake."
"I didn't eat your fucking cheesecake Atsumu" Kiyoomi rolled his eyes.
"So what? It just grew legs and walked away?"
"It probably got tired of your shit. Like me. Get off"
Atsumu feigned a look of deep hurt at the comment before jutting his bottom lip out much farther than it should be. He looked adorable, to say the least. And Kiyoomi wanted to bite his lip until it bled because he had no right to look this attractive while also pulling every nerve in his system.
"Ya know, most people don't treat their boyfriends like shit." It was a joke that applied to the current scene and they both knew that. But, Kiyoomi's ever souring mood responded bitterly to the response because in his defense, Atsumu deserved every ounce of assholeness he was getting.
"Well most peoples boyfriends aren't annoying little shits, who can't go five seconds without touching someone" Kiyoomi huffed, placing his tablet on their nightstand so he could cross his arms and glare at his beloved.
"Oh yer one ta fucking talk hun. Yer all over me twenty-five eight, Mr. 'My Love Language Is Touch'." Atsumu stuck his tongue out childishly, to which Kiyoomi flicked.
"Ow! What the fuck?"
"You deserve it."
"Ya know what you deserve?" The blonde smirked, his fingers slowly inching up the raven's sides. Kiyoomi's face paled the moment he realized Atsumu's next move.
"Wait! Atsumu, love, baby, I didn't-" his words were cut off by a shriek when he felt his body suddenly engulfed in scolding, red flames.
He hated being tickled.
His body writhed under Atsumu's, his arms desperately pushing against his boyfriends hands while his legs kicked ferociously against the mattress, pushing him nowhere. The older watched in amusement as the ravens usual scowl morphed into a wide grin with his laughter.
Breathing under the current predicament felt impossible to Kiyoomi; his lungs felt as if they were getting no oxygen no matter how much he inhaled and to make matters worse, his stomach clenched and ached with every full laugh that left his body.
"Atsumu!" He wailed, his eyes tearing up. "I'm sorry, stop" Forming words alone was a near impossible task since it took several tries to get even a word out.
"Are you gonna apologize?"
"Yes." Kiyoomi heaved out.
"Did you eat my cheesecake?"
"Oh my fuckin- no, I didn't eat your stupid fucking cheesecake. Quit tickling me before I burn your Vabo-Chan and rip your Aizawa poster." The torture was over as quickly as it started, leaving Kiyoomi to lay uselessly on the bed while he got his breathing under control.
Atsumu had jumped away from Kiyoomi as if he'd been burned at the threat, and was quick to make his way over to his giant Vabo-Chan plush that sat in the corner of their room. He carefully cradled it to his chest and pet it's head. "Don't listen to him Vabo-Chan, Omi's just mad that you get more love than he does."
Omi stuck his middle finger up at Atsumu, too tired to say or do anything else. He was a professional athlete for God's sake, his stamina HAD to be much better than this. Meian would he so disappointed if he found out. Hell, Kiyoomi was disappointed in him self for not lasting that long. Even his sex stamina was better than this current disgrace.
Take notes kids. Tickling means better stamina.
"I can't believe ya threatened ta rip Aizawa." The blonde scowled as he made his way back to the bed, choosing to lay next to his Omi this time.
"He's not even cute, Atsumu."
"Yer opinion is extremely invalid. Ya said Mt. Lady was cuter than midnight, ya fuckin' weirdo." He huffed, crossing his arms.
Kiyoomi huffed back, finally able to sit up as he replied. "Um because she is? Midnight looks like she owns a sex dungeon and is into hardcore BDSM."
"Afraid of a little pain, Omi?" Atsumu purred. He fucking purred.
A pregnant pause fell between the two, the younger looking at his boyfriend with a mixture of disgust and pure astonishment. "I'm not doing this with you right now" He rolled his eyes for the nth time and moved to grab his tablet when he felt Atsumu latch onto his arm.
"No."
"Atsumu, I will strangle you."
"So do it then" the blonde looked at him expectingly.
"I'm calling your mother" Kiyoomi threatened
"Do it, she'll tell ya the same thing" Atsumu smirked.
"I'm calling Kita" he rephrased.
"Yer so mean."
"You knew this when we started dating"
"Nuh uh, you were all cuddly and soft during the first few months of us dating"
"It's called the honeymoon phase for a reason"
"Oh my god, are ya proposing to me? Cause one, took ya long e-fucking-nough and two, I honestly thought it'd be more cheesy than this."
Kiyoomi watched as his boyfriend innocently looked up at him with his usual dopey grin and as much as he wanted fo be annoyed with the male, he couldn't find it in himself. "I thought you said you were proposing to me" he hummed and leaned down to peck Atsumu's lips.
"I will once you admit you ate my cheesecake."
Kiyoomi suddenly took everything back.