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Atsumu was the one who adored everything to do with Christmas, wasn't he?
Although Kiyoomi had had everything to gain from seeing the genuine happiness shine in his partner's eyes the moment he had pulled out the boxes with all the decorations, the balls for the tree, the lights. There, with the strings of lights all tangled together, Kiyoomi - obsessive compulsive of order that he was - had risked his temporal artery exploding a little.
And it was always Atsumu the one who was passionate about decorating every available space in their flat as well as making the tree, right?
So it was Atsumu's job to find himself perched on a ladder hanging one of the strings of lights along the entrance corridor of the aforementioned flat, with Kiyoomi giving him the directives to hang it so that the strings of lights came down as neatly and symmetrically as possible.
Whether or not he, Sakusa Kiyoomi himself, was taking advantage of the view from below of his partner's knockout physique, of his toned thighs, of that flap of lower back that uncovered itself every time Atsumu lifted his arms a little more, well: that was another matter entirely.
Just as it was another matter that, in order to enjoy that little show a little more, Kiyoomi was making him stand on that ladder more than he had to, continuing to make him move the string of lights ‘a little more to the right. No, a little more to the left. Higher up. Lower.’
The special bonus was the fact of how Atsumu, in order to get to the furthest point and without having to climb down and move the ladder for the umpteenth time, practically bent over, arching his back in that sensual way he always did in other contexts (or RIGHT! when they were training or it was stretching time, getting on all fours in front of him and smacking his bum in his face, provoking him. And then suffering the consequences of that provoking, at home or directly in the showers of the locker room).
- Omi, is this good? -
Kiyoomi, so focused on enjoying the spectacle, almost didn't realise the question, while Atsumu - waiting for confirmation or not - continued to keep his gaze fixed on the string of lights.
- Omi? -
- Hum? Ah, yes yes. - Kiyoomi awoke from his vision - Perhaps a little to the right. - he thought better of bending it a little more, so as to get the perfect angle, while he was quietly sipping his yuzu tea, inhaling its unmistakable citrus scent.
Atsumu emitted a small grunt mixed with a snort, but did as requested, in total good faith, but when for the umpteenth time he asked for confirmation as to whether or not the positioning was OK and Kiyoomi gave no signs of life, the setter became suspicious and glanced over his shoulder at his companion. Only to discover that Kiyoomi wasn't even looking at the lights, but somewhere further down.
- Omi! - he shrieked with impunity - You're staring at my butt! Are you deliberately making me stand on this ladder to stare at my butt!? -
Kiyoomi didn't flinch in the slightest. His lips stretched into an amused smirk, slowly lifting his eyes to Atsumu's indignant face.
- You would have done the same in my place. - he retorted placidly, as if stating the obvious.
A sentence to which Atsumu was unable to retort immediately, as Kiyoomi was totally right. But he managed it in the end.
- Wrong Omi! Because I would have forcibly pulled you down from that ladder and carried you to the bedroom. -
- And who's to say, Miya, that I'm not going to do that? - Kiyoomi always had that aplomb that drove Atsumu away, because Atsumu knew that in a contest of patience with Kiyoomi, he would always lose.
- What are you waiting for then? - the lifter asked him in reply, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling at him with his usual lovingly slapping smile.
- For you to finish hanging the lights. So I'd say you could really get back into the position you were in now. - But this time even Kiyoomi couldn't keep a straight face and started giggling.
- Pervert! - laughed Atsumu.
- I learned from the best. - chuckled the crusher again, as he held out a hand to his partner so that he could climb down the ladder safely. He then picked him up princess-style and carried him towards their bedroom.
Needless to say, the same scene was recurring more or less the same not far from there.
- Is that good, yes or no? - Osamu asked, frowning, also struggling - like his brother - with a string of lights to hang from the ceiling.
OK: having also shared his mother's womb with his brother had equipped him with a lot of patience, but not so much that he stood with his arms raised like a stockfish for several minutes. OK, the wire wasn't heavy of course, but after several minutes of holding it up, undoubtedly the burning in his arm muscles was beginning to make itself felt, even though he was still perfectly trained.
- A little more to the right. - pretended to be serious Rintarou.
- Ok, that's perfect. - Motoya nodded with a satisfied expression.
- More than perfect. - chuckled Rintarou, moving just enough to get the best light to take yet another picture.
- Ohy... - Osamu called them to order, having noticed that the eyes of his two boys were not on the lights but a little lower down. At his pecs to be precise.
- Oh... -
- Oops... –
The two infamous men pretended to be shocked at having been miserably caught, giving each other an amused look. A look that made Osamu chuckle, shaking his head in amusement as he descended the ladder, hearing the chorus of protests from his two boys rise loudly.
- Now I'm getting hungry. - proffered Motoya, with a feigned innocence when the winking glint in his eyes implied something else entirely, referring to how Osamu's pecs were a delicious, superfine dish for both of them.
- Yes, me too. - Rintarou told him.
- And instead you'll stay hungry. - retorted Osamu, having guessed what the two were referring to, planting a finger at them in a mock-threatening manner, but the mischievous look he gave them as he headed for the bedroom, signalling with his finger to follow him, made Motoya and Rintarou realise that he had intentions quite different from the threat.
They immediately ran after him but Rin stopped them as they passed the lit Christmas tree.
- Wait! -
- What's wrong, honey? - they asked worriedly. And Rintarou signalled for them to come closer, pointing to their reflection in one of the golden balls on the tree, where the light was hitting his in a way that was nothing short of perfect. A sweet smile broke out on all three of them.
Quickly Rintarou retrieved his mobile phone and, finding the right angle, took a couple of photos of their reflection in the ball.
Photo that immediately ended up on the home page of all three.
With the hashtag #themenofmylife