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Tokyo, the city that never sleeps. Behind the neon lights, the fast cars, after-hour laughter and quite hum of ambition, five men found themselves chasing after their dreams. Fame. Popularity. Spice. and Dancing.

Oikawa was a broke athlete who never got into nationals , he had nowhere to go he knew no one here. Even though he didn’t feel like one, he was a very lucky person. Sitting on a bench a flyer flew straight at him.

“Looking for roommates and partners ;)
Call me if you’re interested:
xxx-xxx-xxx ;)”
It was pathetic how fast he pulled his phone out from his pocket. He dialed the number hoping someone would pick it up this hour.

“Hello, this is Sugawara speaking!”

“Hi! sorry to call at this hour. My name is Oikawa Tooru and I’m wondering if you’re still looking for a roommate?”

“Oh! Yes, I’m still looking for people, are you interested maybe?”

“God I’m so grateful! Yes, I am indeed interested. I really need a place that isn’t…you know a metro station or a hotel.”

“Then you’re in luck! Could you come by so we can discuss a bit?”

“Sure when and where?”

“47 Tsukihana Street, Shibuya District, next to a club with big neon light that says Velvet Club on it”

“I’ll head over as soon as I can , again thank you so much Suga!”

“I’m looking forward to meeting you Oikawa-san!”

The call ended. Oikawa’s heart was pumping so hard it was almost coming out of his chest. He got on the metro and made his way to the place.

He almost got lost but he found the place. He started searching for the man’s name on the intercom directory.
“Suga, Suga, ahh Sugawara” he rang the bell, soon after hearing a beep and the door opening, he went two floors up and saw a grey haired man standing in the door with a mole under his eye.

“Hello Oikawa-san! Come make yourself at home!” Suga went in Oikawa following after him, he took his shoes off in the genkan and slipped into some slippers Suga put infront of him

The grey haired man led them into a beautiful and modern little living room, he sat down on the couch

“Do you want tea or coffee?” Oikawa shook his head, he was very nervous, after all he was sitting in a complete stranger’s living room with all his stuff in his lap

“So you did read the flyer, right?”

“Yea, of course I did!” Oikawa gave a confused look raising his eyebrows

“I’m not just looking for a roommate, I’m looking for a partner, a person who loves to be in the center, loves having eyes on them, loves the attention everyone gives him but doesn’t let the crowd to have them. The club next to us is my gay bar, a stripclub, and I need dancers, pretty dancers.”

Oikawa looked shocked, he loved attention, he really loved it

“You know what? I’m sure they will love me. I mean everyone does”

And that’s how Oikawa Tooru became a Velvet Boy

“Great! That’s amazing welcome to the club!”

“Can I ask? Are we do only ones dancing?”

“No”

And that’s when Kozume Kenma and Akaashi Keiji walked out the door.

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Kenma’s streaming career hadn’t crashed overnight, he liked to think it faded slowly. His fans and audience drifted to more colorful and louder streamers. No matter how hard he tried to work, how many hours he put into editing and cutting videos , it was never enough for the internet. And because of that, Akaashi also lost his job, no longer designing little arts, merches and also all of the sponsors stopped supporting them.

‘You’re burning yourself out” said Akaashi leaning against Kenma’s desk “You don’t even look happy anymore”

“I’m sorry..”

Kenma didn’t deny it anymore, he was truly unhappy.

When all of the sponsor sip tried up and the algorithm buried him one too many times, they sat at a café, coffee cold and untouched

“We might need to consider something new”

Kenma slumped forward, burying his face into his arms
“ I don’t even know what I’m good at beside games.”

Akaashi nudged him gently “You’re smarter than you think, we’ll figure something out, don’t worry about that.”

It wasn’t the future they expected, they spent all day looking for jobs, calling old friends and family if they know anything they can both do.
One day by accident Akaashi dialed Suga

“Hello?Akaashi?”

“Hi, I’m sorry for calling, we are looking for jobs with Kenma and I must have dialed the wrong number.”

“Wait ya’ll are looking for jobs? I know something that might work for the both of you”

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Akaashi had a job lined up as a creative consultant, but somehow ended up designing performances and cocktails instead of ads and merch. And everyone loved him.

Kenma didn’t need the attention, but he knew how to make the crowd look, and stay looking.

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Miya Atsumu followed.

Atsumu’s journey to the Velvet club wasn’t exactly planned. After moving to Tokyo all alone , he bounced between jobs and teams, never finding the right vibe and the right people.

One night while he was having an evening jog, his eyes light up on the big signs

“Velvet Club”

He went inside and the moment he saw the performers , something clicked in his brain. And Suga saw that, of course he did. He offered him a chance to audition, first he didn’t take it seriously, but when he was in a yellow baby doll on the stage all eyes looking at him he couldn’t resist the thrill of being on the stage.

The Velvet club became his new home, the Velvet Boys his new family, finally finding a place where his energy wasn’t just noticed, it was celebrated

He wanted all the attention and eyes on him.

Atsumu stepping on a stage is a show itself. He’s playful, teasing and knows exactly what the crowd wants. When he moves he does it with confidence, having everyone's eyes on him.

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After work when everyone left 5 men would gather in the cafeteria, pushing desks and chairs together forming a small table. They’ll sit around it and gossip about everyone in the town. That’s what they always did.

But tonight was different, they discovered a new place, called the ‘Velvet Club’ it opened a few months ago and it had a huge popularity, all the gays and bis were going there, not because of the employees, not because of the delicious cocktails and amazing mood but because of the five divas, the untouchable and mysterious beauties.

Hypnotizing hips, juicy thighs,slim waists ,velvet babydolls, silk panties and sexy high heels.

“They say if you go in there you will be seduced but never get to even touch!” said Bokuto

“Well that’s pretty surprising” snorted the man with the curls

“Why do you say that Sakusa?”

“We are talking about whores, they make money out of this, i’m pretty sure at least half the town have been in them.”

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”

“Yeah omi-omi!!”

“I think we should go there and find out ourself”

“Absofuckinglutly not.”

“I think it’s a pretty good idea” Kuroo said while looking at Sakusa, I mean of course Kuroo thinks it’s a great idea, he loves hot dudes

“Of course you do” Kuroo looked at Iwaizumi “It’s hilarious coming from you”

‘HEY! let’s make a bet, whoever takes one of them to a date or their bed gets 5000 yens, everyone gives 1250 to the winner”

“Ohhh I’m definitely in.” said Daichi

“We know you would do anything for money” Sakusa gave a judging look to Daichi

“I’m also in,maaaan i haven’t seen pretty boys in so long”

“I wanna compete against Tetsuro so count me in”

“No”

“Come on Omi-omi don’t be such an old man, join it, i mean 5000 is a lot of money and if you win we’ll promise we’ll clean the whole apartment for a year, from top to bottom!”

“mmm…Fine.”

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Tokyo loved them, the Velvet Club became popular , everyone wanted to see them perform. So they had a great idea of dancing together every 3 am on Fridays.

The crowd loved them.

Together they formed a line, the music surged, deep and pulsating, wrapping the room in its rhythm. As the music swelled , the five of them moved in perfect sync, grinding, spinning, teasing the crowd with a dance of mystery and seduction.

Sugar, Tori, Kitty, Tsu and Kei, The Velvet Boys.

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Saturday evening came very fast. The boys were getting ready.

“Should we go with something comfortable or more of a rich man vibe ?” It was a very important question for Kuroo not because of himself but because he knew if they would get judged, Bokuto would turn depressed and their whole night would be ruined.

“Man I don't know, I’m probably gonna put on a nice shirt and some jeans” said Iwaizumi as he walked out of the bathroom, towel around his neck.

“Uh Uh , we should match! I mean we can’t go wrong with a nice button-up and jeans”

“That’s a very good idea bro”

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Two hours have passed since Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Bokuto and Sakusa have been waiting for Daichi to finish his ‘very important do not leave out’ perfume ritual.

“You know if you would take a shower before going out you wouldn’t need to use that much perfume and oily shits. “

“You’re the one to speak, Sakusa? All of the hot water is gone because you desperately need 2 hours of each shower a day, and not to mention you take at least 3 showers a day and do you know how bad taking a shower is in cold water? No. So shut up.” Daichi peeked out of the bathroom giving a judging look to Sakusa.

Sakusa just stayed silent while the other three were laughing, Daichi did have a point. He just stood there arms crossed, the shirt was clinging to him showing off his beautiful god-like body.
On Kuroo and Iwaizumi the shirt clinged on his biceps, the fabric on the edge of ripping apart.

Bokuto’s pants were showing off his great ass and big juicy thighs and Daichi’s broad back was a great sight in that shirt.

Finally Daichi was ready to go. They exited their mansion , a huge pent house like building. The chauffeur was already waiting for them in front of their car, they entered the car and made their way to the club.

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Loud music was filling the street, and they arrived.

The five men went inside the building.

The moment they stepped inside , the world outside faded into a haze of perfume, low pulsing bass and warmth.

The walls were a deep burgundy. Every surface seemed designed to catch the eye. Shadows dipping into corners, light sliding across the red sheen like a slow caress.

Black velvet couches stretched like decadent resting place. They were low-seated and comfortable enough to trap anyone that sat on it. The soft texture contrasted perfectly with glimmering red walls, making the room have a more luxurious and dangerous vibe.

The main stage took place in the center. A wide circular platform raised enough to give the eye a perfect view of the performance. The pole gleamed silver and above it hung a chandelier with dark crystals, casting fractured shards of light on the dancer’s body. Making the babydolls stand out more.

Small VIP rooms were on the sides, with red curtains covering the entrance. A perfect place to seduce someone while giving a lapdance.

The bar glowed like a jewel. Glossy black marble counter, hundreds of cheap and expensive alcohol. Perfectly lined on a shelf creating a rainbow against the club’s heat.

The air was thick with cherry cocktails , cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. Music throbbed through the floorboards, slow and teasing syncing with the guys heartbeat as they looked around.

“Woah! Look at the walls! and the couches , they are extremely cool, i mean everything is covered in velvet, fits perfectly with the name! It’s giving drama and a hint of Moulin Rouge!” Bokuto was amazed by the atmosphere of the place, his eyes lit up. “Look at how many drinks they have! No wonder this place has a huge popularity.”

“This place screams ‘you’re about to make questionable decisions, but at least you’ll enjoy them’ not gonna lie” The place was packed, almost fully packed with hot men and gorgeous boys. Even if he loses the bet and doesn't take one of the Velvet Boys home , he’ll make sure that he takes home one of the boys that are watching him, eyes undressing him.

“I’m more concerned about how often they clean these couches. Velvet traps everything.” as Bokuto was gonna start speaking about how Sakusa is being a party pooper a soft feminine voice spoke behind them.

“Don’t worry guys. These couches get deep cleaned everyday, it is very hygienic. I’m Ichika but you can call me Chika, I’ll be your waitress for tonight. Go ahead and take a seat. I'll go get the menu and be right with you” The girl walked away quickly not waiting for them to speak.

Bokuto immediately went and flopped on the couch in the front row, the fabric pulling him in.
“Wow these are very plushy , and so comfortable, come on guys sit!” he patted the space next to him. Daichi sighed because he already picked the perfect spot they could sit but for him it didn’t really matter. He sat right next to Bokuto with Kuroo on the other side of him. Iwaizumi took place on the edge of it, and on the other edge Sakusa sat.

“It’s really not bad, it’s very plushy”

“Yeah, we should totally buy one for home, I mean it would be perfect for the second floor living room.”

The boys continued to chit chat and not long after Chika arrived with the menus.

“We have alcohol free drinks if one of yall drives. We also have sugar and gluten free drinks and cocktails. Multiple beers and also liquor.” She handed out the menus with a big smile.

“There are a lot of drinks, they all sound very appealing” said Kuroo, the other four agreeing with him. He turned to face Chika. “What do you recommend?”

“Ah! I was waiting for that question all night long! I usually have the regulars because they all know me and they usually know what to order, lot of the old drinks actually, but I will recommend yall my top five favourite cocktails! How does that sound?” the boys were saying yes, they were interested to try out new drinks, at home in their mini bar they usually just made something simple or original. But mostly they drank beer.

“So for the black funny haired guy I definitely recommend the ‘Crimson Velvet’. It's a very smooth and rich drink. It has black cherry vodka, créme de cerise, vanilla syrup and some fresh lime juice, and it is one of the dancer’s favourite drinks.
For the curly haired gentleman I recommend ‘Gold Curtain’. Champagne with orange liquor and the top is decorated with gold flakes that are edible. This one is also a dancer’s favourite. Honestly all of the most popular drinks were made up by the dancers, and not gonna lie they all taste fantastic!"

You with the grey hair i could recommend to you the ‘Fivefold Sin’ this is actually the Velvet boy special drink. It contains spiced rum, a very nice one, blackcurrant liquor, pomegranate juice and black tea reduction. It’s a very bitter but very delicious cocktail.
Hedgehog hair, you’re type to drink ‘Velvet Kiss’, it’s a very delicious coconut drink similar to Pina Colada but it has rose syrup in it. Giving it a more soft floraly taste, that’s my personal favourite."

And you mister serious face , i recommend you a nice smoky whiskey with a hint of vanilla, you will definitely get addicted to ‘Smoke & Satin”.
Oh also I forgot to mention that every saturday it’s ‘pay 1500 yen and drink unlimited’ day”

The boys were shocked, they didn’t know if they should be offended by the names Chika gave them or be thankful for this whole commercial of the drinks.

“We’ll take those drinks and also the offer, we trust you and your taste, but are shots included in this offer?”

“Absolutely”

“Then we would also like 15 shots of Jagermaister.”

“Sure thing, the drinks will arrive in 15 minutes, i’ll hope you all will enjoy the time here in Velvet” She gave them a big smile and went of to the bar telling the bartender their order.

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In the back, the velvet boys were getting ready for their performance.

Suga flipping through their playlists, trying to find the best one for tonight. Oikawa was still doing his hair and skincare, sitting in a robe in front of the mirror. Kenma was laying on a little bean bag scrolling on his phone , makeup and hair done. Atsumu was whining about what they should wear, he had no idea, he was flipping though the wardrobe full with babydolls. Akaashi was searching through his makeup bag.

“Have any of you seen my eyeliner? I just bought it yesterday and it’s already gone” He looked at the boys, immediately noticing the eyeliner in Oikawa’s hand who was smiling at him. “Sorry Akababe, I can't find mine and I just borrowed it, you know I’m nothing without my eyeliner, I’ll give it back to you in a minute.

Akaashi rolled his eyes, he knew that he wouldn't get that eyeliner back. So he pulled out some rhinestones to put on instead of the eyeliner, it made his eyes pop out more anyway.

“What if we’ll wear our iconic babydolls?” Atsumu was holding five beautiful and seductive babydolls in his hand.
A Gold velvet one with glitter covering it,
A Starlight blue one with glittery royal velvet fabric to it,
A Muted burgundy matte velvet on that has a floral design with glitter covering it,
A Ocean blue one the fabric is mixed with glitter, silk and velvet,
And a Pearl white with little pearls covering it and silver glitter making it more shiny.

These babydolls were their first ever performance outfits, the one that made them extremely popular, it fit perfectly on everyone, the boys looked at each other and they agreed that they will perform in those tonight.

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They finished with their makeup, got dressed and even picked their playlist out. Shoes were ready, lashes were put on. The last dancer came down off stage. The lights turned off and the chandelier’s light bulb turned on, making the whole club sparkle in silver light. The boys made their entrance. Hips swaying, slow movements. Touching each other, grinding on the pole.

Kenma was the last one to step on stage, looking at the crowd. His heart skipped a beat. He locked eyes with a familiar rooster headed man.
His first sponsor, Kuroo Tetsuro.

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Afternoon classes were over and that meant it’s time for “work”. Kenma sat down in his chair, turning his pc on, setting the led strips blue color. Before he starts his stream he checks his emails.

“Sponsorship Opportunity with Neko Tech.
Dear Kozume Kenma,
I’m reaching out on behalf of Neko Tech. We’ve been following your work on the internet and we’ve also noticed how you have been gaining views and followers, the static shows that your followers mostly buy the same gaming accessories that you use.

Because of this, we’d love to discuss a potential sponsorship opportunity with you.

Our company specializes in high-quality gaming equipment and accessories, such as keyboards, led decoration, headsets and streaming gear designed specifically for competitive and professional players. We believe your content and audience would be a great fit for our brand.

If you’re interested, we’d be happy to provide you with our newest products and discuss a sponsorship agreement. This would include promoting our equipment in your streams. In return we would provide you financial sponsorship as well as access to our latest and trendiest gear

If it sound like something you’d like to explore, feel free to reply to this email so we can discuss the details further, possibly in person or on a zoom meeting.

Looking for your reply

Best regards,
Tetsuro Kuroo
Marketing & Partnerships
Neko Tech.”

Kenma was stunned, he’s been streaming for 3 years now, and he’s never gotten a sponsorship before. He immediately tweeted that the stream is getting canceled today, even if it didn’t show he was nervous and excited, full of joy. Finally he is earning something besides the donation, finally all those hard video cutting and spending lots of money just so he can satisfy everyone with good quality streams is paying off.

He replied to the email, trying to be professional.
He got an answer quickly and they arranged a meeting in the company’s A building which was in Tokyo not far from his apartment.
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Nearly 2 years passed, Kenma had lots and lots of promotions mostly from famous game developer studios. He also launched his first merchandise.

He built a really good relationship with Neko Tech and a really good friendship with Kuroo Tetsuro, and that was the problem.

He had feelings for him. He knew it was wrong but the fact that Kuroo also felt the same was also making it hard not to get together. They know they shouldn’t.

But one day when they had their weekly movie night, the atmosphere got too heated, clothes were too hot, the AC wasn’t helping to cool down, and the tension between them was hot, they hooked up. After that night they became friends with benefits, regular hook ups at each other.

And you may wonder, if Kenma was successful how did his career fall apart? It was because of one mistake. Only one.Two people, one meeting room, and an unlocked door.

Having sex in the office wasn’t new to them. But having sex in the meeting room? They loved danger but none of them thinked that the door was unlocked.

Kuroo was balls deep in Kenma, the door suddenly opened.

Kenma lost his biggest partnership.

Kuroo lost his job.

And rumors spread like crazy, between companies and on twitter, even a picture was posted, Kenma’s fans and viewers were slowly disappearing, because no one wanted to watch someone who only got famous because he got into a manager’s pants.

He lost all his sponsorship, all his viewers and his career.

He didn’t blame Kuroo or hisself, they didn’t know that the stupid door was unlocked, but inside, he was fuming with anger, how could he let Tetsuro into his pants, why did he give into him. They should've got together, make it official and none of this would have happened.

But here he was in high heels and revealing baby dolls, in a gay bar, dancing on a pole, just to earn money so he doesn’t starve.

He doesn’t hate it, Kenma realised he likes tangling up on a pole, to sexy music and making a whole crowd fall in love with him. But if he could choose, he’d want back his old life, his comfortable chair, his fans and maybe Kuroo.

When they get on the podium, he always looks around in the crowd, seeing mostly creepy old men or handsome business men who realize that they are gay but are afraid to tell their wifes.

But tonight was different. A familiar man was looking at him. Hazel eyes locked with his slightly gold one. The man of his dreams was watching him dancing. Usually he does lazy movements, but tonight, he wanted Kuroo to fall in love with him again. Maybe fuck him after his shift, tonight he gave all in, swaying his hips to the rhythm of the dangerous song, spreading his legs wide on the pole, looking directly at Kuroo. Little humping on the pole. Pushing his ass high on the floor. His movements were like a spell, making everyone look at him. Akaashi synced with him, touching each other, slipping under the babydolls. Giving the crowd a hot erotic slutty show.

After the dance something clicked in Kenma, maybe after all he didn’t want to talk with Kuroo but it was too late

“Kenma babe, you’ve got your first request for a lap dance tonight” said Suga. This was going to be one hell of a night.
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‘Hey Hajime, can you go grab more drinks from the bar?”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, “yeah.” He hated when they made him go do everything.

He stood up and made his way up to the bar. His eyes immediately caught a brunette. He recognizes him, slim legs, curvy hips that hypnotized him with his moves, he is one of the dancers. Oikawa has changed into his ‘bartender’ outfit, a beautiful teal glittery bodysuit that hugs his ass just right, a brown bunny tail attached to it, a white lace collar decorated his white thin neck. Dangerous eyes looked at Iwaizumi. Black eyeliner highlighted his beautiful brown eyes, making him even more tempting than before. On top of his head sat a Playboy bunny ear headband. Iwaizumi could feel his manhood filling up with blood.

The brunette smiled at him.
“Good evening handsome! What can I get you?”Oikawa asked, looking Iwaizumi up and down.

A strong, lustful chemistry was obvious between them. No matter how much Oikawa might want to, he couldn’t sleep with him. It was a strict rule they made when the Velvet Club opened, no Velvet Boy could sleep with a client. They strictly only provided lapdances, veil dancing and other erotic dance services. Such a shame really, Oikawa always loved having sex but now that he works here, he needs to find someone that doesn’t live in Tokyo, and he doesn’t wanna travel hours just to have good sex.

“I’d like two whiskeys, a vodka orange, two gintonics…and your phone number.”

Oikawa laughed, “Sweetheart, as much as I wanna give it to you, I can't. But if you’d like to ‘talk’ to me you can book a service at the front. Though for you, I’d drop my clothes off right now.” He winked at Iwaizumi.

“The drinks will be done in about five minutes, and one of the waiters will bring it out to you. Which couch are you sitting at?”

“Number 4 I think”

“Ah the closest to the podium, what a greedy little thing” He smirked at Iwaizumi

“I have a few open appointments right now if you want some private services”

“I’d be dumb not to take it”

Oikawa grabbed Iwaizumi’s hand, leading them to the dance rooms in the back. Iwaizumi was excited because he knew that he would win this bet easily, and after that might take this beauty out to dinner.
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Iwaizumi and Kuroo disappeared, Daichi and Bokuto went to the restroom, Sakusa was alone, sitting on a couch with no one he could talk to, he had no drinks, and he knew that he wouldn't win this bet. He didn’t even need the money to be honest.

Lost in his own thoughts. Sakusa barely noticed the waiter placing two trays of drinks in front of him. The sudden movement pulled him back into reality and he glanced up.

It was one of the dancer boys. His hair was platinum blond, almost glowing under the club’s light. He wore short black satin shorts that hugged his hips, the hem low enough to reveal the curve of his ass. On top he wore a white satin shirt, small glitter scattered across the fabric that caught the club’s lights whenever he moved. Gold eyeshadow decorated his eyes, and his slightly tan skin shimmered softly under dim lighting.

“Here are your drinks.” he said, setting them down in front of Sakusa. Then he glanced at the glasses again before looking back at him with a faintly amused expression.
“Though that’s quite a lot of alcohol for one person, don’t you think?”
“My friends disappeared, and I think I’ve been sitting here alone for about twenty minutes,” Sakusa said “Though it’s not that big of a problem. They are the ones who dragged me here in the first place.”

His cold eyes kept drifting back to Atsumu, studying him carefully.

He looked like a fine piece indeed, Sakusa Kiyoomi wasn’t the type for one-night stands…but with Atsumu, he might be tempted to make an exception and take him right there on the couch.

“Aren’t you a little lonely?”Atsumu asked “Maybe I could keep you company while your friends are gone, how does that sound?”

The blonde sat down beside him, close. . so close he was practically in his lap. It was completely normal for Atsumu; he loved flirting with everyone, especially with ridiculously handsome young men with pretty faces like this black haired beauty.

“Sex..and other erotic fun isn’t allowed “ Atsumu added with a playful smile “But touching is still permitted”

His hand moved lightly over Sakusa’s chest, fingers brushing the fabric as he traced slow, teasing circles.
Sakusa responded immediately, wrapping an arm around the blond’s waist and pulling him fully onto his lap. His arms circled him, his grip tightening slightly as his hands settled on Atsumu’s hips, kneading them a little more firmly.

‘What do you mean sex isn’t allowed’

Sakusa Kiyoomi always got what he wanted..and right now, he wanted the blond.

His pride was stronger than any rule in this place.

Sakusa Kiyoomi never lost.

And he was about to prove it.