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not a thread, just a little skts shotgunning brainrot inspired by oomf-
"I& #39;ve never smoked anything, Omi."
Kiyoomi thinks that& #39;s sort of ridiculous. But it& #39;s also typical of most athletes and most people who have a vested interest in their lung health. +
"I& #39;ve never smoked anything, Omi."
Kiyoomi thinks that& #39;s sort of ridiculous. But it& #39;s also typical of most athletes and most people who have a vested interest in their lung health. +
Kiyoomi wouldn& #39;t touch a cigarette himself, but this...
"You don& #39;t have to. Come here."
Atsumu is drawn in, sliding into Kiyoomi& #39;s orbit like there& #39;s no place else he& #39;d rather be. His eyes are on the joint pinched between Omi& #39;s fingers, a little frown creasing his brows.+
"You don& #39;t have to. Come here."
Atsumu is drawn in, sliding into Kiyoomi& #39;s orbit like there& #39;s no place else he& #39;d rather be. His eyes are on the joint pinched between Omi& #39;s fingers, a little frown creasing his brows.+
Kiyoomi tips his head up with his opposite hand. "You know what shotgunning is?"
Atsumu nods, eyes dropping to his lips. "Yeah. That& #39;s pretty romantic, Omi-Omi."
"We& #39;re dating," Kiyoomi says drily.
"Oh, then I guess you should romance me a little." Atsumu grins.+
Atsumu nods, eyes dropping to his lips. "Yeah. That& #39;s pretty romantic, Omi-Omi."
"We& #39;re dating," Kiyoomi says drily.
"Oh, then I guess you should romance me a little." Atsumu grins.+
Kiyoomi breaks the grin with one touch. He brushes his thumb against Atsumu& #39;s lower lip and his mouth goes soft, lips parting. "Breathe in. Okay?"
Atsumu nods. Kiyoomi turns his head away to take a drag, pulling harder and deeper than he usually would to store up enough smoke. +
Atsumu nods. Kiyoomi turns his head away to take a drag, pulling harder and deeper than he usually would to store up enough smoke. +
When he turns his head back, Atsumu is waiting with parted lips, eyes a little wider than usual.
Kiyoomi leans in and holds his chin in place. He exhales slowly and hears the soft click of Atsumu& #39;s throat as he inhales. It& #39;s intimate, feeding someone his own breath. +
Kiyoomi leans in and holds his chin in place. He exhales slowly and hears the soft click of Atsumu& #39;s throat as he inhales. It& #39;s intimate, feeding someone his own breath. +
Pressing life past his lips for someone else to take, recycle, breath out again as something different.
The high hits when he& #39;s out of air to give. He doesn& #39;t move, watching Atsumu& #39;s eyes slowly grow hazy as he lets out the smoke in a quiet cloud. +
The high hits when he& #39;s out of air to give. He doesn& #39;t move, watching Atsumu& #39;s eyes slowly grow hazy as he lets out the smoke in a quiet cloud. +
Kiyoomi can feel it against his lips and sucks in without thinking, desperate to take some part of Atsumu for himself.
"Again, Omi," Atsumu whispers. He& #39;s close enough that their lips brush.
"In a minute." Kiyoomi tilts his head forward and closes the distance. //end
"Again, Omi," Atsumu whispers. He& #39;s close enough that their lips brush.
"In a minute." Kiyoomi tilts his head forward and closes the distance. //end
