“I wanna have yer baby.” Suna turned to look at his boyfriend, squinting in reply. “Did the bleach finally kill off the last of your braincells? I can’t get you pregnant.” Atsumu pouted across the couch at him. “Not even if we tried really hard?” Suna grinned. “Want to find out?”

Hours later, a complete mess in between Atsumu’s legs, they were both panting. “If that didn’t do it, nothing will.” Suna was going to be sore for a week. “Promise, daddy?” Suna’s treacherous dick throbbed weakly. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”