A/n: I can see my ticket to heaven slowly fades away; evaporating into nothing. Anyway, there will be foursome later on. Yay.

I do not own the cover image. Credits to pixiv ID: 3980565

Underage warning!

The first thing Yamaguchi noticed about Oikawa was his serve. He knew Tsukishima is bad at receiving, so he aimed his killer serves right at him. Of course, it pissed Yamaguchi more than it should. Just the mention of his name was enough to rankle him.

Although there was this thought of not being able to catch up and being out of reach. No matter how insufferable Oikawa is or ever was, he is, most definitely, an admirable player. Not only that he has his own trademark serve, he is also good at everything else. He's a respectable captain and a reliable setter. While Yamaguchi on the other hand, well, if it weren't for his serve, he wouldn't be able to stand on the same court as Tsukki – or Oikawa, in that matter. Even if everyone else told him that he still has a lot of room to grow, but looking back at his friends; Hinata, Kageyama, and even Tsukishima, it made his heart shrinks a little.

He knew he isn't good enough. He knew there is still a lot of things he needs to improve, starting from his serve. He knew there is no way he could ever catch up to Oikawa Tooru. Even in his head, it still sounded a little funny.

So when the Grand King offered him his hand from across the net, he was left speechless, staring at those pair of brown, round eyes.

Oikawa had smiled at him, with his hand still dangling awkwardly in the air. It took Yamaguchi a while to finally snap out of his daze and accepted Oikawa's hand.

"You had us worried for a while there," Oikawa started when he felt Yamaguchi's hand tensed around his. "Good job, Yamaguchi." There was a strain in his voice that Yamaguchi couldn't help but hear.

"Th – Thank you." He stuttered. He didn't know why he was nervous, but his hand was warm, and there was a spark making its way to the center of his stomach.

It was really, just a formal and simple gesture.

But the contact made his stomach flips a little.

As he walked outside of the court, he couldn't help but feel Kageyama and Hinata's eyes following him quietly. He joined Tsukishima right afterward, trying to hide his figure behind his friend's height. Soon enough, most of his team disappeared behind the corner, but he could still their screams and cheers. He couldn't help but marvel at their large amount of energy.

Tsukishima was still next to him, walking at a slower pace as if he was trying to peel himself away from the obnoxiously loud group of people.

After years of being friends, the silence was comfortable for them.

Yamaguchi felt a hand on the back of his head, gently moving up and down, tousling his hair.

"Good work. Out there." Tsukishima said meekly, turning his face a bit to the right.

Yamaguchi flushed a deep shade of red and bowed his head slightly to hide his face. But before he was able to come out with a reply, Tsukishima retracted his hand back and walked a little in front of him.

Yamaguchi grinned wryly. Oh well. Even the smallest affection from Tsukishima is enough for him. After all, he knew, more than anyone, that no matter how cold his friend is, he still cares about him.

Or so he thought.

"Wh – Why are you here, Oikawa-san?" Yamaguchi asks with trembling voice.

"Hmm?" Oikawa raises a brow at him, his smile wide suggestive. "What, I can't see my favorite team battling it off at the Nationals?"

"Fa – Favorite team?" Yamaguchi backs away, his back flat against the wall behind him.

Another guy with a dark, chaotic hair laughs. "You're scaring him, Oikawa,"

Oikawa glances sideway at Kuroo, his smile disappears from his face. "Right. I want to see Tobio-chan loses."

"The – Then," Yamaguchi hesitates. Then why the fuck are you here? Shouldn't you be off somewhere, pestering Kageyama instead?!

Yamaguchi slides down the wall, attempting to make his figure small. Kuroo and Oikawa are looming in front of him, cornering him into a wall at the deserted part of the stadium. He doesn't know why, but he's scared. Tsukishima is not there with him; in fact, he hasn't seen him ever since they first arrived at the stadium in Tokyo.

"When is your first game?" Kuroo asks after he's done staring and grinning at him. What a freak.

"It's… It's actually tomorrow but Daichi-san said we need to observe the place and watch the first few games in order for us not to get nervous once we finally get into the court." Yamaguchi says timidly.

"So you still have a day off, then?" Oikawa tilts his head and leans closer.

"I can take you on a tour around the city if you want," Kuroo offers, wriggling his eyebrows.

Yamaguchi stares at him, puzzled. Oikawa, in another case, whips his head to face Kuroo, irritation written clear all over his place. "That's not fair," He mopes. "That's not what we agreed on, Kuroo."

Kuroo flashes the brunette a playful sneer. "I know, I know, I'm just kidding,"

In amidst of all this, Yamaguchi secretly hopes Tsukishima would walk through them and helps him out. He's getting restless by the passing seconds, and particularly because Kuroo and Oikawa keep on exchanging weird smiles right in front of his face. "What… you agreed on?"

Kuroo's expression darkens at Yamaguchi's question. "I'm glad you asked," He sings. His voice sends a chill down Yamaguchi's spine. He swallows.

"Do you know who he is, Yama-chan?" Oikawa questions, his usual dazzling smile pops back on his face. He points his thumb at the guy next to him, who tips his chin almost immediately, trying to look smug.

Yamaguchi grimaces at the nickname and at Kuroo's reaction. "Yes, of course, he's Kuroo-san." He replies simply. Of course he knows Kuroo anywhere. Who wouldn't forget that hair? And also, those thighs. Those tasty, strong thighs. Yamaguchi actually drags his eyes down to Kuroo's legs. Oh god, he's wearing his volleyball shorts.

Oikawa tips his chin and clicks his tongue. "Eyes up here, Yama-chan."

Yamaguchi rapidly blinks his eyes, embarrassment slowly creeping down his back. What is he thinking?! He can't get swayed now, of all times! "S – Sorry,"

Kuroo chuckles. "You looked a bit distracted, are you okay?" He props his hand on the wall next to Yamaguchi's head and inches closer.

Oh no, of course he can't admit that he likes his thighs. "Y – Yes."

"I should've brought my shorts too," Oikawa grumbles from between his teeth. Kuroo laughs at him, and Yamaguchi can feel his warm breath on his face. He blushes.

"And what? Basks in humiliation?"

"Shut up, Kuroo." Oikawa pushes his friend's face away with his palm and brings his attention back to Yamaguchi. "So, you know Kuroo, but you didn't know we're friends, right? Like, good friends."

Kuroo snorts; earning another shove in the face by Oikawa. Yamaguchi, still confused beyond relief, only shakes his head. "Not until recently."

"Are you surprised?" Kuroo asks him, beaming.

Yamaguchi dawdles for a bit, nervously picking at his nails. "Not really," He answers softly. If someone with a detestable personality like Oikawa and Kuroo get along well, it wouldn't be so overwhelming. "I'm more surprise… as to why I'm here."

"Oho?" Kuroo ogles at him, still smiling his Cheshire smile.

Yamaguchi gulps and looks around the place. It's still completely empty, save for the three of them.

"Do you have the slightest idea, to why you are here, Yama-chan?" Oikawa begins.

Yamaguchi briskly shakes his head. He's currently in the dark now. Oikawa is better off bothering Kageyama, and Kuroo… Kuroo gets along better with Tsukki anyway. He should've been pestering Tsukki instead. But…

He doesn't want that now, does he?

Yamaguchi knows about the extra practice Kuroo had been giving Tsukishima back at the training camp. At one side, he's really happy that Tsukishima is finally showing some interest at volleyball. On the other side… He thinks he finds the sight of someone else calling Tsukki Tsukki was revolting.

But Kuroo is hot, and tall, and maybe, smart, so he can't blame Tsukki if he'd rather spend his time hanging out with Nekoma's captain.

"Oi, w – what's wrong," Kuroo says suddenly, breaking him off of his wandering thought. "You looked like you're about to cry,"

"H – Huh?" Yamaguchi looks up, blinking away the tears pooling in his eyes. "I – I'm just sleepy, I think." He musters up a nervous smile.

Oikawa sighs softly, holding his gaze with Yamaguchi. "We've been watching you, you know. Back in the training camp and at the match." He says, lifting his hand up and toys with a strand of Yamaguchi's hair.

Yamaguchi draws his head back until it hit the wall. "Wa… Watching me?" Why me?

Kuroo offers him a small, more content smile. "Yep, and it was obvious to us that you are…"

"Stressed out." The two older men say in union.

Yamaguchi widens his eyes in shock. "Me…? Stressed out?" He starts tentatively before laughing bitterly. As if. I barely even do anything. I don't have the audacity to be stressed out, when I have yet to achieve anything in my life.

Oikawa rolls his eyes and flicks Yamaguchi's forehead slowly. "See? You're doing it again." He drags his index finger to the crease between Yamaguchi's eyebrows. "You're overthinking."

His face reddens at the contact. Oikawa's finger is cold and relaxing, it's weird. He whines.

"This probably has something to do with Tsukki, right?" Kuroo leans away and folds his arms, his gaze questioning. The way his bestfriend's name rolls out of Kuroo's lips irritates Yamaguchi, but at the same time it leaves him with a feeling of hopelessness.

"The tall glasses dude? The one who stopped Ushijima's spike?" Oikawa quips, momentarily shifts his attention to Kuroo.

Kuroo grins in triumph. "Yep. And it's all thanks to me." Yamaguchi hates just how right Kuroo is.

Oikawa scoffs. "Yeah, right."

"No… he's right." Yamaguchi opens his mouth tentatively and ducks his head. "Kuroo-san has been helping Tsukki a lot and…" He trails off. Oikawa hurriedly draws Yamaguchi's chin and lifts his face.

"You're in love with him, aren't you, Yama-chan?" Oikawa jeers, looking down at him.

The younger boy lets out a small, weak squeak. Oikawa and Kuroo are both looking at him with wild, searching eyes and he wants to throw up. He wants to throw up because he's scared, he's scared of how much they've been right and how badly he has fallen for Tsukishima.

And that it's blatantly obvious.

The inside of his stomach churns anxiously.

"I – I…" He opens his mouth just to close it afterward. Oh, how he wants to just die and get it over with.

"Shush now," Oikawa suddenly says, his gentle fingers slowly making their way to Yamaguchi's neck and to his jaw. "There's no need to panic, no one else but us knows, of course."

Yamaguchi screws his eyes shut and lets out a shaky breath. Why is Oikawa consoling him?

"It's okay to cry, I know how hard it is, hiding all those feelings deep within your heart." The brunette continues, drawing circles down Yamaguchi's cheek with his thumb softly.

True enough, Yamaguchi does calm down after a while, but there's still a weird thumping in his chest that he just couldn't place. He looks up to find Kuroo and Oikawa still looking down at him, but no precarious air around them this time.

"You're really cute, Yama-chan." Oikawa utters quietly, narrowing his eyes. "It's such a waste of good resource, you know?"

Cute? Good resource?! Those two words fly around inside of Yamaguchi's head, refusing to settle down. He shifts his gaze to Kuroo, who is holding the same intense gaze as Oikawa. "I – I'm not cute," He stutters bashfully, cheeks warm and rosy.

"Who said so? Did Tsukki say that?" Kuroo butts in, grabbing into Yamaguchi's hip.

"Whoa – "Yamaguchi gasps loudly, trying to shy away from the touch – but Oikawa's arm keeps him in place. He shrinks down on where he's standing, trying to hide his face with the collar of his jacket.

"So, we have a proposition for you." Oikawa murmurs quietly. "And we weren't exactly expecting a rejection, so, work with me, okay?" He beams, and Yamaguchi knows it's one of his half-hearted smiles he throws over to his fangirls.

"I thought you said it was a proposition…" Yamaguchi mumbles weakly.

Kuroo huffs wearily. "Propositions, obligations, whatever," He pulls his hand back and ruffles his hair. "Oikawa keeps forcing me on using these difficult words and he doesn't even know the meaning."

"Excuse me! I do!" Oikawa clicks his tongue in annoyance and glares at Kuroo. "Please don't pay any attention to him, Yama-chan. What I'm trying to say is, we are concerned of your well-being and we're here to offer you a stress-reliever."

Yamaguchi perks up at the word stress reliever, but his mind is still clouded with doubts. "…Why?"

"Why?" Oikawa echoes incredulously. "Because you're adorable, that's why."

Yamaguchi eyes them warily. He thinks he gets what they're trying to achieve, even if it's just a glimpse.

"Besides," Kuroo continues. "It'll be a good experience. For the three of us, you know."

Yamaguchi swallows thickly and remains to stare at them quietly. He keeps his mouth shut all the time; scared of the words threatening to leave his lips.

"You're desperate, aren't you?" He understands now why Kageyama hates Oikawa so much. He's like the devil. His words are sweet and influential, but they hide a deeper, darker meaning.

The thrill excites him somewhat, and he has to grab onto his arms to stop himself from shivering.

"It might help you get your mind off Tsukishima," Kuroo says this time, dropping down the nickname. "Or maybe, the other way around."

Yamaguchi bites his lower lip. He's scared; scared of the possibility and the temptation.

Oikawa seems to distinguish Yamaguchi's reaction and the growing tension between them, so he finishes off with a dark, carnal smirk.

"So, how about it, Yama-chan?"

Tokyo is so big. It's almost frightening how big and busy this city is.

He wonders where Tsukki might be, at this time of day. Probably still back at the stadium with the rest of his team.

Would they be searching for him, if he's suddenly gone missing?

Aw, heck, he really didn't think that far ahead.

Oikawa captures his face with his hands, pulling him out of his daydreaming. His breath now comes out quick and shallow, trying to keep in pace with his pulse.

Oikawa's beautiful honey eyes draw him in, until he's sagging weakly against the older man's shoulder. He can hear the sound of Kuroo's laugh; low and soft.

He wonders how he got here.

The three of them are now inside of Oikawa's hotel room, and what started off as the innocent knuckles kissing and cheeks caressing turns into a mess of sucking and tasting.

Kuroo is licking at his palm, just like a cat, he thought. It tickles at first, but as Kuroo drags his tongue to his finger and begins sucking, what tickles is the inside of his stomach. The inside of Kuroo's mouth is warm and wet, and since he had never experienced such thing before, he doesn't know how to feel. He should've feel gross, should've shove Kuroo away because it's disgusting, his hand is filthy and God knows what he had been touching – but he doesn't. Instead, he brings his other hand to his face to hide his expression.

"Don't be shy," Oikawa catches his wrist and nuzzles into Yamaguchi's hand. "You look really good right now, Yama-chan."

He whimpers quietly. That's not true; he must've looks like a mess right now.

Oikawa lowers his head and indulges him in a soft kiss. He presses his head further down to the mattress underneath him, feeling the cold fabric against his neck as Oikawa slowly licks on his lips.

Kuroo pulls his finger out with a distinct popping sound, leaving a wet trail of spit from his lips to the tip of Yamaguchi's digit.

It's embarrassing. Everything is embarrassing; he's even shaking violently.

But why does he feel so aroused?

Now that both of his hands are free, he wraps them around Oikawa's neck, guiding him to go harder, deeper. Oikawa is smiling against his impatient lips when he feels a cold touch ghosting on his thigh.

Kuroo kisses the inside of his thigh, parting his legs open with his hand. Yamaguchi groans at the contact, breaking his kiss with Oikawa. "N – No, not there…" He breathes out.

Oikawa laughs airily, but continues on dragging his lazy, wet kisses down to Yamaguchi's jaw and neck. Kuroo doesn't seem to care at the slightest as he grounds his teeth down on Yamaguchi's flesh, leaving a mark down his crotch. Yamaguchi lets out a noise similar to a sob and unconsciously bucks his hips.

Oikawa does the same on his neck, and it's warm, the feeling of his tongue against Yamaguchi's bare skin. He tilts his head, giving more space for Oikawa to work on.

His thought roams to his teammates for a second, and he ponders what their reaction would be like if they found out about this. He wonders what Tsukishima would say.

Oikawa draws back and sits up on the bed. Yamaguchi looks at him through his glassy eyes, and the guy smiles at him. It's so intoxicating.

Oikawa slowly pulls at the hem of his shirt, trying to get it off. Yamaguchi arches his back at the motion and it takes no time for Oikawa to finally undress him. He throws Yamaguchi's shirt down, joining his Karasuno jacket on the floor.

Kuroo sits up too, joining Oikawa. He licks his lips hungrily while his stare roams around Yamaguchi's body. The kid wants to die; he's so self-conscious and ashamed. The two guys looming above him eyes him wildly, like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey. Yamaguchi grabs tightly into the sheet and curls his toes.

"D – Don't just stare at me," He whines weakly, his head dizzy with urges.

"But you're so lovely," Oikawa comments, his hand traveling down Yamaguchi's waist, pulling at the rubber of his volleyball shorts.

"But it's not fair," Yamaguchi mumbles messily, narrowing his eyes. "That I'm the only one who's embarrassed."

Kuroo lets out a feral grin. "I see what you're getting at," He swiftly pulls his shirt over his head, leaving him in the same state as Yamaguchi. Oikawa raises one of his eyebrows at the sight.

"Oh," He breathes out, amazed.

Yamaguchi – poor, little Yamaguchi is rendered speechless. He can't tear his eyes away because Kuroo is so toned and perfectly built, and Christ, he's just so goddamn hot, what more can he say? So it's not only the thighs. Yamaguchi sighs.

"You like what you see?" Kuroo teases, pushing Oikawa away and kneels in front of Yamaguchi. Oikawa only shoots him a dirty look before climbing out of bed. For what, Yamaguchi couldn't care less.

He only nods resolutely.

"Come here," Kuroo invites, pulling on Yamaguchi's forearm to help him sits up. Yamaguchi climbs onto his laps, his arms circling around the taller lad's neck. They stare at each other for a while, foreheads pressing against each other's. Kuroo's eyes are as intimidating as they ever were, but they're also deep and passionate, and Yamaguchi just couldn't suppress all the wants building up inside his chest. He dives in, mouth moving in sync with Kuroo's, feeling his muscle tenses up under his touch. Yamaguchi never kissed anyone this deep before, back then he didn't know just how addicting it feels when their tongues dance around each other's and the suffocating feeling it leaves him. Yamaguchi moans, his hand making its way to Kuroo's head to pull at his hair.

He's glad he does that because the movement causes Kuroo to groan and lurches forward, knocking them down to the mattress. Yamaguchi flops to his back with Kuroo just on top of him, the two of them out of breath. Kuroo wastes no time to go back on kissing his jaw sloppily and bites on his ear. As if on instinct, Yamaguchi spreads his legs apart and crosses them on Kuroo's waist, pulling them flush together. Kuroo hums and rolls his hips against him, and what comes afterward makes Yamaguchi moans even harder.

"Oh my God," Yamaguchi pants, feeling a spark just under his stomach. He makes a weird, choking noise when Kuroo continues to do just so, grinding his hips against Yamaguchi's. Yamaguchi holds him closer, stronger, because he needs it, he needs the friction, and he wants it bad.

"Uh-huh. Getting chummy without me now, are you?" Yamaguchi hears a voice from his side and he's forced to open his eyes. Oikawa is standing beside the bed, one hand on his hips and the other one holding a plastic bag filled with… he's not sure what.

"You're ruining the mood, Oikawa…" Kuroo growls, his breath hot on Yamaguchi's ear. The boy squirms.

"Oh, come on, you love me." Oikawa says, climbing onto the bed to pull on Kuroo's shoulder. Kuroo rises slowly and meets Oikawa's eyes. The brunette is smirking deviously, tipping on Kuroo's chin before they kiss, right before Yamaguchi's eyes.

Their kiss is sensual and arousing, like a battle of dominance. It makes Yamaguchi's mouth goes completely dry. He still has his legs tangled in Kuroo's waists, but he isn't sure what to do now that he's left on his own.

Oikawa flings his arms around Kuroo's shoulder as Kuroo's hand totters to unbutton the guy's shirt. He palms on the abs of Oikawa's stomach, occasionally digging his nails into the fair skin.

They finish the kiss messily, open-mouthed and tongues barely touching. Yamaguchi flicks his tongue on his own lips hungrily, his dick twitching for some attention. He whimpers softly, trying to get noticed.

Oikawa quickly turns to face him, his face red and his lips swollen. Yamaguchi inhales shakily. "What's wrong, Yama-chan? Do you want some too?"

Yamaguchi throws away his pride and all of that bullshit he tossed at Tsukishima back at the training camp and nods his head.

"See? It's not that hard to be honest with yourself," Oikawa shrugs off his shirt and drops down to kiss Yamaguchi, again. The boy hauls him closer, impatient.

Kuroo watches with amusement before sinking down to lick at Yamaguchi's shoulder blade. When Kuroo shifts, Yamaguchi can feel the guy's growing erection brushes against his and he closes his eyes, imagining the one guy he hopes would be here instead.

"Tsukki," Yamaguchi wails sweetly against Oikawa's wet lips. The two men stop abruptly, peering at each other curiously.

"But he's not here," Oikawa whispers.

Yamaguchi bites back a sob. "Yeah," He answers. Kuroo hesitates a little before biting at the skin of his shoulder, licking and sucking at the spot. When Yamaguchi comes out with another choked, "Yeah," The two older guys breathe out in relief.

"This is your first time isn't it, Yama-chan?" Oikawa says, gently tracing down the freckles on Yamaguchi's skin. "Are you scared?"

Yamaguchi glances at him then at Kuroo. He holds his gaze steady when he shakes his head with determination. "I'm… not really. Maybe. So that's why... um…" He struggles to find the words so instead his chews on his lips while peering down at where he's connected with Kuroo by the hips.

Kuroo raises his brows in acknowledgment. "Heh, feisty aren't you." Kuroo teases and pulls away, the loss of touch causes Yamaguchi to fidget. "It's good to be young isn't it~"

Oikawa frowns at him skeptically. "Are you an old man?"

Kuroo grins innocently while placing Yamaguchi's calf on his shoulder. "Hey, at least I'm still able to experience the thrill of high school volleyball," He then yanks Yamaguchi's shorts and boxer down with one fluid motion. Yamaguchi wheezes, clearly not expecting that. He's completely naked now, and he's not sure if he can take this much pressure. He blindly reaches out for Oikawa and wraps his arms around the guy's waist.

"Fuck you Kuroo," Oikawa grunts, while gently petting Yamaguchi's hair. "You're scaring him, you stupid cat. Quench your thirst a little," He lets Yamaguchi to rest his head on his laps. The kid buries his face into his jeans and twists his body around, embarrassed.

Kuroo glares at him. "What he's sticking so much to you for? Are you his mom?" He complains, once he's finished pulling Yamaguchi's shorts completely.

"He's just shy,"

"He's naked and hard." Kuroo states matter-of-factly. Yamaguchi visibly flinches.

Oikawa shoots his friend a weird look. "And that's, Kuroo, why you never had any chance with women." Kuroo looks at him in disgust but he brushes it off like it was nothing and switches his attention back to Yamaguchi. "Why are you self-conscious now? Don't you want this idiot to touch you?"

Oikawa lets one of his hand wanders freely to Yamaguchi's back, lightly touching at his sensitive skin. Yamaguchi writhes before finally, hums in approval. His dick has been itching to be touched, anyway. So he turns his body slightly, though his face is still pressed to Oikawa's torso desperately.

Kuroo gulps before taking Yamaguchi's pulsing cock in his hand. He is indeed, already hard and dripping with pre-cum. He wasn't kidding when he said it's his first time. Yamaguchi sighs into Oikawa's stomach, slowly releasing the tension in his muscle.

"The lube's in the bag," Oikawa supplies casually, gesturing his head to the plastic bad he had brought minutes ago.

With his other hand, Kuroo pulls the bag closer and rummages for a bottle of lube. He coats his fingers slick with it before carefully, wrapping them around Yamaguchi's length with his other hand.

Yamaguchi twitches and hisses in contentment, moving his hips to meet the touch. "Mmn, It's – It's cold,"

Kuroo smirks haughtily at the reaction and begins moving his fists up and down Yamaguchi's shaft in a slow, steady motion. Yamaguchi doesn't even make any effort to conceal his growing moans anymore. He buries his nails deep into the skin of Oikawa's waist. The guy grits his teeth in order to suppress his urge, his breath coming out long and desperate.

"Kuroo-san," Yamaguchi breathes out. "F – Faster," He shifts his head on Oikawa's laps when he suddenly feels something poking his cheek from behind Oikawa's jeans. He opens his eyes, suddenly very aware of where he is and what he's doing. "O – Oikawa-san?" He begins tentatively.

"Hm?"

"Um, are you…" He's being cut short as Kuroo's thumb swipes at his head and he raises his hips weakly. "Oikawa-san, do you –"

"You want to try sucking on my dick, Yamaguchi?" Oikawa cuts him off harmlessly, as if he's offering candy to a kid. Yamaguchi tenses immediately, the inside of his head's a mess.

"I – I can?" He blurts out. "I – I mean, I've... I've never done that before so…"

"That's why I'm asking you – do you want to or not?"

Oikawa and Kuroo both exchange glances as Yamaguchi considers on his options. Does he really want to put another man's thing in his mouth?

One thing leads to another, and now Yamaguchi finds himself down on all fours, shamelessly presenting his back to Kuroo while waiting for Oikawa to finish unbuckling his pants. Being the only child in the house, in all his life he's never seen someone else's dick besides his own and his father's. So his first impression of Oikawa's cock is a little… odd. But still a bit tempting, that he cannot lie. Yamaguchi touches it experimentally at first, peering through his lashes at Oikawa for his response. When he grips at the base, Oikawa scrunches up his face lovingly and the color rises to his cheeks. Yamaguchi can feel the excitement fluttering inside his stomach.

He begins licking at the side at first and Oikawa's breath quickens at the process. Liking the reaction, Yamaguchi drags his tongue down underneath the cock, causing Oikawa to chew on his nails frantically. "Tadashi…" The older guy says softly. The mention of his first name only serves to motivate him more. He slowly slips the head of Oikawa's arousal between his lips, completely taken in by the exquisite expression Oikawa is making that he forgotten about Kuroo – until the guy roughly grabs him by his balls, that is.

"Ngh," Yamaguchi immediately throws his head back, the sudden roughness is completely unexpected for him. "Ku – Kuroo-san," He exhales.

Kuroo grins, and Yamaguchi can hear his soft mocking laugh from afar.

It's hard to keep his focus on Oikawa when Kuroo is constantly teasing his length, and what's more, he seems to be really good at it. Oikawa tastes funny and full, but not completely unpleasant. He's happy enough Oikawa looks like he's enjoying it even though it's his first time. And what is this tight feeling pooling under his belly… Is he really that close?

He needs it, he needs the release. "Mmf, Kuroo-san, can I – "He begs, curling his toe deeper into the sheet.

Oikawa smiles. "What do you want to do, Kuroo?" He hums brightly, winking his eyes at Kuroo. Yamaguchi looks up momentarily, confusion written on his face.

"Hmm, what I wonder." Kuroo wonders out loud, his tone flirtatious. A few seconds later, Yamaguchi loses all the pressure on his dick as Kuroo draws his hand back. Yamaguchi whines, and with Oikawa's dick still deep inside his throat, the vibration causes Oikawa to slouches forward weakly, holding tightly into Yamaguchi's head.

"Tadashi, ah," Oikawa murmurs while biting his lips. "The – There," His knees are shaking and he wants nothing more than to come undone on his cute junior's face.

Yamaguchi drops his mouth open altogether when he feels something cold poking at his ass. He inhales sharply and fidgets.

"Ah," Oikawa sounds a little disappointed, but he still holds his smile, regardless. "Relax, Yamaguchi. If you're tense Kuroo won't be able to prepare you," He says calmly, tucking Yamaguchi's messy hair behind his ear.

Yamaguchi presses his lips into a thin line and nods solemnly. He's still a little stiff, but Oikawa's reassuring hand on him relaxes him a little. When Kuroo's finger finds his entrance, he makes a weird squeaky noise.

"Oh," Oikawa and Kuroo both say in harmony. "That's cute."

Yamaguchi, absolutely humiliated, wants to come out with a good retort but is brought to a whining mess thanks to Kuroo who is now slowly massaging his hole. No, No that's weird, it's disgusting, Kuroo-san.

Although he doesn't have it in him to tell the guy straight.

Oikawa whispers sweet nothing into his ear, calming him down, and his touch is still as relaxing and warm, just like what he remembered. As Kuroo pushes his finger in experimentally, the two of them gasp when the whole finger is easily sucked in, and Yamaguchi unconsciously tightens around it.

Yamaguchi yelps, his elbows giving up on him as his head falls weakly to the bed. It doesn't hurt as much as he thought it would, but it doesn't feel that right either. It's like having a suppository shoved into the ass. He's been there before.

"Tadashi?" A voice calls out to him.

"Mm?" He hums, clearly still in a daze.

"Does it hurt? Want me to stop?" Kuroo asks soothingly. Kuroo calls him by his given name. Kuroo has a finger up in his ass. He doesn't know why he's super excited, but it's good, at least.

He moves his head from side to side. "No…"

"Then," Kuroo crooks his finger and adds another one in. It hurts a little, but Yamaguchi gradually familiarized himself with the feeling of fullness. It feels better now than with just one finger and he can feel his pre-cum dripping down, wetting the sheet.

He shivers when Kuroo starts moving his fingers, warming him up. His fingers are grinding against his walls, stretching him gently. Slowly but surely, a wave of pleasure washes over him, making his knees weak and his cock twitches. He can't possibly come like this, he thinks. He needs more.

"Kuroo," Yamaguchi drops the honorific and wiggles his butt unashamedly. "Please," He slurs.

He feels the bed dips when Oikawa suddenly stands on his knees and crawls to where Kuroo is. "I can't believe you guys are having fun on your own,"

"You were having fun too, a few minutes ago,"

When the movement of Kuroo's fingers suddenly stops, Yamaguchi knows it's because he's kissing Oikawa. He can hear the wet sound resonating in the room, causing him to fume. It's really arousing, to be stuck in a midst of all this.

"Tadashi's butt is so cute," Oikawa says hoarsely, earning a grunt from the said boy.

When Kuroo inserts his third and final finger, Yamaguchi had already relaxed and loose. It slips in almost immediately, earning a content sigh from the boy. Kuroo leans down to place an open-mouthed kiss to Yamaguchi's bare back. "You're doing great," He murmurs into Yamaguchi's skin.

Hearing him says that feels so satisfying. Yamaguchi reaches for his leaking dick, stroking it up and down. It feels different from when Kuroo was touching him. Kuroo's hands are bigger and warmer than him, and he'd already miss the feelings.

He hears the sound of bottle uncapping and plastic rustling, followed by a lewd noise he'd rather not hear. Yamaguchi presses his face more into the mattress, muffling his impatient moan as Kuroo steadies his hips. "Oikawa, can you get me a pillow?"

"If you promise I can do you later," Yamaguchi's ears are on fire.

"I'm not gonna promise you anything, just get me the damn pillow,"

Oikawa grumbles out something vulgar but he throws Kuroo a pillow nonetheless. Kuroo slides the thing underneath Yamaguchi waist.

"Tadashi," Oikawa calls for him, voice sweet and addicting. The brunette places a kiss on the back of his shoulder. "You'll be okay, trust Kuroo on this alright?"

He's actually not that worried, to be completely honest. The two of them have been very patient and gentle with him, and the affection gives him butterfly right on his belly. He's never been so fulfilled and at the same time desperate like this before.

Kuroo enters him slowly, starting from the tip. Little by little Kuroo fills him to the point where he's left numb by the feeling. Tears are starting to pool in his eyes, threatening to spill when Kuroo's length stuffs him completely. Yamaguchi sobs, his breath uneven. "F – Fuck,"

Kuroo groans as well, and how Yamaguchi wishes he could see his face. "He's really tight,"

Oikawa chuckles lightly. "Wouldn't it be weird if he's not?"

"I feel so full," Yamaguchi nags.

"Is it no good?" Kuroo asks him gullibly.

Yamaguchi takes a while to answer, but when he does, he sounds rough and husky. "It's good."

Oikawa giggles next to him.

"So can I move now?"

Yamaguchi nods, even though he's not sure whether Kuroo can see him or not. The tension seems to be dissipating as they work out on a slow, steady rhythm. Yamaguchi tries moving his hips to keep up with the pace, eliciting short, breathy moans with every thrust.

When Kuroo hits his prostate, Yamaguchi tips his head back, his breath comes out heated and fast; apparently, the pain he's been trying to suppress has turned out to be a good pain. Even with his dick left untouched, he can feel his body shakes in pleasure, he knows he's close – and with how tense Kuroo has been, he knows the guy is too.

"Kuroo, come on, more…" He cries, holding out his hand to the back, where Kuroo instantly reaches out for and intertwines their fingers together.

Yamaguchi finishes first; tightening himself around Kuroo before he comes with a muffled groan. Kuroo follows not long after, emptying himself inside of Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi collapses right after – his limbs finally give up on him. Kuroo pulls out of him and sighs wearily. Still in his post-orgasm daze, Yamaguchi stares distantly at the wall behind Oikawa.

Right. Oikawa. How could he forget?!

He sits up straight immediately, ignoring the complaint his tensed muscles is giving him. "O – Oikawa-san you haven't – "

Oikawa beams at him and gently pushes him back down to the bed. "That's alright. You should rest." He reasons. "Besides, I have this guy right here – he's like my personal toilet." Oikawa points at Kuroo, whose expression sours right away.

"What the fuck?" Kuroo snarls. "I ain't helping you with anything," He scoffs while tying up the condom on his hand. The sight of it makes Yamaguchi blush.

"Do you want anything, Yama-chan? Maybe a drink?" Oikawa offers, ignoring Kuroo completely.

Yamaguchi's smile widens. "You're so nice, Oikawa-san. Just like a doting mother."

"What."

Kuroo bursts into a laughing fit. He laughs like a hyena, Yamaguchi notes. Oikawa yells something at the dark-haired guy, looking a bit offended. He lets the commotion before him lulls him to sleep, since it's been a long time since he's been this satisfied.

Unknowingly to him, his phone has been ringing for half an hour now, with about ten messages in his inbox and almost fifteen missed calls.

a/n: *hug own knees and curl self into a ball* I cant write porn gomen

Anyway there's still one chapter to go!