The following week saw a productive, new start for Nishinoya and Hinata at their new daycare. Coming back relatively happy each afternoon, Daichi was now very glad for the move and the impact it'd had on his kids. Mornings had been an added plus to his day with his daily meetings with Suga a happy and welcomed affair. It was good being able to chat with someone outside of work and having shared the thrills and trials of raising little ones he was a good sounding board and a pillar of good sense and advice. Coming back early from a laundry run Daichi was lucky enough to catch the silver haired man as he was strapped a limp, dark haired toddler into his car seat.
"I have a proposition for you." Tipping Kageyama head up to reduce the risk of a sore neck, Suga bopped his son on the nose. "How is Nishinoya with play dates?"
Inhaling sharply, Daichi tried not to pull a face least it put the other man off.
"He's a handful." It was a warning with the added health risk of stress induced comas and bite marks. "You don't have a pet do you?" Laughing loud enough to wake his napping son, Suga smoothed down Kageyama's soft, inky hair to stop his fussing.
"Not yet no. See if he wants to come over for a while tomorrow. Asahi wants to show him his volleyball and new net." Blowing out a heavy breath as Nishinoya pulled on his hand, eager to get home and watch cartoons, Daichi heaved him up one handed and relayed the question.
"Yes yes yes. Azzy, I'm going to your house." Watching the tall boy hide his face in his hands from the other side of the car, Daichi almost wanted to apologise for Nishinoya's enthusiasm, but fell short as he saw the flash of a smile between Asahi's fingers.
"I think that's a yes then. If you want Hinata can come to. I think he and Tobio get along well. The carers seem to think so." Deciding on a pick up time and swapping address, they parted in high spirits. Daichi however still secretly worried about the entire affair, but refusing to give into to his fears.
Heading straight home after his shift finished, Daichi wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. The house felt so quiet and still without the chaos of little feet and loud voices.
Sitting down to sort through the mail, Daichi let his mind wonder as he relaxed. It'd been a while since he'd felt this alone and in a way it was good, but the feeling of unease biting at his nerves would not go away. Running a hand over his face, he picked up his phone and typed out a quick message.
Hope everyone is behaving. Am I good to come around at 5:30pm?
Going to press send, but pausing at the last second, he tossed the phone aside and stood. Finishing the final couple of dishes in the sink, he thought over what to have for dinner before he registered the panic and uncertainty in his pacing. He had no need to be this worried. Suga was a perfectly capable adult, his kids were fine and well behavioured and the boys were fine in his hands. Pausing as he passed his bedroom for the third time, Daichi gave in and collapsed in bed. Rolling around restlessly he punched the pillow a couple of times to try and vent his frustration but continued coming up blank. Hot and flustered, he couldn't sit still, he was up and down, twitching and fidgeting until he located his phone and sent through the message.
Taking a deep breath, the world slowly stopped spinning, his heart rate lowered and he could think clearly again. The boys were fine, Suga was fine, he'd be fine. Glancing at the clock and calculating the time he had left, the dark haired man made the decision to go take a shower.
If there was a thing he sorely lacked in his current lifestyle, it was bathing time. Since neither of the boys were quite big enough to be a non water risk, bath times were more pond play times in the summer and even then he had to be constantly vigilant. Showers times were a usual three person affair, with Nishinoya needing at least six toys to keep him occupied for the whole fifteen minutes, while Hinata seemed to hate the water in general. Anyone would think he was being doused in acid by the amount he screamed. He was getting better but it was still a loud, chaotic affair.
But now in this small moment alone, he could truly enjoy a calm and relaxing wash. Turning on the taps and waiting for the water to run hot, Daichi stripped and slipped under the scalding water with little reservation. It felt good, adjusting the temper to mildly skin melting, a heat he would never have with the boys, he rinsed out his hair before soaping up and enjoying the run of the water on his tired muscles and back. Running a hand down his chest and over his stomach, he winced. He needed to get back to the gym, maybe he could manage an hour or so a week if this play date thing became a regular occurrence. Smiling at the kindness of Suga to have offered his home and friendship so willingly, Daichi struggled to shake the image of the other man from his head. Had it really been that long since he'd connected with another human being? Washing the suds away with a shaky hand, the tall man hissed as he trailed fingers down over his nipples. The small sparks of arousal jolted through him as he pinched gently at the soft nubs, his other hand slipping down to his stomach and rubbing.
How long had it been since he'd... Embarrassing himself as a grin spread over his face, Daichi slide a slippery hand down to his cock with a small moan. There was no need to keep quiet now, it was just him. Playing with his harden length, he fell back against the wall with a content sigh. He needed this. Just a small moment to indulge, rather then an awkward, hasty jack off that always left him feeling guilty and unfulfilled. Fisting the shaft as he cupped his balls and tugged lightly, Daichi grit his teeth and panted through the building waves of pleasure. The water pounding down around his ears was like sensation overload. The trickle of the water running down his spine was akin to fingers trailing that path, the heat as it hit his shoulders was like the bite of nails. It added an almost realistic feel to the erotic moment. He wouldn't last long, not with the water pooling around his feet and the ache in his groin growing steadily. Relying entirely on sensation alone, the sound of panting echoed off the shower walls as he increased his pace. Wrist aching as he let his mind wander, there was suddenly imagined fingers digging into his chest, pinching his nipples and touching his ears. Small hands, familiar hands. Suga's hands he realised with a zing of clarity. Shaking the thought and water from his head, he grinned dumbly. A thin trail of saliva dripping down his chin, to be washed away quickly, leaving him feeling heated and higher strung.
Shuddering as the tension in his body boiled over and coated the tiles on the wall before him, Daichi felt his head spin as he thoughts became muddled and dizzy. Chest heaving, he stroked slower, wringing the final linger waves of pleasure from his soften cock. Resting his forehead against the cool glass of the shower door, he let out a deep sigh. Suga. His mind was just so set on the other man even in his most privates of moments he was all he could think about. Doing a final wash down, his movements slow and sure as the taps were shut off and he stepped out of the shower. Drying down with flurry of furious towelling, he paced slowly back to the living room, intent on sorting the fresh washing for something not coated or smeared in grease. Knotting the towel around his waist as his hair felt dry enough to not drip down his back, Daichi pulled out a clean shirt and inspected it for stains. The soft clang as his phone as it fell out from the sofa and bounced onto the floor made him uncomfortably aware of his panicked text to Suga just before.
Grunting as he reached down and picked it up, the flash of a message on screen made him blush. Flicking open the message his blush was immediately replaced with a huge grin as an image flashed up.
It brought on such a wave of emotion, he just had to sit down. Towel bunching up around his waist, he stared at the picture with his eyes watering.
His boys, his perfect, troublesome little boys smiling at the camera, berry smears and chocolate coating their faces. Hinata was mid wave, a thick wooden spoon in his chubby little hands. Likewise Nishinoya was bouncing off Asahi's shoulder, grinning wildly. There was text attached to the photo, and he'd practically forgotten to check it. But a few select words caught his eye.
The boys are fine, a pleasure to have. Come over around six? We'll have some dinner.
Wiping his eyes with a shaky hand, Daichi typed back a through watery tears.
Sounds good. I'll be there at 6. Thank you
Sending it off without a second thought, the quick beep that came seconds later made him jump.
My pleasure.
