Iwaizumi closed the door behind him. With no surprise, he was welcomed by a dark apartment. He sighed, the night had been long, but he had fun. There hadn't been a lot of people at the bar that night, the loudest table being his' and his old teammates' one. It was nice to see everyone reunited, to hear about their lives and how it was going for them all.

As he was recalling the get-together story of Kyoutani and Yahaba, he searched in the fridge for the water bottle. He was exhausted. A yawn made him close his eyes and he nearly bumped into a wall. He growled, but weakly because he didn't want to wake the man sleeping in his bed.

Rather the man that was supposed to be asleep at this hour.

"- Tetsu ?" Hajime called after him.

The aforementioned turned his head, smiling sheepishly. He was at his desk, papers sprawled in front him.

"- I was waiting for you… the rooster head explained, pink darting on his cheeks.

- Are you-… blushing ?" Iwa asked, confused.

His confusion only rose when his partner lowered his head, refusing to look at him. He chewed on his bottom lip, embarrassed.

It was a rare sight. Kuroo wasn't one to be awkward around anyone, let alone his boyfriend of six years now. So Iwaizumi waited patiently, leaning against their bedroom's door.

"- I-… You promise you won't laugh ? Tetsurou finally whispered.

- Of course. What is it ?"

The former captain of Nekoma stood up slowly, careful to tug on his zip-up sweater. He faced his lover, still avoiding eye contact. Then, he took a deep breath and opened his vest.

Hajime's lips parted as his eyes widen. The cats' ex-player chuckled nervously, sweating.

"- I thought- maybe-… Nevermind, it was stupid. he stuttered, clumsily trying to hide his body.

- You're beautiful."

This time, it was Kuroo's turn to be surprised. His arms fell back to his sides, eyes searching for any lie into Iwa's. All he found was honesty, desire and love.

"- You-you think so ? he asked nonetheless, feeling a bit self-conscious.

- Yeah. the other laughed, smiling fondly. Damn, Tetsu, look at you."

How Iwaizumi could have not find him beautiful ? He was wearing a skirt, for fuck's sake ! A beautiful black skirt, with a red stripe at the bottom. His slim torso was covered by a sleeveless crop-top, half black, half red too. In the middle, there was a logo. Nekoma's football team's one. The sports athletic trainer's mind came to a conclusion, his hot and sexy boyfriend was wearing a cheerleader outfit. Oh my god.

"- You're enjoying this ? For real ?"

Hajime nodded, like the bulge in his pant was not obvious enough. He took a step forward, watching the other's reactions closely. Tetsurou tensed up a bit, his eyes roaming over every inch of his partner's body. Still approaching, this latter tugged his t-shirt off. His arms' muscles rolled under his skin, his abs clenching and unclenching as he tossed the cloth haphazardly on the floor. Kuroo finally met him, their lips crushing together in a passionate kiss. Hands were all over Iwa's chest, discovering it like it was the first time. He didn't wait any longer to remove the sweater off his lover, sighing happily when his fingers grazed over now bare shoulders. The rooster head trailed his mouth along the other's throat, attacking the sensitive spot with soft kisses. He stopped on his jugular, sucking hickeys along the pulsatory vein. Iwaizumi's breath came out uneven, his eyes shut. His fingers pulled gently on strands of hair, earning a low moan out of their owner. The sports athletic trainer's lips stretched out in a wild smirk before he recoiled and bent down to lift his boyfriend up by his thighs. Tetsurou made a startled noise and then chuckled airily. He threw his arms around Hajime's neck, looking in his eyes.

"- A warning would have been welcomed, you know. he teased, cocking his left eyebrow.

- Hmmm… no." the other replied after a beat of fake thinking.

He dropped his charge on the desk, staying between the long legs he loved so much. His palms stroked the flank of the Nekoma's alumnus, eliciting goosebumps on their way.

"- I have no underwear. this latter suddenly blurted out, pink doting his cheeks again.

- What ?"

There was a moment of silence where Iwa looked down at his boyfriend's skirt. He hadn't paid much attention to this area in the late minutes, but now that he was, he could see the way it was taut at the front. The shape of Kuroo's erected member was very easy to guess. Aoba Johsai's former ace bit his lip, hard. His eyes snapped up, silently asking for permission. After all these years, he was still careful about consent. It made Tetsurou blush even more.

After receiving a quick nod, Iwaizumi let his hand slid under the fabric of the skirt. He teased a bit, caressing his partner's hips, groin, but not his dick. This latter huffed, already pouting like a child.

"- Eager, are we ?" Hajime whispered in his ear.

Kuroo's head turned rapidly, his lips opened around words of an answer. It never came out. Instead, a growl escaped him as Iwa wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing slightly. The other one was situated on his lover's waist, playing with the crop top's hem. Tetsurou's head fell on Iwaizumi's pecs. They stayed like this for a few minutes, Hajime's hand still working and Kuroo's moans filling the room. Until a tongue played with the older's nipple. A whine betrayed him as well as the jumping of his hand.

The former ace of Aoba Johsai knew it was his boyfriend's way to get him all worked up and it was successful. But today, he felt like giving more than receiving. So he flipped the rooster head on the desk, smiling when he heard his yelp of surprise.

"- Haji-Hajime ? Tetsurou called above his shoulder.

- Shhh, let me make it feel good for you. K', baby ?"

The other just nodded swiftly, putting his right cheek back against the wood. He relaxed under Iwaizumi's palms as they were stroking his lower back. One of them disappeared, but quickly came back on his body. The fingers were wet, coated with hot saliva that dripped a bit on Kuroo's ass while his buttocks were spread.

"- Th-the skirt… It will be s-stained… the cats' ex-player managed to choke out while a thick knuckle pushed inside of his hole.

- Doesn't matter. Keep it on. Please." Iwa's voice rasped next to his ear, this latter leaning on him slightly.

He kissed his temple softly. Tetsurou's thighs were already shaking. His lover wasted no time in stretching him, but still did it meticulously. It was understandable since they both had been pretty caught up in their respective work lately and hadn't had time for each other that much. The deprivation was winning against their stamina and usual duration.

"- Please, Haji, please… want you-" Kuroo was sobbing while the third finger thrust in and out of him rapidly.

Iwaizumi complied happily, lining up himself with his lover's loosen up entrance. He waited a second or two, admiring the way the skirt was complimenting the rooster head's arse and made his legs look longer than they already were.

The athletic trainer breathed deeply and pushed in gently. Tetsurou whined at the wider stretch but his hips were moving on their own. The other pined them back against the desk's side, all of his length buried deep inside the other's heat. He leaned over him once again and this time, Kuroo turned his head for a kiss on the lips. It was quick but loving.

"- I love you Tetsu.

- Love you too..."

Iwa hammered him. During the following ten minutes, the room was full of hiccups and growls. The Nekoma's alumnus' mouth was parted, drool dropping on the wood beneath him. His nails were scratching the desk, leaving some recent marks above other ones, older. Hajime's hands were bruising his waist thanks to his iron grip. Who came first ? Who moaned the loudest ? None of them knew. It was a blur of pleasure until Kuroo was back on his feet, cum dripping out of him. The messy-hair man made a face of disgust and discomfort.

Aoba Johsai's former ace bent down, picking his boyfriend up. His wobbling legs would never support him on the way to the shower.

"- B-but I'm gross like that ! Put me down !

- Gross ? Hajime scoffed, voice hoarse. You're never gross to me baby. Now, a good cleaning."

Tetsurou's laugh followed them through the flat, as Iwaizumi's strong arms supported him while he brought him to the bathroom.