He's finally lost it. There's no other explanation for why Tobio is walking through the heated streets of Brazil when he should be resting in his room in the Olympic Village. The games begin this week and he needs a focused head on his shoulders for the JNT to play as much as they can.
He's absolutely, undeniably crazy.
But he's on a mission and one that's long overdue at that.
Somewhere on these beach-front streets is Hinata Shouyou. His spiker; make no mistake, Tobio's set to many players, but Hinata's the only one who has ever felt like his. The one idiot who stood by him through high school, with a promise to beat him on the world's stage.
Tobio's already there. He's playing with some of the best players he's ever met and his condition is better than ever. But no matter how much he plays, being on that court does not feel complete. His life's dream is not quite right if he's not there with him.
Three long, ridiculous years of standing next to him and it took Hinata moving half the world away for Tobio to realize how deeply, swiftly, and easily he had fallen in love.
Tobio's fragile heart only dared to fall once before Hinata and that… pretty much crashed and burned. But not this time. This time feels different.
He picks up the pace. The beach that the spiker plays on is decently large and he needs to go more quickly if he's going to find him and confess.
And no, he doesn't have an address or anything other than the gigantic beach to go off of.
So while Tobio can't help but panic because-
how the hell do I confess to him?
-he has to actually find the dumbass first.
The night sky is a deep, inky blue; the many illuminated street lights keep away any stars. Citizens and tourists alike walk by him, speaking in a multitude of languages. He walks by energetic clubs, bustling restaurants, and more houses than he can count until:
"Hahahahahahaha!"
Tobio hears his laugh, the infectious energy unmistakable. He whips his body around, following the sound the same way he had on the steps of their first declaration.
Hinata. His fiery hair, sun-kissed skin, new muscles, and that same overflowing aura he's grown to love.
He's here.
He nearly calls out to him when someone, the last person he thought would end up in Brazil and the first to snap his heart, follows out of the corner and slides his hand into Shou's.
"Tooru-san, I can't bring a carnival outfit home! Where would I wear it?"
Tooru?
Oikawa hums, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Maybe just at home then, for me, Shouyou-chan?"
Hinata grins and brings the interlocked fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to Oikawa's knuckles.
Tobio's blood slows into ice, freezing random parts of his body until he isn't sure if he's sweating or slipping into a coma.
"Kageyama?" Hinata calls in disbelief, locking eyes with him.
Fuck.
Tobio's feet remain planted, pathetically stuck to the pavement. "Hi- Hinata, I-" he chokes out, words suddenly finding difficulty amidst the expanding lump in his throat. "I came to visit."
Hinata glides forward, his bouncy stride pulling Oikawa along. He looks so happy to see Tobio, an inviting smile on his cheeks even as he lovingly grasps Oikawa's hand.
"Tobio-chan, welcome to Rio," Oikawa says in a less expressive tone than earlier, something like caution or contempt in his voice. "When do you begin your games?"
The setter roughly clears his throat, "umm, the day after tomorrow. We had a few free hours tonight."
Hinata makes an excited noise. "Do you want me to show you around? I can take you to the beach where we play volleyball and-"
"No, Hinata, it's done. I have to, uhh, be back at the end of the hour, anyway," Tobio lies, somewhat smoothly.
"Uwaahhhh, why didn't you let me know you were coming?" The spiker complains, shaking his hands, causing the interlocked limbs to move together.
Tobio deadpans, numbness traversing his body. "I wanted to surprise you."
The hope and love he had felt so deeply just minutes prior drains away, like an infected wound manually cleaning itself.
Hinata frowns. "Kageyama, is there something you want to tell me?"
Did he notice? He couldn't have.
Hinata lifts his free hand to his hip, worry and confusion clear on the crease in his brow.
Oikawa, on the other hand, calmly studies him; masterfully observant eyes read him like a children's book.
He knows.
"Just… that you better not be slacking off, idiot. Or else I'll win." He says in a flat tone, devoid of energy and soul.
Energy revives the spiker. "I'm not! I'm learning a lot here! Tooru's taught me so much too. You're gonna lose when I'm back in Japan!"
Back in Japan. Not 'back at home.'
"Good. I'm gonna head back. Excuse me, Hinata, Oikawa-san," he says as he bows. He walks off, pointedly ignoring Oikawa's studious eyes and Hinata's complaint.
He marches through the street, the breeze combs through his hair, chilling him despite the summer heat. His body fluctuates between feeling scorching pain and nothing at all. He was used to both feelings, between mourning a devastating loss at too young of an age and becoming numb at the drop of his set, he knew these emotions like heavy, rusted shackles.
It doesn't take him long to get back to the village. He walks past groups of athletes excitedly exploring the city; there was no such time limit, frankly, he just panicked at the sight of them holding hands.
So… He's happy now. That bright smile never lies.
Tobio continues-Japan's wing is a bit further. He'd get to his room, do his routine, and go to sleep; tomorrow's a new day to practice volleyball.
The aching loneliness carves his chest, but he ignores it. He's good at ignoring it, anyway.
'Shouyou' had found 'Tooru' and 'Tooru' had found 'Shouyou.' The only two people his heart dared to attach to found each other.
Three whole years and you still call me 'Kageyama?'
His eyes prickle. He claws at his leg through his shorts pocket, forcing the feelings down, sinking them, drowning them in the concrete. He's never needed anyone. People only slow him down. Traitorous compassion and care that only cruelly rips away.
Why did he think that would change now?
His phone buzzes in his pocket. Tobio pulls it out and reads the text from a foreign number.
SENDER: Unknown
Tobio-chan, which one of us were you about to confess to?
Dammit. Nothing gets past him.
Tobio huffs. He is really not in the mood for his upperclassman's teases right now.
He returns the text:
Why do you care?
He pockets his phone and keeps walking, nearly to their wing of rooms.
He climbs up one flight of steps and reaches the landing. The open concrete balcony allows for the view of the city and ocean. Tobio walks up and leans over the railing, taking in the night life.
Colorful lights erupt from different buildings, parks, and homes amongst the city. Musical notes swirl in the salty ocean air, joining with other snippets of songs and instruments at play. The whole country in celebration in honor of the Olympic games. Despite the early evening darkness of the sky, there is still luminous energy.
His phone buzzes once more.
Tobio begrudgingly pulls his phone out, regretting the action already.
SENDER: Unknown
Because we both feel the same way about you.
Tobio reads the text. Then he reads it again. And again.
He frowns, confusion twisting knots in his stomach. He processes the words that are in no way true. It can't be true. Those two are together. They're dating, clearly. How can they… want someone else?
What does he mean they both like me?
Hinata likes me?
Oikawa-san? Likes me?
There's too many questions bouncing around in his volleyball head and Tobio has too few brain cells for them all.
His phone buzzes and he dashes to read the text.
SENDER: Unknown
How much time do you have?
Tobio checks the time on his screen: 7:35 PM. He said he had until 8, and he doesn't want to get caught in the lie, so:
I have 25 minutes.
Oikawa immediately returns the text.
No, Tobio-chan. How much time do you REALLY have?
Tobio should have known he would call BS on that lie. He makes a mental note to never play poker with Oikawa.
He answers:
Fine. I have about two and a half hours.
Oikawa Tooru is a lot of things, but he has never been a liar.
Hinata, his crush for the last four years, likes him back. Oikawa, his first crush and half of his gay awakening (ily Iwa), likes him back too.
The confession spreads through his body like an antidote, releasing the tensing muscles and allowing him to regain some mental clarity. The harsh, unyielding buzzing of loneliness quiets into a gentle hum.
What could this mean? What the hell is gonna happen tonight?
Oikawa texts back once more, sending a nearby address and underneath:
Hurry up, then.
Tobio's legs start moving before he can think, sending him back down the stairs and through the village. Somewhere in Rio, Hinata and Oikawa… no, Shouyou and Tooru are waiting for him.
It would be very rude of him to keep them waiting, right?
Tobio arrives at the address. He stands at the front door, beige chipping paint showcasing a metal "4" above the peephole. Tobio breathes heavily, not from the jog, but from the anticipation, the implications of whatever is about to happen.
His heart remains stripped raw from earlier, even as his body and the semi-confession began to mend it, he is reluctant to fuel any hopes. But he wouldn't be him if a tiny, tucked away corner of his soul didn't start building hope anyway.
He nearly knocks at the door, when he hears it:
"Aahh~"
A high-pitched voice crying in a moan, completely in bliss. Shouyou.
Tobio's fingers tremble in the air, all the blood in his body suddenly being relocated. He remains frozen, unsure of what to do until a voice chimes in, smooth and luxurious as silk, "Tobio-chan, the door is unlocked."
What the fuck?
Tobio blinks back to his focus. He reaches down to open the door, the still air and heat of the hallway-and perhaps a certain tightness in his shorts-making him uncomfortable in his clothes.
He swings the door open, maybe a bit too forcefully, and halts in the doorway, taking in the sight that he's only had fantasies about.
Tooru's apartment is modest and a bit cramped. Plants hang in the kitchen and mail piles up on the outdated countertop. Beyond the kitchen is the living room, complete with a couch, a wooden table, and a television. Sheer curtains line the windows, the street lights casting shadows that illuminate the space, silhouetting the two lovers.
Shouyou sits at the couch, head hung back and full lips parted as Tooru kneels between his legs, head lazily, teasingly bobbing on-
Oh.
Oh.
Tobio's skin burns as he grabs onto the door frame, suddenly a bit light-headed. He blushes a deep pink, the heat on his neck and chest trailing all the way down his torso. Shouyou sounds lost in pleasure and Tooru looks all too pleased with himself to be the one doing it.
The Grand King who doesn't mind kneeling for Hinata Shouyou.
The spiker hears the swing of the door and shifts his unfocused gaze, making eye contact with Tobio who, for the second time that night, can't seem to control his legs.
"Ka~geyama, you came back!" He says, strained voice full of tension. "Tooru, wait, please."
The setter pops off in a moment, wet, red lips glistening. He catches his breath as he glances over his shoulder at the man in the doorway, not bothering to turn in his direction.
"Are you planning on coming in?" Tooru asks, a confident smirk forming on his stretched lips. "Or do we have to beg you to join us?" His honey voice teases lowly, full of unashamed lust.
Tobio's out-of-body experience ends and he walks in, closing the door behind him and shucking his shoes in the process. He isn't sure where to start, but he needs to get a couple of things in order before he can 'join in.'
"What did you mean before, Oikawa-san? When you texted that you both felt the same way?"
Tooru places a hand on Shou's knee and pushes himself up; he strolls towards Tobio, a playful sway in his walk.
"I thought it was clear. We both like you, that way, a lot. Now that you're here, if you're alright with it, we'd like to show you what we mean." The way Tooru looks at him remains studious, but slightly altered: his smirk and the growing blush down his neck both imply a primal want.
Tobio's mouth dries as he quirks a brow, even as Tooru stands before him, no more than a foot away. "I don't get it, you like me? I thought you hated me."
Tooru's smirk falters, eyes dropping to Tobio's chest as shame momentarily overpowers him. "Tobio-chan, I never hated you. I admired you and that became envy, until I couldn't... "
Tooru brings his gaze up, honest and hopeful. "I'm sorry. I want to explain it all to you. I know I can't change the years past, but, if you'll have me-" he steps closer and dares to lay his hands on Tobio's arms, "-I want to begin to make it up to you."
Tobio considers his words, his sincere eyes, and his hesitant fingertips dusting over Tobio's skin. He makes his choice and leans in, cupping Tooru's cheek with his hand. "I'd like that, Oika-"
"Tooru, please."
Tobio bristles with electricity. "Tooru," he whispers as he covers the last few inches, Tooru's breath hot on his face, as he reaches his soft lips. He sucks in the salty taste, undoubtedly Shouyou's, and the underlying, pleasant bitterness.
Tooru steps into the kiss, wrapping his hands around Tobio's waist to gently cradle him. He hums sweetly, enjoying the deliberate, slow movement of his lips on Tobio's.
It's Tobio's first kiss so his movements are a bit messy and uncoordinated, but Tooru presses forward, patiently guiding his underclassman and relishing the sweet tang of his lips.
Tooru gingerly flexes his fingers, mapping out Tobio's sculpted core with his fingertips; the curves of his abs impressive to the touch. He lingers until he feels Tobio's breath hitch on his lips, then he trails further down.
Tobio's heart hammers out of control. It was barely holding together when he began kissing Tooru, but as Tooru's curious hand travels with purpose towards his swollen cock, it threatens to burst completely.
Tooru's hand pauses at the bump of his hip, right above his shorts. He thumbs at the hot, tight skin above the fabric at the hem, clearly playing with the loose threads for more than enough time.
"Tobio-chan," he purrs, "can I touch you?"
Tobio stares at his blown-open pupils and wet, plump lips and nods, words jumbling in his mind as he sorts through the fact that his first crush wants to palm him.
Tooru repossesses his lips, pulling his attention away from the deft movements of his hand: popping open the button, pulling down the zipper, and separating the two pieces of fabric. He sucks on Tobio's bottom lip just as he trails his fingertips on the fabric covering the cock, running up the length with a featherlight touch.
Tobio trembles at the new sensation, at Tooru's talented, delicate fingers, the feeling completely different from the roughness of his own hands.
Tooru sweetly drags his fingertips on his cock, teasing him, like he has all the time in the world to enjoy this moment with Tobio.
Tobio kisses him a bit more urgently, nipping his lips in a demand for more.
Tooru obliges, parting his lips and wrapping his tongue around Tobio's as he wraps his hand around the base and tugs.
Tobio groans into Tooru's mouth, the setter drinking every cry from his underclassman's lips like fine wine.
"Tooru~" he whines, desperate for more, his cock aching under the playful touch.
"Let's not rush this, Tobio-chan. I'm quite enjoying this pace…" he whispers in a husky, even voice as he pushes his thumb against the cockhead, the flesh moving with him, completely under his control. He drags his thumb against the slit, going back and forth at a painfully slow pace.
Tobio tenses, heat swirling in his gut, his fingertips digging into Tooru's skin when he finds and exploits his most sensitive area. He struggles to keep kissing the man, who hasn't wavered for a moment. He sends his own palm down Tooru's torso, feeling the cotton underneath his nails until he reaches his pants.
Tooru's hand takes a break from teasing his cock to firmly grab Tobio's wrist before he can start touching him. He pulls a breath away and shakes his head, "let me take care of you, just you."
"But what about you?" Tobio asks, seeing the deep blushes on his cheeks. Tooru needs to be taken care of too and Tobio would be a filthy liar if he claims that he never dreamed of being the one to do it.
"Trust me, we can focus on me later. I want this for you, Tobio-chan," he coos, releasing his wrist and letting it hang suspended until Tobio pulls his arm away. He steals his lips once more, pulling his focus so deeply Tobio doesn't feel the pulling of his boxer's elastic until Tooru wraps his hand firmly around his cock.
Tobio's hips jerk as he moans at the feeling of the slender fingers holding him securely. The heat on his skin only strengthens as Tooru collects his slick precum on his palm.
He pours himself into kissing Tooru, deciding that if he could not pleasure his upperclassman through touch, he'd do it through tongue. He enters his mouth and explores, messily licking every surface he can find.
Tooru chokes out a gasp when Tobio nips at his tongue and smooths it over with his tongue.
"Tobio, I-aaahhh-know what you're doing," Tooru sighs with effort.
Tobio shrugs as he drags Tooru's tongue into his mouth, exploiting the fuck out of his weakness, just as Tooru sets a pace, stroking his girthy cock from base to tip and back, matching the movement of his desperate hips.
Both setters lead each other to their own highs: Tooru jerking him off in earnest and Tobio filthily sucking and biting his tongue like a lollipop.
Tobio feels Tooru react under his fingertips, but it isn't enough. His gut screws tighter and he doesn't want to leave Tooru behind. He flutters his hand around his face in search of another pleasure point. The setter brushes his fingers over his cheekbones and jaw, over the curve of his ear, and into his silky, brown hair.
Tooru hisses at the feeling of Tobio running his fingers across his scalp and twisting in his strands, pulling gently in time with the calculated sucks on his tongue. He's losing himself in the feeling of Tobio sloppily kissing him-basically tongue-fucking his mouth-and tugging his hair.
Tooru refuses to be outdone. He sends his other hand down as he picks up the pace on his cock, pressing and massaging his tightening balls.
Tobio shivers. The heat in his gut pulls, the tightness collecting. He's far past the point of teasing, his desperate cock needs release soon.
Tooru knows because of course he does. He messily slides off of Tobio's lips and hungrily kisses a wet trail down his jaw. Now that he can think more clearly, he really picks up speed with both hands, pulling more unmuffled moans from Tobio's pretty mouth.
Tobio barely stifles a groan when Tooru licks a sensitive spot near the back of his jaw; he clamps onto it and sucks, nipping and licking it, relishing in Tobio's joke of a restraint.
"Uueehh, Tooru~" he moans.
Tobio holds onto Tooru, his hands on his shoulder and hair holding him upright for dear life as the string in his gut pulls taut. Experience taught him that he usually gets weak in the knees when he comes, especially if the climax was strong.
He doesn't have to think about too much to know: he will scream at the hand of Oikawa Tooru. That is until Shouyou enters the situation.
Speaking of which… Tobio focuses his eyes, as Tooru mercilessly attacks the sensitive spot on his jaw, to look for Shouyou. He finds him as he was earlier, sitting on the couch. But now, he's staring right at them, eyes wide, a sigh on his lips, and his right arm in a rhythmic motion in his lap.
Tobio's body temperature skyrockets as he realizes that Shouyou's getting off to them. He almost smirks, triumphantly, "y- you enjoying this, Hin-aahh-nata?" He groans, feeling the heat of lust nearly spike beyond his control.
Shouyou nods quickly without taking his gaze off of them, his voice heavy with effort, "you two look incredible together."
Tooru licks his neck, attacks his slit, and massages his head.
"To- Sho- uuggh!" Tobio cries as he comes all over Tooru's moving hand and wrist, his whole body alive as pleasure overwhelms him completely. His trembling hands grip Tooru as his knees buckle.
Tooru works him through it, licking new hickeys into his neck and maintaining the high; the pretty sight of Tobio desperately humping his fist as he whines is more than enough to make his own neglected cock swell.
Tobio collapses onto Tooru's chest, hissing as his strokes near over sensitivity.
Tooru runs his clean hand through his underclassman's hair, gently guiding him closer so Tooru can lay his chin on his strands. With one final stroke, he releases his grip and pulls the appendage up, gazing at his digits; the messily painted streaks of Tobio looking too mouth-watering for their own good.
Tobio catches his breath, his skin buzzing from the arousal burning in his veins.
Did that just happen?
His first crush held him in his hand and he led him to his peak, while seemingly taking care of him. Tobio stays there, in Tooru's chest for a moment more, relishing in the kind warmth.
He rises from Tooru's chest onto shaking, but otherwise steady, legs. Tobio studies Tooru's deeply purple lips, his idle tongue lolling, the pointed stare in his eyes at his own come-stained hand, and the obvious tent in his shorts.
"You can eat it, if you want," he says as he rezips himself, nonchalantly.
Tooru smirks and raises his hand to his mouth. He tastes every finger, licking every crevice of his palm until every molecule of come is in his mouth, where it belongs.
He makes a pleased 'hhhmmm' sound as his eyelids flutter. "Thanks, Tobio. How do you feel?"
"Good, really good. Thanks."
"I'm glad. Do you want to join Shouyou with me? He usually needs help to get off."
Tobio nods, immediately. Tooru spins on his heel, he and Tobio studying the now-empty couch.
"Where'd he go?"
"Probably to my bedroom. There's more space," he says, turning back and gingerly taking Tobio's hand in his. "Follow me?"
Tobio nods, closing his fingers against Tooru's loose ones. "Yes, please."
Tooru leads him through the kitchen and living room, entering a small hallway off to the side with two doors on either end. The open door to his left showcases the bathroom, while the closed door to his right remains a mystery. Tooru walks ahead, gently pulling Tobio along. He knocks at the door.
"Get in, both of you!" Shouyou pleads, voice desperate.
Tooru opens the door and lets it swing open; he steps to the side and allows Tobio to have an unobstructed view.
Shouyou's booty shorts and underwear pile discarded on the floor next to the full bed. Condoms and a bottle of lube pile next to a digital clock on the nightstand. The window is propped open, the hot summer air dancing against the same sheer curtains from the living room.
Shouyou lays on the bed, knees tucked high, the light from the window washing him brightly against the darkness of the room; the shadows showcasing the sweat on his strong body, a wild blush on his cheeks, the concentrated frown on his brow, and the desperate hands pumping his cock.
Tobio freezes. He's only dreamt of seeing his spiker wracked with such pleasure and he looks more gorgeous than he ever expected.
"Shouyou-chan, do you want me to help?" Tooru asks, lowly, focused eyes clearly hungry for the man in front of him.
The spiker nods. "Tooru, please. I need your lips on me~" he whines.
Tooru wastes no time. He climbs on the bed as Shouyou pulls himself up and scoots back until he lays on the pillows. He spreads his legs wide, giving Tobio an eyeful of his deeply red, slick cock.
Tobio's mouth fills with saliva, lust reawakening even though it'll take him a few more minutes until he's ready to return to the action.
Tooru lays against the bed on his stomach, hips thrusting against the wrinkled sheets as he effortlessly swallows Shouyou's cock to the base. The spiker moans a surprised cry as Tooru sucks him in.
Tobio moves his legs, with effort, to sit on the opposite side of the bed. He's not ready to join in-what the hell would he do, anyway?-but watching feels like an unearned privilege he will forever be grateful for.
Shouyou's hands grip Tooru's locks. He groans, praises slipping from his lips like oil. "Too~ Tooru-san, I love your tongue, please more like that," he weeps, losing any control he had left as Tooru swirls his tongue around his head, collecting the precum and letting it dribble down his chin.
Tooru reaches a hand down to undo and shove down his shorts so that his underwear and ass tremble in the air. He pops off of Shouyou's cock to lick his own fingers and as he returns to Shou's member, he reaches his wet hand to his lower torso. His fingers follow the line of his spine as his hand disappears into his underwear, the limb sinking deeply in between his ass cheeks.
Oh. OH THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING?!
Tobio nearly gasps, his head clouding and spinning, his skin heating into patches when he realizes that Tooru is fingering himself.
Tooru's back arches as his wrist moves, full clothed cheeks pointing to the sky as he works his hole, desperate cries leaking from his mouth as he continues sucking the spiker off.
Tobio's fingers twitch as he watches Tooru's wrist flicks. His lips hang open, tongue impatient in his own mouth, quick breaths coming and going from his drying mouth. He wants to help. He wants to join in and return the favor.
"Tooru, can I?"
Tooru slows to a stop on Shouyou and, with the cock poking his cheek, he turns and makes eye contact with Tobio. "MMmm?" He says, the sound unintelligible.
"I'm sure. I want to. Can I please?"
Tooru nods, a blush painting his neck; he removes his wrist from his underwear and curls his shiny pointer finger at Tobio, motioning for him to come closer.
Tobio scoots closer on the bed, feeling a cosmic gravitational pull to Tooru's ass that he doesn't remember having, but feels very right.
"Kageya~ yama, do you know what you're doing?" Shouyou asks, mid-groan.
Tobio nods, kneeling besides Tooru's beautifully arched back. "Yeah, I've done it to myself a few times. I know how to do this."
Tooru moans around Shouyou's cock, causing the spiker to hiss, head flush against the wall, sweaty curls framing his face.
Shou gets a grip just enough to grab the bottle of lube and toss it to Tobio.
"Thanks."
"You-aahhh-might wanna hurry. I think he's getting desperate," Shouyou groans, tugging lightly on Tooru's hair as he sucks on his balls.
Tobio nods, focusing on his task. He puts his hands on Tooru's minuscule waist, allowing him to feel his warmth and give him time in case he changes his mind.
Tooru seems to be in no mind-changing mood; he nudges Tobio's hands with his body, pressing into the digits.
Tobio takes the hint. He quickly pulls down Tooru's underwear, exposing his ass to the air and giving the setter an eyeful of his built, toned thighs and full cheeks.
Don't bite. Don't bite. Don't bite. Don't bite.
Tobio takes a heavy breath and douses his pointer and middle finger in lube. He presses them to Tooru's cheek and gingerly moves to the split, gently prying the two cheeks apart. He stares for a moment at Tooru's hole, the puckering ring of muscle wrought with tension.
He's never wanted to lick something this badly.
Tooru whines around Shou's cock, shaking his hips in the air.
Tobio smirks at his desperation, his fingers alive with energy. He drags them down the crack, ever so softly, until he's there. Tobio presses his finger against Tooru's entrance, the muscle naturally expanding around his digit, inviting him in. Tobio keeps going, the hot, wet feeling of his asshole immediately addicting him.
His breath hitches, he feels want rebuilding, but more than that, he feels a determination almost akin to that of wanting to win.
You got me there, now, I'm going to get you there.
He slowly presses his finger through, both for his and Tooru's sake, giving Tooru time to adjust to his larger digits.
Tooru pops off of Shouyou's cock, "more, please, Tobio," he whines, pure pleasure and need wrecking his voice.
Tobio allows his other lube-covered finger to follow, sliding both of them into the tight, contracting muscle.
Tooru mewls against Shou's cock and arches his back, like he's trying to pull his fingers in more deeply.
Tobio adjusts himself to sit more closely, his scorching face coming far too close to the asscheek he really should not want to bite this much. He bends one knuckle, delicately, and when it appears that Tooru is ready for more, he follows with the other knuckle. Both fingers bending, curling inside of Tooru.
How much can he take? Do he and Shou have sex like this?
His imagination goes to work, painting the spiker fucking into the setter against the wall, the floor, the bed, and the couch. Before, this image could've sparked jealousy. Now, it sparks lust, reawakening Tobio enough to sweat.
"I'm close~" Shouyou moans, "I want to finish with you," he says to Tooru.
Tooru erratically pushes his hips against Tobio's fingers, clearly losing himself.
Tobio slips in more deeply, the wetness covering up to the hilt of his fingers. He decides that Tooru's waited long enough. He scissors his fingers in every direction, feeling Tooru grow pliant and needy to his touch. After a few wet strokes, he finds the bump of the prostate; he rubs it, swipes it with every movement as he stretches the setter.
Tooru groans. He slams his head down on Shouyou's cock, hollowing his lips as he sucks hard, his hand working the base and balls. His other hand shoots down to grab his cock, stroking it in time with Tobio's attacks on his prostate.
Neither of them last like that.
"Kage~ Tooru, aaeeehh I'm-" Shouyou moans and tugs on Tooru's hair as he comes, hips thrusting into his puckered lips. Tooru's hips shake as he brokenly cries around the cock, his own shooting come all over the sheets. His eyes squeeze shut, tears falling down his face as his hole trembles around Tobio's fingers.
Tobio gasps from the feeling of his fingers under Tooru's grip, his hole demanding more from him at every contraction. He watches them as he keeps up the movements: the sight of Shouyou and Tooru falling to pieces alighting him again, especially when it was partially because of him.
All three men, coming to pieces together; Shouyou's tank top riding up his body, the arch in Tooru's back, the raw cries from Shou's mouth, Tobio's growing lust, and Tooru's needy, trembling hole.
He keeps up the attack until Tooru whines, uncomfortably. He gently pulls his digits out, admiring the wetness on his fingertips and the glistening ring of muscle, contracting and relaxing.
Tooru rises off of the spiker's cock, a trail of saliva falls off of his swollen lips; what was an angry red member quiets into a calmer pink. He sheds the shorts and underwear that were bunched around his knees and collapses onto Shou's stomach, breathing heavily into the tight muscle.
Shouyou quickly removes his sweaty tank top and wraps an arm around the setter, a mindless smile pulling his cheeks up as he rubs Tooru's shoulder. He makes eye contact with Tobio and, with his free hand, he pats the bed sheets right next to him. "Yama, come here," he invites, warmly.
Tobio's skin cools slightly, enough to get a grip on himself as he crawls up the bed and plops down next to Shouyou, a hair away from the spiker he technically still hasn't told about his feelings.
"Hey, dumbass," he greets him for the second time that night.
Shouyou pouts. "Meanieya-"
"Can you two idiots just confess to each other, already?" Tooru grumbles from his spot on Shouyou's stomach.
The two former Karasuno players look down at Tooru, who looks as unbothered as can be.
Tobio shrugs. "Sure. Um, Hinata, I came out tonight trying to look for you because I was going to confess. I really… like you and I want to be yours," he says, awkwardly. He probably should have put more time into planning the actual confession, but it's too late now.
Shou grins. "Kageyamaaaaa, I'd love to be yours too! I'm really happy that you came all this way to confess, even if we scared you off earlier. When Tooru-san told me that you came to confess, I was sure it was to him, not me! But now, gggwwaaahhh I'm so happy!"
Tobio clicks his tongue, "I wasn't scared, idiot."
Shouyou chuckles, his brightness conquering the shadows of the room and comfortably warming those around him.
Tobio continues, "I don't fully understand what you both want from me. Is this just a one time thing or are we a couple now? Or a three-ple?"
"Tobio-chan, it's the 21st century. People are polyamorous. Get with it," Tooru states.
Shou answers, "it's a throuple! I don't want this to be a one-time thing, if that's what both of you want too! Yama, I've liked you all through high school, I want to play with you and against you on the world's stage. When I came here and found Tooru-san, my feelings for you didn't change, even as new feelings for him started happening.
I like both of you. No, I really like both of you! Do you want to try being together like this?"
Tooru opens his eyes and presses a kiss to Shou's stomach. "I do. What about you, Tobio-chan?"
Both of them look at Tobio, whose blank expression gives nothing away.
Shouyou continues, "it would be tricky, Tooru's leaving for Argentina later this year and you're going back to Japan after the games are done. It would be long-distance, but I think we'd be okay! Especially when I come home to Japan and can be with you again."
"It's home to you?"
Shou quirks a brow. "What?"
"Before, you said that when you get back to Japan, you'd beat me. You didn't call it home then," Tobio says.
"It's not home if I can't be with the people I love."
Love.
Tobio takes a breath, pretty much giving himself a factory reset after Shou casually drops the L-word. "So, if we'd be together, then it would be home?"
Shouyou nods, a few of his bouncy curls flying. "Yeah! We can facetime with Tooru and visit Argentina during the off-season! We can make it work!"
"Or you both can wait for me to get back to Japan with my team so I can beat you all."
Shouyou and Tobio focus on the smirking Tooru, gleeful smugness in his features.
"You think we're gonna lose to you?" Tobio asks, his tone dripping in sass.
"I don't think. I know."
Shouyou shakes his head. "We won't lose! Right, Kageyama?"
"Right. It'll be 1 loss to 2 wins next time we meet."
Tooru grins tightly and relaxes back on Shou's stomach.
The competitive spirit in the air fizzles away as both men remember the question at hand.
Tobio nudges Shou's side with his knuckle. "About the whole throuple thing, I'd like that with both of you. A lot."
Tooru and Shou smile at this, a bit relieved that Tobio wants the same thing they do.
"But… Hinata, if we're gonna be together, you need to call me something else."
The spiker's eyes widen as he processes what Tobio means. "Your given name? I'll call you that if you call me by mine!"
Tobio immediately flushes, his cheeks burning pink. "Nevermind, 'dumbass' is fine," he says, curling away and laying against the pillows with his back to the two.
Shouyou whines, "Yammaaaaaaa, come here!"
"Tobio-chan, get over here and snuggle our new boyfriend," Tooru orders.
Tobio grumbles and turns back, scooting forward and pressing his upper body to Shou's. He rests his head on the spiker's comfortable shoulder, one arm wrapping around Shou's waist and the other laying on Tooru's back.
Shouyou presses a sweet kiss to Tobio's hair; "we can work up to that, Kageyama," he whispers into the strands.
"Just come home first, Hinata."
"I will, I promise."
Tobio closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the serenity of the moment. Shouyou is so genuinely kind without effort. Tooru is so considerate and protective.
He feels truly happy.
Who would have known? He came to find a boyfriend and ended up with two!
He grins at this thought, any numbness or misery from earlier completely faded away, leaving a light, unrestrained joy. He gently caresses both of them under his hands. He doesn't have that much time left, but the moment feels endless.
Until…
"Tobio-chan deserves to come twice," Tooru says, causally, as if he were declaring that his coffee lacks in sugar.
Shouyou frowns. "Really? Just twice?"
Huh?
"Uh, what?" Tobio asks, confusion growing at the calculated looks on their faces.
"You didn't think we were done at one, right?"
"Yeah, we all had one and now that we've had some rest, you ready for round two? Maybe a round three?"
Tobio's mouth drops and closes as he processes the very enticing offer, his gut already tightening in anticipation. "Dumbass, I need to go back soon, I can't come two more times before then," Tobio says, noting the 8:49 on the digital clock.
"I bet I can. You don't wanna beat me?"
Tobio frowns, the deep creases in his brows attracting Shou's lips to his forehead.
Shou laughs at the sudden flustered blush on his cheeks. He looks down at Tooru and softly strokes his hair. "How should we do this?"
Tooru hums, "I'm fine with anything. But you already know my lack of boundaries."
"Oh right! Let's go over that," he says, turning to Tobio, who still looks shocked at the prospect of more sex, "I'm comfortable with anything!"
Tooru nods, "I am too."
Tobio blinks back into the situation, seemingly accepting what's about to happen. "Um, I don't want anything in my butt, yet. Other than that, I'm fine with giving or receiving anything you two want."
Shouyou leans forward to kiss Tobio's flushed cheek.
Why does he keep kissing me?
"Thanks for telling us. We won't go near your butt, okay?"
Tooru lends a hand on his arm, he moves his thumb across Tobio's skin, reassuringly. "What do you want us to do?"
Shouyou nods, "this'll be your round! How do you want this to happen?"
Crickets ring in Tobio's volleyball head. "Uhhh, I'm not sure. I'm not an expert on sex positions," he says, mildly irritated that every porn he's ever watched and jerked off to just poofs out of his brain the second a relevant question is asked.
Tooru's eyes crinkle, knowingly, "maybe not, but I'll wager you've put more thought into this than you're letting on. If you don't mind answering my question, what do you fantasize about?"
Shouyou hops a bit, his cheeks flushing in excitement. "Yeahh! That works! What do you think about?"
Tobio malfunctions for a moment as gay panic floods his brain.
They? Want to know that?
He cycles through his fantasies and settles on one that isn't too kinky or just plain embarrassing. He averts his eyes as he whispers, "spit roasting."
Tooru bursts into an oddly proud grin. Shouyou makes his classic noise of surprise before he begins chewing on his lip in thought.
"Kageyama, we can't do that for you, unless you don't want to be in the middle."
"I know, I… I always saw it as you in the middle and Tooru on the back…" Tobio says, nearly without voice, cheeks burning with honesty. His gaze stays pointed on the sheets, away from the two.
Shouyou threads his hand through Tobio's hair and gently pulls him down, planting a kiss to the crown of his head. "We'll do it! Right, Tooru?"
Tooru nods and squeezes Tobio's arm, a devilish look in his eyes. "I like the fantasy, Tobio-chan. It's more than fine with me."
Tobio sees their earnest faces and feels the knot of embarrassment untangle. Having boyfriends is a lot more gentle than he thought it would be.
"Kageyama, can I ask you to do one thing for me?"
"Yeah, Hinata?"
Shouyou lets his hand fall to Tobio's shoulder, he squeezes his fingertips into the impressive muscle and leans in, breathing into Tobio's air. "What you did before, could you do to me? Could you get me ready for Tooru's cock?"
Tobio smiles, keeping his gaze locked on Shou's focused eyes and full, pink lips as the man comes ever closer. "I don't know, idiot, can your ass handle him?" He teases, suppressing a groan because he already knows the answer.
Shouyou licks his lips, his soft skin nearly against that of the setter's. "It can, I just need your fingers up m-"
Tobio crashes onto him, stealing the rest of his words until nothing remains but wet friction. He runs his hand through his fiery locks and pulls him in, holding him flush against his torso.
Shouyou kisses passionately, considerately, letting Tobio set the pace and exploration.
Tobio licks and nips at his lips, pulling sweet noises and gasps from him; any hesitation dying away as the seconds pass. The kiss with Tooru earlier felt like an invitation, this one feels like a confession: relief and sincerity in every roll of his tongue.
He opens one eye to lock gazes with Tooru, who watches intently from his spot on Shou's middle, Tobio's hand still resting on his back. Tobio taps him and winks.
Tooru rises off of Shouyou, allowing the spiker to press himself more closely. Tooru rips off the last of his clothes, his button-up shirt, and tosses it on the floor.
Tobio's skin burns from both the full view of Tooru and the feeling of Shou against him, shock tightening his body at the reminder of how much muscle Shou's gained: sturdy abs and shoulders, impressive arms, killer thighs, and-
Oh yeah, he's not wearing underwear.
-a full cock poking his hip.
Tobio hungrily presses forward, licking into his mouth as Shou parts his lips, welcoming him in. Tobio waves his hand for Tooru to come closer.
Tooru crawls on his knees until he's behind Shouyou, not quite touching him yet.
Tobio pulls off his lips, allowing the kiss-drunk Shou to breathe, "hold him, I need the lube," he directs to Tooru, his voice rough. He moves with effort, fully hard and his skin alive from kissing the hurricane that is Hinata Shouyou.
Tooru smirks, "as you wish, Tobio-chan," he says as he scoots forward and runs his hands up Shou's sides. He presses a line of kisses up his shoulder onto his neck, blushes blooming in his wake.
Shouyou sighs and absentmindedly tilts his head to give Tooru more to kiss, his breath hitching when Tooru finds his sensitive spot.
Tobio grabs the bottle of lube from the edge of the bed, where he tossed it earlier. He returns and coats three of his fingers as he watches Shou turn his head and desperately lock lips with Tooru.
Tooru runs a hand through his locks and his other on Shou's chest; he flicks a nipple and holds him steady when he shivers, swallowing Shou's cry.
Tobio licks his lips, his dry tongue craving something wet. He scans the two naked men and, besides getting irritated at his complete outfit, he zeroes in on the sweat beading on Shou's abs. He leans down and runs his tongue over the skin, collecting the salt from the spiker's muscles.
Shouyou trembles, the hand on his shoulder tightens as Tobio licks every crevice clean. He moans into Tooru's mouth when Tobio drags his wet fingers up his body, introducing him to his touch. Tooru's fingers holding his sides tighten as well, holding him steady for Tobio to explore. The delicate fingers of both setters on his body, mapping him out, makes Shouyou's head spin.
Tobio's fingers swirl around Shou's pert nipple; he doesn't have to wait long for the reaction. A high-pitched cry erupts, desperation in every crease in his face. "~Yama" he says, the sound muffled by Tooru's lips.
Tobio chews on his lip as he watches them together: Shouyou pliant under his fingers and Tooru holding him steady, patient and teasing as ever. He keeps up the movement with his lube-covered fingers and with the other hand, he reaches around Shouyou to tap at Tooru's hip.
Tooru takes one look at Tobio's huge pupils and focused gaze, and adjusts his hips, bringing them more closely to where Tobio can reach.
Tobio presses into Shouyou's body and plants kisses over his sculpted chest, giving special attention to the lonely nub, rubbing it with his tongue while his fingers continue on the other. His other hand drags across Tooru's impressive abs, dipping down to caress his thigh until he takes his full cock in hand.
Both men tremble under Tobio's lips and hands, carefully licking and stroking them into quivering messes, barely able to focus on their heated kiss.
Tobio's skin hums as he gives one final twist to Shou's nipple and allows his lube-stained fingers to paint a trail down the length of his body, bypassing his erection in favor of…
His fingers reach Shou's hole, the ring of muscle tight, ready to be stretched. "You want my fingers that badly, Shouyou?" He asks in a low voice, Hinata's given name sliding off of his waiting lips before he can realize it.
The spiker moans as Tooru's tongue invades his mouth. He nods, sporadically and unevenly, the unsteady hand on Tobio's shoulder threads itself back in his hair, holding him tightly.
Tobio leans into the grip, the heat of the summer air nothing compared to the fire in his blood. He strokes Tooru's long cock and gingerly rubs the surface of Shou's entrance, allowing the spiker time to relax.
He slides his index finger in at a bitterly slow pace. Granted, this is just his second time doing it on someone that isn't himself, but he can already tell that Shou's entrance is smaller than Tooru's, so he'll need more prepping. Not that Tobio's complaining.
His entrance is similar to Tooru's, but hotter and tighter around his finger, as if he wants to keep Tobio there. He feels Shou tighten, the muscles contracting around his larger digits. He pauses and licks Shou's nipples, quietly asking him to relax.
Shou slowly loosens and Tobio continues, pressing forward until he's up to his knuckle. He bends the digit, gently curling it with the lightest touch to stretch him out.
Shouyou trembles, his grip on Tobio's hair tightening. His hole relaxes around Tobio's finger, the spiker whining at how mind-fuckingly incredible it feels to finally have Tobio inside of him.
Tooru holds Shouyou steady as he collapses a bit, his knees turning to jelly under Tobio's touch. The setter remains supportive and upright, nipping at Shou's lower lip as Tobio collects his precum and quickens his strokes on his cock, giving the same focused attention to the head and slit as he did before to Tobio.
Tobio follows with another digit until they both sit comfortably inside of Shou. He kisses and licks up his chest, creating a canvas of love bites and bruises that will surely last after he leaves the apartment. He scissors his fingers, stretching the area, but avoiding the prostate. The third finger goes in. His neglected cock aches.
Shouyou lets more sweet cries fall into Tooru's mouth. After a few minutes of Tobio's fingering, he pulls back, "aaahhh~ I'm ready, Tooru, Tobi, I'm ready," he sighs, trembling under Tooru's lips.
"You sure?" Tobio asks.
"I need your cocks in me now, please," Shouyou pleads.
Tooru presses a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling his cock from Tobio's hand. He leans back to grab a condom off of the nightstand and slides it on, as well as more lube.
Tobio gives one final swipe of his tongue against Shouyou's nipple before chasing his lips and sucking on his tongue as he pulls his fingers out of his hole.
Shouyou groans from the extraction, his full lips pulling Tobio in. He strips the setter of his shirt and gently moves him until he's kneeling against the pillows and wall. The horny spiker kisses a path down his chest and abs, licking and worshipping every crevice of his body. He reaches his shorts and just about rips them and his boxers off, the garments joining those on the floor.
Tooru lines himself up as Shou gets down on all fours, his hungry, lust-filled eyes lining up with Tobio's girthy cock.
"You ready, Shouyou-chan?" Tooru asks, the usual tilt in his voice present and barely masking his desperation.
Shouyou nods, "I want this, both of you, fuck me!"
Neither man has to be told twice.
Tooru presses the tip of his cock into Shou's entrance. He slowly pushes his hips forward, hands tightening in their grip on Shou's heart-stoppingly thick thighs. He breathes heavily, the muscles in his abs tightening with the onslaught of pleasure.
Tobio holds his cock up and allows Shouyou to take it at his own pace. His spiker takes the tip in and Tobio already feels light-headed at Shou's curious tongue and full lips exploring his member. Tobio's gaze turns fuzzy as Shou messily claims the rest like he couldn't fathom not having Tobio's cock in between his lips.
Shouyou can only take, but he's always been good at taking what he's given and making the most out of it. Right now, between Tooru's cock filling his ass and Tobio's cock filling his mouth, he's never felt luckier.
Tooru bottoms out and lets out a guttural groan of relief, his brow creasing and jaw dropping from the mind-numbing waves.
Shouyou reaches the hilt of Tobio's cock, his forehead resting on the bottom of his abs as he struggles to breathe.
Tobio knows at that moment that he will never get enough of Shou's mouth. He holds Shou's head and begins to retract his hips a bit when he sees the tears in the spiker's eyes forming, but Shou isn't having it.
Shouyou puts a hand on the setter's hip, keeping him close. He looks up and meets Tobio's gaze and though there's a giant cock stretching his mouth, he still manages to pull his cheeks up into a smile.
"Fuck, Shou~" Tobio whimpers.
Shouyou slides back until the cock nearly falls off of his lips and without warning, he takes the whole thing down his throat.
Tobio cries at the sudden fire sparking in his gut, his whole body tensing from Shou's talented lips and tongue.
Shouyou reaches a hand back and Tooru threads his own digits into it. Their spiker squeezes his hand once and Tooru gets to work.
Tooru braces himself and begins moving, slowly pulling his cock out and pushing it back in, developing a lazy, languid rhythm for Shou to get used to, to build from.
Shouyou holds onto his two boyfriends as they feed him their members, communicating through touch with Tooru's hand and keeping Tobio steady with his hand on his hip. He feels them both claim him, stretch him to their own needs, and he loves it.
Tooru grunts as his hips move faster, fucking into Shouyou like they've done so many times before. He learned quickly their first time that the spiker fucks the way he plays: everlasting until someone tires him out, and Tooru's more than willing to provide; once a stamina monster, always a stamina monster.
Shouyou bounces on Tooru's cock and he uses that rhythm to take and lick down Tobio's cock, dragging it deeper into his mouth, swallowing it completely. The feeling of Tobio's thick member stretching his throat to its limit treads the scorching line of pleasure and pain, and Shouyou just keeps going.
Tobio's iron grip in Shou's hair wavers as he takes his cock down his throat. Tobio can see the miniscule stretching that his throat undergoes and fuck, if he hadn't come already earlier, the sight alone would have made him finish. He can barely find it in himself to keep his hips still.
The spiker squeezes Tooru's hand twice and as he slows his pace, Shou pulls off Tobio's cock and lets it fall. He looks up, blown-wide golden brown eyes meeting royal blue, "Tobi, I can handle it. Trust me."
Stupid Hinata and his absolute trust.
"I don't want to hurt you, idiot."
"You can't hurt me."
Tobio stares at Shouyou, his honest words hanging in the summer air, his faith and determination making his cock twitch.
Shouyou presses a wet kiss to his stomach before licking down the length of his cock, and taking it back between his lips.
Tobio cautiously loosens his grip in Shou's fiery hair and begins pushing, meeting the movements of Shou's head with his own hips. It takes a few tries to get the rhythm right, but when he does, pleasure spikes as he groans, deep in his throat.
Shou trembles around the cock, his eyes pressing shut as tears fall. He murmurs a moan as he takes Tobio and Tooru, pressing against both of them as they fill him completely.
Tooru feels Shou squeeze his hand once more and he picks up the pace, ramming his cock into Shou's awaiting ass. His sweating body works through his exercise as heat pools deeply inside him. He grunts and keeps going, determined to make the first time with both of them the best that it can be.
Shouyou bucks against Tooru, his ass bouncing against the welcomed intrusion. The sharp pain of the setter's rigid fingertips digging into his thigh, sure to leave bruises, only adds to the growing heat.
He groans around Tobio's cock; the way his lips stretch around the girthy member, the trailing saliva down his chin, and how Tobio trembles when he runs his tongue on the bulging vein on the underside spurs him forward.
Tobio burns as he thrusts into Shou's tight throat. Between the dried Tooru on his fingers and Shouyou sucking his cock like his life depends on it, he feels the heat in his gut collect and spike once more. His eyes flutter open and take in the sight:
Shouyou on all fours, ramming against Tooru's hips, his whole body blushing red in patches amongst his tan skin. Tooru, holding onto Shouyou, snapping his hips and clearly losing control by the second; his abs tight, his hair messy, and his mouth hanging open as he grunts.
Tobio holds Shouyou by the hair and meets his lips, plunging his cock into his hot, wet throat.
Shouyou's grip on his hip tightens as he swallows around the cock, his own aching to be touched.
Tooru loves the sight of them: Tobio finally getting serviced and Shouyou being all too pleased to do it himself. His balls tighten as they smack into Shou's ass, the heat twisting tightly in his gut, "I'm, eeeugghhh, close," he pants.
Tobio groans as Shou takes him in once more, "me too~" he tries.
Shouyou feels his own heat collecting, his body priming itself for his release. He pulls back and takes Tobio's cock in hand; he looks up, making eye contact with the groaning setter. He taps the cock, playfully, against his lower lip, letting it hang there as he bats his eyelashes.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?"
Tobio doesn't move as Shouyou lolls his tongue out to lick the head obscenely, painting his tongue with white, velvety precome.
"Or would you rather come all over us?"
Tooru snaps his hips into Shou like a jackhammer, finally hitting his prostate, causing Shouyou to buckle into a loud, filthy moan.
"AAaaaaeehhhhh~"
Tobio breaks, groaning as he comes, his grip in Shou's hair clenching.
Shouyou barely clamps his lips over the cock in time as Tobio empties everything into him. He strokes the pulsing member and swallows the salty streaks of Tobio.
Tooru sees Tobio come for the second time and reaches around Shou's hips to grab his neglected cock. He strokes Shouyou twice as he targets his prostate, and it's all over for the spiker.
Shouyou cries harshly, whoreishly, as Tooru fucks him, his walls tightening in waves as pleasure nearly blinds him. He sucks on Tobio as he comes all over the sheets, the pulsing cock on his tongue giving him something to hold onto.
Tooru's breath hitches, he groans as he reaches his high, Shouyou's contracting walls pulling him in, just about sucking the come out of him. He mindlessly slams his hips into Shou, his member filling his condom as he sweats.
All three men howling, contorting in pleasure as the peak lasts and lasts.
Tobio slows his hips as his climax passes; he crumples from the height of pleasure and exhaustion.
Shouyou gives him one final deep suck before letting go, sliding off of his member and letting it fall.
Tobio lays against the pillows, his body giving out as he catches his breath, his heart racing, and the buzzing under his skin quieting.
Tooru wrings Shou's cock once more before letting go of it and his hand. He collapses onto the spiker as he sighs heavily.
Shouyou falls onto Tobio's thighs from Tooru's weight and the exhaustion from easily the best sex he's ever had.
All three men, completely fucked out.
Tooru regains a little energy and gently pulls his cock out of Shou, who hums in discomfort. He ties the condom and tosses it into the trash bin. His cock is covered in his own come and he's about to wipe it off with a tissue, when he sees someone not-so-subtly staring.
"You want to clean me, Tobio-chan?"
Tobio nods and Tooru lazily crawls toward his underclassman, admiring that his dedication to his boyfriend's cock overrides his need to rest. Once Tooru lands in front of him, Tobio takes the wet cock and feeds it into his lips, giving it one slick lick, dragging the come onto his tongue.
Tooru hisses at the feeling of overstimulation, but he can't deny that Tobio looks incredible underneath him.
Tobio swallows the salty substance, the come trailing down his throat, "you taste good, Tooru."
Tooru smirks, too exhausted to make a quip, "thanks, Tobio-chan."
Tobio looks at Shou, who's still laying on his thighs. He pokes his shoulder and asks, "Hinata?"
Shouyou barely stirs and after a moment, he goes to crawl off of his thighs.
Tobio lays a hand on his shoulder, sweetly rousing him, and gestures to his chest. "Come here, Shouyou."
Shouyou sleepily blinks and slinks forward, collapsing onto half of Tobio's chest.
Tooru sits on the pillows and does the same, occupying Tobio's free tit.
Tobio rests his arms over them and allows himself to breathe a sigh of relief, the heat from the whole night fading into a comforting warmth. "That was… uh, pretty good."
Tooru hums, "just pretty good?"
"Tobio, I have come down my throat that says it was better than 'pretty good,'" Shouyou helpfully chimes in.
Tobio rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it. "Fine, it was better than pretty good. Happy, idiot and Tooru?"
They nod, very happily.
Tobio settles deeply into the pillows, exhaustion and joy making him comfortable.
In the span of a few hours, he had his heart broken, fixed, and given more love than it knows what to do with.
He also got to have mind-blowing sex with Tooru and Shouyou AT THE SAME TIME, but that's neither here nor there.
Now, a mere ten minutes before he has to leave, he lays with them: Tooru comfortable as can be on his chest and Shouyou drawing designs into his core.
I think this could work.
Obligations to volleyball would always be the first priority and time zones have their own set of issues, but there's something about the unrelenting hope of Shouyou and the confidence and trust of Tooru that make Tobio want to try.
Try to… love. Genuinely. Unconditionally.
He kisses Tooru on the head and whispers, "thanks for texting me, Tooru." He feels the setter grin against his chest before settling in closer.
He runs his hand through Shouyou's locks and the spiker leans into the touch, the designs on his core pausing as Shou just enjoys the feeling for a moment.
This won't be easy, but he knows these two better than anyone and that they won't give up ever.
He sighs, contentment filling his soul.
These two make 'forever' worth it.