The lockers room. Two teammates. Some stifled whines, sounds of wrinkled clothes. And then, the lewd cheer, the stress being relieved, the pressure falling.

"- C'mon, Tobio… Ya can cum for me now.

- Then -ah- go faster, M-miya.

- Atsumu.

- Wh-what ?

- I wanna hear ya callin' my given name as ya come. I can't stop wondering how it'd sound in yer pretty mouth while ya chase yer pleasure by fuckin' my hand."

That was what push Kageyama off the edge. He came, feeling hot and dizzy, all over the other setter's hand. Hearing the growls and moans of his name, as he previously asked, escaping his lover's lips convinced Atsumu to keep stroking the black-haired man through his orgasm, making him oversensitive.

A tissue, a quick cleaning, some stolen glances later and they were both ready for the national Japan's volleyball team practice.