Bokuto never thought that Freckles could be so… lewd. When Tsukki had actually talked to him about his best friend having a little interest in him, he didn't think of that kind of interest. To say Yamaguchi was a needy little slut was an understatement. The former captain of Fukurodani had to admit that seeing him rub himself against his thigh was so turning him on.
"- You look so good right now, Tadashi… Does it feel good, baby ? he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
- Y-yes, so so good, Bo-Bokuto-san."
The moan added to the honorific almost made Koutarou reach a hand to help the panting mess above him. But he didn't. He wanted to see him cum untouched. It was a sweet torture to feel the hard-on of the now captain of Karasuno pressed to one his erogenous zones. And judging by the smirk on the face of the latter, only centimeters away from his own, he knew pretty well what he was doing to him.
"- Guess I'm not-t the only one that -oh, god- will come with-without hands on him." the green-haired man managed to say between whines and gasps.
He was eyeing the bulge inside the shorts of his lover, pupils dilated in envy and face flushed. Bokuto's mind flipped and he made the other man stay still thanks to a strong grip. The pinch server almost sobbed in desperation, missing the friction. Fortunately for him, the gray-headed was a very nice guy. He picked a pace, a fast one, moving Yamaguchi's lower body with his hands and helped him come.
"- O-oh, god, f-fuck, god, right here- Boku-Bokuto-san !
- Shh, I got you, baby."
Koutarou watched, amazed, as the third year threw his head up, back arching and eyes rolling into his skull, staining his own underwear. It wasn't until Tadashi came down from his high, and pointed it out with a chuckle, that the older realized he was stroking himself.
