Iwaizumi was having a hard time not staring at Akaashi's long fingers holding his glass of vodka. From his seat across the table, he had a great view. The dark-haired man was looking for Bokuto on the dance floor, his body half-turned in this direction. His elbow was lazily posed against the table, his hand making slow round with his glass. A sudden kick under the table made the Seijoh's former ace jump out of skin. He glanced at Oikawa who was next to him, cursing him in his mind.

"- Hey, Mister Pretty Boy, got someone in your life lately ?"

It was Hajime who hit his friend this time. Keiji's eyes were going back and forth between the two men, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

"- No ? he answered, not quite sure.

- Then you won't be against getting laid tonight, right ? 'Cause I know someone… Aouch, mean Iwa-chan ! Mean !"

The nicknamed "Iwa-chan" took his head in his hands, sighing heavily. He didn't dare to look up at his living fantasy, but an embarrassed cough got his attention.

"- I'm… I'm going to the bathroom. See you, huh, soon ? the beautiful university student excused himself, already walking away.

- Great ! See what you did Trashykawa !?"

Iwaizumi was expecting some apologies, maybe a sheepish look or a guilty face. What he did get on the other hand was two bored eyes looking at him like he was some stupid kindergarten kid.

"- You're dumb or you're doing this on purpose ?

- Excuse you-

- That was a fucking invitation so get your ass up and go fuck him harshly against a cabin's door."

Before he knew it, the black-headed was kicked out of his chair and in the direction of the men's bathroom. When he opened the door, he was welcomed with the sight of Akaashi leaning his back against one of the sinks. He seemed to be waiting patiently. He tilted his head up, glaring at the new arrival. His piercing eyes were darker than usual, his face serious. Looking him up and down, Hajime realized that his phalanges were turning white from his grip on the ivory.

"- I thought you'll never come. he whispered, finally approaching the other.

- I-I… I don't… Iwaizumi stuttered, looking anywhere but not the man before him.

- I saw you glaring at my fingers. Do you want them ?"

The younger's voice was so husky, his hot breath grazing over his face with the smell of alcohol. The older caught a hold of himself and turned to study his friend. Wrong idea. He lost himself in that dark blue ocean which was screaming "I want you, here and right now". He felt himself nodding, without his allowance. The motion seemed to flip something in the mind of the former setter because the next thing Hajime knew, his back was pressed against the closed door of the nearest toilets' cabin, a tongue slipping inside of his mouth and sliding on its roof. He whined in the kiss, feeling Keiji's body press against his own with an eager hunger. His so desired fingers made their way on his abs, over his waist, everywhere… But not at the exact place he wanted them to be.

"- Please, Keiji, please… he begged, his head falling on the aforementioned's shoulder.

- I know, Iwaizumi-san, shhh..."

The older almost let out a sob when a hand undid his belt and slid his pants and boxer down. An index and an annular presented themselves in front of his mouth and he took them inside happily. He sucked on them, wetting the digits profusely with his saliva. Akaashi's other hand was working on his painfully hard manhood, helped by the liquid already leaking on it. Iwaizumi rose his hand to the other's hip to steady himself, whimpers leaving his occupied lips. The handsome man was licking his throat, kissing below his ear and grunted when fingers grabbed his own erection over his tight jeans. Before the smaller could get him all worked up, he retracted his fingers from the wet hole to go to another one. His lover tensed up slightly, apprehending the stretch. But the digits pushed almost playfully against his ring of flesh, massaging it. He groaned, his head falling back against the door. Keiji didn't lose anytime and captured his lips in a heated kiss, distracting him when the first knuckle intruded his entrance without meeting any resistance.

"- Oh dear god…"

The mistreated one was gripping the other's shirt, their lips still close but not touching anymore. He was being closely watched, studied. The finger was moving slowly inside him, pushing in and out, circling softly. The second digit came not long after, making Hajime pant loudly. The former setter was so concentrated in giving him pleasure that he wasn't paying any attention to his own cock.

"- Wa-wait… Iwa managed to say as the third finger came in and stilled immediately after his words. And you…?

- We'll see after. Akaashi responded quietly.

- After whaaaaAh !"

Did his prostate just get hit ? Yes. Did he saw stars ? Yes. Did he want the skilled man to do it again ? Oh, hell yes.

So he did. The fingers were pounding into him at a fast pace, grazing over his sensitive gland with each of their thrusts. Soon enough, he was reduced to a moaning mess, sobs occasionally escaping his mouth. The hand was still pumping him, quicker than before, and the mouth was back on his neck.

Someone opened the door to the room but Keiji didn't stop. He bit the skin hard, almost daring him to make a sound. Two voices came to their ears : Bokuto and Kuroo. Lost in his growing pleasure, Iwaizumi couldn't understand what they were saying, but he clearly heard the name of his partner being said.

He was doing his best to keep quiet, burying his face in the crook of the neck in front of him. A strangled moan still felt out of his mouth when he came with a final thrust and stroke of Akaashi's fingers. Or he thought it was. The man was going on, stimulating him through his orgasm.

"- Did you hear that, bro ? Kuroo giggled, his signature smirk showing in his voice.

- Looks like someone is having a good time… his friend added, grinning as well.

- I think we found Akaashi, let's go.

- What !? 'Kaashi !"

The two men in the cabin were trying to catch their breaths, all sweaty and covered in cum. They chuckled weakly, hearing the protests and questions of the gray-haired man and the rooster head's laugh.

"- Soooo… Where were we ?"