Bokuto knew that his teammate -and fuckbuddy by the way- had some OCDs, like washing his hands three times, locking his dorms' door three times before leaving, whispering his name three times before cumming… Come to think of it, Sakusa always did things by three. And Koutarou didn't mind at all, for the most of it, until the subject was brought up in the bedroom at some point.
"- What's that for ? he asked as Kiyoomi took out a thing from his special box.
- It's a cockring. Basically, it prevents you from coming. I want to use it on you. the dark-haired man stated, climbing on the bed, next to the other.
- But why ?
- Hm, I want to see how much I will be satisfied if I can bring you close to the edge three times before allowing you to cum."
Here they were, the famous three times. The gray-haired one stared a moment at the sex toy, weighing the pros and the cons. It looked painful and could probably drive brains crazy, but at the same time… His curiosity was piqued. He was feeling quite excited and impatient, his nerves vibrating under his skin from anticipation. Yeah, he wanted to do it.
"- Okay. he whispered, eyes lifting to meet Omi's.
- Good."
They pulled out everything they needed, the special blanket, the clean towel, the lube, the cockring was put on Bokuto, the condoms on the night stand… Everything was going fine, but that didn't last long. At least from Fukurodani's former ace's point of view. He quickly realized that it was gonna be a long, long, loooong, session.
Sakusa had already two fingers buried deep inside him, thrusting purposely near his prostate but not against it, and a hand wrapped around both his and his lover's cock between their sweating bodies. The number 12's thighs were burning as they were propping him in a sitting position above his teammate's lower body. His hands were clawing at the other's back and shoulders as his forehead rested against black curls.
"- I-I'm close…" the owl-headed one moaned, feeling the familiar pressure tugging inside his lower abdomen.
He almost cried when Kiyoomi's fingers slid out of his hole and the hand recoiled from his leaking length. His head dropped against a pale shoulder covered by small moles. The owner soothed him by stroking his thighs lightly and drawing circles on his tensed back. The motion gave him shivers, but his breathing slowed down regardless.
"- What's your color ? the number 15 kindly asked, whispering into his ear.
- Green, I'm good now." his lover replied quietly, lifting his head up.
The brunette kissed him, making him smile happily. It had taken a long time for the man to drop the mask during their activities, but at times like that, Koutarou was grateful for the wait. He could fully appreciate every touch, every brushing of the wet lips on his own's. He felt good right here.
When the fingers came back inside him, they were not only two anymore but three. This time, Omi was stretching him methodically, preparing him to receive his member. The hand was back on his own throbbing cock, joining it to the other's one. He knew that Itachiyama's former ace had something quite different from the first edging in his mind when his fingertips grazed over his prostate. Bokuto jolted and pressed back with his hips to elicit this feeling again, groaning loudly. Sakusa let him do so, even matching his movements. The latter's hand pace fastened and his grip turned stronger. He was moaning too, mouth pressed to his teammate's crook of the neck. He was holding himself back from biting it, knowing that the gray-haired man wasn't far from stopping again.
"- Omi, Omi, I-I…"
The moan that was ripped from his fellow wing spiker's throat was hoarse and broken when all the stimulation disappeared. Kiyoomi wasn't totally sure of it until he felt a tear landing on his abs. The beefiest volleyball player he knew was crying because of him and it made him feel… Powerful. The other man's chest was rising up and down heavily as sobs shook him.
"- Your col-
- Green, green, please, please, Kiyoomi..."
The use of his full given name made the aforementioned's mind snap. He tumbled Koutarou on his back, grabbing the back of his legs and putting them over his own shoulders. He quickly caught the condom he had prepared, ripped it open with his mouth and slid it on. He stopped for a second to admire the sight his lover was offering to him. His cock was swollen and harder than ever, a blush was spread out on his chest and climbing up his neck and lower part of his face as well as on the tip of his ears. His left hand was covering his eyes, allowing the brunette to only see his red and puffed parted lips. The other hand was wringing the blanket, holding into it firmly as the knuckles were turning white. Sakusa listened to the pants and when five of them had pass, he lined up with the man's entrance and pushed inside all the way to his base at once. The air left Bokuto's lungs as he choked on a moan. His teammate was ramming into him mercilessly, not giving him the time to catch his breath. He could hear the soft growls the usually impassible volleyball player was letting out, the whimpers too. It was driving him crazy. His hand left his visage and landed in Omi's hair, nails digging into his scalp.
When his legs started to shake, Kiyoomi stilled, half out of the clenching hole of his friend.
"- No, no, no, don't stop, not now !
- Three times, Bo. You've been a good boy, don't you think so too ?" he breathed, supporting the pain the other's nails were inflicting to his core.
As the latter was stuttered his plea, the other took the advantage of his state to discretely remove the cockring.
"- Yes, yes, I did ! That's the third one, please, plea-nnnnnnngh"
The sudden motion forward of Sakusa's hips drawn the orgasm out of Koutarou right away. He spilled all over his own chest, some even landing on his chin whereas his head was thrown back as his eyes had rolled into his skull. The brunette fucked him through his climax, chasing his own pleasure and soon enough finding it when the gray-haired man cried his full given name again, tears dripping down his red cheeks.
