Driftwoodsun - This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness Light

I love how they can read each other mind and same thoughts in canon

No one requested haikyuu but I have been thinking about Them since seeing the movie in theaters last weekend

Happy New Year feat. kiddos

TsukiYamaKageHina~Praise Kink

Summary:

Tsuki really would do anything for Yams, especially for his birthday.

Ao3 Tags:

Praise Kink, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Foursome - M/M/M/M, They're Third Years, Captain Yamaguchi Tadashi, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Yamaguchi Tadashi Deserves ALL the Love, Demiromantic Tsukishima Kei, Pan Hinata Shouyou, Birthday Sex, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, Spitroasting, Polyamory Negotiations, Biting, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Notes:

Put their third-year heights somewhere between Pre-and Post-Timeship so here's the comparison to see just how small Hinata still looks.

“So let me get this straight?” Kageyama sighs as he stares blank-faced at the tall blonde in front of him. “Next week is Yamaguchi’s birthday and instead of getting him like a hoodie or a book or something, you want us to help fulfill his fantasy of a first-year, now third-year, foursome?” 

“Or just a movie night where I’m not a sarcastic asshole if his anxiety nopes out.” Tsukishima nods, looking as annoyed as ever. “Trust me, King, I don’t like this any more than you do, but it’s a big birthday and with us graduating in March, it could be our last chance so what do you think?” 

Kageyama just sighs again, refusing to look next to him where Hinata is practically vibrating out of his skin in excitement while staring at his taller boyfriend. “He’s making the face isn’t he?”

“The stupid one? Yes, but that’s his normal face. What’s new about it?” Tsukishima smirks, snickering when Hinata calls him a meanie.

“The ‘I told you so’ one. He’s been badgering me since last year that you two have been looking at us differently, but you’ve always looked away by the time I looked over.” Kageyama explains, looking not happy to be proven wrong.

Tsukishima’s eyes widen behind his glasses and he readjusts them to hide the sudden tint in his cheeks. “Oh. You noticed?” 

“You guys weren’t exactly subtle, Tsukki.” Hinata snickers. “EvenI noticed, and I admit I’m pretty dense.” 

“Yes. Yes, you are.” Kageyama smirks. 

“You,” Tsukishima smirks right back. “Are no better. It was physically painful watching you two try to flirt and justnot get it . Thank god Sugawara finally got sick of it at graduation and just told you both or one of us would have lost it.”

The team idiots look away in embarrassment but don’t deny it. 

“Whatever.” Kageyama eventually mumbles before looking back up seriously. “So what would be the plan? A one-time thing to get you boyfriend of the century? A four-person friends with benefits scenario? Or are one or both of you actually looking to date one or both of us?

Tsukishima raises a smug eyebrow, smirking. “Smart questions, your highness. I feel no particular way in the matter, whatever makes Yams happy, and if something happens well expect a small crisis, but we’ll talk it out. I may not seem it, but I have gotten better at talking about stuff if it’s important. You’re both aesthetically pleasing enough, but my feelings require a lot more than just a pretty face. ...Fuck it. Mine’s a lot of trauma-induced trust issues, but my personality really hasn’t changed from before that besides being a little meaner so I think Kuroo called it Demi?”

“Oh! I know that one!” Hinata grins, waving his hand in the air like he’s answering a question in calls. “Kenma is, too! There needs to be a strong emotional relationship and foundation of trust and stuff, right?!” 

Tsukishima blinks in surprise but nods at the small tangerine. “Yeah, that’s the one. Point is, don’t expect much out of me for a while if ever if anything does happen with Yams. As for Yams, I know he finds both of you “so hot and adorable” and Hinata’s smiles have made him have a few panics, so he might want to? Might be a conversation for after? See how everybody feels?” The blonde shrugs before huffing a little, hating he’s having to be even this open. “...I guess I should ask your thoughts, too?”

The other two players were blushing at hearing what Yams thought of them but looked at each other in silent conversation as though deciding who to go first. Eventually, Hinata rolls his eyes and huffs. 

“You first, Bakageyama. You’re just as bad at emotions as he is so I’m not letting you get out of it by going last.” Hinata reasons, crossing his arms. 

Kageyama scowls at the shorter before seeming to think about how he wants to say this. “...Hinata and I have talked about it before on the off chance he wasn’t imagining things-”

“Hey!”

“-I just don’t want it to come out wrong...the whole team knows I’m terrified of abandonment, that’s why it took so long with Sho. I-.. I actually did know he was flirting, I just didn’t want to screw things up and lose everything again and it would suck even more ‘cause I would completely understand everyone choosing him over me.” Kageyama continues past Hinata’s interjection, leaning into the hug his tiny boyfriend gave him. “I don’t know why I’m saying all of this now.”

“...Probably because I can understand you with something like that?” Tsukishima admits, crossing an arm over his body protectively. “i-I’ll try to refrain from making fun of you.” He huffs, scowling at the ground. 

Kageyama blinks in shock before nodding. “Thanks. ...Anyway, I also find Yams adorable, but kind of cool after he’s stepped up these last two years. So I wouldn’t be against helping with this birthday surprise…” He mumbles the next part into Hinata’s wild orange hair. “And you’re not exactly bad looking.” Leaning into the comfort of his boyfriend praising him for being honest about his feelings.

Tsukishima’s head shoots up in surprise, honestly not expecting that from the King as his ears flush a little. “Oh.” 

Hinata grins, turning around in his still hiding boyfriend’s hold to get his answer in. “Yamaguchi is lucky to have you just so you know.”

It’s now Tsuki’s turn to hide as he burrows into the collar of his tracksuit. “Is he always like this?” He mumbles to Kageyama in embarrassment. 

“Over bearingly determined to make you feel nice? Yes. You get used to it.” Kageyama smiles sappily. 

“Great, two of them.” The blonde sighs, avoiding looking at Hinata. “Anyway, thoughts?”

“Well Yamaguchi is absolutely adorable, and I have no clue how you aren’t constantly kissing his freckles so I volunteer to right this wrong and help spoil him rotten. “ Hinata grins, bouncing slightly in excitement and giggle when this gets a grumpy mumble out of a jostled Kageyama.

Tsukishima can’t hide his fond smile. “I think he would combust if I tried to as much as I actually want to.” 

“Probably, but he’s so cute.” Hinata sighs before looking at Tsukishima again with a small smirk. “And I think I’m now required to join him on team ‘Tall Mean Guys are Stupidly Hot’.”

Tsukishima now looks like he’s ready to combust and one look behind the orange-haired boy reveals Kageyama in a similar state. The smaller boys snickering is what brings them back to their senses as they grumble for him to be quiet. 

“So it’s settled then?” Tsukishima tsks, changing the subject back to its intended focus. “After Yams’ surprised party with the team, we go back to my place under the guise of horror movies and give him the offer when we get there?” 

“Sounds about right.” Kageyama nods.

“I can’t wait!” Hinata cheers. “And if he’s okay with it we’re allowed to date him and maybe eventually you?”

Tsukishima flushes, but nods. “I just ask to be there for any conversation.”

“Of course!” Hinata grins before pointing at the tall blonde. “Until then, prepare to be wooed! I will get both of you if it kills me!” He declares like he’s challenging an opposing team.

Tsukishima makes some sort of dying noise, not at all knowing how to handle other people wanting him so doing what he never thought he’d do and looking to the amused King for help. 

Kageyama snickers but thumps Hinata playfully. “Boke, you’re gonna break him. And what’s with the declaration? You trying to collect all of our year or something?”

Surprisingly this makes Hinata look like he had just been in the car with Sako. “I don’t want to know what Kiyoko would do to me if I even attempted Yachi.”

The other two shudder, though Tsukishima does look a bit confused. “Yachi?”

“Came out as Pan when Kags and I started going out remember?” Hinata raises an eyebrow.

The blonde just looks lost. 

“Genitals are not important. Only that I find then attractive inside and/or out.” Hinata explains.

“Not strictly dickly?” He confirms.

“Not strictly dickly.” Hinata nods.

Tsukishima nods. “Understood. Can’t relate, but understood.”

Hinata chuckles at the awkward blonde before his grin returns. “Well now that that’s figured out, let’s go to practice before your cute boyfriend turns scary. Kags! Come toss to me!” He cheers, running off to the gym. 

“Is he ever not that high energy?” Tsukishima asks as he and Kageyama start following. 

“I can promise you, he will be the last of us done next week so hope Yams has some stamina.” Kagayama chuckles.

Tsukishima’s eyebrows shoot up. “Even after practice and a social event?” 

“The party will only fuel him.” Kageyama deadpans.

“What have I done?” Tsukishima groans, flipping off the now laughing King as Yams’ shouting comes into range. “I’ve doomed my boyfriend to death.”

“Yup, say your last goodbyes...assuming he doesn’t kill us today.” Kageyama laughs, hearing Hinata whine as he’s told to run laps. “He really grew into that captain role, huh?” 

Tsukishima smiles fondly at the freckled boy glaring at him from the door. “That he did.”

“I’ll question the apocalypse of you talking to them later. You’re ten minutes late, and I can’t be picking favorites so start running.” Yamaguchi scolds, pointing after the tangerine-haired boy. 

“You’re so cute when you’re mad,” Tsukishima whispers into Yamaguchi’s ear when he gets close enough.

“If you don’t get running, I’m going to be the sexiest man alive. Go!” Yams orders, trying to hide his blush. 

“Yes, sir,” Tsukishima smirks, reveling in the squeak he hears as he turns to run before he’s roughly pulled back.

“Actually scratch that, get inside. I’ll deal with you later.” The green-haired boy warns, smirking as red spreads down Tsuki’s neck before he’s pushed inside. 

‘I don’t know what hot-headed first-year pissed him off, but someone is getting an extra meat bun.’ Tsukishima flushes even as he starts yelling out instructions to fix blocks. “Stop standing so close to the net, idiot!”

~One Week Later~

“Happy Birthday, Senpai!” Another first-year calls after him on their way out. “Have a good weekend!” He wishes, not noticing the other three third year’s smirk at each other as they continue walking. 

“Thank you again, everyone!” Yamaguchi waves as jogs to keep up with the others. “Don’t forget to lock up!”

“We won’t, Senpai!” Another laughs before the third-years are finally out of earshot.  

Yamaguchi is grinning as he walks between Tsuki and Kageyama. “I can’t believe they did that.” He laughs before looking at Tsuki in mock shock. “And I can’t believe you agreed to be nice long enough for a horror movie marathon.”

“Anything for your birthday, Yams.” Tsuki smiles at him fondly, kissing his forehead and making him giggle. 

“And people, think I’m the sappy one.” He smiles before turning to the other two. “Thanks for coming guys.”

“Of course, Yamaguchi!” Hinata grins. “Wouldn’t miss it!” 

“Sounded fun.” Kageyama nods, keeping his answers short, honestly shocked neither he nor Hinata had ruined the surprise yet but planning to keep it that way. 

“I hope so. Oh, what should we watch? Maybe The Ring? Oh! Or…” Yamaguchi starts rambling off names, not noticing the three looking at him with a mixture of fondness and mischief. 

By the time they make it to Tsukishima’s house, and Tsuki makes sure that it’s well and truly empty, they have settled into a comfortable silence until Tsuki sits Yams on the couch in the living room with the other two standing not far away, but no one else sitting. 

“Uh, Tsuki? What’s going on?” Yamaguchi asks nervously. 

“Nothing bad, I promise,” Tsukishima assures, letting Yamaguchi relax. “Do you remember that one thing you wanted to try with the idiots, but you about had a breakdown admitting it to me despite how obvious it was and couldn’t even fathom getting to the point of telling them?” He asks quickly.

Yamaguchi stares at him for a moment in confusion before his eyes widen and his face turns red as he glances at the other two who he can now see are smirking, Hinata almost vibrating out of his skin again. “Y-yeah?”

“Well, uh, Happy Birthday? We are apparently not very subtle.” Tsukishima chuckles, looking at Yamaguchi expectantly whether that be to calm a freakout or share his excitement, he doesn’t yet know. 

Yamaguchi just stares, blinking between the three before he makes some sort of dying noise in his throat and screams into one of Tsuki’s couch pillows before pinching himself. 

“I’m not dreaming am I?” He asks in a state of shock.

“Nope! That’s why we were late to practice last week!” Hinata grins. “Tsuki spiked through his emotional wall long enough to ask us!”

Yamaguchi looks at Kageyama who nods before looking to Tsuki. “For me?”

Tsukishima smiles, nodding. “I told you, anything for your birthday.” Before turning serious. “Don’t feel pressured though. We’re also more than fine with me just being nice long enough to get through a night of mo-”

“No!” Yamaguchi squeaks before clearing his throat to try again. “I mean, no, no need for the plan b. I am more than okay with this just processing that they would be.”

“What’s there to process?” Hinata laughs, running over now. “What does Stingyshima not tell you how cute you are often enough?”

Yamaguchi makes another dying noise and looks ready to  cu=ombust thanks to the sudden lapful of energetic spiker as he looks to the others for some sort of guidance. 

“Hey, I tell him plenty he just turns that pretty shade of red so I’ve been banned from doing so in public.” Tsukishima huffs, crossing his arms and offering no help to the greenette who now has to turn to Kageyama instead. 

“What? But making them blush is half fun.” Kageyama smirks before scowling when Hinata calls him out for blushing way more than he does. “Boke, they don’t need to know that!”

Hinata just snickers and eventually Yamaguchi just accepts he’s not going to be allowed time to psych himself out.

“Um, so. Where is this going then exactly?” Yamaguchi asks shyly, trying not to squirm now that Hinata has deposited himself in his lap.

Hinata and Kags look to Tsuki who sighs, waving for Hinata to go ahead and making the orange-haired boy grin before turning back to Yams. “If you want us after, Kags and I would like to date you, and, if we can get close enough with him, Tsuki too one day.” He rambles, practically vibrating in excitement. 

Yamaguchi just stares before pinching himself once again to see if maybe the shock made him pass out before red rushes up to his neck and face. He leans around Hinata to look at Tsuki. “You’re okay with this?” 

“We already had a sort of heart to heart. As long as I am there for relationship talks or included in some way, I am happy as long as you all.” His smile turns a little sappy. “You deserve all the love in the world, Yams.” 

Yamaguchi whines as he covers his face again. “You three are going to kill me before I ever even get to kiss you two let alone fuck.”

Hinata giggles, kissing Yams’ hair. “You were right, Tsuki. He really isn’t good at compliments is he?”

“I’ve been trying to work on it, but he doesn’t think he deserves them.” Tsukishima huffs.

“I don’t~” Yamaguchi pouts. “I’m plain and clumsy and you’re all so much better than me and hot and my freck-mph.”

He’s cut off by Hinata kissing him on the mouth now, scowling when he pulls away. “Now who the hell told you all of that? You’re really hot and your freckles are adorable.”

“Tch, one of his old bullies tried picking a fight with him earlier this year when Kuroo, Bokuto, and co. were in town. Finally got to see him stand up for himself even if it was just ‘cause the asshole used his nickname for me. Completely wailed on the guy after biting him hard enough to break the skin.” Tsukishima smirks proudly. 

Hinata and Kageyama stare at Yamaguchi in shock. 

“Shit that sounds hot,” Kageyama whispers.

“Yeah, it i-Wait?! Is that why they were fucking at my house?!” Hinata realizes. 

Yamaguchi scratches his head awkwardly. “Heh, um, someone had to take care of the goons?” 

“If it helps, Yams’ house wasn’t safe either,” Tsuki smirks, snickering when Yamaguchi glares at him.

“Oh? Did Yams get some celebratory dick?” Kageyama smirks.

It’s Yamaguchi’s turn to smirk now as he keeps eye contact with Tsuki. “Actually, I got some celebratory ass.”

Kageyama and Hinata’s eyes widen as their heads snap to look at the flushed blonde. “Huh?!”

“...Switches.” Tsukishima mumbles and Yamaguchi snickers.

“Soooo, no fight for dominance?” Kageyama tries.

Tsukishima glares. “If you think I’m bottoming for you without a fight, you’re out of your mind.”

“Hmm, Yams what do you think?” Kageyama smirks, looking at the greenette and already knowing he’s won.

Tsukishima sighs in defeat at the way Yams’ pupils dilate as he looks between the two. “...Once because it’s Yams birthday, and what he says goes tonight.” He relents.

“Can we spoil him first?” Hinata chimes in happily.

“How so?” Tsukishima hums, thankful for that distraction.

Hinata hops off the greenette’s lap and runs over to whisper to the other two whose smirks slowly turn wicked, and Yamaguchi just knows he’s in for a hell of a birthday. 

“Sooo bedroom?” Yamaguchi suggests, pointing down the hall. 

“Where’s the lube?” Hinata asks excitedly as he runs by. 

“Nightstand drawer!” Tsukishima calls after the energetic spiker.

Kageyama, meanwhile, walks over to help the only slightly shorter boy off the couch and pull him into a kiss of his own with a pleased hum. “Since I’m the only one who hasn’t yet.”

Yamaguchi flushes but doesn’t complain as he leads the normally grumpy boy over to Tsuki and pulls both of them towards the bedroom where they collectively stop inside the doorway and stare at the sight in front of them.

Hinata had apparently found the lube and was wasting no time in getting himself open and if the other three weren’t hard before, they’re definitely on their way now as they watch the smaller boy squirm and moan. 

“Gods, Shrimpy, you wanna wait for us?” Tsukishima gulps, surprised when Yamaguchi is already heading to the bed. 

Yamaguchi immediately takes hold of Hinata’s face and starts kissing him with three years worth of mining as the smaller boy gasps and whines into his touch. They’re both panting by the time Yamaguchi lets go for air and rests his head on Hinata’s shoulder. 

“Been wanting to do that for three years.” He pants.

“Mmm, Yama-ah-good. So pretty. Want you inside.” Hinata whines, squirming as he works a third finger in. 

Yamaguchi flushes at being called pretty but kisses him again. “Are you going to do that all night?” He whines.

“Do wha-Ah!-what?” 

“The whole complimenting thing? It’s embarrassing.” Yamaguchi pouts.

“Until you believe it,” Hinata smirks, gasping when he brushes his prostate before taking his fingers out and wiping them on a tissue he grabbed with the lube. “Now please, Yama?” He pouts with big puppy eyes. 

“Shit. How does Kageyama ever say no to you?” He breathes out, kissing the tangerine haired-boy again.

“You-shit Four-eyes- you get better at it!” Kageyama answers from by the doorway.

The other two turn to look at him at the small curse, eyes widening at the sight. The power struggle between the setter and blockerhad apparently happened and it looked like Kags was quickly losing as he was panting on Tsuki’s thigh. They couldn’t see Tsukishima’s face, but Yamaguchi could tell by his body language that he was smirking, taking great joy in taming in the ever prideful King. As they took in the scene, one look down told them that Tsukishima’s thigh was probably the only thing keeping Kageyama standing as his legs appeared to shake as he buried his face in the blonde’s chest. 

“Fuck, shit, okay you win just please.” Kageyama eventually whimpered, grinding his obviously hard cock on the blonde’s thigh and trembling. 

“Holy shit.” Hinata breathes out in awe, having never seen the taller boy like that. 

“Yeah, I figured they’d be at it eventually but didn’t think it’d be this soon or this hot.” Yamaguchi agrees. “Are you two gonna get over here and ruin us or are we just gonna get the free show?” 

“Shit, yeah come on Four-eyes, let’s get oOver th-there. Dammit!” Kageyama groans, weakly trying to push the blonde away from where he’s biting his neck.

There’s a deep chuckle as Tsukishima finally lets the slightly shorter setter go, the smirk on his face now visible. “Act like a cocky asshole again and see what happens.” He snickers, finishing what had started the little battle and helping him finish getting out of his clothes. 

The look that passes through Kageyama’s eyes tells Hinata that that won’t be the last time he does whatever it was that got a rise out of the blonde and Yamaguchi snickers when Hinata whispers as much. 

“Nowthat I definitely wanna see,” Yamaguchi smirks as Kageyama yelps when Tsukishima uses his extra three inches of height to his advantage in picking him up and dropping him on the bed. 

 Kageyama just stares at the ceiling as though he’s had a few too many epiphanies for his liking before rolling to his side. “You stay on that side of Yamaguchi with your stupidly long everything.” He scowls at Tsukishima. 

Tsukishima just smirks as the other two laugh at the pouting king before Yamaguchi crawls into his lap to kiss away the grumpy expression. 

“Makes it very hard to win doesn’t he?” Yams chuckles as the pout returns. 

“He was just suddenly... everywhere .” Kageyama huffs. “I’m not used to people being able to manhandle me let alone pick me up…”

“Hot isn’t it?” Hinata smirks, knowing the look on Kageyama’s face all too well. 

Kageyama just reaches around Yamaguchi to push his boyfriend into Tsukishima’s lanky frame and watch as his face surpasses his hair in brightness at being so completely enveloped. “Here, four-...not the place-Here, Tsukishima. Silence him next.”

Hinata squeaks as he’s easily lifted and the low chuckle at his back. “Been wanting to for three years. Figured I’d end up kicking you, but this works too.” Tsukishima smirks as he puts the small spiker on his lap so he’s still facing the other two.

Hinata squirms, trying to hide his face despite his earlier bravado, but Tsuki doesn’t let him as one long arm traps his hands to his chest and the other reaches down to start stroking the smaller’s cock. “Tsukiii~! No fair!” Hinata whines as he avoids looking at the others. “Why are you so long?!” 

“Wait ‘til he gets his pants off.” Yamaguchi snickers from where he’s started moving himself down a very frazzled Kageyama who was not expecting to be overtaken not only once, but twice today and was overall having trouble processing it. 

“Pants? What do you MEan! Yama, I’m stealing your boyfriend!” Hinata decides when he finally feels what Yamaguchi is talking about through Tsuki’s boxer. 

“Oi, Boke! Don’t just decide thA-AH! Shit! Okay, yeah, think we can switch, blondie?” Kageyama moans when Yamaguchi suddenly starts sucking him off. 

“Pretty sure sharing was offered,” Tsukishima smirks, snickering at how lost the setter looks already. “I said I wasn’t ready todate either of you. I’m okay joining other activities.” 

“I’ll win you over soon Enough-Ah!, but th-thank gods ‘cause I wanna feel that when we’re one spoiling Yama.” Hinata pant, moaning when Tsuki moves his hand a certain way that makes him squirm. 

“Hmm, if you think you can.” Tsukishima snickers before lifting Hinata up again. “Hey Yams, where do you want us?” He asks, ignoring the tangerine’s complaints.

Yamaguchi removes himself from Kageyama with a pop and a moan from the dark-haired setter. “Honestly thought you guys would have talked this over already?”

“It’s your birthday, Yama. You call the shots, and we’ll follow.” Hinata grins before squirming some more in Tsuki’s hold. “But hurry please before I lose it.” He wines at the lack of stimulation. 

Yamaguchi snickers before thinking for a moment, looking between the three before nodding. “Hinata can I fuck you?” He asks first.

“Gods, please. Whole reason I ran ahead to prep.” The orange-haired ace whines, going where he’s asked as soon as Tsuki lets him go and laying on his back. 

Yamaguchi snatches the lube off the bed now and tosses it to Tsuki. “Prep me while I do? You guys can decide who gets front and back.”

“Careful with that. Hinata’s stamina isn’t just on the court.” Kageyama smirks, snickering slightly when his meaning seems to click for Yamaguchi and his face flushes. 

“Um, and how long have you known?” Yamaguchi asks, wondering if he’s going to be able to leave this room this weekend. 

“I can mostly keep up now.” His smirk deepens in understanding of what Yamaguchi is asking and he snickers as the freckled boy gulps. 

“I am so screwed.” Yamaguchi chuckles, looking back to Hinata. “Condom or?” 

“Only if you want one. I don’t mind the mess.” Hinata grins, letting his legs fall open.

Yamaguchi groans at the sight. Letting Tsuki squirt a bit more lube on his hand to lube up his cock. “We’re gonna have fun with them.” He smirks at the blonde.

Tsukishima smirks in return, lubing up his own fingers. “Oh definitely.”

Hinata and Kageyama look at each other in confusion before Hinata is keening as Yamaguchi starts filling him.

“Mmm~ Yama!” He whines, clinging to the greenette’s shoulders, the captain being thicker than he imagined. 

Yamaguchi groans at the heat, letting out a moan of his own when he works his way all the way in and he feels Tsuki start prodding at his own hole. He stays there for a few moments, letting the blonde start working him open as he starts making out with the smaller boy beneath him. 

There’s a set of moans drawn from the two when Tsukishima brushes his prostate and makes his jerk his hips into Hinata’s. 

“Ahh~ Tsuki~” Yamaguchi moans, eyes drifting to the setter who doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself. “Am I allowed to leave marks?” He asks both of them.

Hinata whines his agreeance, but Yamaguchi waits to make sure it won’t be causing any jealousy before biting into Hinata’s shoulder the next time Tsuki hits his prostate and starts rutting into him.

“Shit! YamAaa~!” Hinata cries out, doing his best to meet Yamaguchi’s thrust even as he’s fucked into the bed.

“Oops,” Tsukishima smirks, slipping a third finger in. “Guess he was feeling a little feisty.” 

“What do you mean?” Kageyama asks, tilting his head in confusion as he strokes himself at the site. 

Tsuki winces, not actually meaning to say that out loud. “Uh, can I tell then, Yams?” The blonde asks.

“Yeah…” Yamaguchi pants before biting Hinata’s other shoulder and groaning as the spiker clenches around him.

“Tell us what?” Kageyama asks, now even more confused.

“My little puppy here gets a bit nippy when he’s on top.” Tsukishima chuckles as though that answers anything, tsking when Kageyama just stares at him blankly. “Hand me my phone.” Waving to his pants on the floor. 

Kageyama does, holding it to Tsukishima’s face to open it and following his instructions to a locked folder in his pictures. “Oh, that.” He rolls his eyes. “Why didn’t you just say pet play, dumbass. No need to be all cryptic.”

“Wait do you guys-?” Tsukishima starts to asks. But Kageyama shakes his head, cutting him off. 

“Nah, but I’ve spent some time on a site or two. Hinata wanted me to use this knotted sheathe on him and act like a werewolf and breed him.” Kageyama chuckles as he puts the phone on the nightstand. “It was kind of hot.” 

Tsukishima’s eyes widen as he looks back down at their boyfriends.”Yams?”

He just gets a thumbs up in response as Yamaguchi licks over another new bite before lifting his head. 

“All ready in shipping,” Yamaguchi smirks before looking back down at Hinata in mild concern. “Also we use the stoplight system if at any point you need to tap out. Should have said that before, sorry.” 

The whole reason he’s saying this now as he looks down at the orange-haired boy is because of how fast the spiker had already cum and his legs were trembling like it was too much. 

“Same, and I am so freaking green.” Hinata pants, whining when Yams’ cock brushes his prostate again. “So get back down here.”

Yamaguchi smirks at the energetic spiker before looking at the other two. “I don’t care who, but one of you better be in my ass before I get Hinata screaming again, got it?”

Tsukishima snickers at the dumbfounded look on the King’s face. “Hot when he’s confident isn’t he?” 

Kageyama swallows, nodding. “Yeah, um, yeah.” He flushes as his own stumbling before looking to the blonde. “Your boyfriend, where do you want?” He mutters.

“Hmm, since he’s being like this, I kind of want to see how long you last in his mouth.” Tsukishima decides after a moment of thought, amused by how flushed the King has gotten.

Kageyama decides opening his mouth would probably just embarrass him more so just nods, crawling over to where the other two are kissing. 

Tsukishima just looks on in amusement before lubing up his cock and lining himself up with Yams’ twitching hole. He starts sliding in slowly and nods to Kageyama when Yamaguchi throws his head back to moan. 

Kageyama smirks in amusement at the little assist from the blonde before threading his fingers in green-tinted hair and resting the head of his cock in the captain’s open mouth.

Yamaguchi hums happily, opening his mouth more so that Kageyama can slide all the way in, moaning around the girth prodding at his throat as Tsukishima brushes his prostate. 

Kageyama curses, fingers tightening at the vibrations that shoot up his cock. “Shit, good boy.” He groans without thinking until he notices how Yamaguchi whines at his words, looking up at him as though begging. 

“Congrats, King.” Tsukishima groans as he bottoms out. “You found the magic words.”

“Good boYEE~?! Shit! Ahh~!” Kageyama starts to question the blonde, but the repeat of the words earns him a harder suck and a tongue playing with his slit. 

“This is pretty much the only time I can get him to respond well to praise,” Tsukishima smirks, pulling back out slowing to thrust back in as he reaches across to pet Yamaguchi’s hair. “Isn’t that right, puppy?” 

Yamaguchi whines around the cock in his mouth, relaxing his throat as he tries to encourage the setter to move. 

“Why didn’t you say that sooner?” Hinata pants from below Yams, still clinging to him best he can and letting his mouth run. “Gods, I was holding that in for nothing trying to not make you anxious, but shit Yams. So good, so thick. I feel like I’m going to go crazy. Having such a pretty human being making a mess of me? FU-AHH~! There, Yama! There! So good, Yama!” He moans out, breath hitching at the end when Yamaguchi finds his prostate and starts driving into it to get more.

“Figures the actual sun would be made for this.” Tsukishima laughs, starting to pick up speed himself. “Fuck, baby. So good, so tight. Gods, I don’t deserve you. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me you know that right? So pretty, and your freckles are so cute, and your body. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Yamaguchi, meanwhile, is red all over in embarrassment, but gods he doesn’t want it to stop. He moans around the head brushing the back of his throat, and, while he could see that Tsuki was definitely longer, it’s annoying him because he knows he should be choking around the girth in his mouth. Finally, he gets sick of it enough to shakily lift a hand up, careful to not lose balance and get fucked to the bed with Hinata, and grab Kageyama’s ass to push the dark-haired boy down his throat. 

Kageyama’s surprised yelp is quickly turned into a surprised moan as Yamaguchi forced him down his throat and he has to hold onto green locks to avoid snapping it deeper. He looks to Tsuki for translation at the single tap to his thigh that accompanies the moaning vibrating up his cock.

“He’s saying green. What do his eyes look like?” Tsukishima huffs, pounding into the moaning greenette now. 

Kageyama looks down into teary brown eyes. “BeautifUll-Ah~!” another whine seals around the head of his cock. “A-And like he’s begging.”

“He wants you to fuck his throat,” Tsuki explains, rolling his eyes. “He’s not made of glass and you are definitely damning your own ass if he gets to top you for treating him like he is.”

Kageyama looks down in horror now to see the begging replaced with mischief as a growl vibrates around the head of his cock and makes him throw his head back at the feeling. “Fuck! Right! Got it! Fuck, how do you even do that?” He rambles as he pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly picking up speed to give the greenette what he wants. 

Yamaguchi moans as best he can, trying to keep up with everything but is soon enough reduced to being used as fleshlight at both ends and a fuck machine below him. He moans as Tsukishima’s thrusts force him deeper into Hinata and on Kageyama and Kageyama’s thrusts push him back onto Tsuki. 

It doesn’t take long for the others to notice and they rearrange themselves so Yamaguchi is lying on his back, head hanging off the bed with Hinata riding him now. Any sounds he could have made are now completely cut off as Kageyama buried himself in the captain’s throat, trailing his fingers along the outside and groaning as he feels that slim throat stretched just a little. Tsuki is once again behind him, pounding into him as Hinata helps hold his legs out of the way, using them for leverage as he bounces on Yamaguchi’s cock. 

Between all of this and the constant flow of praise, it isn’t long before Yamaguchi is crying out around Kageyama’s cock and cumming hard inside Hinata who moans loudly at the feeling. Everyone freezes, waiting for him to regain some sense, but just doing that gets them a pitiful whine as Yamaguchi taps the bed once, whimpering and whining in sensitivity as everyone uses him to chase their own orgasms. 

Kageyama is the next to cum, mumbling out the question to Yamaguchi on if he should cum pull out, and moaning when Yamaguchi just holds him in place, swallowing around him. He grips the bedspread under the pinch server as he cums down his throat, and his eyes roll back as he feels the other earnestly swallowing every last drop. “Shit.” Kageyama moans, hips twitching pathetically. “So good. So good, Guchi. Shit.” He keeps mumbling praises until he eventually pulls out and flops onto the bed next to them. 

This leaves Yamaguchi free to let out broken moans as Tsukishima continues to abuse his prostate and small whimpers when they praise him. Somehow, Hinata has managed to get him half hard inside him again and he’s now weakly trying to thrust up into the heat in hopes of letting his dick off the hook sooner. 

Tsukishima is the next to cum, the clenching of Yams’ ass sending him over the edge and filling his boyfriend up as he collapses against Hinata’s back, panting heavily as he comes down from the high. Soon he’s pulling out as well, letting out a surprised noise when Kageyama pulls him over to cuddle but lets King do what he needs. 

“Wasn’t expecting you to be a cuddler?” The blonde hums as they watch Yamaguchi cry and claw at the bedsheets as  Hinata pulls another orgasm out of him “Not making fun of you, just didn’t expect it.” He assures when feels the setter tense up, combing through his hair when he relaxes again. 

“...Don’t leave.” Is the only semblance of response he gets but he nods in understanding. 

“Not even I’m that much of an asshole. Come here, how often do you get to be the little spoon?” Tsukishima huffs, barely having to manhandle the slightly shorter boy to get him into position and chuckling when he hears a sleepy thank you. “What happened to being able to keep up with Shortie?” 

“Shut up. I think your boyfriend’s throat sucked my soul out through my dick.” Kageyama mutters, batting at the blonde’s arm lightly. “And tell him to use his hands if he doesn’t want the menace to go until he passes out ‘cause he’ll come for us next.” He huffs before falling asleep on Tsukishima’s chest. 

Tsukishima looks at him in horror before looking to the others. “Jerk him off, Yams.” He warns, well aware of what the spiker’s stamina is like after three years on the court. 

Yamaguchi waste no time following instructions, reaching forward, and stroking the smaller boy best he can with his overly sensitive, uncoordinated movements, but soon enough Hinata’s hips stutter as he cums across Yamaguchi’s chest with a moan, collapsing forward into his own mess. Yamaguchi sighs in relief, holding the small spiker until he comes back to himself enough to lift himself off his captain’s dick, shivering as he feels two loads of the greenette’s cum start leaking from his ass. 

“Shit, Yama. Really made a mess of me, huh?” Hinata giggles, kissing the tired boy sweetly. 

“I would hope so with the way you were going.” Yamaguchi laughs weekly, looking at the other boys and blinking in surprise at Kageyama sleeping and curled up against Tsukishima. “Uh..?”

“Oh, YamaYama gets kind of insecure after sex so get’s clingy. I guess Tsuki was chosen.” Hinata explains, crawling over to kiss his boyfriend’s cute pouty lips before looking up at Tsuki. “Can I kiss you too?”

Tsukishima considers for a moment before shaking his head. “Not yet...thank you for asking first.” He mumbles the last part.

Hinata just grins, not looking the least bit dejected. “Of course!” He chirps before hopping off the bed. “I’ll bring the wet wipes out then. Where do you keep them?” 

“Under the sink.” Yamaguchi hums, crawling over to Tsukishima’s other side. 

“Cool, be right back!” The little ball of energy cheers, running off.

Soon enough they’re all cleaned up enough for sleep and Hinata has managed to find himself a spot curled up against Kageyama’s back. 

“Happy Birthday, Yama.” He mumbles, starting to drift off now that the day’s events have started catching up to him. 

“Happy Birthday, Yams.” Tsuki yawns into green hair, kissing his forehead.

There’s some mumbling coming from Kageyama, but they have no clue what it meant as Yamaguchi just smiles. “Thank you, guys.”

~The Next Monday~

“Hello, new Karasu-Hinata?! What the hell happened to your neck?!” Sugawara gasps from the doorway to the gym, intending to make a surprise visit, but instead finding his kohai looking like he was attacked by an animal.

The other three first years turn to Yamaguchi who looks like he’s praying for the floor to swallow him whole, face as red as a Nekoma uniform.

“Huh, why are you staring at Yamagu- Oh ho ho! The quiet one ay-Wait?! Aren’t you dating Kageyama?!” 

“Uhh, well actually all three of us are dating Yamaguchi, and we’re hoping Tsuki soon too.” Hinata chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

Sugawara is quiet for a moment before he pulls out his phone, muttering. “Goddammit, now I’ve gotta ask Daichi on a date before Yaku can find out and expose me. Nice seeing you again. Good luck at your practice game next wee-Hello, Daichi! How are you today?” Sugawara smiles as he walks out of the gym, leaving behind many confused crows.

“Wait they weren’t together already?!”

not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail. 

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come. 

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by. 

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. 

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself. 

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.” 

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod. 

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up. 

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?” 

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat. 

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now. 

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff. 

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you. 

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night. 

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts. 

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo. 

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one. 

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there. 

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though. 

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters. 

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation. 

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in. 

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all. 

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night. 

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.” 

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.” 

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone. 

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win. 

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat. 

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one. 

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question. 

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do? 

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night. 

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed. 

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end. 

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight. 

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth. 

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness. 

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks. 

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.” 

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head. 

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants. 

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue. 

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him. 

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to. 

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time. 

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding. 

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds. 

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs. 

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable. 

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye. 

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to. 

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for. 

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan. 

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise. 

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other. 

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms. 

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions. 

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps. 

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips. 

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall. 

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole. 

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify. 

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers. 

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo. 

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.” 

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass. 

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away. 

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling. 

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being. 

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan. 

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment. 

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now. 

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed. 

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi. 

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you. 

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place. 

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei. 

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come. 

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion. 

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing. 

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust. 

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching. 

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him. 

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well. 

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air. 

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks. 

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you. 

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue. 

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?” 

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm. 

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours. 

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach. 

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for. 

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does. 

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock. 

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for. 

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.” 

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it. 

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you. 

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too. 

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your song + tsukkiyama

the final climax of the delinquent!yamaguchi fic has arrived. what a perfect time to catch up on all of the drama! 

Yamaguchi’s type is……..