Headfirst Slide Into Osaka On a Horny Bet

by kurorotic (jingujiwrites)

Summary:

Tsukishima accidentally likes one of Bokuto's thirst trap photos while jerkin' it and now his (recently single) high school crush is DMing him with horny inquiries.

Notes:

• For fluorophoring.

this is for the one, the only, the king, the legendary al 💜💜💜 you asked for botsuki and u got it friendo. i've been itching to write you another fic since our lil exchange and it's always so exciting catering specifically to U. i hope ya have a wonderful birthday 🍰 and thank u for giving me the excuse to write botsuki!!! your taste is exquisite.

There were several facts that Kei knew about his friends that were entirely forced upon him against his will.

Such as Suga and Daichi’s sexual proclivities in the club room when they thought everyone else was gone, Nishinoya’s in depth experience with attempting (and succeeding...) in deep throating Asahi, and every single fucking detail of Shouyou and Tobio’s dating life. These were some of the things Kei either had thrust upon him in thanks to his own terrible timing or nobody around him knew how to shut the fuck up and had to tell the world about everything going on in their mundane lives. Kei certainly didn’t ask for any of this information and they will even drag him back into the room (or group chat) when he tries to make his exit, so he’s come to terms with this.

Just from looking at Tadashi sitting across from him he feels like he’s about to know something else that doesn’t pertain to him in the slightest and will possibly only serve to annoy him. The duo had spent the last hour and a half studying in the library and Kei’s focus fell to youtube as he needed some mindless entertainment to keep from collapsing in a puddle of boredom while Tadashi was probably skimming through social media. Kei heard his telltale squeal that typically meant he ran across some sort of juicy gossip and Kei lifted his gaze from his laptop to see that Tadashi’s attention was completely on his phone, the amused smirk on this freckled face growing wider.

“Well, what is it?”

Tadashi instantly dragged his eyes away from his phone to meet Kei’s uninterested gaze back at him, “you don’t know yet?”

“Does it look like I know?”

“Mmm... I doubt you’ll care about it,” Tadashi lightly shrugged as Kei narrowed his eyes.

“You literally made that noise whenever you see drama,” Kei said, “just tell me.”

“Tsukki knows me so well,” Tadashi grinned as Kei just rolled his eyes in response, “how about you guess what it is?”

“Or I’ll just look it up myself,” Kei went to reach for his phone, but his friend was unsettlingly faster with snatching it up from beside his laptop, “... seriously?”

“Three guesses! I’ll give you a hint, it’s a break up,” Tadashi lowered his voice in such a dramatic manner that Kei could only scoff at.

“You’re right, I won’t give a shit about another youtuber break up,” Kei said, but Tadashi shook his head, “... was it between our friends?”

“Yeah!” Tadashi’s excitement managed to startle the girls who were sitting at the table across the aisle and he quickly apologized, “I’ll grant you three more guesses.”

“Shou and Tobio,” Kei replied without missing a beat.

“Pff, as if, they’re way too obsessed with each other,” Tadashi said, “although I supposed the same could’ve been said for this couple...”

“That was kind of a throwaway guess,” Kei murmured as he briefly considered what Tadashi followed up with, “Iwaizumi and Oikawa?”

“Somewhat close...” Tadashi rubbed his chin in brief thought, “they seem to still be going strong despite being in two different hemispheres.”

“Can’t go a single day without seeing them being gross and in love on fucking twitter,” Kei clicked his tongue as Tadashi chuckled as the obvious disgust on his tone, “who else has an unhealthy attachment to their partner?”

“I can probably draw up a list if you give me five minutes.”

Kei rolled through the possibilities in his head, almost all of their friends were in a relationship as he was seemingly surrounded by high school sweethearts. Tadashi seemed like the natural match for him as everyone in their closer circle would loudly proclaim, but his best friend had his eyes set on one of the cats at Nekoma. Kei’s own interest lay in someone that would never have the chance to be with, let alone even look at him in that fashion since he was taken.

“I’ll say...” Kei pursed his lips with Tadashi’s expectant gaze on him, “... Tendou and Ushijima?”

“Do they even count as our friends?” Tadashi blurted out, completely unable to hold in his laugh that had the other girls glaring in their direction, “but hey, points for thinking outside of the box.”

“I’m not that invested in this,” Kei murmured, “Daichi is like, two seconds away from proposing to Suga, Noya and Asahi are somewhere in Germany together, and Tanaka just managed to get Kiyoko to say yes to him after years of pestering her.”

“So you don’t want to know the answer then? Okay,” Tadashi said, showing no intention of handing Kei his phone back to him.

“For fucks sake,” Kei groaned, “yes, I want to know, stop acting like a brat.”

The smug smile that Tadashi sported only annoyed him further, but now his curiosity had a stake in this and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he found out just who, “first, answer one question.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Kei sighed as yet again those girls went to hush them, “you guys can move if you’re so fucking bothered.”

Tadashi did not try to hold back his laugh as they were taken aback by his blatant rudeness and he’s sure one of them said something about getting the librarian. 

“Okay, okay... so like, you know how you have a huge crush on Bokuto?” 

“Had, it’s in the past now,” Kei corrected him.

“Oh yes, lost in the hidden caverns of last week when you were drooling over one of his spiking compilation videos,” Tadashi went on as Kei was resisting the urge to strangle him where he sat, “well, you totally have a chance now.”

“What?” Kei said, “okay now you’re willingly fucking with me.”

“Dead serious, Kei,” Tadashi finally showed Kei his phone and he was welcome to an instagram post by Akaashi that heavily alluded to the two having been broken up. There were a few comments wishing him well and all that typical bullshit people say whenever there's a break up, but it still took Kei a few moments to actually process that. Bokuto and Akaashi didn’t even cross his mind when he was going through the laundry list of couples in his head, they were the idolized match that everyone loved and assumed were going to get hitched first if Daichi and Suga didn’t beat them to it.

“Didn’t see that one coming at all,” Kei said as Tadashi slid his phone back over, “I wonder why they broke up.”

“Dude same, but I haven’t seen anything,” Tadashi said, “and you don’t really talk to him anymore, do you?”

“Not since he graduated,” Kei noticed that Akaashi had left the few group chats they shared with Bokuto as he scrolled through his phone, “he’s ditched every chat too.”

“Damn, it must’ve been serious,” Tadashi said, “you think Kenma would know?”

“Probably, they were always closer,” Kei replied as he checked their apathy group chat to see the last message was sent some months ago. Kei and Kenma were more active in their gaming chat that Akaashi wasn’t a part of since he didn’t have much time for them anymore. He half expected Atsumu to be yelling about the surprise break up in here, but alas... there was just a meme pic that Kunimi sent fifteen minutes earlier after they planned their raid for tonight.

Maybe Kei would find out the finer details then because he honestly has no idea what could’ve caused them to break up, although due to his... long standing crush, he chose to ignore anything about the couple. His jealousy of Akaashi could easily be disguised by his standoffish and asocial behavior, so most didn’t look too deeply into him distancing himself once he didn’t exactly have to speak to the setter. This did spawn other thoughts however as Tadashi and Kei left the library to go grab dinner before heading back to their apartment for the evening. 

Bokuto was taken from the very moment that met at training camp, even if they weren’t officially dating, Akaashi already staked his claim much like Kenma’s on Kuroo. Kei wasn’t stupid enough to attempt inserting himself in the middle of those two lovesick owls and settled on shoving all his feelings neatly into a box. His own friendship with Bokuto was... there, his senpai would message him completely out of the blue to check on him and make sure Kei was doing swell in life, but they didn’t really talk beyond that.

It was harder to shun Bokuto out of his life when his heart still skipped a beat whenever he saw Bokuto on his timeline or streamed the MSBY games in his totally free time, not clearing his schedule at all. Kei had come to terms with longing for him from afar, despite how irritating the very concept was, he would allow himself the small sparks of joy that came with seeing Bokuto in any form. This didn’t impede him in his own love life, he hooked up with a few people in high school and his last relationship ended a couple months back, but he couldn’t help himself from comparing them to Bokuto.

It was dumb, it was silly, it was never going to happen because Bokuto and Akaashi were destined to grow old together... except apparently not. Of course he had to remind himself there was still a chance of them getting back together, like they just ended it... feelings can’t disappear that quickly unless one of them royally fucked up. Kei was cursing himself for not paying more attention, there were probably obvious signs that he missed and what, then he’d be rooting for them to split?

Kei was hoping to get his answers as their friends met up for their raid night on Haikyuu Quest, but they’d been bullshitting around for half an hour on voice call and if no one else was going to bring up the giant owl in the room then so be it.

“Atsumu, why did Bokuto and Akaashi break up?” Kei asked once there was a brief lull in their conversation, they’d all run this raid enough times to do it blind so this was clearly a great time to bring it up.

“Why are ya askin’ me?!” 

“Because you’re friends with Bokuto and Kenma obviously isn’t going to spill.”

“Yeah ‘Sumu, give us all the juicy details,” Suna egged him on, “you don’t call yourself the gossip king for nothin’.”

“Mmm... it is a bit weird we’ve been ignoring that,” Kunimi spoke up, “very curious.”

“See, the audience is hungry to know,” Kei said.

“Fuck all of ya’ guys, I should let ya’ all tank this shit yourselves,” Atsumu grumbled, “and for ya’ fuckin’ nosey ass information, they broke up a month ago and ‘Kaashi decided to up and tell the world now.”

“A month?!” Suna said, “weren’t they together at Omi’s birthday party?”

“Keeping up appearances, ya know,” Atsumu replied, “don’t ask me why they broke up, I still don’t know that shit, maybe Kenken can fill us in.”

“Sorry to break your hearts, but I don’t know either,” Kenma replied, much to the disappointed sighs of everyone else in the call, “Keiji kinda... distanced himself from all of us after they split, and I’ve just avoided the topic when we do talk.”

“Lame,” Suna declared, “I only came to this raid for the tea and it’s fuckin’ frozen.”

“Ditto, I’m leaving now,” Kunimi replied.

“Oi, we have two more rooms to clear ya’ asshats,” Atsumu said, “I want to know why Tsukki is askin’ anyway, you never give a shit about this.”

“I still don’t, I’m just tired of us dancing around the obvious,” Kei cooly replied, “but we can get back to talking about the ever important love island.”

“It’s because Kei is still crushing on Koutarou,” Kenma said as that certainly got a reaction out of them all, “don’t deny it because I have the texts as proof.”

“Fuck you Kenma,” Kei clicked his tongue as he heard Atsumu and Suna’s combined obnoxious laughs, “it’s not as if I can do anything about it.”

“Sure ya’ can, take the first train to Osaka and ride that dick,” Atsumu barely managed through his laughing, “man, I never thought Bokkun was your type.”

“Oh he loves them thick,” Kenma said, “there was a very brief Daichi thigh period...”

“Have every single one of you forgotten that I’m your sole healer?” Kei said as the entire call was filled with laughter, “oh, there goes Suna and Kenma will probably be next...”

“Hey, hey don’t let us wipe now!” Atsumu huffed, “ya’ know we’re just fuckin’ with ya’, you should totally fuck ‘im if ya’ wanna.”

“Don’t be scared, Kei,” Kenma teased.

“Says the guy who still hasn’t confessed to Kuroo despite crushing on him since middle school?” Kei flatly responded and he was sure that thump was the sound of Suna falling off of his chair, “I’ll hit up Bokuto the day you stop being a coward.”

“Kuro has never looked at me in that way, or else he would’ve said something instead of hooking up with half the campus,” the bitterness in Kenma’s tone was telling, “Koutarou on the other hand... he’s only been with Keiji.”

“Which means there’s probably still tons of feelings and baggage there that I don’t want to deal with, they’ll wind up back together anyway,” Kei replied, ignoring the slight pit forming in this stomach, “I’m not putting myself through that.”

“No one is telling you to get married to him,” Suna snorted, “just fulfill your silly high school dream of fucking your senpai, damn.”

“Seriously, are ya’ in love with Bokkun?” Atsumu snickered, “I mean, I don’t blame ya’, he’s easy to fall for.”

“I’m so inclined to block every single of you once I’m free of this god forsaken dungeon,” Kei grumbled.

“Don’t back out now, yer the one who was so curious , Tsukki~”

“Kuroo and Bokuto are both single, so I don’t see why either of you are holding back,” Kunimi said, “just fuck them and get it over with.”

“Exactly! It’s only dick, stop overthinking it,” Suna replied, “also we need to pay attention for like five minutes or else the timer is going to wreck us.”

Kei bit down his next response as he focused on keeping this stupid party alive, they still had four other dungeons to run over this one, so maybe it was better that everything was out in the air now. No one seemed outwardly opposed to him going after Bokuto, not that he’d care if he so wished to, but... there really was nothing stopping him from doing so. The distance was one factor, but he could overlook a long train ride if it meant getting to bury his cock into Bokuto’s ass... oh man that box was spilling every single dirty fantasy he’d had about his senpai.

Once they did get their act together, they killed the final boss in the dungeon and began to get ready for the next dungeon in line. Kei opened up a private chat with Kenma in game while they were waiting on Suna to get back from refilling his snacks.

 

Meganesaur >>> Kodzuken

Meganesaur: okay to be serious for like, a minute, you think it’s a good idea?

Kodzuken: to fuck kou? Yeah. 

Unless u have deeper feelings for him.

Meganesaur: I don’t.

I think.

Idk he’s been w/ Akaashi for so long I never let myself think about it.

Kodzuken: fair lol

I don’t think they’re getting back together tbh

Meganesaur: and you really don’t know why they broke up?

Kodzuken: kou dumped keiji

Ik tetsu has more info but I guess it was pretty bad cuz he won’t say anything

Meganesaur: hmmmm 

Okay

Then if I go after Bokuto, you have to get off your ass too

Kodzuken: rude

Meganesaur: ;)

 

...

 

Kei only remembered the existence of his private instagram when he needed to rant about something and had an aesthetic picture to match, in this case it was a strawberry cheesecake he’d eaten today with Tadashi over lunch. He dropped down in his head after grabbing his headphones from his desk and went to flip through one of his playlists to get into the ranty writing mood. It didn’t strike him as often as one may assume, after graduating high school and moving in with Tadashi, there was only so much Kei cared to expend energy towards and thus, less reason to complain.

However after being stuck in the worst group for this project, boy he had so much to bitch about once they turned it all in and Tadashi definitely heard the majority of it, but Kei still needed to get it all out there for his like, thirty something followers.

Or so he thought.

Kei was instantly met with a video posted by Bokuto, immediately drawing his eyes to that prominent chest as he seemed to be sitting out by a pool? Kei’s finger was tapping the video before his brain could even tell him not to and his eyes were welcomed with whatever english rap song was playing off in the background. Bokuto grabbed Atsumu (also notably shirtless) by the shoulder and they were drunkenly tripping over the lyrics, but Kei’s attention was solely on Bokuto’s body.

God bless this man's dedication to the gym.

He vaguely remembered Atsumu mentioning in passing that they were throwing a pool party this weekend and Kei recognized a few of the other voices that popped up, plus Kuroo and Sakusa, who was yanked in by the former, appeared in the video too. Kei’s eyes flickered away from Bokuto’s tits for just a moment to see the beaming, joyful smile on his senpai’s face as he definitely got all of those lyrics wrong, but he was too drunk to care. Kei allowed himself the privilege of replaying the video a... few more times, eventually remembering that yes, Bokuto has an entire profile full of other pictures and videos to possibly drool at.

To be fair he also avoided it for obvious reasons, but it seemed Bokuto deleted every trace of his ex from the quick skim Kei did... as well as all of the thirst traps he posted in high school, but that was probably for good reason. Still, there was plenty for Kei to feast on as Bokuto remained a fan of posting very slutty pictures of himself that didn’t see the light of day on his main accounts. Kei’s other hand was dropping onto his crotch, feeling out the bulge in his shorts as he scrolled through the many shirtless pictures of Bokuto Koutarou.

One that specifically caught his eye was Bokuto still laying in bed, the morning light shining on his muscled body as the bedsheets pooled dangerously low around his waist. His spiked hair was down and he wore a dopey, just woke up kind of smile that went straight to Kei’s gay heart... and quickly to his cock as the last picture in the set was the wing spiker grabbing his cock over the sheets. The caption was something about having to take care of himself before he went to class and it was posted a little over two weeks ago.

There were more than a few thirsty comments, people that Kei didn’t know nor did he ever care to, but no sign of Akaashi that set him in a better mood. It’d been a week since everyone found out about their break up and Kei hadn’t been able to get Bokuto off of his mind since then. There were countless others likely thinking the same exact thing he was and how long would it be until someone else snatched him up for themselves, Bokuto was so friendly and thinking of him with anyone else?

Infuriating.

Kei exposed his cock to the air before going to nab the bottle of lube sitting on his nightstand, then squeezed a glob onto the palm of his hand and wrapped his long fingers around it. This photo set in particular had him wondering how it’d be to wake up to Bokuto’s sleeping face in the morning... to kiss and bite his thick body while he was sound asleep. He looked like a heavy sleeper, could probably finger him open nice and slow before sliding your cock in and fucking him awake, that would be the dream... using Bokuto’s ass however he wanted, whenever he wanted. 

Bokuto’s soft moans as he wakes up to Kei pounding into him from above, fuck , he’d make such a cute sleepy and confused face ‘til he realizes what’s hitting him. Tsukki... ! he’d scramble for purchase on Kei’s shoulders, his only instinct being to take whatever Kei is giving him. Bokuto would beg for Kei to fuck him harder, to cum inside of him and make him feel whole and used like a good boy.

“Bokuto...” Kei softly moaned as his release spilled from his cock, the picture of a sleepy, smiley Bokuto looking back at him. Maybe he should shut off his brain and treat it like a usual grindr hookup... eh, okay he never cared to message those guys after getting it in. Bokuto would be... different, possibly... maybe... why was he even thinking about this, he came to instagram for a completely fucking different reason!

 

You have (2) new messages from b1g_h00t_h00t

 

Kei stared back at the notification as he’d just penned his rant and hit post, intending on wasting the rest of his night with HQ Quest. Why was Bokuto messaging him? 

 

B1g_h00t_h00t >>> ichigorex

B1g_h00t_hoot: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

What’s my cute kouhai doin’ liking my pics?

 

What.

Kei backed out of the DM to see that cursed red heart underneath the post he just jacked off to fifteen minutes ago. 

 

Ichigorex >>> b1g_h00t_h00t

Ichigorex: accident.

B1g_h00t_h00t: uh huh

But you were looking 🥰

Ichigorex: I was scrolling a little before I went on a rant, yes.

B1g_h00t_h00t: thru my profile?

Ichigorex: Obviously.

Anyway, it was an accident as I said.

Thank you for notifying me, now I will unlike it.

B1g_h00t_h00t: NOOOO

): I was so happy to see u like it

Don’t take that away from your beloved senpai!!

Ichigorex: Wouldn’t you prefer a legitimate like over an accidental one?

B1g_h00t_h00t: ........... true.

I’ll post something that you WILL like, Tsuki 😤😤😤

Ichigorex: why do you even care?

B1g_h00t_h00t: because its fun!! 

And it’s you, you’re like the MOST stubborn person ever

If I can get 1 like out of you, I’ll be happy for the rest of my days.

Ichigorex: You’ll only be wasting your time.

But goodluck.

B1g_h00t_h00t: hehe you know I love a good challenge!!

 

...

 

It took three days for Bokuto to earn that single like, the older man was serious about this challenge and had his ammunition ready from the jump, much to Kei’s surprise and delight. 

The first picture was your usual bathroom selfie, only a small towel that barely managed to cover up what Bokuto was packing underneath and while Kei had never shared a locker room with Bokuto, there wasn’t much doubt as to his size. His dirty fantasies set off once again as he stroked his cock and imagined Bokuto bent over the bathroom sink, forced to look in the mirror while Kei was pounding into him from behind. He wanted to rip that flimsy towel off of his gorgeous body and get an eyeful of that big cock, knowing full well it’d be deemed useless once they were in bed together... but Kei would be nice enough to give it some attention with his tongue.

Bokuto posted another picture the day after, one in his MSBY uniform with those damned compression sleeves and all, drawing so much attention to his muscular, thick thighs that were molded by the gods themselves. Kei would never admit this outloud, although Tadashi likely already knew just how much time he spent staring at Bokuto’s thighs and wishing he could fuck them. A better idea came to mind when his gaze shifted to his Sendai Frogs uniform that was hanging up in the closest, Bokuto... probably wouldn’t be able to fit his size however... those bulging pectorals...

The picture that nearly brought Kei to his knees was posted far earlier than usual, as in when he was walking to his next class with Tadashi in a rather cheerful mood right next to him. 

“What are you so happy about?”

“I’m so glad you asked, Tsukki~” Tadashi beamed up at him, “I have a date this Friday!”

“... okay?” Kei replied.

“Guess who it is-”

“No,” Kei flatly responded as he was met with a freckled pout, but he was not going to budge on this because he’d lost track of just how many dates his best friend went on. It seemed entering university did wonders for his self esteem and he was always going out somewhere with their friends. Kei very much enjoyed that for Tadashi, especially when he referred guys in Kei’s direction and no one knew his personal taste better than him.

“It’s Tora!” 

“Huh... did he figure out his straight guy bullshit or are you willingly setting yourself up?” Kei asked.

“We’ve been talking and flirting and you know all of that,” Tadashi made a vague hand gesture and Kei was grateful for the sparse details, “and he really wants to see me so he can try some stuff out... and I don’t really mind because it’s better me than some random guy, you know?”

“Fair enough, but you also still have a massive crush on him,” Kei replied as Tadashi’s smile slightly faltered, “I’m just saying, be careful... I don’t want you falling for another straight guy, again.”

“He is the original straight guy that had my heart, thank you very much,” Tadashi playfully huffed, “but really... I know what I’m doing, I won’t expect anything... I’m just happy that I can help him out.”

“You’ll be very helpful in determining his bisexuality, I’m sure,” Kei pulled his phone out of his pocket as they neared the classroom buildings, his thumb automatically tapping on instagram just out of habit, “oh fuck-”

“Hm?” Tadashi peered right over to see the picture that had Kei cursing, “ oh wow, senpai looks sexy in a skirt.”

“Shit, I’ve lost,” Kei murmured, tapping through to see the other two photos attached and god damn why was Bokuto posting these in the middle of the afternoon. He managed to check off all of Kei’s boxes while wearing a tiny skirt that stood no chance at covering his thighs, lifting it up for whoever was taking the picture from behind him. The last picture had Bokuto sitting on his knees in bed, looking like a coy slut with his fingers in his mouth and a hand toying with the brim of the skirt, was he wearing anything underneath?

“I have to...”

“Jerk off?”

“... go to class and then jerk off, yes,” Kei clicked his tongue as Tadashi just giggled, they then split their separate ways and Kei was quick to shoot off a message to Bokuto.

 

Ichigorex >>> b1g_h00t_h00t

Ichigorex: Who took those pictures?

B1g_h00t_h00t: YOU LIKED THEM! 

HAHA I DID IT! 

Kouhai approval 🥰

Ichigorex: Congratulations.

Now I have a boner before class starts.

B1g_h00t_h00t: YESSSSS

Ichigorex: You didn’t answer my question.

B1g_h00t_h00t: a friend :)

There’s also a video attached if you want it 💞

Ichigorex: I do...

B1g_h00t_h00t: then call me tonight, I’ll be home after 10 😘

 

Kei bit the inside of his cheek, he was seriously going to do this, wasn’t he? 

 

...

 

Kei definitely wasn’t checking the clock every two minutes as the time neared, this was just a completely normal thing that would usually lead to a hookup if Bokuto wasn’t hours away. He shouldn’t be this nervous, he knew what he was doing and Bokuto was obviously experienced enough so this should go off just fine... it’ll go smoothly, Kei is smooth. He pinched the bridge of his nose at how ridiculous he sounded in his head, he needed to treat Bokuto like he would anyone else, just fuck him and leave it at that... no commitments, bury those feelings.

His phone ringing just a minute after ten brought him out of his thoughts and there was an old photo from training camp on display, just Bokuto giving a peace sign before handing Kei his phone back. Kei spent way too long staring at that particular photo that night and perhaps that’s when the crush on his senpai was solidified, Bokuto was all he could think about as they rode back up to Sendai. Those bright smiles, the way he said Kei’s name, his utter determination on the court to prove himself as Fukurodani’s ace... Kei would’ve done anything to be in Akaashi’s place at that time.

And well, now he was out of the picture.

“Hello Bokuto,” Kei said as he answered the phone and settled back against the pillows on his bed, his dick was already twitching in anticipation of what may happen.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s my favorite kouhai!” Bokuto’s energy levels were just as high as Kei fondly remembered, even when it was on the later side of the evening.

“I thought that was Shouyou?” 

“... my second favorite kouhai!” Bokuto replied as Kei automatically rolled his eyes, as if Bokuto was there to see it, “actually no, you two can share the top spot.”

“What if I don’t want to share and prefer to keep you all to myself?” Kei responded, he could hear the slight hitch in Bokuto’s breath, “I might be disappointed to find out that you’re sending nudes to everyone you’ve mentored.”

“I’m not!” Bokuto exclaimed, then followed up with a much quieter voice, “you’re the only one I’m doing this for.”

“Oh yeah? I’m curious as to why I’m the one who caught your attention, senpai,” Kei’s nerves eased away with each word that left his lips, he felt confident in possibly knowing what’d bring Bokuto to his knees.

“Uhm...” Bokuto seemed taken off guard by the question, Kei kind of wanted to see if he was blushing, “I think... just knowing that you were lurking my profile and looking at me over everyone else, that you wanted me ... I wasn’t going to pass up on that.”

“Bold of you I’ll say,” Kei replied, “now you said you had a video for me?”

“That I do... and I wanted to see you touch yourself to it,” Bokuto said, “if that’s okay with you, I mean you don’t have to.”

“I will if I deem it good enough,” Kei replied, as if he wasn’t going to choke his fucking dick within the first two seconds of hitting play, “send it to me.”

“Doing it now~!” Bokuto’s upbeat attitude managed to have his cock straining in his boxers, god he could hear Atsumu and Suna taunting him in his head. He hit the button to accept the request for a video chat, then went to check their text thread to see the video waiting for him. 

“Tsukki, it’s dark!” 

“Give me a minute,” Kei murmured as he reached over to flick on the lamp on his bedside drawer, he wasn’t too worried about his appearance as he showered and just tossed on one of his older sleeping shirts, “are you happy now, you impatient owl.”

“Yes, I get to see your cute face,” fuck Bokuto's smile was like a rod of lightning straight to Kei’s heart, he was also just... completely shirtless, what did Kei actually expect here? 

“Are you naked?” Kei asked, Bokuto responding in kind by slowly drawing the camera downwards and giving Kei the ultimate money shot of his squirtle patterned pajamas.

“Got’cha.”

“Rude,” Kei mused as he went off to play the video now, “I’m still curious about who filmed you.”

“Why, did you wish it was you instead?”

“I’m not very into sharing,” Kei simply replied as the video opened with Bokuto sitting on his knees, but this time there was a dildo in his hand that was being brought up to his lips. The cameraperson said nothing as Bokuto was dragging his wet tongue up the shaft of the toy, then wrapping his lips around the head and looking right into the camera with doe eyes. Kei never... ever thought it’d be possible to see Bokuto make an expression like that, the man was the very definition of just loud and aggressive and obnoxious, not this ... 

“Is that what you like, Tsukishima?” Bokuto’s low voice had Kei biting his cheek as his hand trailed down to slide into his boxers, “you’ve deemed me worthy so fast.”

“Hush,” Kei murmured, he was drawn in once more by Bokuto taking the entire toy down his mouth, how could he even try to deny himself given the show he was getting?

“I was thinking about you the whole time,” Kei curled his fingers around his cock as Bokuto spoke, “what I could do to impress my stubborn kouhai.”

“I’d never be opposed to you sucking my cock like that,” Kei replied, the filter in his brain being lowered by the second, “I’d love to fuck your face.”

“Show me, I wanna see your cock,” there was a hint of a whine on Bokuto’s voice that Kei softly smirked at.

“You think you deserve that, senpai?” Kei saw the visible effect that had on Bokuto as he quickly nodded, his own hand was obviously doing something out of the camera frame, “begging your kouhai to show you his cock, what a pervert.”

“Please? I’ve been good.”

Kei uttered a curse under his breath, it seemed Bokuto was also learning what buttons to push, “you’re like an excited puppy, I give you one treat and you’re jumping all over me.”

“Oh... is that bad?” Bokuto asked, his shoulders beginning to slump, “I really don’t mean to push you.”

“What, no it’s fine,” Kei quickly replied as he did not want this mood to be ruined, “I like that about you.”

Bokuto’s golden eyes lit up, “really?”

“Really... I can understand how that came off though...” Kei said, “so if that bothers you just... let me know.”

“Mmm... I liked it too,” Bokuto nodded, “I wanna be your puppy.”

“Don’t say it like that...” Kei murmured, hoping the blush wouldn’t show on his cheeks as Bokuto’s soft smile grew smug from witnessing Kei’s reaction, “shit...”

The video was at the halfway mark now, Bokuto was sitting up against the very same pillows that were behind him now and fucking himself with the dildo. Kei’s hand was going purely on horny instinct as he stroked himself faster, enamored with how Bokuto’s hole swallowed up that thick toy with ease. 

“You know how to take a fake cock real well, huh?” Kei lowered his phone to bring his lap into view, “can you handle a real one, Bokuto?”

“Fuck,” Bokuto blurted out, bringing down his phone as well to show the affect that Kei was having on him, “I know I can, I want it so badly, I want you.”

“Such a good puppy, preparing himself for me,” Kei said as he tapped to close the video, he’d rather watch what he has in real time, “I’ve thought of fucking you a dozen different ways by now...”

“Tsukki...” Bokuto moaned, his hips bucking up into his fist now, fuck Kei couldn’t ask for a better view... his longtime crush already appearing so debauched in front of him. He had half a mind to fuck off to the train station first thing in the morning to fulfil his dream of fucking Bokuto into the mattress, Bokuto obviously needed him so badly . This would have to do for now, just desperately jerking his cock while holding his phone and wishing he was grasping onto those hips while fucking into him instead.

“Cum for me, Bokuto,” Kei said as he felt his own climax quickly rising, “be a good puppy...”

He heard his name spill out from the older man’s lips as ropes of semen hit his stomach and part of his chest, thus tipping Kei right off the edge with him. How is it that was better than the last fuck he had? His eyes met Bokuto’s now... cute shy gaze as he seemed to be realizing what he just did.

“You okay there?”

“Yeah!” Bokuto answered quickly, “I mean um... I’ve never done that with someone who wasn’t... you know.”

“Oh...” Kei nodded, so he was the first guy Bokuto kind of hooked up with after their break up? His heart swelled with a bit of pride... there had to be dozens of people chasing after Bokuto’s affections and Kei was the one he went for. 

“Did I just make this weird? Tetsu said I shouldn’t bring up my ex and then I did it anyway and-”

“Relax, Bo, it’s not like he’s a stranger to me,” Kei said, “just... don’t make it a habit right after we’ve come together.”

“Right... right,” Bokuto nodded, “you want to do this again, then?”

“Preferably in real life, but I’ll take what I can get,” Kei said, “this is just a... casual thing though, I’m not looking to fill in the rebound spot.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t do that to you,” a foreign feeling rose within Kei as he heard how earnest Bokuto sounded, he wanted to hug him, “I’m not looking for anything more than that either... I’m not ready for another relationship, not yet...”

“Good...” a subtle twinge tugged at Kei’s heart that he deftly pushed aside, “so I’ll... talk to you later?”

“Definitely!” 

Kei thought he’d be thinking of Bokuto’s heavy cock being stroked by those calloused hands, but instead that easy smile he flashed Kei just before hanging up lingered on his mind.

 

...

 

You have (1) new text notification from Kenma!

 

Kenma >>> Kei

Kenma: I’m going to Osaka next Friday and staying ‘til Sunday night, wanna come with?

Kei: Are you finally going to fuck Kuroo?

Kenma: it’s a yes or no question, Tsukishima.

Kei: loooooooooooool

Yeah... yeah sure I’ll go.

Kenma: cool

Kou won’t know you’re coming btw

Kei: he seems like the type that thrives on surprises

Kenma: yep

As for Kuro

I might have something in mind...

Kei: Details.

Kenma: well

Ugh

Fuck

Kei: Solid planning.

Kenma: stfu I’ve never done this before

Kei: Asking someone on a date or fucking them?

Kenma: both.

Kei: I’m willing to lend my assistance.

Kenma: why can I envision your smug smile.

Kei: 😉

But really, I’ll help you.

Kenma: mmmmmmmk

So I really want him to make the first move...

 

Kei stretched out his long legs in front of him as they were one stop away from their destination, Kenma had fallen asleep on his shoulder at some point in their five hour train ride. Bokutou was texting Kei throughout as he had been since their tryst two weeks ago, but he was still ignorant as to Kei coming up to see him and he had to tamper down his own excitement. He definitely knew Bokuto as a very chatty texter back when they were in high school and the random times he’d hit up Kei afterwards, but now they were chatting late into the night almost daily.

Kei did not do this with anyone else, certainly not anyone he sought to fuck then ditch and even the thought of leaving Bokuto on read hadn’t entered his mind. He liked waking up to Bokuto’s good morning texts and all the rambling he’d do about his day, practically giving Kei a play by play on everything he did. It was cute... although he’s sure Bokuto was this talkative with anyone who was willing to listen and maybe after they fooled around Bokuto would find someone else to mess with.

That was the goal after all, just getting it in once to achieve fucking his hot senpai then... leaving it as is, nothing more, neither of them wanted that. Kei nudged Kenma awake as he had to remind himself this was going to be a one time thing , besides he wasn’t desperate enough to hop on the train every weekend just to see Bokuto. Tadashi on the other hand seemed to be going out of his way to spend as much time with Yamamoto as he could, he came with Kei on the way to Tokyo and left to head off to his place.

Kei was still wary about that arrangement... but they were both adults. Kei couldn’t protect Tadashi from stupid decisions forever, he could only hope they’d end up together or he’d be comforting Tadashi in a few months time. His best friend was noticeably happier in recent weeks though, he wasn’t going to trample over that by being negative... but he still couldn’t help worrying.

Kei followed Kenma off of the train and onto the platform where Kuroo was posted up on a wall just opposite of them. He had that same lovelorn smile that Kei remembered seeing at their training camp and several matches played between them, how Kenma couldn’t tell the obvious just confused him. Kei hung back as the two best friends hugged it out, Kenma mentioned that he hadn’t seen Kuroo in person since the new year and he wasn’t going to rush their reunion.

It did make him wish that Bokuto was here... how would he react to seeing Kei?

“Tsukki?” Kuroo just seemed to take notice of the surrounding world as his arms were still wrapped around Kenma’s waist, “... what’cha doin’ here?”

“Kou reasons,” Kenma supplied.

“Oh... oh ... so very interesting,” Kei was not sure what to make of that odd, sly grin that appeared across Kuroo’s lips, “Koutarou will be super excited to see ya, he won’t shut up about you.”

“I’m not sure if I want to know what he’s been saying,” Kei replied, knowing well that half their conversations were just flirting back and forth that transpired into phone sex.

“Only positive things,” Kuroo winked, his arm sliding up to rest around Kenma’s shoulders, “let’s get goin’ boys!”

Good to see that Kuroo hasn’t changed a single bit since graduating, not even the way he pulled Kenma in close to his side and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Again, how were they not dating already, maybe they simply hadn’t realized it yet. Kei would probably be more annoyed about this if he wasn’t guaranteed a first class ticket into Bokuto’s bed at the cost of being around these two oblivious cats.

The ride back to Kuroo and Bokuto’s apartment was short, allowing Kei to quietly prepare himself for seeing Bokuto. The last time they were even in the same room was... Shouyou’s going away party, he invited literally everyone to see him out before he went to Brazil and that was one hell of a party. Kei never had a reason to go this far south otherwise, of course dick would be fueling his decision to actually leave Sendai and go on a trip.

He kind of couldn’t wait to tell Atsumu and Suna that he actually did it.

“Koutarou, we’re back.”

Kei lingered in the doorway as it took no longer than a few seconds for Bokuto to pop up from the hallway and bulls charge his way straight to Kenma, hoisting him up and into a tight hug. The small gamer knew there was little point in resisting and allowed Bokuto to smother him in a hug, Kei expected this to happen just given how close they were, yet there was something simmering inside as he saw the way Bokuto smiled at Kenma. It was soft, knowing, affectionate... it should be directed at Kei.

Those thoughts were rapidly derailed as Bokuto broke his gaze on Kenma to notice the blond still standing in the doorway, his jaw dropping at Kei’s presence, “Tsukki?! You’re here, I didn’t know you were coming! Tetsu, did you know?!”

“Not ‘til he stepped off the train, no,” Kuroo’s amused smile would’ve irked Kei if not for Bokuto bounding on over to him, “can’t say I’ve ever ridden a train for hours just for a booty call.”

“There’s a first for everything, isn’t that right, Kenma?” 

“Oya, who are you coming down here to fuck, is it Atsumu?” Kuroo said as Kenma just glared daggers back at Kei, “he may be great at video games, but he doesn’t deserve you like that.”

“Why did you jump to Atsumu?” Kenma asked, “... I guess thinking about it-”

Kei turned his attention back to Bokuto standing in front of him, apparently just taking him in, “hi, Bokuto.”

“Hi, Tsukishima~” Bokuto’s grin was not making his heart race, “did you really come all the way down here just to... fuck me?”

Bokuto whispered those last two words as if everyone in the room didn’t already know of Kei’s main objective, “yeah, but we don’t have to if you’d rather just hang out... I don’t mind.”

“No, I want to, I really... really want to now,” Bokuto took his lower lip between his teeth as his eyes raked over Kei’s body, “I’ve just never... been this spontaneous when it comes to hooking up.”

“Don’t overthink it,” Kei reached out to trace his fingers along Bokuto’s arm as he brought his lips to his ear, “I’ll take care of everything.”

“I feel like I should be the one saying that to you...” Bokuto murmured, “I’m the senpai here.”

“And yet, I’ll bet I’m the one with more experience,” Kei wrapped his slender fingers around Bokuto’s wrist, “show me to your bedroom, unless you want those two watching me make an utter mess of you.”

“Tsukki...” Bokuto softly murmured, a blush prominent on his cheeks, “I’m... you’re too much.”

“Am I?” Kei’s smirk quickly had Bokuto turning away to lead Kei down the hallway and into his bedroom that was the first door on the right. 

“Sorry if it’s messy, I wasn’t expecting- mmph!”

Kei pressed him up against the floor, their lips slotting together with ease as Bokuto soon melted into the aggressive kiss, Kei couldn’t hold back much longer now that he had Bokuto in the flesh. He rested a possessive hand on Bokuto’s neck as he dipped his tongue into Bokuto’s mouth, he wanted to do a million things to Bokuto right now , at the top of his list was making Bokuto scream on his cock. Kei didn’t care if the neighbors heard or if the other not-couple would bitch at him later, he’d been wanting this since he was fifteen and first laid eyes on Bokuto.

“Not used to someone else taking charge?” Kei asked, trailing kisses down the column of Bokuto’s neck.

“No, I mean... yes, but... I can’t think when it’s you,” Bokuto said as Kei felt strong hands squeeze his waist, “I thought you were just... my cute kouhai, not some kind of sex demon.”

“I haven’t even gotten my dick in you yet and you’re already complimenting me,” Kei licked a wet stripe up Bokuto’s neck, “I just know what I want and right now, that’s you taking my cock. Is that what you’re down for?”

Bokuto’s brief silence had Kei pulling back to see the hint of indecisiveness on his face, he’s more hesitant that Kei would’ve assumed him to be in the bedroom, “I’m fine with doing it however you’re comfortable with, Bokuto... but I’ll admit it’s been awhile since I’ve bottomed...”

“No, it’s not that, I just...” Bokuto sighed, his forehead falling forward to rest on Kei’s shoulder, “... I want you to ruin me.”

“Yeah?” Kei asked as Bokuto picked his head up and met his calm gaze.

“I need you to ruin me, make me... forget,” Bokuto said, “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Get your clothes off.”

Bokuto followed orders so easily, all too eager to please his kouhai as he was laid out in bed with Kei taking in the lovely view before climbing over him to take his lips in another possessive kiss. His hands went to grope all over his huge tits, hell they turned out to be everything Kei was dreaming of and hearing the soft moan come out of Bokuto’s lips as he pinched his nipples only fueled him further. This man was all his, Kei was the first one who got to touch him and kiss him and fuck him once he was single, that made him feel oddly special.

His mouth dropped lower past his neck, down his collarbone and onto licking the meat of his fat pecs, Kei had all right to be as self indulgent as he wanted in this moment. Bokuto blinked at him as Kei’s teeth grazed against his skin before he bit down, getting a cute little yelp out of his senpai, but that didn’t stop Kei as he was starving for more. He set out to mark him up with bite marks and hickeys littering his tits because honestly, what else were they here for if not to be put directly into Kei’s mouth?  

“God I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Kei said as he traced his thumb over his fantastic work, “your tits are heavenly.”

“How long exactly?” Bokuto arched an eyebrow with a curious smirk.

“None of your business,” Kei shut him up with a rough kiss as he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He felt just how hard Bokuto was as his hips jutted up against Kei’s thigh, that same cock he’d saved a whole damn photo gallery of sitting on his phone. This was real, he was actually going to fuck Bokuto Koutarou and all that lead up wasn’t just talk, there was proof Bokuto wanted him too... that feel so... nice, especially for someone that Kei was sure he’d never get a chance to be with.

“Tsukki... I love making out with you, but... I need you...” 

“Maybe I just like seeing how needy you get,” Kei pushed himself up as he went to dig into the nearby drawer to procure lube and condoms, “you ever beg this much for a cock inside you?”

“Not really...” Bokuto replied, “I’m super into this though...”

“I know you are, pup,” Kei was pleased to see how those owlish eyes widened at the pet name, then finally managed to pull out a half used bottle of lube, “no condoms?”

“Didn’t use them that often,” Bokuto replied as Kei just nodded and went to go dig through his own bag that he left by the door, “but I’d let you come inside me.”

“... maybe if we do this again, after we get tested,” that amount of self control it took for Kei to say those words should grant him a medal of some sort, “for now I’d rather be safe.”

“Okay~”

Kei joined him on the bed once again, seating himself comfortably between Bokuto’s spread legs and oh my god, he’s so handsome just laid out for Kei like this, waiting all patiently like a good boy. Kei seriously needed to get a handle on himself because this was reality and not one of his filthy fantasies, Bokuto’s anticipation was clear by how his eyes were solely focused on him. 

Kei rubbed his pointer finger around Bokuto’s rim before pushing in, noting just how smooth the slide in was to the knuckle, “you’ve been fucking yourself pretty often, huh?”

“Mmm... it’s all your fault,” Bokuto said, “it’s hard to get off without thinking of you... fucking me.”

“Good, I should be the only person on your mind when you have a cock inside of you,” Kei’s other hand went to take Bokuto’s dick, slowly stroking the shaft as he fucked into his hole with that sole finger, “your hole will be getting so much more use with me.”

“Yes...” Bokuto moaned as he rolled his hips onto Kei’s finger, “more, I want more... I can take it, Kei.”

That ever so casual name drop had Kei internally cursing, why was Bokuto like this, why was he so... he had no words for it, only gibberish that came from smashing a keyboard. Fortunately he didn’t need to express anything verbally as he pushed in a second finger, then dipped his head down to lick the dribble of precum leaking from the head of his cock. Bokuto dug his fingers into the sheets as Kei sucked his cockhead into his mouth while thrusting his fingers inside of him, he wanted to memorize all of Bokuto’s reactions, his sounds, the way those golden eyes burned into him.

This was definitely going to be the one hookup he remembered for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t long before he was fucking into the older man with three fingers and still languidly sucking around the head of his cock, it surprised -and relieved- him just a bit that Bokuto didn’t try to shove his head further down like past partners. Although his knuckles were certainly turning red from how hard he was gripping the sheets, his self restraint was admirable. 

“You enjoying yourself?” Kei asked as he shuffled upwards to drape a few kisses on Bokuto’s chest, “you like bein’ a pillow princess?”

“It’s... different,” Bokuto softly admitted, “you make it good for me, Kei.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Something about you makes me want to be softer, I guess,” Kei quietly uttered, somewhat hoping that Bokuto didn’t catch that, but the cute smile let it be known.

“I knew my cute kouhai was hidden somewhere in there.”

“Ugh, shut up,” Kei punctuated that with a hard bite around Bokuto’s nipple, getting a Tsukki out of him that had him grinning. He went to withdraw his fingers and stripped out of his clothes, very much aware of Bokuto staring shamelessly back at him. To save himself a modicum of dignity, he grabbed Bokuto’s hip and turned him over onto his stomach, this would be easier if he wasn’t looking at his face... right.

“Arms behind your back.”

Bokuto did so as Kei raised his hips for his ass to be nicely on display, he then lined himself up while holding Bokuto’s wrists and pushed his cock into the older one. The fit was still so tight, but Bokuto seemed to have no complaints as he backed himself up against Kei’s cock. 

“Calm down pup, I’ll give you what you want,” Kei smacked Bokuto’s ass and delighted in the sound that evoked, so he did it a few more times while remaining motionless inside of Bokuto. The man beneath him was whining for Kei to move already, all while a nice, red handprint was forming on his ass and Kei was thinking for a moment he could definitely spend a couple hours at this. 

“Kei, please , don’t be mean...”

“You’re asking the wrong person for that,” Kei laid down just one more harsh spank before he finally gave into Bokuto’s desperate demands. Kei let out a small groan from just how good Bokuto’s tight walls felt around him, how he went from daydreaming about fucking Bokuto to literally having him bent over in his bed within the span of two weeks. Bokuto was just so easy and eager for him, was he always waiting on Kei just to take notice, ready to pounce at the first moment he could?

... nah, Bokuto wasn’t like that. 

“You feel incredible, senpai,” Kei rocked his hips faster into Bokuto, yearning for his moans to escalate even further, “letting your kouhai use your body just like this, that’s all you’ve ever wanted.”

“Yes, yes ,” Bokuto babbled, driving Kei to push into him deeper, to find his prostate to abuse and turn him into a whimpering, moaning mess of a pathetic man, “that’s it, right there...!”

If Kei was to be totally honest with himself, there was no way he was going to last that long with Bokuto... it all still felt so fucking surreal, his dream come true... he got to fuck the one man whose constantly been on his mind all this time. He didn’t want to stop, he needed to wreck Bokuto again and again and again , give him a solid fucking reminder that he was going to be the only one who could fuck him like this. Bokuto cried about needing him, sure, but now he’d know what Kei felt like buried inside of him, he’d be hungry for it when he left back to Sendai.

Maybe he’d come chasing Kei for more.

That thought had Kei dropping the hold on Bokuto’s wrists, instead he threaded his fingers into silver locks and smashed Bokuto’s face further into the pillow as he fucked harder into him. He was going to leave his mark, he needed Bokuto to feel it for days to come, to know that this was the treatment he deserved, a good hard fucking to make him forget anyone else that may cross his mind. Kei was better than them all, Kei would spoil Bokuto to the ends of this world if he could... he wouldn’t give Bokuto a single reason to leave him.

“I bet he never fucked you like this, hm Koutarou?”

Now that was enough to have Bokuto moaning his name and clenching down on Kei’s cock as he spilled onto the sheets below him, “that’s it baby, make a mess for me.”

Kei only pulled back to grasp Bokuto’s hips as he recklessly fucked into his sensitive hole, sorely wishing that he could fill Bokuto deep with his seed. Just seeing Bokuto’s beautiful, broad back stretched out with his ass swallowing up his cock so greedily, Kei was done for within moments. Bokuto was really all he ever wanted... he wasn’t ready to give this up after a single weekend...

 

...

 

Kei barely escaped Bokuto’s iron grip around his waist and pilfered his shirt off of the floor before quietly leaving his bedroom to head into the bathroom. The apartment itself was silent as it was later in the morning and he doubted the other not-couple here would be willing to pass up the chance to sleep in. Kei just needed a moment to himself after having gone all night with Bokuto, his unlimited stamina seriously kept Kei on his toes and who knew Bokuto could be so damn hungry for cock?

Kei would not be complaining however, he loved each and every second with Bokuto and wished this weekend would last longer. It wasn’t fair that he lived so far south, Kei could definitely see himself sneaking out late just for a quickie or teasing Bokuto into coming over. That is assuming they’d be doing this again... no, this was supposed to be a single vacuum of three days that Kei would look back fondly on in the future, that’s all... Bokuto would probably move on to someone else once he went back to Sendai anyway.

Keeping that steady reminder in place, he left the bathroom once relieving himself and heard a knock on the front door that had him stopping in his tracks. Normally he’d just leave Tadashi to go answer it if it was someone who didn’t text him beforehand, so he should probably just ignore it. There was another set of knocks though, with no sign of movement coming out of Kuroo’s bedroom and what if, by some chance, it's someone important that possibly needed something now?

Kei just murmured whatever under his breath and went off into the living room, they would have to deal with the sight of him in one of Bokuto’s shirts and a pair of boxers. He went to unlock the door, cracking it open just enough so he could see who happened to be dropping by at this time and oh ... well, he didn’t expect that face to be lurking around here.

“Akaashi,” Kei pulled open the door a little further, seeing that the other man was holding a box in his hands.

“Tsukishima...?” Akaashi answered, quite unable to hide his own surprise, “I... was hoping to drop off Bokuto-san’s things.”

“I can handle that for you,” Kei reached out to take the box, but Akaashi stepped back.

“I also wanted to speak to him.”

“... fine, I’ll go tell him that you’re here,” Kei turned on his heel to head back into the hallway, it seems Kenma wasn’t the only one taking a trip to Osaka, huh? Kenma would’ve mentioned it if he knew Akaashi was coming too, right? It’d just be a little fucking awkward to have your best friend’s ex show up while their... fling (?!) was still there.

Bokuto was still in the same, passed out condition that Kei left him in, although now he was squeezing the life out of a pillow and drooling on it. Cute.

“Bokuto...” Kei nudged his shoulder, “Bo, there’s someone at the door for you.”

“Mmm... who? Tell them I’m... busy,” Bokuto grabbed for Kei’s hand on his shoulder and rubbed it against his cheek, “busy with my Tsukki.”

“It’s your ex,” Kei managed to get out as he felt the flush of heat from hearing a drowsy Bokuto call him, his , “he has your stuff and he wanted to talk.”

“What stuff...” Bokuto let out a frustrated groan, then shoved his face into the pillow and further released his emotions through a muffled scream. 

“I can tell him to fuck off.”

“You would do exactly that,” Bokuto chuckled once he pushed himself to sit up, running a tired hand through his messy hair, “alright, let me... find pants.”

Kei had to admire the myriad of hickeys, scratch and bite marks that littered Bokuto’s tanned skin, he initially planned on doing that with his mouth once he returned to his bedroom. 

“You might want to put on a shirt too, just to cover all... that up,” Kei said as Bokuto shucked on the first pair of sweats he nabbed from the hamper.

“Turns out the only shirt I own is the one you’re wearing,” Bokuto threw a cheeky smile back at him as he strolled over, “would you loan it to your senpai?”

“No,” Kei easily replied as Bokuto giggled before pressing their lips together in a light kiss that threatened to transform into something heavier with Kei chasing Bokuto’s lips. Firm hands took hold on his hips, backing him up against the doorway as Bokuto’s tongue slid into his mouth, eagerly licking into it. Kei wasn’t exactly inclined to stop this escalation as he wrapped his arms around Bokuto’s broad shoulders and went to slip a knee between his thick thighs.

“You are quite literally five feet away from the bed,” Kuroo said, “show some decency.”

“Fuck off,” Kei hissed back at him, “did you know that Akaashi was coming to see him?”

“... yes, it may have slipped my mind,” Kuroo raised his hand as the two of them glared back at him, “kidding, I mean I was going to tell Kou, but then Kenma brought you as a surprise party member and I didn’t want to ruin either of your moods.”

“It’s fine, bro,” Bokuto gave Kei a parting kiss on the cheek before making his way out to see his ex.

“Why is he here?” Kei asked once Bokuto disappeared around the corner, “what could he possibly have to bring from Tokyo that he couldn’t just fucking fedex?”

“You know how relationships can be, all complicated and whatever,” Kuroo’s answer only ticked off Kei further, “don’t worry about it though, your man isn’t going back to him.”

“He’s not- we’re not like that,” Kei quickly blurted out, “this is just a one time thing.”

“Oh yeah? That why you’re getting so pissy over Keiji coming by?” Kuroo said.

“All I know is Bokuto left him for some reason and he didn’t exactly react with joy when I told him Akaashi was here,” Kei replied, “sorry if I’m not thrilled to see the source of Bokuto’s stress arriving at his doorstep.”

“Understandable, I advised him against it, but ‘it’s not my business’, and... ugh, it’s too fucking early for this,” Kuroo groaned as Kei caught movement in the corner of his eye.

Kenma was peeking out of Kuroo’s bedroom, “why is everyone awake and making noise?”

“It’s nothing kitten,” Kuroo waltzed over to him to pat his head with a dopey smile made Kei want to hurl, absolutely terrible, “I’m going to make breakfast soon, wanna help?”

“Nope,” Kenma looked over to Kei and since the blond didn’t have a Bokuto to occupy him, he strolled on over to join him. 

“Come on, weren’t you talking about how you missed doing everything with me? It’ll be like old times,” Kenma narrowed his eyes at Kuroo’s obnoxious pout, “you sitting on the counter and handing me ingredients, me... doing all the actual cooking.”

“I’ll help you with lunch,” Kenma took Kei’s wrist and pulled him inside of the bedroom as Kuroo let out an offended squawk, “go on, procure food.”

“You are so lucky that you’re the most adorable little-”

Kei snorted as Kenma closed the door behind him, “I’m going to assume your night wasn’t as festive as mine?”

“I’m going to turn sixty before he does anything, Kei,” Kenma let out a heavy sigh as he went to face plant into Kuroo’s bed, “what if we’re all just wrong about him liking me?”

“This just means you have to step it up,” Kei replied, “give him a fucking handjob when you’re cuddling since being subtle is doing nothing for you.”

“I may have to take that into serious consideration...,” Kenma rolled over onto his back, “... why can't he just come after me in a passionate rage?”

Kei clicked as his tongue as he saw how hopeless his friend looked, “you know, the very first option is still extremely viable.”

“Which one is that...?”

“Asking him out.”

“Too scary,” Kenma scrunched his nose and covered his face with his hands, “... perhaps I need to let go of my romantic ideals...”

“Romantic ideals...” Kei chuckled as he sat down next to Kenma, “if you really want him to fuck you in a passionate rage, just use Atsumu.”

“What does he have to do with this?”

“Jealousy, Kenma,” Kei said as he could see the gears turning in the older one’s head. A short knock on the door was followed up by Bokuto pushing it open a second later and promptly throwing himself at Kei.

“Hey... how’d it go, baby?” Kei went to stroke his back as Bokuto nuzzled his face into Kei’s neck.

“I feel better now~” Bokuto’s strong arms tightly held Kei’s waist, “and Tetsu is cooking! So we’ll be eating good.”

“I’ll trust your word on that,” Kei couldn’t help the smile that etched its way across his face as Bokuto’s soft eyes met his own, they then shared a brief kiss before Bokuto left to go take a shower.

“... what the fuck?” Kenma spoke up, “that is not the Tsukishima Kei I know.”

“Yeah well, I’m not trying to fuck you, either,” Kei was quick to bail because he did not need Kenma on his case... nope, no, nuh uh.

 

...

 

Ice cream was the sole thing on Kei’s mind at the moment.

Well, that and Bokuto, only because he had the chance to check his messages after practice and was a bit disappointed when there wasn’t anything new. It’d been a few weeks since their trip to Osaka and he’d grown used to Bokuto’s constant texting since then. He was also the one person Kei didn’t mind talking with on the phone for hours when they could find the time to between their schedules. 

And despite what Tadashi... and the rest of his friends may say, they weren’t boyfriends... they just had a friends with benefits arrangement. Of course that meant Kei had to accept Bokuto as his friend and not just someone he texted at midnight for a dick picture to jerk off too. Admittedly it was easier with Bokuto rather than trying to hit up old flings that Kei could barely tolerate, as well as the older man being significantly more enthusiastic in pleasing Kei in comparison to his ex.

Kei didn’t brag about his sex life, but that was an important aspect of a relationship to him and to have someone who could keep up with his demands was... nice, he didn’t want to give it up quite yet. In the back of his mind he was waiting on Bokuto to drop him for anyone else that was in Osaka, maybe a girl he’d meet at a party or someone hot at the gym, who knows. Bokuto was a shining socialite that drew everyone towards him, it’d only be a matter of time before he got bored of Kei and went onto fuck someone that wasn’t hundreds of miles away.

Kei had to keep himself detached, easy.

He slung his bag over his shoulder as he closed his locker and went to head out of the gym, with one objective in mind to retrieve ice cream from a parlor that was across the street from their campus. He’d texted Tadashi to meet him there and hadn’t gotten a response from him either, why are both of his closest friends ignoring him today, what did he do? He went to go check out their gaming group chat and it was filled with complaints from everyone about the latest balance patch and how the devs don’t even play the game.

Kei typed out his own response as he went through the crosswalk, still wondering why Bokuto hadn’t replied yet... he usually did it within minutes if he wasn’t busy. Wait, is Kei being needy now... ugh, he wasn’t like that, he couldn’t be like that, he refused to be like that. Although he totally had a good reason to worry because the last time Bokuto went three days without talking to Kei, he’d been going through one of his moods... something Kei still didn’t completely understand.

He knew Akaashi dealt with them in high school, but beyond that... Bokuto hadn’t brought it up and didn’t seem keen to speak about them either. Kei wasn’t the type to pry since he knew exactly how it felt when someone wouldn’t just leave you alone about snooping in your personal business. One of the reasons why he was single now, he didn’t need someone else to keep track of his life and getting weird when Kei refused to tell them every detail of his day.

It’s probably nothing anyway.

The bell above the door dinged as Kei stepped inside, he intended on going straight to the cashier, but his eyes landed on a very familiar head of two toned silver hair. He’d been well acquainted with what the back of Bokuto’s head looked like from up close and there wasn’t a single doubt that it was him. What in the world was he doing in Sendai... when did he even have the time?!

Kei’s sudden excitement was put to a halt as he saw the three girls that were crowded around the table, all fawning over Bokuto and wow, he was not going to stand for any of this. He strolled right on over and announced himself by tapping at Bokuto’s shoulder, causing the older man to quickly look up with a wide grin on his face.

“Tsukki-!” Kei ducked down to capture Bokuto’s lips with his own, his fingers curling into Bokuto’s spiky hair as he took control of their kiss. Bokuto was so pliant for him as he always tended to be when they were making out, he was rather vocal about liking Kei taking charge. His ass probably got used more than weekend alone than it did his entire life and fuck did Bokuto keep begging for more like the cockslut he was meant to be.

“Hello, Bokuto.”

“Hi, Tsukki,” Bokuto’s dreamy smile had his gay heart racing, “I really missed you... and wanted to see you before we were swamped with exams.” 

“I missed you too,” Kei leaned in for another, softer kiss that apparently had their audience whistling. He looked behind him to see Tadashi and Yamamoto laughing to themselves and promptly flipped them off. The girls must’ve gotten the hint as they were nowhere to be seen and good, Bokuto was here for him, no one else.

“Are Kuroo and Kenma hiding behind the counter or something?”

“Nah, Kuroo stayed in Tokyo with Kenken,” Bokuto stood from his chair so they could both order from the counter, “I think he’s actually going to do it!”

“What, ask Kenma to be his platonic lifetime partner?”

“... don’t say that, he would probably think that’s an amazing idea,” Bokuto groaned, “he’s going to take him out on a date.”

“Will Kenma know that it’s a date?”

“I hope so, Tetsu was pretty fired up about Kenken flirting with the twins.”

Kei would have to pause his commentary for a moment as they both got ice cream, with Bokuto insisting he pay because he’s a great senpai, they then settled down at Tadashi and Yamamoto’s table. He had his skepticisms about Tadashi’s pursuit of him, but they were happy together and decided to make it exclusive a week ago, hopefully this meant Yamamoto would be serious about his commitment. 

Kei felt a large hand rest on his thigh and switched his cone to his other hand so he could place his fingers with Bokuto, getting an adorable smile out of the wing spiker. He had to admit outside of fucking Bokuto’s brains out, he did enjoy when they were pulled out of the apartment to do a little sightseeing and eat out at one of their favorite restaurants. Just knowing that they still had a connection away from sex had his stomach fluttering, it shouldn’t be anything new because they weren’t total strangers... but still, it was different now.

... wait.

“Is this a date?” Kei quietly said as the other couple was wrapped up in their own conversation.

“Does it feel like one?”

“We’re holding hands and eating ice cream, Bokuto.”

“Then... yes?” Bokuto said as he laced their fingers together, “if that’s okay with you... it doesn’t have to be, I know this is just casual, but I like doing this with you... a lot.”

“If you want it to be a date, then it’s a date,” Kei smoothly answered, but Bokuto only pursed his lips.

“But do you want it?” Bokuto softly asked.

“Yes,” Kei planted a chaste kiss on Bokuto’s cheek, “all I planned on doing was binging on ice cream then bitch on twitter about this HQ Quest update, now I can still do both... but while cuddling you... at the same time...”

“Kei,” Bokuto’s bright smile was on his face as Kei’s blush extended down to his neck, that’s the smile he always wanted to see on Bokuto’s face... he wanted to keep it there, “you’re so honest.”

“And your ice cream is melting,” Kei deflected as Bokuto finally noticed the drips of chocolate running down the back of his hand, “let me.”

Bokuto tilted his head in mild confusion, but his gray eyebrows quickly rose as Kei brought his hand up to his pink lips, then his tongue darted out to lick it clean. He maintained eye contact with Bokuto as he drug his tongue up further, making sure there wasn’t a trace of chocolate left lingering on his fingers.

“Hello, we’re right fucking here?”

“And?” Kei flatly said as Yamamoto was clearly flabbergasted by the display.

“You don’t even like chocolate, Tsukki,” Tadashi spoke up, “but I guess if it’s all over Bokuto then it’s perfectly fine, oh my god. You’re whipped.”

“Shut the fuck up, Yamaguchi,” Kei snapped back as his best friend just cackled in laughter. 

“No, no keep going, I was super into it!”

Kei just rolled his eyes as he squeezed Bokuto’s hand tighter, it’s certainly not his fault he’s so happy to see and touch Bokuto after weeks apart from each other. 

“So cute for me~” Bokuto mused and Kei couldn’t even find it within himself to be annoyed, maybe he liked the attention. Maybe he liked showing off what he could do with Bokuto. Maybe he wanted to tell the whole fucking world that he’s on a date with Bokuto... when did he become this type of person.

“Let’s take a picture,” Kei said as he was now acting on whatever stupid thoughts popped up in his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Bokuto scooted so their shoulders were touching and wrapped his arm around Kei’s waist. He snapped a couple and managed to get in al ast one where he snuck in a cheek kiss, further surprising Bokuto.

“Is that whipped enough for you?” Kei sent off the picture to Bokuto before he could even think of asking for it, “I’m not posting that.”

“No way, you have to take him right here!”

Tadashi had to be the worst person Kei knew because all he ever did was egg him on and just as Kei was about to tell him to fuck off, he felt a hot breath on his ear.

“You’ll do that after we’re done here, right Tsukki?”

Was Bokuto really expecting any other answer? He knew the second they left this parlor and went back to their apartment, Kei would be dragging him straight into his bedroom. He’d been fantasizing for weeks about getting Bokuto on his knees and fucking his handsome face until he was choking and gagging on his cock.

That’s exactly what he did once they were alone, he was pressed back against his bedroom door and Bokuto was looking so slutty on his knees, mouth wide open for Kei to fuck into. 

“You want my cock, senpai?” Kei’s fingers were tight in Bokuto’s hair, getting him from surging forward to take him between his lips, “are you going to beg to suck off your kouhai?”

“Please, it’s all I was thinking about when we were riding up here,” Bokuto replied, keeping his hands balled up on the tops of his thighs, “I want you...”

“Just me? You haven’t let anyone else fuck your mouth?” Kei smirked as he smacked Bokuto’s cheek with the head of his cock, “you’re so fucking desperate for me.”

“Just you, I promise,” Bokuto said, “I... I tried just once, but it didn’t feel right...”

“Good, you’re addicted to my cock,” Kei rubbed the head along Bokuto’s lips, “such a loyal puppy.”

He relaxed his grip so Bokuto was free to swallow him down, fuck he had to be somewhat envious of his non-existant gag reflex because he could suck cock like a champion. Kei’s was way too sensitive and he gave up on that endeavor back in high school, but Bokuto was so eager to suck him down, to milk his balls for all they had and Kei isn’t sure if he’s ever received better head. 

“So good, your mouth was made to suck cock,” Kei bucked his hips forward as he dug his fingers into Bokuto’s hair once more, properly fucking into his mouth now, “wish you were here all the time, bet you’d make a fine cock warmer too.”

Bokuto’s muffled moan spurned him on, Kei learned just how much Bokuto was into this kinda talk, even though Kei usually didn’t do this with his other partners. Bokuto had to be different though, he had to be a little mean to him if only to see how Bokuto still whined about wanting him. A few people had gotten pissed off and called Kei an asshole for running his mouth in past encounters, but Bokuto... he was fucking down for it. 

“Don’t swallow,” Kei said as he pulled his cock out just enough for the tip to rest on Bokuto’s tongue, then gave himself a few strokes before his cock was pulsing and spilling onto the pink muscle. Bokuto was looking up at him with such expectation in his golden eyes, how’d he look so beautiful after his mouth thoroughly fucked?

Kei pulled him up by the shoulders and took him in a messy kiss, licking up the taste from himself in Bokuto’s mouth and loving just how filthy the man was willing to be for him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Koutarou.”

 

...

 

Kei fiddled with his phone as he waited in silence with Kenma, Kuinimi, and Akaashi standing beside him in a quiet spot of the train station they claimed for themselves. He thought he’d be more nervous about what was to come, but his stubborn confidence knocked that right away. He’d be stupid to further ignore the obvious signs too, Kei hadn’t slept with anyone else since he first hooked up with Bokuto and the other man didn’t appear to have any intention of leaving Kei alone.

So why not lock it down instead of trying to avoid it?

Perhaps seeing just how happy Kenma was with finally having Kuroo as a boyfriend encouraged him in this direction as opposed to trying to push Bokuto away for the purpose of what, keeping it casual? They talked almost everyday and had date nights that usually involved picking something to watch or play for an hour or two before they got too horny. Kei caught himself three too many times almost saying those words before they hung up for the night, as well as accidentally referring to Bokuto as his boyfriend when he was talking to Akiteru last week. 

At least it wasn’t with his friends... although they already went out of their way to tease the shit out of Kei when he ditched them for Bokuto on one of their gaming nights. The distance definitely made the heart fonder as between their increasingly busy schedules due to exams and volleyball, sometimes it was difficult to pencil in the time. Kei would always have the time to bullshit with his friends, but he wanted to savour every second with Bokuto and... fuck, that’s how he knew he was truly gone for him.

The subject of Akaashi didn’t really concern him as long as he didn’t pester Bokuto about getting back together and that worry was put to rest as he learned that Akaashi had something going on with Suna. Kenma must’ve been relieved since he was sort of stuck in the middle here with the two of his friends at... mild odds, Kei personally didn’t care much for Akaashi’s opinion and planned on keeping it that way. All he wanted to do was make this thing official with Bokuto and no one was going to get in his way, fortunately Suga’s birthday party served as a great excuse for them to visit.

Daichi had been planning it since February as it proved nearly impossible to get all their former team in the same room at once and he wanted to make this special for his boyfriend, especially as Suga would be graduating at the end of this semester. Kei just had to bring Tadashi, himself, and a gift and he could do that, along with bringing two foxes along as well. This also worked as a way to get their gaming group together in person as it’d been close to a year since they all hung out and Kei was somewhat looking forward to that...

Kei drew his attention away from his phone once their train stopped at the platform and swallowed down the urge to push through the crowd to see his Bokuto, he could be patient for a few more seconds. He felt his heart leap into his throat as his eyes landed on Bokuto making his way out of the crowd with their other friends, but all Kei was focused on was him . Kei had never felt this excited when seeing his past partners or flings, proving that he was sure about his strong feelings for Bokuto, that... that maybe he was in love with him.

“Tsukki!”

Kei was instantly taken in a big, tight hug from Bokuto and easily reciprocated, god he missed Bokuto’s physical affections and his comforting scent and jovial voice. Kei wouldn’t trade this away from anything in this world, wouldn’t want anyone else to have Bokuto like this. 

“Missed you so much, baby,” Bokuto softly uttered before their lips met for a lingering kiss.

“Missed you too,” Kei went to go lace their fingers together as he resisted glancing away from Bokuto’s beaming smile, “when is my boyfriend going to move to Sendai so I can give my hand a break?”

Bokuto’s eyes went wide as he processed what Kei said, he really hoped he just made the right choice and wasn’t wrong about everything, “... I guess this is now a one way trip if my boyfriend is asking me to stay.”

“I wish...” Kei murmured as Bokuto brought their lips back together for another kiss, those thoughts were brushed aside for later fretting as they enjoyed their new label. It wasn’t quite the way Kei had planned on asking Bokuto, but... how could he actually help himself when his love was right there? He couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted to call Bokuto his and mean it, that man belonged to him... no one else would get to have him.

They went from the train station to the restaurant that Daichi reserved a private room in and pretty much everyone you’d expect was there, even Nishinoya who seemed to be in a different country every other week. Kei was still three months away from being of legal age to drink and although he’s sure he could’ve gotten away with it anyway, he passed on it since everyone else was going to shit faced tonight. Bokuto was comfortably glued to his side, his arm rarely leaving Kei’s waist once they sat down together and it took about three minutes total for him to announce their relationship to them all.

Being around his drunk senpais turned out to be fantastic as he leaned into Bokuto’s side while they were all talking about high school stories, gossiping about the crazy stuff they’d seen in university, and of course volleyball was a steady topic of discussion. It was a lovely Karasuno reunion that Kei didn’t fully realize he was longing for until all of his former teammates were here, as well as a few of their friends from the other schools they’d played against. Daichi did an excellent job with organizing this for his boyfriend, who clearly missed the times where it was easier just to scoop them all together to hang out without a million scheduling conflicts.

Bokuto was a bit wobbly, but still functioning just enough as the evening wound down and everyone began to go their separate ways. Atsumu hung back with Kuroo and Kenma while Suna, Akaashi, and Kunimi went with the couple back to the hotel they’d gotten for their evening here. Kei thought it’d be a little more awkward between them, but it seems after a few drinks with some ‘light’ jabs traded back and forth, the tension with Bokuto and Akaashi was gone for the moment.

Kei wasn’t sure if he’d ever find out the reason why Bokuto broke up with him, but his concern lay elsewhere once they made it up to their floor and a very horny Bokuto was on him once they closed the door. He curled his fingers into Kei’s shirt as they roughly kissed, pulling them backwards towards the bed then tossed Kei onto his back before hurriedly climbing on top of him. 

“My boyfriend... my Kei.”

Those words were repeated as their clothes were shed onto the floor, as their lips refused to part for more than a few mere seconds, as Bokuto bucked his hips back on Kei’s long fingers opening him up. Every time they met up it was like this, so rushed because Bokuto would be gone this time tomorrow and with the national team doing so well this season, he’d likely be busy throughout the summer too. They couldn’t afford to stress over this when they were spending precious time together though, they had to take what was given to them and use it to express all their combined sexual frustration.

“Senpai rides my fingers so well...” Kei drawled as Bokuto looked so gorgeous in his lap, his desperation in fucking him with Kei’s hand had his mind spinning, “I don’t think I’ll have to use my cock at this rate.”

“No, no please , I want to cum with you inside me,” Bokuto’s begging was a lovely song to his ears, “wanna be dripping with your cum.”

“I’ve really turned you into a cum slut, huh?” Kei reached between them to grab Bokuto’s neglected, leaking cock, “senpai’s cock is so huge , don’t you want to fuck me with it?”

“I want to be full with you , Kei,” Bokuto whined as Kei steadily stroked him, he loved seeing his big boyfriend reduced to rocking back on one hand while fucking up into the other.

“Such a useless cock,” Kei mused, smearing the precum down the shaft, “go on senpai, fuck yourself on mine.”

Kei was pushed down flat on his back, a large hand splayed out on his chest as Bokuto lowered himself on Kei’s waiting cock. The wild look of determination and anticipation in Bokuto’s owlish eyes had Kei fucking up into his tight heat almost immediately. Bokuto let out a drunk giggle, amused by Kei’s eagerness before he lifted his hips upwards, then slammed back down onto his boyfriend’s cock, it didn’t take long to find a solid rhythm between the two.

Kei was just ecstatic that he could call Bokuto his boyfriend at last, that he could watch and feel Bokuto fuck himself hard on his dick with the full knowledge that Bokuto wouldn’t be seeing anyone else. And honestly, when would he find the time to when all their free time was spent texting or calling each other, it rang so true that if someone cared about you, they would find the time for you. Kei only did this for the few people he held close and squeezing Bokuto into his life was easy when he was dying for his attention, his loud brand of love... just his presence alone in any shape or form.

Kei pushed himself up to bury his face into Bokuto’s thick tits as his hands grabbed and squeezed his ass, all of this was his . Bokuto’s body, his... did he have his heart too, or maybe it was too fast to consider that. If Kei had to be completely honest and raw with himself, was this ever just about sex with him... his crush never faded away and was only allowed to bloom over the months.

“Kei...” Bokuto’s cute smile down at him caused him to bite down on the meat of his pec, he was just so exceedingly enamored with Bokuto . How was this allowed, what black magic did Bokuto use on Kei to get him hooked on this drug? 

“Koutarou...” Kei thrusted upwards as Bokuto broke out in a moan, “I... I really like you.”

“I hope you do...” Bokuto took Kei’s face in his hands as that soft smile persisted, “I’m so happy... you make me so... so happy. I... it’s nice being with someone who genuinely wants me.”

“I’ve been crushing on you since my first year, it’s... always been a little more on my side,” Kei admitted, “you’re the first person that I’ve... wanted this badly.”

“Fuck,” Bokuto murmured as his response came in mashing their lips together and rocking his hips down faster on Kei. They would cherish this moment in time that was reserved just for them, nothing and nobody else mattered nor could tear down their mood. Kei was so, so in love with Bokuto.

 

...

 

Ring, ring

Ring, ring

Ring, ring

 

Fuck, it was constant.

Koutarou poked his head out from under the sheets, tired eyes searching for the device that wouldn’t leave him alone to his own demise. There was no sign of it on the nightstand and he was more than tempted to slide back into his cozy cocoon for another few hours. However, the longer his phone rang, the more he grew irritated and had to do something about it, what could they possibly want with him, why wasn’t Tetsurou here to answer it?

Ah, right... he moved back to Tokyo at the end of the summer... Koutarou was supposed to find another roommate, but he’d been too busy with work, school, and trying to balance his relationship. He thought he was doing good with juggling all of that... but he was only lying to himself, Koutarou had to pull back and not be so overbearing about his boyfriend. He was being too needy, getting too comfortable in Kei’s space, and he was probably feeling smothered from how Kouttarou was constantly begging for his attention.

Distancing himself was good , Kei wouldn’t get tired of him, wouldn’t have to waste his time taking care of a grown man out of obligation. Give it a few more days, weeks, he’d fade entirely out of Kei’s memory and their time together would amount to nothing, Koutarou was nothing. No one could tolerate his boisterous personality for long, they only did it because he forced his way into their lives and was too clingy to let them go, but they could all be free of him now.

Kei would appreciate that, love that even. 

 

Ring, ring

 

Koutarou’s hand jutted out to search the floor for his phone since the sound seemed to be originating from somewhere down there. With his luck it’d probably be one of those robot callers or a scam, who would check in on someone as pathetic as he was? His sole reason for even leaving his apartment as of late was MSBY and they were probably looking for a replacement due to how shit his playing had been. 

Koutarou let out a curse as he peered out over the mattress to see the phone was right out of reach, but Kei’s picture flashing on the display was the motivation he needed to swipe it up. It was one they took on the morning after Suga’s birthday party, Kei was shirtless and drinking from a cup of coffee as Koutarou snuck a photo of him, the morning light made him look so beautiful. He missed Kei...

“You finally answered,” Kei left out a small sigh of relief as Koutarou rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, “... Koutarou?”

“Yeah... I’m here.”

“Are you at home?” 

“Mmm...” Koutarou answered.

“Are you... okay?” 

“... not really,” Koutarou placed his hand over his eyes as he sighed, “I... it’s bad, Kei. I haven’t felt like this in months... I’m sorry I’ve been shitty to you.”

“You haven’t, although you have worried me since we haven’t spoken in over two weeks,” Koutarou winced as he honestly hadn’t realized that much time had passed, “was there something I did?”

“No,” Koutarou quickly responded, “it’s not you... it’s never you, it’s always me... I’m the fucked up one, I’m... I’m broken, I can’t handle being so alone.”

“You’re not broken, Kou,” Kei’s firm tone had Koutarou wanting to shrink further into his mattress, “but I do need you to talk to me, tell me how I can help you with this. You’ve never ignored me for this long and... I’m not mad at you, I just want to understand.”

“It’s... complicated...” Koutarou said, “I’m supposed to be taking meds for it, but I felt so fuckin’ good that I’ve forgotten and... I guess that’s biting me in the ass now.”

“I have enough time to listen,” Kei replied, “I’m always here for you babe, you don’t have to take on this shit alone, no matter what those intrusive thoughts may be telling you.”

“But I don’t want to be a burden on you... I’m... I’m so fucking needy ,” Koutarou gulped, “I can’t even live by myself without fucking that up somehow.”

“You think I didn’t know that before making you my boyfriend? I love everything you do for me, I love waking up to a dozen texts from you, I love how you’re always so damn eager to do anything with me,” Kei said, “and I know this distance is bullshit and spawns so many doubts, but we’ll have all of winter break to spend together and that’s in another month. I love you Koutarou, and I’m not leaving you for being... you. That’s why I’m with you...”

“Babe...” Koutarou closed his eyes as he felt the burning sting at their corners, “... I love you too.”

“And I promise, you’re never a burden on me,” Kei said, “you know the kind of person I am, I don’t put up with just anyone for the sake of it.”

“That’s true...” Koutarou wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, “... I’ll need some time to figure out where to start, if you really want to hear everything... it’s not like crazy traumatic or anything, but... it’s just how my mind is wired.”

“Like I said, I have the time.”

Koutarou started off his story back in elementary school when his moods began their wild shifts, how his parents and doctors tried out a cocktail of drugs over the years to get him stabilized, how Akaashi was really good at keeping him on track... but their relationship felt hollow otherwise. He always knew the right things to say and what to do when it came to appeasing Koutarou, it was only natural they ended up dating because of how well they worked together. Yet Koutarou could feel that something was missing... especially after he graduated and it was made more obvious that Akaashi wasn’t in love with him, he just fell into the role as his caretaker.

It made Koutarou question everything they were built on and he didn’t want that for himself, nor Akaashi... so he decided to let him go. He spared Kei the details about the arguments, the bickering, and all the little details that led up to Koutarou’s ultimate decision... but he was terrified of that being the same case with Kei. He needed to know that Kei wanted to date him and it wasn’t out of pity or some obligation to do so just so that Koutarou wouldn’t fuckin’ lose his head.

Koutarou felt so exhausted after talking for what felt like hours, all with Kei listening so diligently and quietly asking questions for clarification, but otherwise letting his boyfriend take the floor. 

“Can you do something for me, Kou?”

“Yeah, whatever you need,” Koutarou quickly said as he went to toss his legs over the bed, fuck his room was a mess.

“Well, I’ve sort of been standing out here for the past twenty minutes, but I didn’t want to interrupt you so...”

“What... you’re here ?” 

Koutarou didn’t hear what his boyfriend said next as he rushed to the door and there he was, the love of his life all bundled up with his nose red from the cold. He was taken into a huge hug by his rather underdressed boyfriend, not bothered by the surrounding chill in the air whatsoever. 

“The trains don’t run this late, how did you get here?” 

“Borrowed nii-chan’s car,” Kei simply replied, “planned on breaking down your door if you didn’t answer.”

“Oh my god, you must be so tired, get in here.”

They settled down on the couch, Koutarou making Kei’s lap his pillow as they enjoyed the comfortable silence between them. Koutarou did feel somewhat guilty that Kei drove all night to come here just for his sake, but Kei wouldn’t do something he didn’t want to. He could put those dumb thoughts to rest for the moment, he had real proof that Kei obviously loved him and he shouldn’t dwell on the negative, not when Kei was so sweet and kind for him.

Neither of them knew when this distance would be shortened between them, but Koutarou was hopeful they would work it out. He did know that this upcoming winter break would be one of the best, no interruptions or need to rush things because they were on a timer. Koutarou couldn’t wait to soundly indulge himself in the real love he felt with Kei, one that was wholeheartedly returned back to him with little reservation. 

“What if we started our winter vacation now? You just, didn’t go back to Sendai.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Koutarou smiled as he nuzzled his face in Kei’s stomach, soothed by those gentle fingers massaging his scalp. Who knew his cute, stubborn kouhai would turn out to be such a sweetheart?

 

Notes:

bokuto ship fics can only end on a soft note, it's the law.

read my response to al if you wanna know more about the bkak break up.

rt here

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 13 of Volleyboy Porn
• Part 3 of Miscellaneous HQ Ships