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Shouyou watched, open mouthed as Tobio accepted the drink offered to him by some tall Italian athlete. The guy had been flirting with Tobio all evening, and at first, Hinata had thought Tobio hadn't known he was being flirted with. That Tobio was clueless when it came to things like this, but he had been proved wrong.
Tobio leaned forward, cheek brushing the athlete’s shoulder as he took the offered glass between his lips. He looked up into the man's eyes through long lashes, and the man had flushed bright red, before tipping the glass for Tobio.
It was his third drink of the evening, he hadn’t wanted to drink too much, hadn’t even wanted to come out, but had been forced by an eager Hoshiumi.
Tobio swallowed thickly, maintaining eye contact as the alcohol burned a path down his throat. He sat up slowly, but still very close to the athlete - breath fanning over his bicep - whose eyes were wide, pupils blown as he watched Kageyama.
He leaned in, arm looping around the man’s neck as he pressed their lips together in a searing kiss. The man’s mouth teased Tobio’s as he gently sucked his bottom lip between teeth; Kageyama was left breathless, aching for more.
Shouyou watched as Tobio wiped a stray drop of alcohol from the corner of his mouth with a thumb before sucking the digit into his mouth, looking up at the man through his lashes.
I want that to be me . I want it to be my hands on his thighs, me that he looks up at with wide eyes, Shouyou thought, eyes narrowed into a glare.
He felt himself flush at the thought and tore his eyes from the pair, not wanting to see Tobio draped across the lap of another man. He jerked when a hand came down on his shoulder, and he choked. He turned to see Atsumu, half finished drink in hand. “You too, huh?”
Shouyou frowned, confused by what Atsumu meant. “You looked jealous,” he jerked his head in the direction of where Tobio and the other athlete were, and when he followed Atsumu’s gaze, his eyes widened. Tobio had been pulled against the man’s chest, his own arm around the guy's neck as they kissed heavily.
“You like him too?” Shouyou frowned, taking a long sip from his glass, not really wanting to know the answer.
Atsumu scoffed, “who doesn’t like him, he’s both cute and sexy. A volleyball genius, he’s good in bed and he’s sexy. What more could you want?”
“You said sexy twice,” Shouyou corrected, laughing slightly. When Atsumu said it like that, it made sense. Tobio had a lot of fans, even though he was so awkward when talking to them or during interviews, and his habitual frown made him seem unapproachable.
Though he refused to go anywhere near the whole ‘good in bed’ thing, he didn’t know how he’d respond to finding out just what Atsumu meant by that. He probably wouldn’t deck a teammate in the face.
Shouyou knew, as did those he’d played with, what a softy Tobio really was behind that intense look; he’d recently become aware of how much Tobio liked headpats and physical affection, or praise. He had made a habit of pulling the man into a hug, telling him how much he liked a set and the smile he’d receive left would leave his heart pounding in his chest.
He’d even seen Iwaizumi, the Japanese team’s athletic trainer and Tobio’s former upperclassman, slap his ass when he went on to serve, and had thought about doing it himself. He’d embarrassedly imagined the feeling of Tobio’s ass against his hands, imagined how supple it would be.
“ Fuck ,” Shouyou mumbled and he turned away, face heating up. “I. I just had no idea that he was-”
“Gay? Or just a slutty drunk?” Atsumu laughed and sipped at his drink, still watching the pair. Shouyou noted the slight flush to his cheeks, and knew he wasn’t the only one affected by the sight of Tobio, was glad of it. It wasn’t as embarrassing when you weren’t the only one.
“I thought they were exaggerating on the JNT group chat. I can’t believe Hoshiumi was telling the truth,” he continued watching as a hand stroked the muscle of Tobio’s thigh, ignoring the hot slash of jealousy that struck through his chest. His hand tightened unconsciously around his glass, and Atsumu clearing his throat had him setting it down with a heavy thud.
“I didn’t believe it at first, but I’ve seen the videos, and they’re pretty, you know, hot. He’s really changed from the goody two shoes I first met at youth camp.”
“There’s videos?” He turned around, incredulous. Videos of what? Was Tobio really that much of a slutty drunk? He so badly needed to see these, maybe have them saved somewhere safe on his phone.
“And pictures,” he laughed at Shouyou’s expression, taking in how red his cheeks and neck had turned. “How ‘bout we see if we can steal Tobio’s attention from pretty-boy over there, and we can go have some fun.” Atsumu leaned down close, his breath fanning Shouyou’s neck, “and maybe you won’t need the videos to prove it to you.”
Shouyou shivered, he felt his shorts grow incredibly tight at the thought, and he could only nod his head dumbly, mouth suddenly dry. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, hoping the sharp pain would snap himself out of whatever lust-filled haze his body was suddenly under.
Atsumu tipped his head back and swallowed the rest of his drink and set it down beside his own glass. He winked at Shouyou and headed over to where Tobio and the other athlete were still kissing. One of the man’s hands had snuck under Tobio’s shirt and a sliver of pale skin glistened under the soft glow of the lights from the bar.
Atsumu’s eyes widened a fraction when he saw the dark look sent his way when he dropped a hand onto the Italian’s shoulder, breaking the kissing pair up. He barely kept himself from hauling the other man away from his Tobio, and settled instead for the flattest look he could manage.
He smiled wide when Tobio had looked up, searching for what had pulled his partner from him. Atsumu shot a nasty look at the guy before Tobio’s eyes settled on him. “Hey Tobio, fancy seeing you here,” he laughed, grip tightening harshly around the athlete's shoulder before hastily dropping away.
Tobio looked up at him through dark lashes, squinting slightly as he licked at his lower lip, mouth bright red and spit-slick. “This is where the team always go though?” He frowned, and Atsumu barely restrained himself from smoothing out the furrow between his brows with a thumb. Adorable.
“Doesn’t matter much, Tobio. Anyways, me and Shou were wondering if you wanted to start heading back now? Got a long week ahead of us,” he brushed a thumb across Tobio’s flushed cheek, pulling him further away from the scowling man.
“Hinata’s here?” Tobio asked, jerking himself away from the Italian athlete to look around the crowded bar, who looked like he was about five seconds from launching himself at Atsumu. He seemed more alert, and ducked his head in embarrassment, untangling his hands from where they were still wrapped around thick arms.
Atsumu smirked, and the man excused himself, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Tobio’s cheek when he stood up. He stalked away, shoulder slamming into Atsumu, who just managed to catch himself on the counter.
“Yeah, he is. So, do you want to head back?” Atsumu rubbed at his shoulder, scowling at the man’s back, before turning back to the bar and Tobio.
“Hey Kageyama,” Shouyou appeared beside Atsumu and slid onto the now empty barstool beside Tobio, nodding up at Atsumu. Tobio turned to face him and smiled wide, blue eyes flashing. “You want to head back? You seem a little tired.”
Tobio hummed, and leaned into Shouyou, “sure, I'm beat. We have a match soon, so we shouldn’t drink too much. Iwaizumi would have our heads if we weren’t playing our best.” Atsumu laughed at how serious Tobio sounded, he was so adorable.
“I think that’s a little late for you, don’t you think?” Shouyou mumbled, wrapping his hand around Tobio’s wrist, thumb massaging the thin skin gently. Kageyama seemed like a completely different person whilst tipsy.
Tobio giggled, “I don’t think so. I’m not drunk, not even tipsy,” he pouted, lifting his wrist and pressing Shouyou’s hand to his warm cheek. Hinata flushed a bright red, stammering as he looked between Tobio and a grinning Atsumu.
Shouyou had been watching Tobio for most of the night, not even distracted with Koutarou jumping around, and knew that it wasn’t true. Just because he’d only had three drinks the whole night, didn’t mean anything when it came to Kageyama. They all knew what a light drinker he was, had teased him about it and watched him turn an adorable shade of pink every single time.
However, with Tobio smiling so brightly that it left his chest aching, it certainly had Shouyou wondering why he was in such a good mood. He’d like to think that it was because of himself, but was probably due to those drinks he had, and the hot Italian.
Tobio lowered their entwined hands, instead shuffling so he sat leaning against the bar’s counter, facing into the room. Shouyou followed his gaze to where the other Japanese volleyball players, some who’d been forced out, were sitting, drinking and laughing.
Atsumu nodded. “Well, we better head off before Koutarou orders another round of shots and makes me drink half of them,” he laughed, hand going to Tobio’s waist as he stood up from the bar stool.
Shouyou jumped to his feet, hands still clasped together as the three of them made their way from the bar, over to where their team was. Atsumu wrapped his arm around Tobio, marvelling at how slim his waist was, his hand rucking up his shirt to stroke at the smooth skin of his hip.
The three of them just about manage to make it to the table without incident. “We’re heading off now, we’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Shouyou addressed Wakatoshi, who nodded at him, face blank.
“Take care of Tobio,” his expression darkened when he turned to look at Atsumu, frowning when he saw his hand at Tobio’s waist, under his shirt. He was quite protective of Tobio, having played with him for years with the Adlers.
Kiyoomi, sat beside Wakatoshi, and frowned at the three of them. “You better hurry up before Hoshiumi makes his way back,” he nodded towards the bar where Kourai was standing, ordering something from the bartenders with large hand gestures and a too wide grin on his face.
Atsumu nodded his thanks and Shouyou grinned at the pair, he waved goodbye to Koutarou with his free hand, the other tightening around Tobio’s in a quick squeeze.
The three of them hurried from the bar, and stepped into the fresh air, breathing hard. Tobio pulled the two into him, leaning heavily on Atsumu as they made their way through the Olympics village, nodding in greeting at fellow athletes as they headed to their building. Atsumu took the lead, sliding his arm further down so it rested against Tobio’s ass.
He smirked to himself at the feel of soft skin under his touch, his hand sneaking underneath Tobio’s shirt to rest on the swell of his back. He noted the slight shiver that went through Kageyama at his touch, resisting the urge to cop a feel of that delectable ass.
Shouyou smiled at Atsumu’s behaviour, used to him being touchy, but he’d never seen him quite like this; all flushed and excited. Usually he was all cool and collected, knew exactly what he wanted, and exactly how to get it. Maybe it was just the effect of Tobio on them.
He focused on the feeling of Tobio’s hand in his own, warm and comforting. It felt like home, he mused. He hoped the raven wouldn’t notice how damp his hand had become.
They paused when they got to the building, and Atsumu’s gaze locked with Shouyou. He mouthed the word, mine, and smiled at the eager nod he received. Atsumu stepped forward and pulled them into the building, throwing open the front door. He reluctantly let go of Tobio’s waist to enter, holding the door for the pair.
Tobio entered, dropping Shouyou’s hand to slip past the blonde and into the lobby. “Thanks,” he mumbled, grazing his lips against the sweat-damp skin of Atsumu’s neck.
Atsumu flustered, choking out a barely legible, “no problem,” as Shouyou laughed at him. Broad shoulders trembling as he hunched over. Atsumu shot the laughing man a dark look, but the glare was pathetic paired with the deep blush painted over his features.
He huffed and hurried over to the lift, the feel of Tobio’s lips burned into his skin. He herded Tobio and a still giggling Shouyou into the lift, mashing the button for his floor repeatedly until the doors slid close.
Atsumu leaned in, pulling Shouyou with him so that they crowded Tobio against the mirrored wall. He flushed, eyes bright as his head tilted back, exposing the almost delicate curve of his throat.
Atsumu latched onto pale skin, mouthing at Tobio’s skin, hands roaming his chest, trailing over broad shoulders. Shouyou could only watch the heavenly sight, watching the blush on Tobio’s cheeks deepen, the hitch in his breath when Atsumu bit down gently. The way his hips twitched, jerking forward to press against the blondes.
All too soon the lift dinged, and the doors slid open on their floor. Shouyou fell out breathing hard, Atsumu and Tobio still tangled together right on his heels. He headed down the hallway, hoping that everyone was out celebrating and wouldn’t be stumbled upon.
“What room, ‘Tsumu?”
“F- fuck, 154. On the left,” he choked out as Tobio’s hand slid down his chest and cupped his erection. He fumbled for his key, all but tossing them at Shouyou as he bucked his hips into the large hand.
Shouyou just about managed to catch the set, and slid them into the door. He turned the key and fell into the room, making sure to pull the key back out, Atsumu and Tobio right behind him. He slid the door close and fell against it breathing hard.
Atsumu pressed Tobio into the wall with a thud, bodies flush against each other. He swallowed the moan that slipped out when he tugged at a lock of dark hair. He was interrupted by Shouyou pulling him away from a moaning Tobio, whose dark head had been thrown back, eyes glazed over with desire.
The keys were shoved back into Atsumu’s hands and Shouyou collided with Tobio, yanking him down aggressively to mash their lips together. Atsumu watched open mouthed as Shouyou spread Tobio’s legs with his own. Shoving a thick thigh beneath his, pressing it upwards.
The bodily shudder that went through Tobio had Shouyou moaning into the kiss. Though he was clearly unsatisfied as he yanked Tobio’s legs out from under him and pressed him firmly into the wall, carrying his weight. Shouyou groaned as he felt Tobio’s inquisitive hard body sinuously sliding against him, feeling himself aching with desire.
He pulled at Tobio’s legs until they wrapped around his waist, practically draped across Shouyou. His thighs rippled as his muscles tensed, bracing them as he pressed his straining erection against the swell of Tobio’s ass.
All three of them groaned: Tobio at the sheer strength Hinata possessed as he was pulled into position, he enjoyed being handled like he weighed nothing. Atsumu was aching at the sight of Tobio so easily being pulled around and the clear desire in his face; the way he looked so good being controlled.
The height difference between the two would have been comical in any other situation, but here, it left Atsumu hard and aching in his pants as he watched.
Atsumu jabbed the key back into the lock and turned it, locking the door and ensuring them privacy from his room-mate, Aran. He unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers and shrugged out of it, tossing the garment onto the floor.
“Come on, Shou. Let’s show Tobio what it means to have a good time,” he crooned, pressing his swelling cock into Shouyou’s ass. The man yelped, and Atsumu backed away, cackling as he almost dropped Tobio.
Shouyou glared at the blonde, and instead set Tobio on his feet, hands on his waist as he swayed on the spot. “Yeah, babe. How does that sound, Tobio? Wanna have some fun?”
Tobio nodded, swallowing thickly. The three of them collided, making their way over to the bed in a tangle of limbs and groping hands. Atsumu walked them until they sprawled onto the small bed and Shouyou cursed when he half fell off.
“Fuck, the bed’s too small. Should we push the two together?”
Atsumu shrugged, it’d probably be easier to just do it on the floor, but it would certainly leave them a lot more sore. They had another game in three days, so it’d probably be better to be as comfortable as possible.
Fuck it, we wanna have some fun, Atsumu dragged Shouyou off the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed the thin mattress and blankets, shoving them onto the floor, arranging them quickly. Tobio watched open mouthed as they worked, and let out a wordless shriek when he felt hands on his thighs and hips.
Atsumu snorted, “I got you babe, just come on down here,” he mumbled, holding onto Tobio as he knelt on the mattress between them, breathing hard as he settled.
Shouyou grabbed at his bicep, smiling gently up at him, before tugging him suddenly until Tobio was sprawled across his chest, hands clutching at his shoulders.
“You prepare him,” Shouyou shot Atsumu a brief look before focusing on Tobio. He rolled his eyes at the command but did as he was told, shuffling across the room till he reached his bag, he was certainly going to enjoy this . He unzipped and yanked out a small waterproof bag. “Seems like you’re already prepared,” Shouyou laughed, mouthing at Tobio’s neck, teeth scraping at delicate skin as hands helped rid him of his form-fitting sweater.
He grumbled under his breath as he crawled back to the entwined pair, dropping the bag beside the mess of mattress and quilts as he settled himself behind Tobio. Atsumu reached out to steady himself, marvelling at how small Tobio’s waist was in his grip: he could wrap his hands around the man and have his fingers meet.
Tobio gasped into Shouyou’s mouth when large hands grabbed at his bare waist, warm fingers stroking at his quivering muscles. His hips jerked back into the touch, and he couldn’t stop the shiver that travelled up his spine.
Atsumu groaned, leaning forwards, pressing his clothed chest to Tobio’s bare back, erection pressed against the curve of his ass.. He mouthed at warm skin, flushed a deep red as he fumbled with Tobio’s belt, pulling it off in one fluid jerk.
“So fucking pretty,” he hummed against bare skin, grinning when he felt the shiver that ran up Tobio’s spine.
Atsumu pulled back with great reluctance, yanking off his own shirt whilst Shouyou pulled back from Tobio’s mouth, both of them breathless. “Come on, Tobio. Get these off ,” he groaned, tugging at Tobio’s belt loops.
Atsumu yanked his own trousers off, pulling his pants down at the same time; he hissed when his erection sprung free. Tobio unzipped his trousers, and began shimmying out of them, he fell backwards against Atsumu’s chest, and moaned when he felt his straining erection press flush against his boxer-clad ass.
“Fuck, so, so big,” he moaned, grinding against Atsumu. Head tossed back as his eyes slipped close. He pressed himself back against Atsumu, hand palming at his own erection.
Atsumu’s hands travelled down Tobio’s chest, pinching and pulling harshly at his nipples until they were a dark colour. He smirked into pale skin at the high pitched whine Tobio made as he arched his back, hands fumbling on his pants as he struggled to get them off.
He picked up the pace, shoving his trousers down as he watched Shouyou rid himself of his shorts and underwear, erection springing free. He felt Atsumu’s hands move down, stroking over firm muscle until they were wrapped around his waist as he finally rid himself of his trousers, kicking them away from himself. He shivered: his waist had always been sensitive.
Tobio let himself be hauled up off the floor and into Shouyou’s arms, Atsumu pressed flush against him. “P- please, ” he moaned, rocking his hips as Shouyou and Atsumu mouthed at his neck. He barely stopped the whine from escaping his lips when the blonde pulled away.
He jumped when warm hands grabbed at the flesh of his ass, parting his cheeks. He groaned, falling forward against Shouyou when a thumb pressed against his hole, teasing the ring of muscle. Atsumu pulled away, and Tobio whined, hips jerking back, following the teasing touch.
He was distantly aware of Shouyou laughing gently, pushing him backwards so he was kneeling by himself. Atsumu’s hands once again pressed against his ass, and a lube - slick finger rubbed against his hole, pressing inside.
Tobio moaned, his cock hot and heavy between his parted thighs as he rocked back, sucking in Atsumu’s finger. He reached out, grabbing ahold of Shouyou’s shoulder to steady himself.
“Hands and knees, babygirl. Can you do that for me?” Shouyou hummed, fist stroking over his aching cock teasingly slow. The sight of Tobio so flushed, mouth parted as he moaned. He looked so good, it took everything he had not to just fuck into that warm mouth.
Tobio fell heavily forwards, landing on shaky arms. He looked up at Shouyou through lidded eyes, choking on a moan as Atsumu slipped a second finger inside. He let out a full body shudder, muscles clenching.
“ Please,” he groaned, leaning forward to mouth at Shouyou’s thigh, licking and biting the tanned skin, nuzzling his cheek against his cock. Shouyou grabbed a handful of dark hair, tearing his gaze from Tobio who pressed a kiss to the side of his cock. He instead looked up, meeting Atsumu’s gaze with dark eyes: silently urging him to hurry the fuck up.
The blonde was flushed and panting, one hand on Tobio’s chest, pinching an abused nipple between the pads of his fingertips while the other was pistoning two fingers inside of Tobio. He was half bent over Tobio, draping himself across the trembling man to mouth at the nape of his neck.
Shouyou yanked at Tobio’s soft hair, eyes widening at the whine that escaped him. Atsumu grinned up at him, eyes flashing. “Do it harder, Shou. Let him know that you’re in charge.”
Shouyou did just that, he yanked, nails scraping Tobio’s scalp roughly. “‘Tsumu, is he ready?” He panted, wanting to bury his aching cock in that warm and waiting mouth.
“Fuck. Nearly, Shou,” he mumbled, sitting upright on his knees, grasping at the still open bottle of lube and pouring it onto Tobio’s ass, the two fingers pushing the cold gel into him.
“So tight, baby. Sucking me in so good.” He added a third, groaning alongside Tobio at the way his fingers were sucked further into that tight wet heat. He scissored his fingers, wanting to make sure Tobio would be fully stretched for his length.
Shouyou scraped his blunt nails against Tobio’s scalp gently, tugging at his locks occasionally, smiling softly at the whines it drew from him. He dropped it, cupping his straining erection, squeezing the base.
He mentally urged Atsumu to hurry the fuck up, he felt as if he could cum just at the slightest touch, and that would be very embarrassing.
Atsumu pulled his three fingers out, Tobio’s hips jerking backwards, following his dripping hand. He tutted, pressing a firm hand to his lower back to stop him from moving.
Tobio looked back, cheeks flushed cherry red, “ fuck me,” he purred, back arching. He presented his ass to Atsumu, chest pressed into the thin mattress. He groaned when a large hand came down sudden and sharp against his ass, slapping the supple flesh.
Tobio was leaking steadily, straining erection brushing against the coarse mattress with every twitch of his hips. He braced his arms, looking up at Shouyou kneeling in front of him, tanned skin flushed a deep pink, mouth hanging open. His heavy cock jutting out proudly in front of him, bobbing only inches from Tobio’s mouth, strong hand wrapped around the base.
He crawled those few inches forward, ignoring Atsumu’s curse as he moved away from him, he just needed his mouth around that thick length. Choking on it, wanted to feel it in his throat.
He rose, leaning heavily on one arm as he wrapped his fingers around the hot length. Shouyou’s own hand dropped away, instead, tangling into dark hair again to tug gently at the strands.
He pressed a kiss to the weeping head, blue eyes locked with Shouyou’s own. He felt a hand on his ass, parting his cheeks, and Atsumu pressed inside of him, his blunt head slipping inside his wet hole.
He moaned, hot breath fanning over Shouyou’s cock. He noticed the almost violent twitch and smiled up at him, eyes wet at the stretch.
“Fuck, so tight. So warm. Suckin’ me in so good baby.”
“Please, Atsumu. I need more,” he whined, hips pressing back, muscles clenched.
A hand at his hip stopped him and Shouyou tugged at his hair, sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine and straight to his cock. “You do what we say, not the other way round. Slut .” Shouyou’s voice was deep, eyes glinting in the moonlight.
Tobio moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he tried hard not to cum. He trembles pathetically, Atsumu stilled behind him and Shouyou’s hand carding gently through his hair. He aches, cock twitching, a wet mess beneath him, but he holds on.
He inhaled sharply and raised his head. Shouyou smiled down at him, “was that okay?” Tobio noted the worry in his tone, and could only nod.
Tobio could barely choke at a “yeah,” and spread his hands, back arched almost sinfully between the two men.
“Please. Need it so bad. Want to be wrecked by your fat cock.” He clenched around Atsumu, drawing a sharp hiss from the blonde. The wet sound of obscene squelching was all they could hear in those few moments, Shouyou practically drooling, mouth open at the sight.
He groaned when Atsumu slid inside, cockhead scraping against his prostrate. He leaned back, taking in more of Atsumu, practically begging for him to just slam fully into Tobio, have him screaming on his long cock, or maybe choking on Shouyou’s thick length.
He gestured for Shouyou to move forwards with a jerk of his head, swallowing thickly when his fat cock pressed into his round cheek. “C-can I?” Tobio choked out, tongue fat and heavy in his mouth as he tried to speak, hole twitching as Atsumu pressed further inside.
Shouyou grinned, all smug and sexy, he nodded. “Fuck yeah, baby. Wanted that mouth on me when I saw you back in that bar.” Tobio groaned. “Knew you’d look like the perfect whore on your knees in front of me, and here you are .”
Atsumu held back a moan, who knew Shouyou could speak like that; maybe it was Tobio’s influence. He huffed out a laugh, but moaned when Tobio clenched around him. He pressed forward, and they groaned together when his hips were flush against Kageyama’s ass.
Hinata twitched, cock aching when Tobio and Atsumu moaned together. He could see Kageyama’s ass pressed tight against the blonde’s hips, the soft flesh of his cheeks jiggling with every movement. He was suddenly so understanding of Atsumu and the whole palming Tobio’s ass as much as he could. Kageyama had a really nice ass.
Atsumu slowed his pace so he’d last a bit longer, so the three of them could cum at the same time, even though he was aching. Kageyama’s tight heat pulsing so good around him, practically beginning for him to slam forward and absolutely wreck that hole.
He gripped at his narrow waist, curving slightly over his frame as he breathed deeply, face probably flushed a dark red. He really needed to get better control of himself.
Shouyou smirked down at Atsumu as if he knew what the blonde was thinking, but his mouth fell open in a moan when Tobio swallowed him down to the base expertly.
Hinata's gaze fell down at the sudden hotness around his aching cock. He was vaguely aware of Atsumu beginning to move again, hips pressed flush against Tobio’s ass before pulling back slowly, teasing.
He was shocked at how easy Tobio had taken his length, he wasn’t exactly small, nor was his girth anything to laugh at. His mind wandered to how many people Kageyama would have had to suck off to be this good, but him humming had all thoughts dropped from his head.
The vibrations had him twitching almost violently, hips jerking forwards until Tobio had choked, a hand shoving at his thigh gently before falling back to hold himself up. “Fuck, Tobio. I’m so sorry.” He paled, hoping he hadn’t hurt the man.
Atsumu paused his movement, eyes widening when Shouyou’s eyes water. He had been about to pull out when Tobio tightened around him, turning and shooting him a look as if to say wait for us . He nodded.
Shouyou looked away, too ashamed to look at Tobio. “Hey, Shou. It’s okay, I’m fine. Really,” he shifted, resting all his weight on one hand, letting the other wrap around Shouyou’s wrist, he tugged gently, drawing his attention. Hinata finally looked down at him, making eye contact.
“Are you sure? I mean, I just don’t want to make you, either of you uncomf-”
“Fuck, it was a little hot, actually. And I'd let you know if I didn’t like anything, just as you or Atsumu would if either of you were uncomfortable.” He smiled, bright and so kind it made his chest hurt. Shouyou nodded and Atsumu hummed in agreement, stroking at Tobio’s hip.
“Now, can you let me choke on that dick. I’ve wanted this for ages.” Shouyou choked, flushing a bright red, nodding enthusiastically.
Atsumu chuckled at his eagerness. “Atsumu,” Tobio purred and Atsumu pulled Tobio back against him as tight as he could. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I’ll be feeling it for weeks. Need you both so bad, fuck.” He broke off, moaning when Atsumu snapped his hips and fucked deep into him.
Tobio looked up at Shouyou, “ please,” he begged. And who was Hinata to deny such a pretty slut.
“Of course, baby. Whatever you need,” he was hesitant, but Tobio digging his teeth into his bottom lip had, practically trembling with want, filled him with confidence. Just take it slow, he told himself.
He released Tobio’s hair from the tight grip, instead resting his palm against his scalp. Kageyama rose, eyes dark as he took in Shouyou’s cock. He met his gaze, and Hinata nodded.
Tobio took Shouyou into his mouth, tongue wrapping around his head. He dipped the tip of his tongue into his slit, and hummed appreciatively at the drawn out moan and the jerk of his hips. He swallowed him down, tongue swirling around the length as he focused, eyes falling shut.
Tobio moaned around Shouyou at a particularly brutal thrust from Atsumu, the vibrations racing straight up his spine. He pulled Tobio forward by his hair until he was fully sheathed in Tobio’s mouth.
He could feel Shouyou’s cock hitting the back of his throat, filling him up so good, just as Atsumu filled him. A hard thrust had him jolting forward, Hinata’s cock practically resting in his throat. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, balls tightening as he approached the edge.
Atsumu pulled back, drawing Tobio off Shouyou, then slammed back in, hips snapping against his ass. Kageyama was jolted forward, swallowing Hinata’s cock all the way.
“Fuck, I’m so close, gonna cum inside your sloppy hole,” Atsumu groaned, hips jerking.
Tobio moaned, his own cock spurting under him as he was fucked deep and hard. Atsumu spread his legs further apart, lowering his hips so with each thrust he scraped Tobio’s prostate.
Shouyou moaned as his cock hit the back of Tobio’s throat, his mouth contracting around his length, pulling him in impossibly deep. His own hips jerked in time with Atsumu’s thrust, both of them filling a drooling Tobio.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-” Shouyou’s hips stuttered, hand tightening in Tobio’s hair as he came down his throat with a shout. Tobio moaned around his cock as he tipped over the edge, hips twitching as he came untouched.
He pulled back panting, eyes half shut as he watched Tobio swallow audibly. He groaned, “fuck baby,” he murmured, voice hoarse.
Tobio fell onto his elbow breathing hard, Atsumu picked up the pace behind him. Slamming into him hard as he tightened around the blonde’s cock.
“Tobio,” he groaned as he came, burying himself deep in that tight heat as he filled the raven up. He half fell across his back, sweat dripping off his forehead as he mouthed lazily at Tobio’s back. “S’good babygirl,” he murmured, tongue tripping over the syllables.
Atsumu pulled out slowly, softening cock slipping out of Tobio’s messy hole. Kageyama fell onto his stomach, legs still spread obscenely, arms tucked under his head, eyes half shut as he regarded the two men lazily.
He hummed appreciatively when a thick glob of his cum trickled out of Tobio and dripped down his thigh, he used two fingers to scoop and press his release back into the raven. Atsumu grinned at the stuttered moan he let out, legs twitching as he clenched down around the fingers.
Shouyou rose, stumbling to his feet as he leaned on the bed. “I’mma clean you up baby, okay?” Tobio hummed, smiling lazily as he rolled slightly to watch him hurry over to the pile of jumbled clothes, kneeling as he rooted around to find his pair of boxers.
He stood, pulling them on quickly, tucking himself in comfortably and hurried to the bathroom, pulling at the door handle.
Inside he pulled the string and winced at the sudden bright light. Squinting he ducked under the sink, yanking open the cabinet and pulling out a few white towels. He rose and flipped the tap, water spraying up as it hit the sink. He dampened the cloth with water, wringing the towels so they weren’t sopping wet.
Shouyou paused, looking at his chest in the mirror.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he saw the dark marks on his neck and chest. He poked at a prominent mark and scowled, these would take more than a few days to fade.
He dragged the rough fabric over himself, cleaning away the sweat of the day as best he could. Gently, he cleaned off his half hard cock, hissing as the fabric dragged across his sensitive length.
He hurried out when he deemed himself clean, leaving the bathroom light on so he could see better as he dropped to his knees on the mattress. Tobio had flipped so he was laying on his back and Atsumu had draped himself across his front, lying chest to chest.
They were kissing, one of Atsumu’s hands supporting his weight whilst the other tangled raven locks between long fingers. Shouyou felt himself twitch at the sight, and he flushed heavily, embarrassed that two men kissing was enough for him to stir. Though it was Tobio and Atsumu, two of the hottest men he knew.
“Hey, I’m back. Time to clean up, yeah.”
Atsumu groaned but pulled back, he felt icky with sweat, and knew Tobio would probably feel worse. Tobio pouted, brow furrowing as he tried to chase the blonde’s lips.
Atsumu giggled at how adorable he looked, and glanced at Shouyou. The slight flush to his cheeks knew he must be agreeing. “C’mon babe, otherwise you’re gonna feel disgusting in the morning.”
Tobio hummed, “fine,” he sighed, rising up on his elbows. Shouyou shuffled towards him and tossed Atsumu a towel.
“Thanks Shou,” he smiled, eyes drooping shut as he rubbed at sweat - sticky skin.
Tobio watched as Shouyou wiped his face, cleaning drool, sweat and cum from his chin and neck. He smiled up at him, eyes dropping shut at the relaxing feel of the towel rubbing in circles across his chest and stomach.
“Thanks Shou, had so much fun with you guys,” he huffed, turning slightly at Shouyou’s insistence so he could clean his back. Atsumu picked up another towel, and knelt between Tobio’s spread legs, wiping away thick smears of cum and lube.
“Yeah, me too. I’ve wanted to do that for ages,” Atsumu hummed, thinking back to the first match they’d had in the V League, when Shouyou had returned from Brazil to play for the Jackals. Tobio across the net from them. Those monster serves of his.
Shouyou smiled softly, “me too. I’ve wanted you guys for ages, and I want to be with you guys for even longer.”
Tobio opened his eyes and sat up, leaning heavily on his elbows. “Me too, Shou. Since Karasuno, when you hit my toss with your eyes closed. Fuck, you were so crazy back then. Still are now.”
Shouyou laughed, thinking back to that day. He could still remember it as if it were yesterday.
“Though playing as your spiker was fun Atsumu,” Tobio began before breaking off, looking away, cheeks tinged pink.
“What? What is it?”
“Oh my gosh, is it that whole, goody two shoes thing again?” Shouyou asked, cackling when Tobio flushed and looked away from the two of them.
“You still remember that?”
“‘Tsumu, I think that’s when he realised he liked being a good boy,” and the two of them laughed as Tobio spluttered, cheeks on fire. “You probably made him realise he liked being praised.”
Tobio frowned, throwing the towel beside him at Shouyou, smirking when the wet material slapped him across the face. He jerked his knee, digging it into Atsumu’s side, revelling in the wince he let out.
Atsumu grabbed hold of Tobio’s knee, eyes bright as Shouyou held the wet towel in his hand like a weapon. He cursed under his breath, groaning when two solid bodies collided with his, toppling him back to the floor, sprawled beneath the two.
The three of them laughed, wrapping around each other, Shouyou giggling as he wrapped an arm around Tobio’s Shoulder, face pressed to the dark crown of his head.
“Fuck, wait. Lemme get my boxers on,” Atsumu pouted, arm wrapped around Tobio’s waist, stroking at Shouyou’s arm where his hand curled around his bicep.
“Same,” Tobio extracted himself from the tangle of limbs, stretching, arms above his head.
He padded over to where their clothes were and pulled two pairs of boxers from the mess. He threw Atsumu’s blue pair at him, yanking his on as he moved to the bathroom.
He ducked inside the bright room and washed his hands, scrubbing at his arms harshly. He frowned, thinking about the two men in the bedroom, waiting for him to join them. He inhaled shakily, rubbing at his chest with a wet hand. Was he good? Good enough for them? Hinata and Miya were some of the closest friends he had, he didn't want to ruin anything with them.
Tobio panicked, breathing ragged as his mind whirled. He'd liked them for a long time, now he'd gone and ruined it.
“Hey, you okay?” Atsumu’s voice was directly behind him, pulling him from spiralling thoughts. He glanced up, looking in the mirror, seeing his worry in the reflection. The blonde approached him, dark hand towel in hand. He pressed himself to Tobio, tucking his head into the crook of his neck. “Here,” he murmured into warm skin, pressing the towel into Kageyama’s hands.
Tobio took the towel, Atsumu turning the taps close. He leaned back into the blonde, head tipped back. “Sorry,” he whispered.
“Nothing to apologise ‘bout. Come to bed,” he hummed, hand moving up Tobio’s chest, caressing soft skin.
He nodded, “okay Atsumu. I’ll go to bed with you.” He’d folded the towel unconsciously while Atsumu had talked, and set it down to the side, straightening the dark material out.
The two of them stumble out of the bathroom in a stumble of limbs, Shouyou has straightened the mattress out, patting it clean as best he could, pulling spare quits from the small wardrobe and laying it over the floor.
“Hey you two,” Shouyou hummed, quiet as he sat up, reaching for the pair. Tobio allowed himself to be shuffled over to Hinata, Atsumu’s arm snaking around his waist.
The three of them fell onto the bed of quilts and blankets, wrapping around each other, Tobio in the middle. Shouyou is curled around him, his front pressed to the raven’s back, arm wrapped around his waist. Atsumu threw his arm over Tobio, draping across Hinata’s side.
Their arms intertwined, Atsumu and Shouyou wrapping around Tobio, warm and content.
Tobio licked his lips, worrying the thin skin between his teeth. “I think we should, you know, try properly.”
“Like, for a relationship?” Shouyou opened his eyes, raising slightly so he could look down on Tobio and Atsumu. The blonde was smiling, hand wrapped around Tobio’s thigh, caressing the firm muscle.
“I’d like that. With you guys, I think I’ve wanted to for years, I just sort of realised only recently,” Tobio murmured into the stillness of the room, lis quirked up in a smile.
Shouyou grinned, settling down beside Tobio, pressing his smile into his shoulder. “Me too,” he hummed into skin marked by his mouth.
Atsumu nods, “yeah. Me three,” he laughed, forehead pressed into Tobio’s sternum. “Didn’t know you could be so soft, angry-yama,” he huffed, breath fanning over his chest.
“S-shut up.”
“He’s always been softy-yama,” Shouyou giggled, pressing his hand against where Atsumu’s rested on him, squeezing slightly.
“I think,” Tobio paused, eyes slipping shut. “We'll be amazing together.”
“I think so too, Tobio,” Atsumu mumbled, smiling as he drifted into unconsciousness, full of warmth and comfort, safe with these two men.
“We’ll be the best,” Shouyou murmured, curling further around Tobio, knees tucking in behind him as he settled, relaxing as he drifted off surrounded by the two men he'd loved for what seemed like forever.