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Iwaizumi & Oikawa forgot something in the locker room. They walk back & push the door open a bit, only to hear the most pathetic whining from inside. Iwaizumi gasps at the scene before them. Oikawa's eyes go wide as he makes eye contact with Hanamaki on his hands and knees, eyes half-lidded and panting, Matsukawa plowing into him from behind.
Hanamaki moans louder, and Matsukawa smirks when he notices why. "Oh? " You like being watched, slut?" he murmurs, barely loud enough to reach the door where Iwaizumi and Oikawa are standing. "Only by them," Hanamaki whines, squeezing his eyes shut as Matsukawa hits the right spot. "God," Matsukawa groans, "Of course it's by them, you can never take your eyes off Iwaizumi, even on the court."
He drapes himself over Hanamaki's back to nip at his ear. Hanamaki whimpers, only able to nod his head. Matsukawa eyes Iwaizumi almost predatorially before speaking directly to him.
"Hear that, Iwa-chan? My pretty boy is practically obsessed with you, drooling for it," he continues thrusting as he speaks. A shiver runs down Iwaizumi's spine as he takes in the sight in front of him, along with the lust-filled statement.
He has to admit, Hanamaki looks good like this, spit running from his open mouth, being stuffed full by what he thinks is the biggest cock he's ever seen. Jesus.
He glances to Oikawa at his side; he's still wide-eyed in shock, but he can see his friend's pants beginning to tent. He knows his own are in a similar state. He wets his lips. That's fucking hot.
He looks back at Hanamaki and Matsukawa. "Is that true, Makki?" he breathes out.
Hanamaki can't respond. A train of needy sounds leaks from his mouth as Matsukawa just takes and takes; he's too fucked out to even think.
The only indication he even heard Iwaizumi is the flush that spreads even further down his pretty chest, held up by Matsukawa's large hands on his shoulders. He’s practically putting Hanamaki’s body on display for Oikawa and Iwaizumi to see.
"Your fantasy boy asked you a question, Makki," Matsukawa pants out, snapping Iwaizumi out of his thoughts. He wraps one hand around Hanamaki's chin, squeezing his mouth into a pout, and lifts his head from where it was hanging. "Why don't you be a good boy and answer him, hm? Tell him all the dirty things you wish he'd do to you, how you sometimes pretend it's his cock fucking you so good you can't even talk."
Hanamaki weakly bats at the hand on his face, "P-please," he cries quietly.
"Speak up, pretty, our guests can't hear you." Matsukawa sounds smug as he removes his hand so Hanamaki can speak freely, thrusting forward particularly hard just to mess with him, and then slows to a grind. "Hah–ah fuck, Iwa please, please I w-wish it was you-uu," is all he manages to get out before Matsukawa grips his hips harshly and fucks into him again, hard.
"Oh god," Oikawa squeaks, the first noise or word he's spoken this entire time. Iwaizumi snaps his gaze to his friend.
Oikawa's knees have gone weak, and he's aggressively palming the fully hard erection he's now sporting. His eyes are glued to Hanamaki's own cock, bright red and drooling, bouncing with each bruising thrust from Matsukawa. He whines loudly and unabashed at the press of his own hand.
At the sound of his voice, Matsukawa's eyes also move to Oikawa, looking over him rather appreciatively, and he flicks his tongue out to wet his lips.
"Oh-ho, what's this? you like what you see, captain?" patronization dripping in his tone, "Or is it perhaps what you heard? You want a chance with this slut, too?"
Oikawa keens and shakes his head no, palm sliding over his crotch slower, like he's trying to hold back. He eyes Iwaizumi cautiously before speaking again, "Want– ah– I want Iwa-chan like that t-too." He shuts his eyes tightly, embarrassed.
Today is just one surprise after another for Iwaizumi, who knew not one, but two gorgeous guys wanted him so badly. Not to mention that one of them has been a lifelong crush and star of his wet dreams since he hit puberty.
Matsukawa smriks.
Iwaizumi sucks in a sharp breath at Oikawa's words and turns to him, his own erection obvious now, but he can't find it in himself to be ashamed.
"Oikawa... Tooru," he murmurs, watching Oikawa's hand move faster at the sound of his given name. His eyes snap open.
"Do you mean it, you want me like... like that?" He knows he sounds hopeful; he can’t really help it anymore.
"God, god Hajime, yes," he nearly sobs. Iwaizumi's own knees go weak at the admission, and the sight of his best friend and team captain essentially jerking himself off in his pants to the thought of being fucked to tears by him.
"What a sweet moment," Matsukawa interjects sarcastically, bringing their attention back to the scene in front of them. He's still making a mess of Hanamaki, who looks like he's been on the edge for 10 minutes now. "But"
He pauses to groan, tossing his head back, and paws harshly at Hanamaki's ass, smacking it. "Fuck, babe, don't clench like that unless you want this to be over already," Hanamaki mewls in response, "T-then don't stop fucking me, you ah– you asshole!"
Iwaizumi can't stop the hand that moves to his pants to palm at his own neglected cock. Everything is too hot. A soft huff escapes him as he finally gets some friction. Matsukawa resumes his brutal pace, making Hanamaki squeak, breathless as he continues, "But I have an idea," he grins wickedly.
"Since you're practically gagging for each other, why don't you have some fun of your own, right here, together?"
Oikawa nods vigorously, and Matsukawa's smile widens. "So eager for it, aren't you, loverboy?" he slaps Hanamaki's left cheek, as if Oikawa himself could feel it. And maybe he could, somehow, based on the whine he lets out. Oikawa grips his cock tightly in his pants to stop himself cumming right then and there. Iwaizumi nearly growls at the sight.
"Fuck. Fuck, Tooru, you want me that bad? You'd come in your pants just thinking about it?" He feels his cock twitch at the idea. Something to try with him later, if he gets the chance anyway.
"Yes, yes, please," He chants, resuming his hand movement. "Need you, Hajime, always needed you." Iwaizumi lurches forward and drags Oikawa into a messy, filthy kiss, forgoing gentleness and clashing their teeth together. It's all tongue and entirely too much spit, but neither cares; it's perfect.
It's a little funny, Iwaizumi thinks as he slides his tongue over Oikawa’s teeth, eliciting another pathetic whimper from him, that the way he finally gets to touch this man the way he's always craved is because they caught Makki and Mattsun fucking in the locker room.
He pulls back, Oikawa chasing Iwaizumi's lips as he goes, but he moves to his neck. Peppering kisses and small bites, littering the creamy skin with blotchy pink marks, "You're mine, Tooru," he pants, "always."
Oikawa hums, pitched high with pleasure, in agreement, and is pliant as he lets Iwaizumi continue whatever he wants.
The locker room is nothing but a chorus of moans, grunts, and the sweetest little whimpers between the four of them. Oikawa and Iwaizumi are nearly ripping each other's uniforms as they disrobe one another. Shirts, then pants, and finally underwear.
Iwaizumi sees heaven the moment Oikawa gets a hand around his cock for the first time, those perfect setter hands. Sparks fly behind his eyes, and he reaches for Oikawa.
They pump each other, fast and hard, only spit to ease the glide, and make out sloppily. It's more panting into each other's mouths than anything, but fuck if it isn't the hottest thing either of them has experienced.
Hanamaki suddenly wails loudly, "Gonna– gonna cum, Mattsun, please." Oikawa and Iwaizumi break away from each other to look at them, continuing to stroke one another.
Oikawa's moan gets caught in his throat at the sight of them. Iwaizumi has to will his orgasm back.
Matsukawa has lifted Hanamaki onto his knees, arms acting as a brace around his chest, pinching and pulling at his pert nipples, and his knees are slightly bent as he fucks hard and fast up into Makki, the smaller of the two trembling with each stroke.
"Go on, pretty, make a mess of yourself on my cock for them to see." Matsukawa's breathing is shallow, his words clipped, probably not far behind Hanamaki.
Hanamaki tries to snake his hand down his body to give his neglected cock some kind of stimulation, to bring himself over the edge, but Matsukawa smacks it away.
"Nuh uh, on my cock or not at all," Hanamaki whines, "You've done it before, haven't you, baby? C'mon, come for me, for them. Show them how cute you look when you fall apart," he coaxes sweetly.
The sweet, filthy words are enough for Hanamaki as he cries out, cock twitching and pulsing his release up his own chest. Matsukawa groans as Hanamaki’s hole spasms around his cock, and he spills inside with a grunt. "Good boy, Makki, fuck."
Iwaizumi presses his forehead to Oikawa’s and swipes his thumb over the head of his setter's cock. Oikawa mewls, sensitive and on the edge.
"Fuck that was so hot. This is so hot, you're so hot, Tooru. I wanna see you come like that, please come for me, baby?" Iwaizumi moans, too pleasure-drunk to care about the pet name slipping out.
"Hajime, call me that again." Oikawa's eyes are shut, he can practically taste his orgasm, he's so close he just needs–
"Baby, fuck, baby love you so much, always loved you, please come for me, wanna see you let go, bet you look so pretty coming all over yourself, please, Tooru," Iwaizumi rambles, too far gone, too close to his own finish line, he just wants to see Oikawa come.
Oikawa gasps as his pleasure crests, and he spills over Iwaizumi's fist, twitching with each spurt, sighing out "love you, love you, love you" repeatedly.
Iwaizumi presses his mouth to Oikawa's as he reaches his own peak, coating Oikawa's hand in return, letting out a groaned ‘fuuuuuck’ as Oikawa kisses him through it.
Eventually, they come down from their own high and look over to Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who are now at least semi-clean and partially dressed.
"Didn't know you'd be so whiny, captain," Mattsun simpers. Oikawa sends him a glare as he pulls up his underwear.
"Didn't know you were into being watched, pervert," he snaps back, though he can't fight the light blush that coats his cheeks.
Iwaizumi laughs, helping Oikawa with his pants after getting his own on, "Well, I didn't know Hanamaki wanted my dick so bad!"
Hanamaki squeaks indignantly as he pulls his shirt over his head.
"Hey! It's just a fantasy! Not my fault you showed up and got hard, okay? I love my boyfriend very much." He crosses his arms defensively with a pout and leans to peck his boyfriend's cheek. Matsukawa smiles triumphantly.
A look of confusion crosses both Oikawa's and Iwaizumi’s faces,
"Boyfriend?" "Love?"
Oikawa shoots him a look before Iwaizumi speaks again, "I didn't know you guys were dating. Why didn't you tell us?"
"Didn't wanna make you jealous, what with all your pathetic pining," Matsukawa rolls his eyes, like he's stating the obvious. Hanamaki chimes in,
"Speaking of, if that show was anything to go by, you two seem to require a discussion," he eyes them both knowingly, as Iwaizumi and Oikawa go pink.
"Yeah, I, uh, I guess we do, huh?" Iwaizumi scratches the back of his neck and faces Oikawa. "You wanna, um, go get something to eat and talk?" Oikawa regains composure, slips their hands together, and intertwines their fingers, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"I sure do, boyfriend. We can talk about how you’re gonna make it up to me for never mentioning your feelings! Let’s go," And promptly drags a now fully dressed Iwaizumi from the room without so much as a goodbye.
"Damn, who knew all it took for them to get their shit together would be to see us fucking," Matsukawa quips with a chuckle.
"Shut up, Mattsun. Oikawa was right, you are a pervert." He tugs Matsukawa's hand, "C’mon, I'm hungry too, and you owe me after that round!"
“Whatever you say, gorgeous.”