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“Okay, so what’s the plan? Chicken? Pizza? Chinese? Barbeque?” Kuroo asked Bokuto, the two of them stood in front of the dresser, pulling on their layers to bear the winter temperatures outside.
“I honestly don’t really care that much, I’m happy with anything,” Bokuto responded.
“Keiji, Kenma? Do you guys wanna pick?” Bokuto turned to ask his lovers still cuddling in bed.
“If you honestly don’t care, Kenma and I’ll talk about it and order while you two are out. Does that sound okay?” Keiji answered quietly.
“Sweet, I love not having to make decisions,” Bokuto grinned at him.
“We’ll grab our usual, is there anything else you’d like, babe?” Kuroo asked.
“I think I’d enjoy some peach soju, if you can find some. Thank you, love.” Keiji responded.
“I second that,” Kenma murmured in Akaashi’s chest.
Kuroo chuckled, “alright, we’ll get two bottles then. See y’all in a bit, babes.”
Kuroo and Bokuto made their way down the stairs to the front door where they slid on their shoes and helped each other into their coats. Holding hands, they shut the door behind them and started on the path to the convenience store.
“Actually though, what’s the plan?” Kenma asked, looking up at Keiji.
“Well, although he says he doesn’t particularly care, we know he could eat barbeque any night of the week. Particularly from Kankoku Ton-ichi, the Korean fusion place down on Kamiyamacho street.”
“Oh hell yes, I’ll have to agree with him there.”
Keiji rubbed Kenma’s back.
“Perfect, do you wanna look at the menu or should I just order something of everything?”
“I totally trust you.”
“Alright, I should go order so it’ll have a chance of being here by the time they get back. Excuse me, love.”
Keiji slid out from under Kenma and the covers, making his way to the media room where he sat at his desk and pulled the menu up on his computer. He picked out more than enough, with a variety of meats and plenty of vegetable dishes and sides. He personally didn’t like meat that much and knew that he’d just be eating the non-meat dishes, but his health-conscious boyfriends would also eat their fair share.
He called and placed their order, and since it’s a Monday night it was going to be ready in about twenty minutes and shouldn’t take more than ten minutes to reach their house. Bokuto and Kuroo might beat their food home if they hurried. Akaashi pulled out his phone and texted the household group:
‘Take your time'
Kuroo is typing…
‘Y’all really having fun without us? That was fast ;))’
Kenma is typing…
‘No. Get your head out of the gutter, moron.’
Kuroo is typing…
‘Yes sir, my apologies.’
Akaashi laughed and shook his head, walking back down the hall to the bedroom.
“Would you like to help me set up the kitchen and living room, love?” Akaashi asked Kenma from the doorway.
“Yeah, sure.”
Kenma stood and stretched, following Akaashi down the stairs. Kenma split off and went to the living room, pulling out their console and controllers. He started rearranging the furniture in a way that they’d all have a seat around the TV. Akaashi carried plates and silverware over to the coffee table, which was pulled up in front of the TV.
He returned to the kitchen and began pulling condiments and spices from the fridge and cabinets. Although the sauces that the restaurant makes are okay, Akaashi knew some killer recipes that they all loved.
Though it was already well into the night, Kenma drew the blackout curtains shut to give them their makeshift theater room. He decided to wait until they were all there to have input on the game. Akaashi carried the small bowls of sauce over to the coffee table and set them down.
He sat down on the couch that was against the wall and opened his arms to Kenma, who curled up next to him and rested his head on Akaashi’s chest. They talked to each other, simply enjoying each other’s company until the doorbell rang. Kenma hopped up first, offering Akaashi his hand and helping him up.
Akaashi opened the door and helped the woman unburden her arms and hands of the heavy plastic bags while Kenma dug into the pocket of the coat hanging on the wall for his wallet. Kenma glanced at the receipt and handed her a large bill, letting her know she could keep the change.
Her eyes widened and she nodded her head, “thank you so much. Have a wonderful night!”
She turned to start down the front path but immediately stepped back.
“Oh, my apologies.”
“No problem! Our bad! Please, go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
She stepped past Kuroo and Bokuto, who had stepped off the path to let her by. Once she had cleared their way, they closed the few remaining feet to the front door, beginning to remove their coats and shoes once inside.
“Perfect timing, or what?” Bokuto asked, grinning, and gave Kuroo a high five.
“Or what. You could have at least given us a few minutes to get it all set up,” Kenma retorted.
“Nah, this way we can help! What’d y’all end up getting?” Bokuto asked, making his way over to the bags on the kitchen table.
“No way. Keeiiijjjjiiiiii!!!! I already love you too much for my own good, how could you do this to me??” Bokuto fell to his knees, hugging Akaashi’s legs and nuzzling his face into his thighs.
“Thank you thank you thank you thank y-”
“Don’t mention it, Koutarou. I love you too. If you’d like to help, would you grab the pint glasses out of the fridge please?”
“Of course!” He jumped to his feet, planted a kiss on Akaashi’s cheek, and made his way to the fridge.
Akaashi and Kenma pulled boxes from bags and laid them out in a line on the table. Kuroo brought serving utensils over, placing them throughout the line. Setting the chilled glasses on the coffee table, Bokuto picked up his plate and made his way over to the line, serving himself large helpings from multiple boxes. Kuroo followed suit right behind him, Akaashi began unpacking the convenience store haul, and Kenma prepared two shot glasses in the kitchen. Akaashi carried the pack of Kirin Ichiban over and set it on the floor next to the coffee table on Bokuto and Kuroo’s side. Bokuto set his plate down at his seat and grabbed Akaashi and Kenma’s plates.
“Please not too much again, my love. Thank you,” Akaashi said, carrying the bottles of peach soju to Kenma in the kitchen.
Kenma was their master mixologist. He didn’t care much for most other forms of cooking or culinary feats but for some reason, making drinks and cocktails never got boring. Out of respect for the drink, they began their night with a neat shot from their glasses.
Kenma began preparing two of their favorite recipes, his own being a green apple cocktail and Akaashi’s being a cucumber mint mojito. Each of them went so well with the peach flavor of the soju.
Akaashi enjoyed watching Kenma work, but tonight he was waved away and told to go supervise Bokuto’s serving skills. Bokuto had done better this time around, but Akaashi still had to scoop some of the food from his plate back into their containers.
Kuroo had broken out their first cans and tilted their now frosty pint glasses to pour. By the time Akaashi was taking his seat on the floor, Kenma padded up behind him and set their first round of cocktails on the table. He sat next to Akaashi, pulling up close so their legs touched.
The four of them lifted their glasses and clinked them together, reaching across the table until they’d all cheers’d each other.
“Race ya!” Kuroo declared, getting a head-start and chugging his beer.
Bokuto whipped his head around, yelling “WHA-”
He threw his head back and slammed his beer.
Kenma made a face at them and groaned, Akaashi just shook his head. They each took gentle sips of their cocktails.
“This is perfect Kenma, thank you very much,” Akaashi smiled tenderly at him.
Kenma blushed.
"No problem,” he murmured before burying his face in his glass for another gulp. Kuroo started coughing and choking from across the table, and Bokuto yelled, victorious.
“You even started before me and I still beat you!” Bokuto laughed. He put his arm around Kuroo, rubbing his back, who was still coughing with tears now rolling down his cheeks.
“Consider my lesson learned,” Kuroo managed to get out with a smile.
“Now that that idiocy is over, whaddya guys wanna play?” Kenma asked, picking up his own controller.
“I mean, if we’re all gonna play, obviously either smash bros or mario kart,” Bokuto suggested.
Kuroo groaned. “Booooooo, we play smash way too much, let’s do mario kart.”
“Works for me,” Kenma said, passing the controllers out to each of his boyfriends.
Bokuto and Kuroo had both started on their next beers but were sitting up and getting ready to race. Kenma, who was generally pretty low-energy, sat up and leaned forward, ready to dust their asses.
Akaashi usually prefers to watch instead of partaking, but he plays the first few rounds to make them happy. He definitely wasn’t a fan of smash because he didn’t like fighting, simulated or not, especially against his boyfriends. Kuroo knew this, which is probably why he complained about playing smash too often. Akaashi glowed, thinking about how much he loves and appreciates Kuroo’s thoughtfulness.
He took another generous sip of his mojito and listened to the lighthearted argument about which track they were going to start with. Kenma was apparently vetoed because “he was going to win no matter which one they picked, so he doesn’t have a say.”
Kuroo and Bokuto decided to play one round of rock paper scissors to decide which of their choices was going to go first. Kenma grumbled, finishing what was left of his drink.
He got up and made his way back to the kitchen while saying over his shoulder, “you two better be ready to start by the time I get back.”
He quickly threw together his next round of the green apple cocktail and poured it into his martini glass. He prepared Akaahshi’s second mojito while he was up, carrying them both back over to the table. He sat cross-legged on the floor, glaring at the two men across the table from him.
They grinned at him.
“Are we ready now?”
“Yes sir, all good to go.”
Kenma grunted, picking up his controller and selecting his player and vehicle.
“Everyone ready?”
“Yep!”
“Yeah”
“Yes, love.”
They all took sips of their drinks as the countdown sounded. The round was filled with a significant amount of curses, Bokuto slamming into the table as he attempted to drift, and possibly some dirty playing as Kuroo tried to sabotage Kenma by calling out his name and reaching behind Akaashi to tickle him. It only resulted in his hand getting slapped away and him dropping two places on the leaderboard.
At the end of the round, Kenma’s character bounced under the ‘1st’ placement and he warned, “try that again and I will make sure you come in last.”
“ooooooo, Kuroo’s getting in trooooubleeee” Bokuto laughed, rambunctiously digging into the box to get himself a third beer.
“Maybe you should slow down a little my love, it’s only been 15 minutes,” Akaashi kindly requested.
Bokuto was big, and they knew it definitely would take more than a few beers to get him drunk, but “anything for you, baby.” He set the new can down on the table unopened.
“After the next round?” He asked.
“That’s fine, just… don’t chug it.”
Bokuto giggled mischievously, looking at Kuroo and wiggling his eyebrows until Akaashi glanced at him. Kuroo selected the next track and finished his beer as the countdown beeped again.
Kenma cuddled up against Akaashi, his cheeks starting to turn a shade of light pink. Akaashi finally finished up his first round and set it down on the table, inviting Kenma to sit between his legs while they played. The smaller boy nodded, clumsily climbing over Akaashi’s leg and curling up with his back pressed against Akaashi’s chest.
Although the race had already started, neither of the men cared too much. Akaashi didn’t feel the need to compete against his lovers and Kenma knew he could easily catch up and still place reasonably. They enjoyed each other’s warmth and affection while Bokuto and Kuroo laughed and screamed, sabotaging each other in any way possible.
This time, Kuroo placed above Bokuto, but Kenma still beat both of them.
“This is unbelievable! How can he start late and still beat us?!” Bokuto complained, but Kenma just laughed.
“No, the question is how can I start late and you guys still manage to lose?” His grin took over his whole face as he laughed.
Dead silence.
He looked up and was met with three staring and wide-eyed faces.
“What?” Kenma asked, worried he said something wrong.
Kuroo was the first one to speak.
“Your laugh is my reason for living.”
Bokuto just stared, mouth slack and face turning bright red.
Akaashi, in a rare fit of violent affection, threw his arms around Kenma and hugged him tightly.
“I love you so, so, so, so much,” he murmured into Kenma’s neck.
“You guys are so weird,” Kenma noted, withdrawing his arm from Akaashi’s grip and reaching for his second drink.
Bokuto finally shut his mouth and blinked a few times, shaking his head before glancing at Kuroo and back at his unopened beer on the table. He grabbed it and popped it open, taking gulp after gulp before remembering Akaashi’s plea. He set it down half-empty on the table. Kuroo picked it up and finished it off.
Bokuto reached in their box and pulled out another two, glancing at Akaashi for another admonishment. Akaashi wasn’t paying attention in the slightest. He was currently under Kenma’s shirt, pressing kisses into his warm skin.
“Oh jeez, don’t tell me we’re giving up this early!” Bokuto laughed.
“No one’s stopping you two from playing. In fact, you actually have a chance of winning now,” Kenma responded, turning his head to wink at them.
“Kenma is a force to be reckoned with when he’s had some drinks, isn’t he?” Kuroo mused.
Bokuto nodded, “definitely. I’m glad Akaashi seems to be on exactly the same page as him, though.”
“Can we do two out of three this time?” Kuroo asked, picking his controller back up.
Bokuto laughed. “What, afraid you’re gonna lose again?”
“Shut up.”
Kenma got incredibly dominant when he drank, and Akaashi loved it. He was happy on top or bottom, dom or sub, but he secretly always looked forward to when Kenma was assertive with him. Kenma was most often a submissive bottom, but alcohol made him very courageous.
That was how he ended up pinned down to the couch, Kenma on top of him. Kenma had Akaashi’s hands held above his head, looking down through his hair at Akaashi’s blushing face. Kenma was remarkably red himself.
“Yes or no?” Kenma murmured, leaning down to lick up Akaashi’s ear.
“Yes please,” Akaashi shuddered.
“Good answer.”
Bokuto and Kuroo were still going at in front of the TV, the table pushed to the side so they could sit right in front of the screen. Empty beer cans sat around them and their driving was getting so bad they were practically competing for last place.
They seemed completely oblivious to what was unfolding behind them, where Kenma was taking advantage of Akaashi’s sensitivity. He licked up and into the younger’s ear, exhaling light breaths that made his whole body shiver. He slowly trailed his tongue down Akaashi’s neck, sucking delicate kisses as he went. Akaashi’s whole body was twitching now, his back arched and knees jerking up.
“We’re going upstairs, I have some very specific things I’d like to do to you,” Kenma murmured in his ear.
Akaashi nodded, “yes sir.”
Kenma offered his hand down to help Akaashi up, and they stood. Kenma led them toward the stairs, where Bokuto and Kuroo finally noticed that something was going on.
“Hey, hey! Woah! What’s going on here?” Bokuto asked, nudging Kuroo in the ribs. They effectively gave up on losing their race and stared at the wildly blushing Akaashi being led by Kenma up the stairs. Turning off the console, they scrambled after the two.
It suddenly became a team effort for them to make it up the stairs in one piece. They leaned against each other and took each step one at a time.
When they finally reached the doorway to the bedroom, giggling against each other, Kenma sternly turned to them and said, “if you two are going to be in here, you can only watch from the chairs. No touching either of us.”
The two looked at each other and nodded at Kenma’s condition. Making their way to the chairs in the corner, they sobered quickly after seeing what Kenma had done to Akaashi so far. He was laying in the middle of the bed, completely naked, hands captive in handcuffs that ran through the bars of the headboard.
Kenma returned to what he had been doing, popping open the lid of a lube bottle and spreading some generously across Akaashi’s half-hard cock. Akaashi bucked his hips at the sudden touch and brought his knees together. Kenma used his clean hand to stroke Akaashi’s inner thighs gently with his fingertips, relaxing him and coaxing him into opening his legs again.
With that hand, he held onto Akaashi’s thigh and stroked him with the other. When Akaashi was throbbing with need, Kenma stood up from the bed.
Akaashi whined and whimpered, aching for the delicate pleasure he was now missing. Kenma made his way over to the closet and pulled open a few drawers before making his selections. He walked back to the bed holding a vibrator wand and a dildo.
“He’s going to kill him" Bokuto whispered to Kuroo.
“Keiji knew what he was getting into, but god help him,” Kuroo whispered back.
Kenma sat back on the edge of the bed, setting his new instruments of pleasure to the side. Akaashi looked at him with tearful eyes, wordlessly pleading to be wrecked.
“Yes? Or no?” Kenma asked for the second time that night.
“Yes. Please. Please, Kenma,” Akaashi begged with a voice that made Kenma’s cock twitch.
Kenma leaned down, kissing him deeply, feeding the desperation for more. He once again began to stroke Akaashi, who groaned into their kisses.
The click of a switch was followed by the sound of a vibrator, and before Akaashi had prepared himself, Kenma pressed the wand to his soaking wet tip.
He parted their kiss, throwing his head back in a breathless gasp. His back arched and his knees pulled up, which Kenma forcefully pushed back down. Kenma, still holding Akaashi down, ran the vibrator down his throbbing length, smearing his precum all the way down.
Akaashi was breathing heavily, pulling against the handcuffs that bound him to the headboard. Kenma would occasionally lift the vibrator from his sensitive cock, but the buzzing feeling remained, making it that much worse when Kenma continued his torture. One of these times, Kenma gave him a longer break as he spread lube on his fingers, then led down to Akaashi’s entrance.
“Yes?”
A whimpering nod.
“I need you to tell me yes, love.”
“Yes please.”
Kenma hummed in affirmation, tracing circles around the tight circle before pushing a finger in. As he worked Akaashi open, he resumed his torment with the vibrator.
Bokuto shifted uneasily in his seat. Akaashi was overwhelmed. Tears streaked his cheeks and he was desperate for both release and affection. After receiving an encouraging nod from Kuroo, Bokuto slowly made his way to the edge of the bed. He kneeled, hands in his lap.
Looking up at Kenma with worried and pleading eyes, he glanced toward Akaashi’s face.
“Please, may I?” Bokuto asked.
Kenma nodded.
Bokuto was suddenly there, stroking his cheek, wiping away his tears, brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead.
“Keiji, baby, look at me. You’re doing so well,” Bokuto whispered softly, “Kenma’s gonna take care of you, just hold on.”
At that moment, Kenma slipped in a second finger. Akaashi gasped and tensed, waiting for a pleasure that wouldn’t be coming soon. Kenma rubbed the vibrator, now on its lowest setting, in circles around the head of Akaashi’s cock.
Scissoring his fingers, he avoided the spot where he knew Akaashi wanted him. He knew if Akaashi came now, what he had planned would just be excessively overstimulating. He quickly added a third to ensure Akaashi was stretched enough, then withdrew his fingers and switched off the vibrator.
Writhing against his restraints, Akaashi begged for release.
“Patience, my love. You’re doing perfectly, we’re almost there,” Kenma leaned over him and pressed gentle kisses against his forehead, cheek, and lips.
Since Kenma had already been fucked once that day, he was practically able to slip three fingers in from the get-go. He was ready in less than a minute.
He picked up the dildo from the sheets and placed himself between Akaashi’s legs again.
“Yes?”
“Please, ple- ah!”
Kenma plunged the length of the dildo inside Akaashi and held it there in place. Akaashi tried to grind down on it, but Kenma held his hips down.
He knew he was being cruel, but seeing Akaashi in this position, teary-eyed, pleading and begging to be fucked? That was almost enough itself to do him in.
He slowly withdrew the length to the tip, then plunged it back in to the hilt.
“Ready?”
“I’ve been telling y-”
“A simple yes or no will suffice, darling.”
“Fuck me, now.”
“Mmmmmm… I suppose that works too.”
Kenma pressed Akaashi’s hips all the way down to the bed with the dildo still inside and climbed on top of his hips, eliciting a lewd groan from the younger’s lips.
“Thank you for your assistance, Koutarou, you can return to your seat now.”
“Yes sir,” Bokuto rose to his feet, but never took his eyes off the two in front of him while he walked back to the corner.
Kenma lifted Akaashi’s aching cock and lined it up with his entrance.
Akaashi’s eyes glanced up at Kenma’s, “no condom?”
“Lucky bastard,” in a whisper from Kuroo to Bokuto.
“No, I want you to feel me tonight. Is that alright?”
“Yes, I’m more than alright with it.”
Kenma smiled as he pressed down on Akaashi, “Good.”
All went according to Kenma’s plan. When he lowered himself down on top of Akaashi’s hips, his weight pressed Akaashi down into the bed, where the dildo pressed up at the deepest, most perfect angle.
Akaashi nearly came on the spot.
“If you think you can handle it, you can adjust until it hits your favorite spot when I move.”
“I- I don’t think I would last five seconds, so I think I’ll wait until the end. This feels perfectly amazing too.”
Kenma hummed, using his lean thighs to lift himself up and thrust down on Keiji again. He began a steady pace, and Akaashi gasped, gripping onto the bars of the headboard while he received pleasure from two sides.
Muted moans escaped Kenma, who was finally receiving satisfaction of his own. He kept one hand on Akaashi’s chest for leverage, pushing himself up and down, while the other came to stroke his desperate length. Considering what Akaashi had already been through and was currently going through, Kenma was surprised he was still able to keep going.
Kenma angled his hips back, allowing Akaashi’s cock to ram up into his prostate with each movement. Kenma let out a strangled gasp and came to a stop to gather his mind. This felt unbelievable, riding on top. He rarely ever did, and when he did, he wasn’t exactly in control. When he did it this way, it reached so much deeper and harder inside him. Going like this, he wouldn’t last very long either.
“I think I’m close… Are you ready?" Kenma asked, looking at Akaashi’s face as he leaned over to undo the handcuffs.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Akaashi shifted his hips and closed his eyes and mouth shut, the dildo pressing into his prostate. He placed his hands on Kenma’s hips.
“Ready.”
Kenma picked up a new pace, faster and less erratic. Both he and Akaashi were being desperately rammed, and they were ready to release.
“Ah! Keiji, baby, I’m- ah!”
Akaashi used his hands on Kenma’s hips to slam him down, hard. That was enough.
Kenma screamed out, fingernails digging marks into Akaashi’s chest, whose eyebrows were furrowed and head thrown back in a deep groan. They both came at the same time, Akaashi bucking up hard inside Kenma and Kenma curling down to press his forehead into Akaashi's chest. They both twitched and shivered, still feeling the pleasurable sensitivity coursing through their bodies.
"God damn."
"Agreed."
The two on the bed glanced up at the two in the corner to discover that they had been stroking each other while watching and presumably finished at the same time as them.
"Kenma, love-" Akaashi began desperately.
Kenma looked down and remembered that Akaashi was not only still inside him, but there was also a dildo inside him. He quickly pulled off Akaashi and withdrew the dildo from him. Akaashi whimpered, and it was clear he needed some expert aftercare.
"Kuroo, can you go get some washcloths for us to clean up with?" Kenma asked while gesturing for Bokuto to come closer.
Kuroo nodded and hurried out the door and down the hallway. Kenma collected his toys from the bed and set them on the floor to be cleaned later. Although he could feel Akaashi's cum dripping down his thighs, he still inched closer to help Bokuto shower Akaashi with love and affection and comfort.
"Hey, baby. You did so amazing, you looked perfect, I'm so proud of you," Bokuto cooed while stroking his hair.
Kenma curled up next to Akaashi, tracing delicate designs into his arm.
"Thank you, Keiji. You did such a good job."
Kuroo finally returned with steaming towels and handed one to Bokuto, who quickly wiped himself off and went to start on Akaashi.
"Wait, can I?" Kenma interrupted, reaching out a hand for Bokuto's towel.
"Sure, no problem."
He resumed stroking Akaashi's hair, pressing gentle kisses into his cheek. Kuroo started on Kenma, beginning with the obvious mess dripping between his thighs. Kenma let him work while he gently wiped his own cum off Akaashi's stomach. He then moved to wipe down his cock, being very thorough. Finally, he wiped the lube from between Akaashi's thighs.
Once Kuroo was done, Kenma sat up against the headboard and gestured for Akaashi to come lay in his arms. Akaashi gratefully did so, crawling up and wrapping his arms around Kenma's waist and burying his head in Kenma's chest. It was warm and safe, and he felt loved.
Bokuto curled up behind Akaashi, resting a hand on his hip. Kuroo laid next to Kenma, putting his arm over Akaashi's back and gently stroking.
"Wait… what about the food downstairs?" Bokuto asked.
"Not it."
"Mm"
"Not it."
"You've gotta be kidding me! Not you too, Keiji!!! You guys are the worst!" Bokuto grumbled and jumped up to speedrun putting away leftovers. He was incredibly loud but made it back in less than 60 seconds. He jumped in bed, huffing, and Akaashi turned to cuddle him.
"Thank you for helping Kenma out tonight, Koutarou. We both appreciate it." Akaashi whispered.
"Of course, I just worried about you, no problem." He hesitated for a second before adding, "Thank you all for a great reunion. Today was absolutely perfect, and I couldn't have asked for anything more."
"I would have asked to be allowed to join what we witnessed tonight, but maybe that's just me," Kuroo laughed.
That earned smiles from Kenma and Akaashi, and Bokuto grinned while nodding.
"Next time. Don't worry," Kenma assured.
"You're already planning on a next time??" Kuroo bolted up, looking terrified yet intrigued.
"Who are you kidding? Don't we have sex like, multiple times a week? Of course I'm already thinking about when and who's next," Kenma nonchalantly replied.
"Wait, no, hold up. You plan who you're gonna have sex with next?" Bokuto asked.
"Ugh, I mean, I don't exactly plan it, but I might at least have cravings for something specific or decide based on schedules, blah, blah, blah."
"I do the same," Akaashi chimed in.
"......so who's next?"
Silence.
"Oh, I have lots of ideas. Don't worry," Kenma said mischievously, smiling before cuddling up into Kuroo's chest.
Kuroo and Bokuto shared a look of fear and interest across the bed and held their boyfriends close until the four of them easily drifted off to sleep.