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When Tobio’s flight lands in Rio de Janeiro, he’s met with two sets of arms around him. Shouyou is bright and smiley, even more tan than his pictures on social media showed him to be. His face and arms are dusted with beautiful freckles, and his eyes sparkle with warmth and familiarity.

Tooru wraps long, tanned arms around him too. He smells like the beach, humid air and hot sand. Tobio hugs them back because of course he’s going to hug them. He hasn’t touched either of them in years, and they feel like home.

“Happy birthday,” he says into Shouyou’s hair.

Shouyou shoves him gently. “It’s not my birthday yet! Not for another…” he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time, “another nine hours.”

Tobio catches himself staring at Shouyou’s hands. They’re rough and calloused, and bigger than Tobio remembers. Shouyou is much bigger than Tobio remembers. He’s still short -- really, adorably short -- but he’s filled out. His shoulders are broader and his face has lost almost all of the chubbiness around his cheeks. Brazil has done him well.

Tooru hooks an arm around Tobio’s waist, pulling him into his side. Tobio sucks in a breath at the contact. They’re pressed against each other, and he can feel the heat of Tooru’s body. He’s all hard muscles and relaxed touches, and it makes Tobio feel bubbly in his stomach.

“Are you taller than me?” Tooru looks to Shouyou for confirmation. “Is he taller than me?”

Shouyou tilts his head, studying them. Tobio feels strangely exposed with Shouyou’s gaze on them. He digs his teeth into his lip while Shouyou studies the tops of their heads. It should hurt, but Tobio hardly cares.

Shouyou’s eyes widen. “He is! No fair, Kageyama!” Shouyou playfully shoves him again. “How’re you still growing? Stop it!”

“It’s not like I can help it!” He swats at Shouyou’s hands. The contact is familiar, and it makes his heart jump.

Shouyou swats him back and then grabs his wrists and pulls him in close. Tobio’s breath catches in his chest at the intensity in Shouyou’s eyes. They’re suspended in a moment of deep eye contact and closeness. “I’m glad you’re here,” Shouyou says.

Tobio feels a small smile pull at his lips and sees it mirrored on Shouyou’s face. “Me too.”

Shouyou releases his wrists and reaches for Tobio’s bag at his feet. Just like that, the moment is gone. “You’ll love our hotel room. You can see the whole city from the balcony!” He settles the bag strap over his shoulder and beckons them as he starts across the airport. Tooru places a hand on the small of Tobio’s back, guiding him after Shouyou who is already several paces ahead of them.

“How was your flight?” Tooru’s voice is soft and barely audible over the noise of the airport.

Tobio studies him. He hasn’t seen Tooru since high school, and he’s surprisingly delighted to see how Tooru has grown into himself. Tobio has kept up with the absurd amount of selfies Tooru posts on social media, but seeing him in person is different. His energy feels different, more self-assured and relaxed. “It was fine.”

“I’m glad.” Tooru’s hand drifts up his back and squeezes his shoulder before dropping to his side. The touch is light and curious, and Tobio can’t decide whether he wants to shy away or press closer. “You look good,” Tooru says.

Tobio’s head snaps to him, but Tooru is looking at Shouyou’s back, a sly smile on his lips. It makes something warm and syrupy twist in Tobio’s gut. “So do you,” he answers honestly.

He isn’t sure what else to say, but he doesn’t have to say anything; Tooru and Shouyou seem to be content to do most of the talking on the way back to the hotel. They hail a taxi outside the airport, and Tobio spends half an hour crammed between them while they point out the windows at various places they’d been to and landmarks they want him to notice. Tobio resists the urge to remind them that he already knows the big landmarks after traveling to Rio de Janeiro for the Olympics last year. It’s more fun to share in their enthusiasm.

“The beach is that way,” Shouyou points out the window on Tooru’s side. “Heitor is gonna meet us there tomorrow for some volleyball. That is… if you’re up for it.” He waggles his eyebrows in a ridiculous taunt.

Tobio scoffs. “I’m up for it.” Even though he knows he doesn’t have the skills to keep up with Shouyou and Heitor on the beach, he gives Shouyou a competitive smirk anyway. It’s a whole different skill set than volleyball on the court, but that won’t stop him from trying.

Tooru beams and insists that, with Tobio here, he finally won’t be the worst player at beach volleyball. Tobio watches him curiously as he elaborates on his failure to keep up with Shouyou and how difficult he finds beach volleyball. It’s a side of Tooru that Tobio has never seen. He never would have admitted to anything like that before, but now he comfortably talks about his struggles.

Maybe it isn’t a big deal anymore, Tobio realizes. Maybe Tooru doesn’t mind struggling as much as he used to. Maybe he doesn’t need to feel like he’s the best. Tobio doesn’t know what to do with that realization, but he doesn’t have much time to examine it. The taxi drops them off on the sidewalk, and Shouyou gives the driver a handful of reais. Tobio isn’t quite sure of the conversion rate, but it looks like a generous tip.

Shouyou leads them inside the towering hotel, bouncing with enthusiasm. Tobio’s jaw drops. It’s beautiful. He can’t read the Portuguese signs, but he can tell the hotel is expensive. Shouyou went over the top. There are crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the lobby and perfectly maintained plants in every corner. He leans over to Tooru and murmurs, “how much did this cost?”

Shouyou whips around. “Don’t worry about that, Kageyama. You paid for the flight out here.”

Still, Tobio feels guilty about the expenses. He offers Shouyou a weak smile, and Tooru claps him on the shoulder.

“Relax. We were gonna get a hotel room whether or not you came.”

Shouyou shoots Tooru a disapproving glare, but doesn’t say anything. Tobio looks between them, sensing some tension and a meaning he’s not privy to. He wants to ask, but he can’t bring himself to pry if they’re not going to offer any information.

The tension dissipates when the elevator chimes and opens for them. Tobio watches Tooru press the button for the twenty-second floor and feels his eyebrows rise. When Shouyou had said they’d be able to see the whole city from their balcony, it hadn’t been an exaggeration.

Tobio can only describe their room as grand. It has a little kitchen nook and a spacious bathroom with a luxuriously large glass shower. However, what holds his attention is the giant bed in the middle of the room. One bed. Tobio isn’t sure what the sleeping arrangement will be, and he feels a bit too anxious to ask. He’s shared beds before, so that’s not a big deal, but with Shouyou and Tooru, it feels intimate. He’s close with them -- or at least he was before they moved away. It’s not like sleeping next to a teammate while traveling; Shouyou and Tooru booked a room with one bed, fully aware of the implications.

“Kageyama, look!” Shouyou pulls open the glass door to the balcony and leaps out to lean over the railing. “It’s beautiful.”

Tobio drops his bag on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, right next to Shouyou’s and Tooru’s bags, already half unpacked. Then he follows Shouyou out onto the balcony. It’s beautiful from so high up. It looks like something on a postcard. He never imagined he’d see Rio de Janeiro from this perspective, and his gut knots up.

The wind is sharp and chilly. It ruffles Shouyou’s hair and makes his cheeks go pink. Tobio thinks he looks beautiful like that. His own face heats up, and his palms get a little sweaty. He wipes them on his sweatpants.

Shouyou’s eyes rove over the city, and his mouth pulls up into a big smile. “My home is over there.” He points somewhere far off on the other side of the city. Tobio can’t really pick out the specific location, but he follows Shouyou’s finger to the general area. He tries to imagine what Shouyou’s home would look like, and he comes up empty. He doesn’t even know what a Brazilian home looks like. It would be nice to see where he lives, Tobio thinks.

“Why didn’t we stay there?”

“What, do you wanna see it? We can drop by sometime tomorrow if you really wanna,” Shouyou arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Thought this would be a nice change. And we won’t have to worry about bothering my roommate.”

His roommate. Tobio vaguely remembers seeing pictures of the roommate, but he can’t recall the man’s name. Tobio’s mouth twists into a frown. He’s not sure why Shouyou thinks they’ll bother his roommate. Tobio prides himself on being respectful of others. He would have been perfectly content to sleep in a chair instead of letting Shouyou spend money on a hotel. However, mentioning that now wouldn’t change anything. Shouyou must have had a good reason to want a hotel room.

Tobio can think of one reason in particular that they might need the privacy of a hotel, but he’s not going to bring that up. Not while he’s sober, anyway.

“Oh,” Tobio says. He turns back to look at Tooru, sitting on the bed and watching them. He has one leg tucked up underneath him, and his hands are folded in his lap. “You’re not gonna come out?”

Tooru shakes his head. “Already seen it.”

Shouyou snickers. “He’s afraid of heights.”

“I get vertigo, Shouyou! I can’t help it.” Tooru folds his arms and pouts. He looks adorable with his lips pouted like that, and Tobio almost thinks he could kiss them. He blinks a few times and pushes the thought away. Of course Tooru is attractive -- he’s really fucking hot -- but that doesn’t mean Tobio’s going to do anything about it.

“Alright, come on,” Shouyou puts a hand on the small of Tobio’s backs and guides him back inside. “It’s still a little early for any clubs to open, but I figured we’d get dressed and go out to dinner first.”

“Dressed?” Tobio asks. “We’re already dressed.” He looks down at his sweatpants and baggy jacket. Sure, they’re not the most fashionable, but they’re really comfortable.

Shouyou and Tooru exchange a look before bursting into laughter.

“Oh Tobio. Baby, no,” Tooru says in between laughs.

Tobio frowns, feeling strangely patronized but not really in a bad way. It feels tight in his chest like hot anxiety, and he wrings his hands. Tooru stands up and cups Tobio’s jaw in his hands. Tobio pouts at him, but Tooru’s thumbs brush over his cheeks which makes Tobio’s heart pound on his ribs. “It’s okay. You can borrow some of my clothes. I packed extra.”

Tooru releases him and goes to paw through his suitcase. Shouyou leans over his shoulder. “Did you bring those cutoff shorts?”

Tooru’s face lights up. “Yeah. You think they’ll suit him?”

Both men turn to look at Tobio, and he has to resist the urge to cross his arms in front of himself. They’re both looking at him with shared smiles. Tobio feels vulnerable under their gaze, and his heart beats faster. His stomach twists, but their flirty smiles make soothing warmth bloom in his chest.

“I do,” Shouyou says.

Tooru pulls a pair of denim shorts out of his luggage and tosses it to Tobio. He catches it clumsily, holding them away from his body to examine them. They were dangerously short.

“Half of my ass is going to hang out.” Tobio says.

“That’s the point!” Shouyou bounces on his toes. “Everybody wears stuff like that. You’ll look great.”

Tooru purses his lips, and Tobio can see him thinking. “Did you bring the right kind of underwear for shorts like that, or do you need to borrow some of those too?”

Tobio feels his face go hot at the idea of wearing Tooru’s underwear. He shifts his weight and jams his hands in his pockets. He’s fucking sweating. He can feel it beading up on his forehead and the back of his neck. Thinking about wearing Tooru’s underwear feels obscene. He bites his lip -- hard.

Shouyou nudges Tobio with a wink. “Or you could just go commando.”

Tobio feels his cheeks burn even hotter. He can’t even stumble through a sentence. He can’t wear just a pair of shorts with nothing underneath. What if he slips out? It would be humiliating, but if Tobio is being completely honest with himself, he likes the shorts. He wants to wear them. He wants to wear Tooru's clothes.

Tooru gasps in mock-offense. “Shouyou! Commando? How scandalous!”

Shouyou’s cheeks turn bright pink. “What? I do it all the time.”

Tooru gasps again. “You’re so naughty!”

Tobio’s stomach flips over. He makes a needy noise in his throat that he hopes wasn’t loud enough for them to hear. Shouyou and Tooru laugh and bat at each other’s hands, but Tobio is still reeling. Tooru called Shouyou naughty, and Shouyou laughed. They both laughed. They’re joking and teasing each other, and Tobio hardly understands the dynamics of their relationship.

While they’re distracted with each other, Tobio drops his sweatpants and briefs, stepping out of them and stepping into the shorts. He pulls them up over his ass, and as he’s doing up the button, he feels eyes on him. He looks up to see both men staring at him with wide eyes. Shouyou’s mouth is hanging open a little, like he can’t believe Tobio would be so bold.

Frankly, Tobio can’t believe it either. He can feel the coarse denim sitting snugly over his cock, and he likes it. The shorts are a little loose in the waist, but they fit his ass well. It’s exposed just like he suspected, but the shorts sit just right. Shouyou and Tooru stare, and it burns him up inside.

He turns to the wardrobe, looking in the full length mirror. He sees his own lips part at his reflection. The shorts don’t cover much, but he can see all the muscles in his thighs and the curve of his ass. They don’t do much to conceal the shape of his cock either.

Shouyou gives him a self-satisfied smirk in the mirror before turning to rummage through his suitcase. He pulls out a bright blue cropped hoodie and a pair of shorts that are so short they might be illegal. He tugs his shirt off, either unaware of Tobio’s gaze on him or intentionally letting him stare.

Shouyou has gorgeous tan lines. Tobio can’t pull his eyes away. As Shouyou steps out of his pants, Tobio can see the fair, freckled skin of his ass. So he really wasn’t lying about not wearing underwear. His tan lines sit low on his waist and high on his thighs, and it makes Tobio wonder what kind of swimsuit he must have. Even though Shouyou is far more exposed now, the thought of him in such a skimpy swimsuit, in front of everyone on the beach, makes a blush rise in Tobio’s cheeks.

Shouyou’s fucking hot. He shimmies, shifting his weight, as he pulls the shorts over his ass. He throws the hoodie over his head, and Tobio watches the muscles in his back stretch as he pushes his arms through the sleeves.

He wants to grab Shouyou’s waist and pull him into his chest. Fuck the club, Tobio could give Shouyou a better birthday memory. He shakes his head and bites the inside of his cheek to clear his mind. He hasn’t thought about Shouyou like that in a long time, not since they broke up after graduation.

Tooru moves over to Shouyou, buttoning tiny shorts over fishnets. He’s shirtless, and he spins Shouyou around to look at Tobio. Shouyou catches the look on his face and smiles at him.

“Don’t know if you got a good look at these,” Tooru says, sliding a palm up Shouyou’s stomach to lift the hem of his hoodie. He pushes it up to Shouyou’s collarbone and reveals two silver barbells in Shouyou’s nipples.

Tobio’s breath catches. Fucking nipple piercings? When did Shouyou get those? They look so damn good, and Tobio wants to put his mouth on them. He forces his mouth closed and swallows hard. Tooru’s a little shit for provoking him like that. He knows about their history, and he’s clearly teasing.

Shouyou squirms out of Tooru’s grip and pushes him away. “Fuck off, you got one too!”

Tobio’s eyes drop to Tooru’s chest, and he sees a silver ring through his left nipple. These men are going to kill him before they can even finish getting dressed.

Tooru laughs and scratches the back of his head as pink rises in his cheeks. He gestures in Tobio’s direction. “Look, you broke him.”

Tobio splutters as he tries to regain control of his voice. “I-I’m fine.”

“Yeah, you are,” Shouyou says with a smirk. “Do you have a shirt to wear?”

Tobio glances down at his bag. He wishes they would have told him about their plans to go clubbing. He didn’t have much that would work in a club. He tentatively pulls a fitted black tee out of his bag and holds it up for Shouyou’s inspection.

The corner of Shouyou’s mouth quirks up as he meets Tobio’s eyes. “That’ll work.” He says it with such confidence, like he just knows Tobio will look good.

Tooru slides his arms into a casual blue button up and steps in front of the mirror to adjust the collar. He leaves the buttons undone, exposing his chest and stomach. That tanned skin looks so soft. Tobio clears his throat and turns around to change into the tee shirt. He has to get a hold of himself. These two are walking sex-appeal, and Tobio can’t afford to get hard in these shorts.

They walk to dinner. It’s an outdoor bar-style restaurant a few blocks from their hotel. Tobio doesn’t know what to get, so Shouyou orders for him -- feijoada -- the same thing he gets. Tobio has never had it before, but he likes the salty taste. Tooru even lets him have a bite of his acarajé which is really damn good. He asks for another bite, and Tooru trades him for a spoonful of feijoada.

After their meals, they share an açaí sorbet, which Tobio has also never had before. They all eat from the same bowl, and Tooru shoves their spoons out of the way whenever he wants a bite.

“Hey, you’ve got some there,” Shouyou says, reaching out with his thumb to rub at the corner of Tobio’s mouth. He then brings his thumb to his own lips and licks it clean. Tobio freezes, watching the way Shouyou’s tongue, purple from the sorbet, swipes over the pad of his thumb. Shouyou chuckles awkwardly when he meets Tobio’s eyes. “Try to keep your food in your mouth, Kageyama.”

Tobio swallows hard. Shouyou’s so pretty when he smiles like that, a pink blush covering his cheeks. Tobio shifts in his chair. He takes another spoonful of the sorbet, careful to avoid spilling it, and focuses on the cold sweetness because it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

They get a taxi to the club, and Tobio watches out the window as the city’s nightlife blooms. The sun set while they were eating, and now the street lights and bright storefronts illuminate the roads.

The club is dark and crowded, full of hot bodies and music loud enough to rattle Tobio’s ribcage. He can feel the music thump in his chest, and he smells smoke, some combination of cigarettes and fog machines. The neon lights dance across Shouyou and Tooru, making them look otherworldly.

Shouyou pulls them to the bar first, getting them a couple rounds of shots. Under the neon lights and pulsing music, Tobio can’t tell exactly what kind of drink they hand him, but he takes it anyway. Judging by the burn in his throat, it’s something strong.

He thinks about refusing the second shot -- he doesn’t want to get drunk too quickly -- but Tooru presses it into his hand and guides it towards his mouth, and he swallows it before he can decide he doesn’t want it. It burns going down, but warmth spreads in his belly, curling out into his body like pleasant tendrils.

A hand curls around his wrist. It’s Shouyou, pulling him out to dance. Tooru has a hand on his back, and he can feel cool fingers on his skin where his shirt has ridden up.

Then Shouyou’s grinding on him, and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, and he doesn’t know how to move his body, and he sure as hell doesn’t know where Shouyou learned to move like that. He’s rolling his hips up into Tobio and grinding on his thigh, and Tobio can see the cut of his abs below the cropped hem of his hoodie.

He can feel Tooru’s hot breath on his neck. His mouth is so fucking dry, and his head is empty. He can’t remember how to think.

Tooru’s hands wrap around him and gently guide him into a rolling motion. He’s almost sure he isn’t doing it right. It feels stilted and wrong and so unlike the motion Shouyou has.

“Relax,” Tooru’s voice barely comes in over the music, but Tobio can definitely feel his lips and breath on the shell of his ear. It sends chills down his arms. “It’s all in the knees. Tighten your abs.” He feels Tooru’s hand skate across his stomach and reflexively engages his core. “There you go.”

Tooru pulls Tobio back into him and Tobio’s breath catches in his chest as he moves with Tooru, grinding forward into Shouyou. The friction of his shorts against his skin is as harsh as it is gratifying -- he can’t get enough. He pushes forward into Shouyou, and his shorts get tighter. He can feel the flush spreading across his face and down his neck. Shouyou puts his hands on Tobio’s chest, and Tobio wonders if he can feel the heat coming off of him.

They rotate between getting drinks and dancing. Tobio watches Shouyou and Tooru dance together, and it makes something tight knot itself in his chest. It’s uncomfortable, but he likes watching them. They look good together, and he burns with something like jealousy. It’s not quite jealousy, but it twists the same in his gut.

At one point, Shouyou grabs the collar of his shirt, pulls him in close, and says, “Don’t get too drunk. I wanna make sure you’ll be able to get it up later.” Tobio’s knees go weak, and Shouyou releases him like he didn’t just send all of Tobio’s blood rushing south.

Tobio is a little more than buzzed, and he feels just confident enough to throw an arm around Tooru’s neck and grinds into him. He hopes they look good together. He hopes he can make Shouyou feel the way he did when he watched them. He’s flushed and sweaty and burning all over, and he fucking loves it.

He’s not quite sure how it happens, but he ends up kissing Shouyou. They’re all on the dance floor with Shouyou sandwiched between them, and Tobio just leans down to kiss him. He tastes like vodka and sweat, and Tobio wants more of him.

He pulls away, panting, and Shouyou drags him down into another kiss. He feels Shouyou’s tongue in his mouth, curious and deliberate, and he sighs into the kiss. Shouyou kisses just like he remembers, and it unlocks a tidal wave of nostalgia. He leans into the kiss like he needs it. It feels like sincerity and memories, and it leaves tingles on his lips.

He feels a hand on his neck, and it’s Tooru, smirking at him when he pulls back. He looks so damn smug, like he was just waiting for Tobio to crack.

“Wanna go back to the hotel?” Tooru asks.

Tobio can only nod.

Tooru pulls them both outside to flag down a taxi. The cool night air washes over Tobio like ice water. It’s chilly, and the wind cuts through his thin tee shirt. Shouyou wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, although Tobio isn’t sure if it’s an attempt to keep him warm or just an excuse to touch him more. The wandering fingers at his waistband tell him it’s probably the latter.

They pile into the taxi Tooru waved down with Shouyou in the middle. Once Tooru gives the driver the address to the hotel, he leans over and presses his lips to Shouyou’s neck. Shouyou sighs at the attention and tilts his head back. Tooru leans further over him, kissing across Shouyou’s neck and curling a hand around his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.

Despite lavishing attention on Shouyou, Tooru’s eyes are locked on Tobio, and he’s caught in the gaze. Those big doe eyes are narrowed into slits with blown pupils. He’s flushed -- either from alcohol or arousal or both.

Shouyou giggles a little. It’s a soft, breathy noise, and he reaches out to pull Tooru closer.

Tobio’s fingers twitch, but he keeps his hands in his lap. “How drunk are you, Shouyou?”

Shouyou laughs and turns to look at Tobio. Once again, Tobio is struck by how beautiful he is. He’s beautiful in a carnal, drunk, sexy sort of way, and Tobio can feel his heart pound in his chest. He wants Shouyou. He wants to touch him, and he wants to see Tooru touch him too. He wants Shouyou to come apart for him, but most of all, he wants Shouyou to want him.

“Only a little drunk,” Shouyou says with a big grin. “Just enough.”

They manage to keep all their clothes on for the duration of the taxi ride, despite Tooru’s hands wandering under Shouyou’s hoodie. Tobio imagines what a sight they must be, walking into the hotel lobby just drunk enough to be wild and dressed like whores. It makes him feel self conscious suddenly. He’s not quite sure what he’s doing here. Tooru and Shouyou are so comfortable around each other, and he can’t help but feel like a third wheel, even when Shouyou wraps a callused hand around his bicep to pull him onto the elevator.

The city looks so different at night. Tobio watches through the glass as they ride up to the twenty second floor. The buildings are wrapped in a blanket of darkness, but little spots of light illuminate windows and street corners. It’s like stars on earth.

When the elevator opens on their floor, Shouyou drags him out before Tobio can get his feet under him. He stumbles after Shouyou, and Tooru leads the way down the hall. Tooru pulls the key card out of his pocket and almost drops it with clumsy hands. He swipes it to open the door, yanking it open.

Shouyou leaps into the room. He goes straight for the mini fridge in the kitchen nook and takes out a bottle of water, chugging half of it before he stops for a breath.

“Slow down, birthday boy,” Tooru says, ruffling his hair. “You’ll get cramps.”

Shouyou takes another few gulps of water, and Tobio watches the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. A bead of water leaks out of the corner of his mouth and slides down to his jawline, running over the skin and trailing over the big muscles in his neck.

Tobio takes the bottle from Shouyou and finishes the last gulp of water. Tooru takes the empty bottle from him and places it on the counter, stepping into Tobio’s space.

They stand there, nose to nose, and Tobio realizes Tooru’s hand is on his waist. Tooru is smiling softly at him. His hair is tousled from the dancing and the wind, and it still looks fucking perfect. It’s shorter than it used to be, but all the texture is still there. He’s still got those ridiculously big eyes too, those eyes that are staring at him with warmth and want and curiosity.

“You’ve really grown up, Tobio.” Tooru speaks softly, words meant just for him, even though Tobio is very aware of Shouyou watching them.

“So have you,” Tobio replies.

They both stand there for a moment, either unable or unwilling to move. Tobio isn’t sure -- maybe it’s both. He can feel the gentle exhaled breath from Tooru’s nose, and he tilts his head. It’s just a little movement, an invitation.

Tooru closes the distance between them and kisses him. Tobio’s hands drift up to Tooru’s shoulders, holding tight while he leans into the kiss. Tooru keeps it chaste, lingering only a moment before pulling away.

Tobio chases after his lips. He’s got a butterfly stampede in his stomach, and he wants more of it. Kissing Tooru feels good, secure and sweet like a reassuring hug. It makes him relax and sets his pulse racing at the same time.

Tooru puts a hand on Tobio’s chest and leans down to kiss Shouyou. Shouyou rises up on his toes to meet Tooru, and he opens his mouth. Tobio watches them kiss with practiced familiarity, and that indefinable feeling twists in him again. They’ve clearly done this before. They know how to kiss and touch each other, and Tobio doesn’t want to be left out of whatever they have.

Tooru looks up at him without breaking the kiss, and his eyes flash with a possessive glare that scorches Tobio. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. He doesn’t even know what he’d say anyway. He’s just watching Shouyou go pliant under Tooru’s kisses, and he can’t say anything.

Tooru walks them back to the bed and pulls Shouyou into his lap. Shouyou climbs up eagerly, taking Tooru’s face in his hands to deepen the kiss. Tooru leans into it for a moment before breaking the kiss to look at Tobio. His lips are wet and kiss-swollen, and Tobio thinks he looks so fucking good like that.

“Come here, Tobio,” Tooru says. It’s snippy and commanding in that perfect Tooru tone, and it ignites something that licks hot flames up Tobio’s spine. He shuffles over to the bed and sits down beside Tooru.

Shouyou leans over to kiss him from Tooru’s lap. His lips are wet too, and he’s panting into Tobio’s mouth. Tobio cards a hand through Shouyou’s hair, pulling him in close and letting Shouyou tease him with his tongue. It’s dirtier than the one they shared in the club, and Tobio finds that it’s just as good, maybe even better.

Shouyou pulls away, and Tobio wants to follow him until he realizes that Tooru is pulling Shouyou’s hoodie over his head. He drops it on the floor, leaving Shouyou bare-chested. Tobio can see the flush that has spread all the way down his chest and the way his shorts are straining to hold him in. Tobio’s shorts are also getting tight, uncomfortably tight, but it hurts so good.

He leans into the feeling as Tooru’s hands skim up Shouyou’s chest to thumb at his nipples, teasing at the piercings. Shouyou gasps, and his head falls back, exposing his throat and pushing his chest into Tooru’s touch.

Tooru hums in satisfaction. “He likes it when you touch him here.”

Tobio has to shove down the urge to slap Tooru’s hands away. “I know how he likes it,” he snaps, hands twitching at his sides. He could hardly believe even Tooru would have the audacity to try to show him how to touch Shouyou, of all people. He fucking knew how to touch Shouyou.

Still, he places a hand lightly on Shouyou’s abs, feeling more excluded than ever. It makes him desperately want Shouyou’s attention on him. He wants to make Shouyou feel good, and he wants Tooru to be jealous.

Shouyou whines and grinds into Tooru’s lap. Tobio can feel the muscles in his stomach constricting and relaxing as he moves.

Tooru takes Shouyou’s chin between his fingers, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Shouyou makes a whimpering noise in his throat and leans closer. Tobio skates his hand up Shouyou’s chest to rub over his nipples in much the same way Tooru did. He can feel Shouyou twitch under his touch.

Tooru leans back to take off his shirt. He shrugs out of it and stretches back. Tobio’s eyes go straight to his tight stomach, tanned and hairless. Of fucking course Tooru would wax his stomach.

Tobio’s focus returns to Tooru’s face when he makes a cooing noise. He’s gazing into Shouyou’s eyes with saccharine condescension, and Shouyou is captivated. Tobio gets caught somewhere between don’t fucking look at him like that and it’s so fucking hot when you look at him like that. So he says nothing, and he watches Tooru kiss Shouyou again.

“Want me to suck you off?” Tooru asks.

Shouyou nods, gripping tight on Tooru’s shoulders. “Yeah. Yes! Yes, please.”

Tobio frowns at them, unsure of how he’s going to factor into this until Tooru directs him to lay back against the pillows at the head of the bed. Tobio bristles at taking direction from Tooru, but he sees the way Shouyou is watching them with stars in his eyes. He wants Shouyou to keep looking at him like that, so he’ll do what Tooru says. He lays back against the pillows, and Shouyou quickly hops between his legs. He leans against Tobio with his back to Tobio’s chest and his head on his shoulder.

Tobio wraps an arm around Shouyou’s waist, holding him tight against him. He turns his head into Shouyou’s hair, nuzzling into the crown of his head. Shouyou’s eyes flutter closed, and Tobio can feel him lean into the touch.

Tooru kneels in front of them and unbuttons Shouyou’s shorts, sliding them off while placing a few wet kisses on Shouyou’s calf. Shouyou lifts up to help him, and the movement settles his weight more fully on Tobio’s chest. Shouyou feels relaxed and heavy against him, and Tobio pulls him closer. He wants to keep Shouyou close.

Tooru pushes Shouyou’s thighs apart, and Tobio’s eyes go to his cock. He’s already hard and red like the flush down his chest. Tobio licks his lips before he can help himself. He remembers the way that cock felt in his hands -- in his mouth -- and he wants to make Shouyou feel good.

Instead, he watches Tooru wrap his long fingers around Shouyou and place delicate kitten licks around the head. Shouyou’s breath quickens, and his thighs twitch, pushing against Tooru’s lips. Shouyou finds Tobio’s hand and laces their fingers together. It makes Tobio’s heart hammer against his ribs, and he squeezes Shouyou’s hand.

Shouyou turns his face into Tobio’s neck when Tooru wraps his lips around him. Tobio can feel Shouyou’s hot panting breaths on his neck, but he can’t look away from Tooru. They’re staring. Tooru’s lips are stretched around Shouyou’s cock, and he’s watching Tobio with fierce, burning intensity. It’s possessive, and it stops Tobio’s breath in his chest. He swallows hard, forcing himself to hold Tooru’s gaze. Shouyou is whining into his neck, squirming, while Tooru suckles at his cock, and it’s all too much.

Tobio thrusts up into Shouyou’s back, and he feels Shouyou tense up before relaxing and sinking into the pressure. He matches Tobio’s movements, and Tobio feels the rough jeans scrape over his sensitive skin. It hurts, but it feels so good that he can’t stop.

Tooru bobs his head on Shouyou’s cock, sinking down to press his nose into orange curls. Shouyou makes a hiccuping nose and nips at Tobio’s jawline. He bites hard. Hard enough to make Tobio gasp. Tobio tilts his head back anyway, letting Shouyou mouth at the skin on his neck. He likes the idea of Shouyou marking him up.

Tooru swallows Shouyou down before hollowing his cheeks and sliding back up. He keeps his eyes on Tobio. He fucking stares. It’s like a dare. Tobio doesn’t know what to make of it -- he doesn’t even know what the dare is -- but he can’t fucking look away. He wants to see Tooru suck Shouyou’s cock. He wants to feel Shouyou squirm against him.

Tooru digs his hands into Shouyou’s thighs and works him over like he’s an expert in Shouyou’s body. He probably is an expert, Tobio thinks, and that feeling twists in his gut again. As much as he wants to keep Shouyou all to himself, he really fucking likes seeing Tooru touch him in all the right ways. It burns inside him like tingly fire, and he doesn’t know what to do with that feeling. It’s weird and uncomfortable, but he doesn’t want it to go away. He likes the discomfort. It only makes his cock harder as he grinds against Shouyou’s back.

Shouyou’s voice cracks when he moans. “Tooru, ahh!” He writhes and his toes curl up. “Too much! Fuck!"

Tobio’s breath stutters at how fucked out Shouyou sounds. His voice is weak and thready and sexy in that desperate way that makes Tobio feel too warm.

Tooru pulls off Shouyou and wipes at the string of spit that connects his bottom lip to Shouyou’s cock. He’s flushed and breathing hard. “Aw, Shouchan,” he teases. “Close already?”

Shouyou whines and squirms, getting no stimulation. Tobio almost feels bad for him. “Maybe a little,” Shouyou pants. “Go easy.”

Tooru hums, and Tobio can hear the teasing tone. It sends a disgustingly arousing chill up his spine. “But you’re the birthday boy,” Tooru says. “Do you really think I’d only let you cum once tonight?”

Shouyou sucks in a breath, staring at him. He’s slack-jawed, and Tobio feels much the same. Tooru is a fucking menace, and they’re both at his mercy.

“We’ll take care of you, Shouchan. Won’t we, Tobio?”

Tobio coughs and stares at Tooru as he struggles to find words. Tooru is so brazen, and it makes Tobio’s mouth dry, cock twitching against Shouyou’s back. “Uh. Yeah,” Tobio chokes out. “We will.”

Shouyou tips his head back against Tobio’s shoulder, exposing his neck. Tobio kisses down his jaw, over the sensitive spots that he knows make Shouyou giggle and squirm.

Tooru’s mouth wraps back around him and Shouyou arches off the bed. Tobio can see the muscles in his thighs coil as he tries to hump up into Tooru’s mouth. Tooru gags around his cock, but he swallows him down anyway. His eyes are watery as he looks up, and Tobio thinks it might be the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Shouyou’s cock is so wet. It’s covered in spit, and Tooru is making little choked noises as he takes Shouyou all the way down.

Shouyou’s hips lift up again, and Tooru pushes him down, pulling off Shouyou for a moment. “So wiggly!” he says. “Hold him still for me, Tobio.”

Tobio lets go of Shouyou’s hand to wrap his fingers around both of Shouyou’s wrists, holding his arms with one hand. His other hand grips Shouyou’s hip, digging into the tight muscles there. He pulls Shouyou into him and grinds hard against his back. Shouyou gasps and goes lax in his arms, even as Tooru takes his cock back into his mouth.

Tobio hooks his legs over Shouyou’s thighs, holding him open and defenseless for Tooru. Shouyou whimpers and presses his face into Tobio’s neck.

“Please, please, please! Need to cum. Fuck! M’so close, I need it.” Shouyou’s whimpering between hitched breaths, and he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. Tooru’s bobbing his head and staring up at both of them with fire in his eyes.

“Go on,” Tobio murmurs into Shouyou’s hair. “Cum in his mouth.”

Shouyou sucks in a breath and it gets caught in his lungs as his face scrunches up. “Fuckfuckfuck, fuck!" His voice cracks, and he cums. He bucks hard enough that Tobio loses his grip. Tooru whines, choking, and his eyes flutter closed as Shouyou fucks up into his mouth while tears slide down his cheeks. He flinches against Shouyou’s thrusts and makes a wet gagging noise.

Shouyou convulses in Tobio’s arms, and Tobio holds him. He wraps his arms tight around Shouyou. Holding him. Squeezing him. His chin is tucked over Shouyou’s shoulder, and he feels every quiver -- every shock of the orgasm -- as Shouyou comes undone. Tobio’s not sure he’ll ever let go.

Tooru pulls off Shouyou’s cock and crawls up his body. His hair is a mess and his lips are shiny. He looks messy. It makes Tobio’s cock jump in the shorts -- Tooru let Shouyou fuck his throat and Tobio got to see Shouyou cum in his mouth. Shouyou grabs Tooru by the waist and tilts his head back. Tobio watches, awestruck, as Shouyou opens his mouth and Tooru lets spit and cum drip from his mouth, down onto Shouyou’s tongue.

Shouyou closes eyes and smiles in bliss. Tobio feels him sigh and relax as Tooru leans down to kiss him. Shouyou responds easily, and they share a sloppy kiss. It’s so practiced and intimate. It feels like watching them is intrusive, but Tobio can’t look away. Shouyou’s throat constricts as he swallows his own cum, and Tobio accidentally moans aloud.

Shouyou and Tooru break the kiss to look at him, both smiling. “What? You want some?” Tooru asks and pulls him into a kiss.

Tobio accepts the kiss. He opens his mouth and tastes Shouyou on Tooru’s lips. It’s salty and just a little bitter. Tobio grabs the back of Tooru’s neck, tangling his fingers in Tooru’s hair. It’s silky and wild and a little damp at his scalp.

Tooru begins to pull away, but Tobio grips his hair, holding him in the kiss. He sucks Tooru’s lip into his mouth and teases it with his tongue and teeth until Tooru whimpers.

Then Tobio releases him, and they both come away breathless. "Fuck," he whispers.

“Yeah,” Tooru says, panting. Tobio can feel his breath against his lips and he shivers. Tooru kisses him again, just a little peck before he pulls back to look at Shouyou. His eyes are full of concern as he pushes Shouyou’s hair out of his face.

“How’re you feeling?” Tooru asks.

Shouyou hums, leaning up into his touch. "So good.”

Tooru sits back on his heels and gives Tobio a dirty smile. “Come here, Tobio. Shouyou’s gonna need a minute to rest, so we might as well put on a show for him.”

Shouyou pats Tobio’s thigh and slides off his lap, settling boneless into the pillows. His eyes are sleepy, and Tobio feels compelled to kiss him. Shouyou makes a happy noise in his throat, carding his fingers through Tobio’s hair. It’s so gentle, and it makes Tobio’s heart hurt.

He pulls Shouyou deeper into the kiss, opening his eyes to find Tooru. He holds his gaze with possessive intensity, hoping to mirror the way Tooru had looked at him. If the blush in Tooru’s cheeks is any indication, he’s doing a good job.

“Tobio, come,” Tooru says, and Tobio can hear the strain in his voice. Good, he thinks. He likes seeing the cracks in Tooru’s demeanor. “I wanna put on a show for the birthday boy.”

Tobio breaks the kiss, and scoots down the bed to Tooru, doing his best to look put out about it. Even with his huffing breaths and rolling eyes, Tobio’s almost sure that his excitement is obvious. He’s not sure what Tooru has in mind, and that sets his pulse racing.

Tooru grabs his leg and hauls Tobio closer. He pushes Tobio back on the bed and wrestles him out of his shirt. It’s rough and clumsy, but Tobio lifts his arms up and lets Tooru pull it off. Then Tooru presses their bodies together and kisses him. Tobio gasps. It’s wet and sloppy, and there’s teeth and tongue. Tobio lets Tooru bite his lips, and he bites back. Their teeth clack together, and it spurs Tobio on; their lips slide together with slippery spit. Tooru still tastes like cum, Shouyou's cum. Tooru moves to kiss down his jaw, catching teeth on Tobio’s pulse point.

Tobio makes a weak noise and quickly covers his mouth. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to make such a pitiful moan. It sounded like the whimpers Shouyou had made. He didn’t know he could make noises like that, but maybe that was just the influence of Tooru’s mouth.

Tooru grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the bed. “Shh,” he murmurs. “I wanna hear you.”

Tobio feels like his lungs don’t work. His breath is caught, and Tooru’s lips are on his throat, teasing and sucking and making him feel so fucking good. He hums, low in his throat, and tilts his head back. That’s good. That’s a noise he’s comfortable with.

Tooru moves down, sucking bruises into the thin skin on his collarbone. He grinds into Tobio, and Tobio feels his own body jump against him. The shorts are chafing, but he doesn’t care. It hurts, but the friction makes his cock twitch. He squirms under Tooru and tilts his head back farther.

He locks eyes with Shouyou, who’s staring at him with white hot intensity. It pulls another whine from his throat as Tooru’s lips close around his nipple. “Mm-- fuck! Tooru!” Tooru pulls off and looks up at him, smirking. “You like that? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Before Tobio can respond, Tooru gently bites at his nipple then soothes it with sucking kisses. Tobio’s back arches up off the bed, and his legs wrap around Tooru’s waist, grinding up into his hard stomach. Fucking shit, Tooru has him whining like a bitch, and he can’t help it. Shouyou’s watching. He can’t control himself. It’s so embarrassing, but that just makes it hotter.

As Tooru makes his way down to the waistband of Tobio’s shorts, Tobio struggles against the hand holding his wrist.

“Mm, so sensitive,” Tooru hums against his skin. His voice is light and teasing, and it makes Tobio shudder. “Relax for me, Tobio.” He lets go of Tobio’s wrist to undo the button on Tobio’s shorts and tugs them down.

The cold air hits Tobio’s cock, and he shudders. He’s hard and leaking. He draws his knees together, though he’s not sure whether he does it out of shame or for some sort of stimulation. Both. It’s probably both.

“Hmm,” Tooru says with a small smile on his lips. He pushes Tobio’s legs apart. “Come on, let me look at you. Yeah, there you go. Want me to suck it?”

Tobio stares, mouth open. He feels so exposed and vulnerable, and his cock twitches. He’s so hard it hurts. “I- yeah,” he chokes out.

He cries out when Tooru swallows him down. His mouth is steamy and silky soft, and Tobio bucks up, out of control. Tooru takes it all, throat constricting around Tobio’s head.

He grabs Tooru’s hair and fucking whines. Tooru’s mouth is so fucking good, and he clenches every muscle in his body to prevent himself from fucking up into his mouth.

Tooru pulls back and rubs his thigh. “It’s okay,” he says. “I can take it.”

The way he says it feels like a challenge, and that’s how Tobio takes it. He grabs Tooru by the shoulders and hauls him up, throwing him face down on the bed. He swings a leg over Tooru and grinds down hard through his shorts. Tooru sighs and pushes back against him.

Tobio leans over him so he’s sure Tooru can feel his breath on his cheek. He grabs the nape of Tooru’s neck and holds him down on the mattress. Tooru’s been a bossy little shit this whole time, and Tobio’s itching to put him in his place. “Can you take me like this?”

“Yeah, fuck me, Tobio,” Tooru purrs. He smiles and his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he chants like he’s trying to hypnotize Tobio into it.

Tobio snorts, glancing up at Shouyou. He’s still lying against the pillows at the head of the bed, legs spread lazily. His cheeks are a pretty shade of pink, and his lips are parted in awe. Tobio really likes the way Shouyou is looking at him, and he resolves to make sure he has no reason to look away.

“Do you have lube?” he growls in Tooru’s ear.

“Yeah,” Tooru pants. “My bag. Small pocket on the front.”

Tobio tells Tooru to “stay” before getting up to unzip the tiny pocket on his bag. He picks it up off the ottoman and pulls out the bottle. Before climbing back on the bed, he grabs the waistband of Tooru’s shorts and yanks them off, leaving him in just his fishnets and a jockstrap.

Tooru whines, and Tobio grabs him by the waist, adjusting him so his knees are underneath him. “Hold yourself up,” he says. Then he hooks two fingers in the fishnets, pulling them down over his ass.

“Please,” Tooru says, his voice muffled by the mattress.

“Fucking needy.” Tobio pops the cap on the lube and covers two fingers. He nudges them against Tooru’s rim, and they slip in easily. Tooru moans and rocks back against him.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Tooru says between gritted teeth. He wiggles his hips, spreading his legs wider. Tobio can see his cock straining under his jockstrap, pulling it taut.

Tobio slides a finger under the strap of his jock and snaps it against the full part of his ass. Tooru moans. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? I never knew, Tooru.”

Tooru’s breath hitches, and he pushes back on Tobio’s fingers. Tobio massages Tooru’s ass with his free hand, spreading his cheeks and watching his fingers sink into that hole. It’s wet and shiny with lube, and it clenches around his fingers. Tobio’s enraptured. Tooru looks so fucking hot with a pink blush across his face and eyebrows knitted up in pleasure.

He spreads his fingers, pushing at the warm walls and listening to Tooru hum. His eyelids flutter, hooding his eyes in bliss as Tobio presses into him.

“Yeah, that’s the spot,” Tooru says, voice low and gravelly and half muffled as he turns his face into the sheets.

Tobio pushes in farther, avoiding the spot that Tooru likes so much. He focuses on working Tooru open, and he can’t hide his wicked grin when Tooru whines and tilts his hips back.

“Tobio, come on. Fuck me.” He sounds breathy and desperate, and it makes heat lick at the base of Tobio’s spine.

Tobio pulls his hand out and coats a third finger with lube before pushing back in. “Not yet,” Tobio said. “You’re the one who wanted to put on a show for Shouyou. I’m gonna make it good for both of you.”

He slides three fingers in and enjoys the way Tooru’s body relaxes under his touch. He presses deeper, and Tooru lets him in, all fluttery muscles and soft sighs.

“Good boy,” Tobio says, and the words almost catch in his throat. He doesn’t even know where it comes from, but Tooru seems to enjoy it. He whines and spreads his thighs wider.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Fuck me, please. I’ll be good.”

It pulls at something in Tobio, and he’s so hard it hurts. He looks up at Shouyou and sees that hungry gaze locked on him. He’s reclined on the pillows, easy and relaxed like a Greek god. Tobio wants to show him what he can do. He wants to take Tooru apart and let Shouyou watch. He wants to show off his skills, and he wants to make Shouyou want him. He’s already got Tooru begging underneath him, and he still wants more.

“Alright, alright.” He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets. “You want me to get a condom?”

Tooru shakes his head, pressing his cheek into the mattress. “No. No, I trust you. Fuck me raw.”

Tobio shivers, taking Tooru’s waist with shaking hands. “Fuck,” he whispers. He grabs the lube and coats his cock. It’s probably more than he needs, but he’d rather have too much. Touching his cock feels so good, and he takes a moment to just feel. He runs his hand all the way down the shaft a few times, sighing in relief at the contact. It’s smooth and slick with the lube, and it only makes him harder.

He grabs Tooru and repositions him to meet his own hip height. Tooru hums and rocks back towards him.

“Shh,” Tobio rubs a hand over his lower back. “I’ll take care of you. Just relax.” He holds Tooru’s hip with his long fingers and wraps his other hand around his cock, guiding it so the tip rests on Tooru’s hole.

“Fuck, don’t keep me waiting.” Tooru squirms, pushing back just enough that the head of Tobio’s cock slips in.

Tobio’s breath gets stuck in his throat. Tooru’s tight and scorching and slick from the lube. “Oh, fuck,” Tobio whispers and pushes in more. He pulls Tooru back against him and slides deeper into the soft warmth.

Tooru whines and his back arches in an obscene curve. Tobio smooths his hands across the tight muscles, pressing him harder into the bed and sliding in deeper. He goes slow, letting Tooru adjust to the stretch.

Tooru whimpers, and it turns into a moan as Tobio bottoms out. He’s so fucking hot and tight, and Tobio’s quivering. He looks up at Shouyou; he’s leaning forward, thumbing over the piercings in his nipples, eyes dark and interested as he watches them.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” Shouyou says, voice hitching and breathless.

“Who said I was going to be gentle?” Tobio replies. He curls a hand around the back of Tooru’s neck, holding him down while he pulls out. Tooru shifts under him until Tobio slams back in.

Tooru makes a hiccuping moan and stills under him. His walls clench hard around Tobio, and it feels like a hot vice around his cock. Tobio holds his neck and hip, fucking hard into him and Tooru keens. It goes straight to Tobio’s cock. He feels so hot, overwhelmingly hot, like he’s burning inside. It eats him alive, and it feels so fucking good.

“Please, please, Tobio. Harder, fuck-- fuck me! I’m-- ah, fuck!" He’s pleading into the bed sheets and shaking. He’s beautiful and wanton like this, laid out for Tobio and crying for his cock.

Tobio grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks Tooru’s head up, holding him so Shouyou can see his face. Tooru’s cries are louder without the bed to muffle him. His whines are so pretty, and Tobio wants to hear all of them.

“Look at him,” Tobio growls in his ear. “Look at Shouyou. He’s watching you get wrecked on my cock. Tell him how good it feels.”

Tooru sobs. Loud, hitching breaths punch their way out of his chest. He sounds broken, and Tobio wonders if he’s gone too far. He starts to slow his thrusts, and then Tooru speaks.

“His cock feels so good, Shou.” His voice is wet and weak, and it makes Tobio forget every bit of hesitation. He fucks harder into him. Tooru whimpers. "Fuck! It’s-- it’s so big! Oh fuck, Shou… Tobio, Tobio, Tobio! Ahh--fuck!” He sobs again, and his cries mix with his moans, and he makes the most beautiful desperate sounds. It steals Tobio’s breath away. He can’t breathe -- he can't think -- it’s only Tooru’s hot body beneath him, squeezing around him.

“Good boy,” Tobio hums, skimming his fingers over Tooru’s ribs. “That’s a good boy, taking it so well. Such a good slut for me.” He says the last sentence while looking into Shouyou’s eyes. Shouyou stares back, pupils blown and lips parted. It makes Tobio’s stomach knot up. There’s raw desperation in Shouyou’s gaze, and it feels deliciously hot on Tobio’s skin. Tobio changes angles, making shallow thrusts, and Tooru lets out a broken moan in response.

“Fuck, Tobio. Right there! Right-- fuck! Yes!” He sinks deeper into the mattress, and his muscles clench around Tobio before he relaxes fully.

Tobio groans and shifts his weight to drive into Tooru at a better angle. He’s so pliant, and his hole is shiny with lube. He’s beautiful and slutty, and Tobio gets to be the one to break him. Tooru whines and fists his hands in the sheets as Tobio fucks into him.

“Good… good boy,” Tobio says. It’s hard to get the words out. He can barely focus on his thoughts with Tooru underneath him, whining and squirming so prettily. He’s flushed, and his skin is damp with sweat. Tobio grips Tooru’s hair tighter, pulling his head back to bite at the soft skin under his ear. “I want you to touch yourself,” Tobio says. “Be good and show us how you like to be touched. I want you to come on my cock.”

Tooru shivers, sniffling and nodding against Tobio’s rough grip on his hair. One of his hands releases its grip on the sheets and snakes down between his legs to push his jockstrap out of the way. Tobio can feel the moment Tooru wraps a hand around himself because he clamps down on his cock.

They both moan, and Tobio grinds into him. He focuses his pressure right on Tooru’s prostate, pitching his moans up into keening cries. He’s fucking debauched, and Tobio can feel his body reacting to Tooru’s noises. Bubbling heat simmers low in his belly, building gradually and warming his limbs.

He’s panting, open-mouthed and desperate. He must look just as needy as Tooru, and Shouyou is watching them both with fire in his eyes. He’s already half hard again, rubbing the smooth skin on his inner thigh. Tobio’s hips stutter when Shouyou meets his eyes. He’s intense, and Tobio feels his resolve crumbling under that gaze. He wants to be good though. He wants to make this perfect for Tooru so Shouyou can see what he can do. He wants to fuck Tooru so thoroughly that he’ll never forget the feeling.

Tobio fucks him hard and fast, choking on his own breath as he tries to keep control of himself. He can feel Tooru spasming around him, clenching up and relaxing. Tooru tightens up on every thrust, shuddering as his muscles repeat the motions, bringing him closer to the edge.

“I want you to look Shouyou in the eyes when you cum,” Tobio says. “Let him see how good it is.”

Tooru gasps, and it turns into a squeak as he loses control of himself. He convulses under Tobio’s hands, quivering and heaving moaning breaths as his orgasm rolls through him. His body grinds back on its own. He’s fucking himself on Tobio’s cock and crying as he cums, and then he’s collapsing on the bed, completely limp.

Tobio rubs his palms over Tooru’s shoulders and back. “Good boy, let it all out. Did you like that?” Tooru nods, shivering at his touch. His eyes are closed, and his face is smooth with bliss.

Shouyou shuffles over to them, touching Tooru’s face gently before pulling Tobio into a deep kiss. Before he can react, Shouyou’s tongue is in his mouth, and he’s shifting to kiss him back. It pushes his cock deeper into Tooru.

Tooru whines and rocks back to meet Tobio. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers.

“Fuck him,” Shouyou whispers against Tobio’s lips. “Cum in his ass while I kiss you.”

Tooru whines louder, humping back towards Tobio.

Fuck, Tobio feels too hot. His mind feels numb, and his body feels raw. Shouyou’s hands on his neck and chest -- Tooru’s ass around him -- it’s all too much.

With shaking hands, he grabs Tooru, pulling him back up to the right height. He ignores Tooru’s prostate now, focusing on himself. He bottoms out, and Tooru moans into the sheets. Shouyou’s breath is hot on his lips, and they kiss as Tobio starts a steady rhythm fucking into Tooru.

Tooru’s looser after his orgasm, more relaxed, and it’s so hot and wet from the lube. Shouyou slides their lips together, pushing his tongue into Tobio’s mouth. Tobio is content to let Shouyou lead the kiss, following his movements while he chases his own orgasm in Tooru. Tooru is completely pliant and fucked out. His eyelids flutter, and his muscles quiver from the exertion.

Tobio pants and moans into Shouyou’s mouth. He wants to let him know how good he feels. He wants them both to know. He fucks faster into Tooru, and his head spins. Everything gets sharper and hotter, and Shouyou wraps his arms around him. He feels Shouyou’s teeth and tongue, and Tooru clenches around him, muscles tired and weak but trying anyway.

He cums. Hard. His breath hitches, and he whimpers as the waves of pleasure roll through him. His hands shake, digging into the flesh of Tooru’s ass. He feels the delicate skin bruising under his fingertips. Tobio spasms and shudders through it. It’s dizzying, and his eyes roll back in his head. Shouyou’s all over his mouth, in his mouth. He tastes like traces of alcohol and cum, and Tobio loves it.

His orgasm leaves him shaking and weak and leaning into Shouyou for support. He pulls out of Tooru, and Shouyou guides him down to lay on his back.

“Did I bite your lip?” Tobio asks. He’s surprised at how raspy his voice sounds. He’s spent, and his voice reveals every bit of it.

“Yeah,” Shouyou says. His fingers come up to touch his bottom lip where it’s a little swollen. He’s got a small smile on his face. “I liked it.”

Then Tobio looks over at Tooru, next to him and still laying on his stomach. “Felt really good,” Tobio said, rubbing Tooru’s shoulder.

Tooru’s eyes open, still half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. “Yeah. It did.” He rolls over onto his back and stretches. His arms extend above his head, and Tobio watches his skin stretch over the muscles in his chest and stomach. He leans over and captures Tooru’s lips in a kiss.

Tooru’s hand wraps around Tobio’s neck at the base of his skull, and pulls him in. Their kiss is wet and sloppy, and Tobio feels Tooru’s tongue, hot and wet in his mouth. He moans softly, and when he breaks the kiss, he’s pulled right into another one, this time with Shouyou.

Tobio kisses him gently, but Shouyou responds with rough bites and hot breaths, leaning into him and holding his shoulders. It’s messy and hot, and Tobio loves the heat of their chests pressed together. He can feel Shouyou’s cock, hard and leaking, against his hip.

Tooru kicks off his fishnets and his jock, now wet with his cum, and sits up. His eyes roll back in his head, and he smiles.

“What?” Tobio asks, sitting up too and holding Shouyou around the waist.

“Oh, nothing,” Tooru says. His tone hangs somewhere between flippant and flirty. “I can just feel you leaking out of me. Feels good.”

Tobio’s eyes go wide. He’s never had anyone say that to him, and it makes him light headed. If he hadn’t just cum, he’d be rock hard.

Shouyou scoots over to Tooru and pushes him back on the bed, getting between his legs. “Lemme.”

Tooru spreads his legs, and Tobio can see over Shouyou’s shoulder. Tooru’s hole is red and puffy, Tobio’s cum leaking out in little dribbles. A wave of possessiveness crashes over Tobio. That’s his cum. He fucked Tooru, and he made him look so debauched.

Shouyou leans down and presses his mouth between Tooru’s legs. Tobio gasps when he licks up the cum that ran down the crevice of Tooru’s ass. He presses his face in deeper, licking into Tooru’s hole. It’s filthy, and Tobio can’t tear his eyes away. He pants, watching Tooru squirm and fist his hands in Shouyou’s hair as his toes curl.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Shouyou! That’s enough.” Tooru huffs out his breaths, panting around the words. “Too sensitive.”

Shouyou pulls back with a big grin and turns to kiss Tobio. The kiss catches him by surprise, but he melts into it. He can taste himself, salty and sharp, on Shouyou’s tongue.

Tobio feels a hand on his hair, and it’s Tooru. He pecks Tobio on the lips before kissing Shouyou deep and sweet. Tobio touches both of them, running his hands over their arms and backs and ribs. He needs to touch them.

“Are you good at sucking cock, Tobio?” Tooru’s voice is low and sultry. He leans close to Tobio, letting his lips brush the shell of his ear.

Tobio hesitates. He thinks he is. He’s never had complaints before. “Uh, yeah?” he offers weakly.

“He’s good,” Shouyou responds. “Really good.”

Tooru makes a noise of disbelief. “Better than me?”

Shouyou hesitates. Tobio can see the gears working in his mind. Bitter, swirling jealousy rises in his stomach. He knows that he’s come a long way from his fumbling attempts years ago, but he certainly knew how to press Shouyou’s buttons, even back then.

Tobio narrows his eyes at Tooru, and Tooru returns the gaze with a teasing smirk. “Well, I suppose it’s not fair to make the birthday boy choose a favorite. Not when he can have both.”

He shifts to the edge of the bed and slides off, down to his knees. “Come here, Tobio. Let’s treat Shouyou together.”

Tobio frowns at him and doesn’t move.

“Unless you’re afraid of being shown up,” Tooru says. “I understand if you don’t think you can compete with me.”

That stokes the flames in Tobio. He moves down on his knees, next to Tooru on the floor. Shouyou shuffles over to sit in front of them. His cock is hard and red. It stands up, away from his body, and Tooru goes for it. He takes the head in his mouth, and suckles briefly before swallowing Shouyou all the way down, nose buried in Shouyou’s curls.

Tobio leans in too, holding Shouyou’s thigh and pushing it back to make room. He licks at the base of Shouyou’s cock when Tooru pulls back. Shouyou whines, a pretty, soft noise, and tilts his hips up for them.

“Oh, that feels good,” he says. His head falls back to expose the long line of his tanned neck. Tobio can see the bruises from where he had mouthed at Shouyou’s neck earlier. They’re still red, just beginning to bloom into purple, and it makes Tobio want to mark up the rest of his body like that too.

Tobio moves to Shouyou’s inner thigh, biting at the skin there. He soothes it with sucking kisses as Shouyou whimpers and shivers under his touch. Tooru mirrors him, marking up Shouyou’s other thigh with matching hickeys.

“Stop teasing,” Shouyou breathes. Tobio feels a hand on his head, pushing him back towards Shouyou’s cock. He licks a long stripe up the underside and then takes the head into his mouth. Shouyou tastes salty, and he feels hot and heavy in Tobio’s mouth. He wraps his lips around his teeth and takes him in further.

He bumps his chin against Tooru, who is bent down, mouthing at Shouyou’s balls, taking them in his mouth and sucking, pressing two knuckles into the sensitive skin just behind them. Tobio bobs his head, nudging Tooru as he moves. It’s clumsy and sloppy, but Shouyou doesn’t seem to mind. He’s moaning and heaving breaths as he twitches up into their touch.

“More,” Shouyou demands. “I want more. Please-- fuck! So good, Tobio. Right there.” Tobio’s pressing the tip of his tongue right under the head of Shouyou’s cock, and he does it hard, pulling a yelp out of Shouyou’s lips.

Tooru moves up to lick at his shaft, and he pulls Shouyou closer to the edge of the bed. It jostles Tobio, but he takes it in stride, swallowing hard when Shouyou’s head hits his soft palate. It hurts, tears burning in his eyes, but he likes it.

Shouyou moans loudly and squirms, thrusting up into Tobio’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, more Tooru. More!”

Tooru hums in response, and Shouyou’s moans only get louder. Tobio can’t see what he’s doing, but he can hear a wet noise that must be Tooru’s fingers in Shouyou’s ass. Shouyou’s hips are jumping, lifting off the bed out of his control. Tobio relaxes his throat as much as he can, but Shouyou fucks deep into his mouth, and he pulls off, coughing.

Tooru pulls back too. “Aw, too much for you?” It’s patronizing, and overly sweet, but it ignites something in his stomach. “Just relax. I’ll take care of him.”

Tobio sits back on his heels, watching Tooru swallow Shouyou down. He’s got four fingers buried deep in Shouyou’s ass. They’re shiny with lube, and they pump in and out of him at a brutal pace. No wonder Shouyou couldn’t control himself. He’s got both hands on the bed behind him to support his body. He’s flushed and shiny with sweat, and Tobio thinks he’s beautiful.

Tobio leans back in, kissing and sucking at the thin skin where his thighs meet his body. The bruises form easily, and Shouyou buries a hand in his hair.

“Fuck, Tobio,” he whispers. “It hurts." Tobio looks up at him. His pupils are blown and his mouth hangs open, kiss-swollen and wet. “Hurts too much?” Tobio asks.

“No,” Shouyou says, and the hand in Tobio’s hair becomes gentle, stroking over his scalp. “Hurts just right.” His eyes are watery, and Tobio can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or pain. Maybe both. He presses soft little kisses to the bruises he’s made before biting more. He shifts up to his hip bone, sucking hickeys into the skin there.

Shouyou whimpers, and Tobio feels a heel dig into his back when Shouyou wraps his leg around him. It makes pride swell in his chest. He can make Shouyou come apart with his mouth. He and Tooru are giving him this attention, these touches, and it’s making him fall to pieces.

Shouyou sobs, and he sounds beautifully broken. “Please, Tooru. Tobio. I’m-- I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck, I’m close, please, please, pleasepleaseplease, oh, fuck!"

Tobio feels a hand on his shoulder, and it’s Tooru, pulling him away. “Not yet,” Tooru says. “Wait a bit longer, Shouchan.”

Shouyou whines, and his hips cant up toward Tooru’s mouth. His cock is bright red, and Tobio is almost sure he can see it throbbing. He wants to put it in his mouth. He wants to make Shouyou feel good.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Tooru says. “We’re gonna fuck you, okay? Then you can cum.”

Shouyou nods, and his lip quivers. His whole body quivers. Tooru rubs his thighs and waist, but he’s still shivery and wrecked.

Tobio gets to his feet and kisses Shouyou. He kisses him to soothe him and to drink up all the feelings in his chest. He brought Shouyou to the brink with Tooru, and now they were pushing him away from it, letting his body relax before sending him over again. Tobio feels powerful. He feels proud, and he loves how Shouyou clings to him as they kiss.

He feels a slick hand wrap around his cock, and he gasps into Shouyou’s mouth. It’s Tooru, coaxing his half hard cock with expert fingers. He’s oversensitive, and it almost hurts. He buries his face in the curve of Shouyou’s neck and bites his lip to keep the moans in.

Shouyou rubs his back, pulling him in closer. “You look so hot like this,” he says. Tobio thrusts into Tooru’s hand. He can’t help it. The warm, wet lube feels euphoric, and he loves the way Shouyou’s breath ghosts over his neck. Tobio feels weak under their touch. They know how to touch him, and he’s never felt so stripped raw, so seen, so known. He trusts them with everything, and they’re making him feel better than he could have imagined.

“Can I fuck you?” Tobio asks.

He feels Shouyou’s breath stutter. “Uh, yeah. Yes. Fuck me Tobio.”

Tobio feels his own breath catch. He feels hot all over but especially in his cheeks. It scorches him, and it hurts so good. Shouyou releases him and turns around, on his hands and knees. Tobio stares for a moment. Shouyou’s ass is right there, and his hole is wet and open from Tooru fingering him. He’s perfect, and Tobio wants him so bad. His freckles cover his back, his ass, and his thighs. His corded muscles ripple under his skin, intense in the light from the table lamps.

He stands there, frozen in his thoughts, until Tooru nudges his shoulder. “Are you just gonna look at him or are you gonna make use of that pretty cock?”

Tobio jolts from his thoughts and gets on his knees right behind Shouyou. He catches his thumb on Shouyou’s rim, pulling him open and getting a pitchy moan in response. Shouyou’s thighs tremble under his touch.

“Tooru?” Shouyou’s voice trembles too.

“Hmm?” Tooru responds. He’s still behind Tobio, watching them.

“I want you in my mouth.”

Tobio turns back to look at Tooru and sees the shock and arousal on his face before he schools his expression into confident flirtatiousness. “I’d love that, Shouchan,” he says, low and husky. He climbs up on the bed in front of Shouyou, stroking his cock.

He looks really good like that, Tobio thinks. The sultry self-assurance was a good look for him, and he carried it well. However, Tobio is pretty sure he prefers the raw openness he saw before Tooru could regain control of himself. He liked the desperate, whiny version of Tooru that he’d had underneath him. Tooru was always pretty, but he was fucking stunning when he let go. Tobio wants Tooru to let go more.

“Shouyou, suck him so he loses his mind,” Tobio says gently.

Shouyou hums in response and opens his mouth for Tooru, whimpering as he slips in. Tobio watches Tooru’s eyes flutter and his lips part in a moan.

Tobio shifts so the head of his cock rests against Shouyou’s hole. He teases himself, rubbing the head over him. He’s still so sensitive, and it feels overwhelming in such a good way. Tobio pushes forward, and his head slides into Shouyou’s hole. Shouyou moans around Tooru’s cock, and Tooru moans with him.

Shouyou tilts his hips back, and Tobio sinks in farther. He can feel Shouyou’s walls gripping him tight and caressing him with soft pulses. He sinks all the way in, breathless as his hips rest flush against Shouyou’s ass.

“Mm, good, Shouyou. You feel great. So fucking tight.” Tobio digs his thumbs into the meat of Shouyou’s ass, kneading while they both adjust to the feeling.

Shouyou moans and clenches on him. It makes Tobio see stars. He yelps and grabs Shouyou as he tries to regain control of himself. He’s panting and shaking, and he was really fucking close to losing control. Fuck, if Shouyou could get him that close with just one movement, Tobio had a lot of ground to make up.

He wraps his fingers tighter around Shouyou, and forces him to arch his back at that perfect angle. Tobio still remembers everything about Shouyou’s body. He knows the perfect angle to make him delirious.

He fucks into Shouyou hard and gets a loud, broken keen in response. “Just like that? Is that how you like it?” He thrusts into him again, and Shouyou cries. He hiccups around Tooru’s cock, and the choked whimper makes Tobio’s head spin.

Tooru’s watching him with dark eyes. He has a hand twisted in Shouyou’s hair, and his chest is heaving. He’s making shallow thrusts into Shouyou’s mouth. The blush in his cheeks has turned bright red, and his hair is starting to stick to his forehead. He’s breathless and sweaty. Tobio’s only ever seen him like that during a game, but this is so different. The pleasure on his face makes it so much better -- so much hotter. They’re sharing Shouyou, fucking him together, and Tobio knows he must look just as thoroughly fucked as they do. Tooru’s watching him take Shouyou’s ass, and Tobio loves the attention.

He gives Tooru a cocky smile, trying to tell him ‘when I fucked you, you looked like this too.’ Then he fucks Shouyou hard and fast, pulling him back to meet every thrust. Shouyou cries harder. He tries to move back to meet Tobio, but Tobio ignores his movements, handling Shouyou roughly, the way he knows he likes. He hits his prostate, and Shouyou wails each time.

Tobio can feel himself getting close. He can feel the heat coiling tight in his stomach. He can see Tooru’s hips starting to stutter too. He wants Shouyou to cum first.

“That’s a good boy, Shouyou,” he says. “You wanna cum, don’t you?” Shouyou whines in response. “Yeah, cum on my cock. I know you can. I wanna see it.”

He knows his words will push Shouyou to the edge. They always have. This is where Tobio can shed his inhibitions, and let out every dirty thought he’s ever had. He feels good, brave, with Shouyou wrapped around him. He can feel Shouyou’s muscles shake, and it spurs him on.

“Such a good slut. Gonna come untouched, just from my dick in your ass and Tooru’s cock down your throat. That’s a good boy. Let me have it, Shouyou. Give it to me.” He’s panting around the words, and he feels Shouyou spasm around him.

Shouyou’s sobbing with every breath, crying around Tooru’s cock, and Tobio has to hold him up. He’s shaking and so fucking wrecked. He can’t do anything but take what Tooru and Tobio give him.

“Relax, Shouyou,” Tooru says. “You’re doing so well.”

“Yeah, there you go,” Tobio murmurs. They both coo at Shouyou, and their tones match so perfectly. It sends a shiver zipping up Tobio’s spine. They both know what he likes. The exact tone that sets him off. They’re both focused on Shouyou, making Shouyou feel good, giving him what he wants.

Tobio reaches around to Shouyou’s stomach to press on his abdomen where his cock hits inside him. Shouyou whines and quivers like he’s right on the edge. “Cum for us, Shouyou,” Tobio says. “Cum on our cocks like a good boy.”

Shouyou wails, his whole body convulsing as the orgasm rips through him. He makes the most desperate, pitiful sound Tobio has ever heard, and his arms give out as his eyes squeeze shut. He cries as Tooru’s cock slips from his mouth, collapsing in a boneless heap on the mattress. Tobio holds him tight, fucking him through it as he gasps and shakes. His muscles twitch like he wants to writhe, but he can’t get control of his body.

Shouyou gulps down air as his body finally goes limp. Tobio slows his thrusts and pulls out. He’s so fucking close. He’s shaking, but he wants to let Shouyou breathe and gather himself.

He lowers Shouyou to the bed, and Shouyou curls up in the fetal position, quivering. If it wasn’t for the huge grin on Shouyou’s face, Tobio would be worried they overdid it.

“Fuck,” Shouyou says. It comes out light and airy, on a breath of laughter. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

Tobio feels pride swell in his chest. He did that. They did that to Shouyou. He looks up at Tooru, and they share a breathless smile.

“Are you alright?” Tooru asks. He brushes Shouyou’s hair out of his face and wipes at the tears streaking his cheeks.

Shouyou nods. “Mhm. I’m really good.”

Tobio loves the blissed out look on his face. He wants to touch him more, to hold him. He gathers Shouyou up in his arms, pulling him into his lap. “C’mere.”

Shouyou goes easily, leaning into his chest and sighing. His cock is soft and wet, and he grinds it lazily into Tobio’s hip.

Tobio shushes him and strokes down his flank with gentle fingertips. “Just relax.”

“Then fuck me,” Shouyou says. “I can feel how hard you are. I want you inside me, Tobio.” He leans back just enough so Tobio can see the conviction in his eyes. He’s still a bit hazy, but his intention is clear and intense.

“Alright,” Tobio says. “Alright, okay. Just take it easy.” He lifts Shouyou’s hips up, and he feels shaky arms wrap around his neck. He guides his cock into Shouyou, letting him sink onto it at his own pace.

They both sigh together, and Shouyou tilts his head so their lips brush against each other. They share breath as Shouyou settles in his lap. Tobio slides easily into him at this angle. He’s relaxed and fucked open, and it feels so soft. He’s loose, and his muscles flutter with every inhale.

“Fuck,” Tobio whispers. Shouyou feels like an embrace around him, safe and warm and silky soft. He’s still wet with lube, and they slide easily together.

Tobio holds him by the waist, but he lets Shouyou set the pace, rocking in his lap and pulling him close. Tobio kisses him, sucking softly on his tongue. He wants to pour all of his affection for Shouyou into the kiss. He wants Shouyou to feel everything he’s feeling, and he wants Shouyou to love it.

Shouyou pulls back to take a shaky breath. His eyes are still watery, and Tobio wipes his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

Shouyou’s breath hitches, and he stares into Tobio’s eyes. It’s so intense and intimate; Shouyou’s eyes sparkle with unshed tears. Tobio feels like he needs to look away, to avert his gaze, but he can’t break the spell. Then Shouyou does. He looks away as easily as he captures Tobio’s gaze.

Shouyou turns to look behind him, shifting in Tobio’s lap so much that it punches a groan out of Tobio’s throat.

“Tooru,” Shouyou says, extending a hand to him. “Come here. You too.”

Tooru’s mouth falls open, and Tobio can feel himself mirroring the expression. Shouyou’s fucking greedy. It makes Tobio’s head spin and steals his breath. Tooru shuffles closer and presses his lips to Shouyou’s neck, kissing down the line of Shouyou’s collarbone, and Shouyou whimpers as he rocks against Tobio.

It’s slow, and it’s soft, but it feels like warmth and euphoria in Tobio’s stomach. Heat burns in his chest, and the sweet panting breaths from Shouyou make him ache.

Shouyou reaches behind him, threading his fingers through Tooru’s hair. His eyebrows drew up and together when Tooru nibbled on the spot just below his ear. He mouthed over one of the hickeys that Tobio left. Tobio was sure the skin was sensitive and raw, and it drew broken whimpers out of Shouyou.

They looked beautiful like that, tangled together and fucked out. Tooru meets his eyes, and his face is soft and sultry. He has a hand placed possessively on Shouyou’s chest, fingers splayed over his pec, and Tobio can’t help but stare at Shouyou’s piercings as he brings his hand up to thumb at one of the pierced nipples, and Shouyou whines.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Tobio whispers. Shouyou’s still rocking in his lap, building everything slowly and gently. It’s soft, and it’s sweet, and it’s overwhelming.

Tooru leans over Shouyou’s shoulder to kiss Tobio. He’s rough, biting Tobio’s lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Tobio sighs into the kiss and matches his roughness. It’s a sharp contrast to Shouyou’s gentle movements. It makes Tobio’s head spin.

“Tooru,” Shouyou whimpers. “Need it. Please."

Tooru breaks the kiss with Tobio and pulls back out of his reach. Tobio leans forward, but Shouyou’s body keeps him from moving too far. He settles for kissing Shouyou’s neck, going over the spots Tooru left.

“You sure, Shouyou?” Tooru asks.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

Tobio tilts Shouyou’s face up by his chin. His cheeks are still wet, but his eyes are clearer. “Are you okay?”

Shouyou smiles at him, and it sets Tobio’s heart at ease. “I’m okay. I want it.”

“I’m gonna go slow, alright?” Tooru nuzzles into Shouyou’s hair. “Relax as much as you can. Let Tobio hold you.”

Shouyou leans forward, dropping most of his weight on Tobio’s chest. Tobio wraps his arms all the way around Shouyou, pulling him close. He loves the way Shouyou’s body feels pressed against him. Then, he feels the head of a cock nudging against him.

Tooru’s pushing into Shouyou’s ass with him. Shouyou gets tight -- so fucking tight -- as Tooru slides in. Tobio can feel the warmth of Tooru’s cock as it slides in next to his. Shouyou molds around them, and he quivers.

“There you go,” Tooru said. “You’re doing so well, Shouchan.” Tooru rolls into him, and both Shouyou and Tobio gasp. It’s so tight, and Tooru is big and hot next to him. Shouyou is squeezing them together. They’re pushed so close, touching each other. Tobio can feel the way he throbs.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispers.

“I know,” Tooru says. He looks dazed and wild. His face is flushed, and he looks beautifully debauched. “Can you move, Shouyou?”

Shouyou responds with a whine, and he desperately humps them.

“Good boy,” Tooru says. He rocks up too, jostling all of them with the motion. Shouyou feels so tight around both of them. He’s squeezing everything out of Tobio, milking him as his walls clench and relax.

It’s hard to focus on anything except the way Shouyou feels around him. Tobio embraces it, letting the world fall away save for him and Shouyou and Tooru. Tobio starts to move, trying to time his thrusts against Tooru. He pulls out when Tooru goes in, and he fucks into Shouyou when Tooru moves back.

Shouyou keens, long and broken. He’s still clinging to Tobio’s chest, desperate and fucked out of his mind. Tobio wraps a hand around Shouyou’s cock. He’s still mostly soft from his last orgasm, but Tobio keeps a gentle touch, wringing the pleasure out of him until he’s swelling again.

They stay like that, and Tobio loses his sense of time. Shouyou keeps moaning and Tooru keeps fucking him, so Tobio does too. He’s so tight. He’s like a vice, and it’s all Tobio can do to keep from coming apart at the seams.

Two hands come up to cup his jaw. The touch is so soft, and Tobio looks up to Shouyou’s eyes. “It’s okay to let go,” Shouyou said. “I want you to cum in me.”

Tobio stares at Shouyou, panting. Shouyou sounds so exhausted and needy, and it tugs at something in Tobio’s chest. He rolls up into Shouyou. He can’t move much with Shouyou’s weight on him, but he tries anyway. He wants to try for Shouyou.

He can feel the hot drag of Tooru’s cock against him. He’s wrecked too. His face is buried in the curve of Shouyou’s neck and he’s whining as he fucks into Shouyou. Tobio moves one of his hands from Shouyou to caress Tooru’s face, and then they’re both looking at him. Both sets of eyes stare into his, dark and desperate and needy.

Tobio’s cock jumps and his stomach burns white hot. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Shouyou leans in close, breathing against his lips. He kisses him, just a simple, closed-mouth kiss, but it feels dirty with Shouyou spread open on top of him. Tobio feels himself tense up, winding tightly as the pleasure takes over him.

He thrusts up, but Shouyou moves with him. He gets friction against Tooru’s cock, and they both whimper. It builds and builds, and Tobio feels like he’s floating. Shouyou is rocking soft and gentle, and it leaves Tobio suspended.

He can’t breathe -- his heart stops -- and he can’t help the cries that escape his throat. He chokes on them. He knows he’s being loud, but he can’t quiet himself. He’s still right fucking there Shouyou moves just slow enough to hold him there, right at the edge, and it feels amazing. His insides light up like fireworks. His hands grip tight against Shouyou’s waist and Tooru’s shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tobio falls apart in delirious moans as his orgasm finally overtakes him. It rolls through him like thunder, big and rumbly and powerful. He’s distantly aware of the sobbing noises coming out of his throat, but he doesn’t care. It scorches his nerves and he pulses in Shouyou’s tight ass, cumming against Tooru’s cock.

He falls back on the bed, limp and gooey as he relaxes. The explosive orgasm settles into a warm simmer in his bones. Less overwhelming, but still really damn good. He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but he opens them to see Shouyou staring down at him with a sunny smile.

“Wow,” he says. “I didn’t know you could sound like that.” He sounds awestruck, and his curious eyes rove over Tobio.

Tobio feels his cheeks heat up, and covers his face.

Shouyou pulls his hands away and bends down to peck his lips. “I liked it.” As he shifts, Tobio’s cock slips out of him.

Tobio winces. He’s soft and oversensitive, and it feels like too much. He feels a hand on his thigh, Tooru’s hand, and Tooru looks at him with hazy eyes. “I like seeing you cum under me like that.”

Tobio scoffs. “Shut the fuck up.” His cheeks are red hot, and he knows it’s visible. He feels their weight shift on top of him, and Shouyou whines. Tooru’s still fucking into him, and his cock brushes over Tobio’s hip. Tobio reaches for it, stroking the head lightly with the pad of his finger.

Shouyou whimpers and twitches. “Oh, shit,” he whispers.

“Hard again?” Tobio asks. His voice is still weak from sobbing his way through his second orgasm, but he just has to tease Shouyou. “Already?”

Shouyou nods and blushes. “Yeah… I liked having both of you in me.” He looks away. “And watching you cum.”

Tooru strokes his hands up Shouyou’s sides, making him shiver. “What do you say, Tobio? Why don’t we let him cum one more time?”

Tobio hums and lets his eyes slide closed. He likes the idea, but he doesn’t have anything left to give Shouyou. “You think you can handle him by yourself?”

Tooru snorts, and Tobio can’t tell if he thinks it’s funny or if he’s offended. “I can handle him just fine.” Tobio can hear the smug smirk in Tooru’s voice and decides he might have been a little offended at the implication.

He hears Shouyou moan and opens his eyes to watch. Tooru has an arm wrapped around Shouyou’s waist to hold him against his chest. They’re both sitting in Tobio’s lap, and Tooru thrusts hard into him. Tobio feels the wetness between their legs. He feels his cum leaking out of Shouyou’s hole and getting their thighs wet and sticky.

Tobio curls his hand around Shouyou’s shaft, stroking him in time with Tooru’s thrusts. He squeezes just a bit whenever Shouyou moans or squirms, like he;’s wringing the pleasure out of him.

“Fuck, that’s feels good,” Shouyou says, and it makes Tobio’s heart flutter. “Both of you. Keep going. Fuck!” Tooru coos and nuzzles into Shouyou’s hair. It’s sweet, a sharp contrast to the rough way he fucks him. “Good job, Shouchan. Can you cum again for our dear Tobio? I know you want to show him what a good boy you are. You’re so pretty when you cum, and it’s going to feel so good.”

Shouyou spasms in his arms and looks down at Tobio. “Yeah. I’m gonna cum again.”

Tobio feels his head spin. His body’s spent, completely exhausted, but his mind wants more. He wants to watch Shouyou spill all over his fist. He wants to see him come apart one more time.

Tooru holds him tight, and Tobio can see both of them shaking. Tobio strokes Shouyou faster. He feels possessive, like Shouyou’s cock is his to touch, his to give pleasure. He grips it tight and holds it still while he strokes the head with his other palm.

Shouyou wails, squirming hard against Tooru. His hips twist and stutter. Tooru shushes him, but his head falls back against Tooru’s shoulder and he cums. Hard.

He spills over Tobio’s hands, and Tobio strokes him through it. He’s enraptured by Shouyou’s face, screwed up tight and bright red. He’s lost all control and he looks perfectly erotic and uninhibited. He cums in fast spurts that land on Tobio’s stomach, up to his chest.

Tobio hums and keeps working his cock until his orgasm fades, leaving him shuddering in oversensitivity. He relaxes, and Tobio pulls him into his chest. Shouyou lays on him, and he settles so comfortably that it makes Tobio’s heart hurt.

He looks up at Tooru. He’s flushed all the way down his chest and thrumming with arousal. “Go on,” Tobio says. “Fuck him until you cum.”

Shouyou whines, but he doesn’t protest. He grabs Tobio’s arm and writhes. His face is still buried in Tobio’s chest, and he can feel his breaths get faster when Tooru pushes back into him.

Tobio keeps his eyes on Tooru, holding his gaze while he pets Shouyou’s hair. “I want you to look at me when you cum in him,” he says. “Look at me when you cum.”

Tooru nods. “Yeah. Fuck-- I will.” It sparks fire in Tobio, and he smirks at Tooru. He’s just lying on the bed, under Shouyou, but he’s got control. He grabs one of Shouyou’s thighs, hiking it up to spread him wider for Tooru.

Shouyou gasps at the change in the angle. "Fuck."

“I know,” Tobio says, rubbing his back. “I know. Just let him fuck you. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Shouyou whimpers.

“Don’t tell me,” he says, focusing his eyes on Tooru. “Tell him.” He can see the way Tooru falters, having all the attention directed back on him. Tooru likes it, and it flusters him.

Shouyou sobs into Tobio’s chest. “Feels so good, Tooru. I-I love your cock. It’s -- oh fuck! Oh, Tooru, so good. Just like that!”

Tooru’s breathing picks up. He pounds harder into Shouyou, driving him into Tobio’s chest. “Fucking shit,” he whispers, and his eyes squeeze shut.

"No," Tobio says. “Eyes open, Tooru. Look at me when you cum.”

Tooru’s eyes flutter open, and he locks them on Tobio. He keens wildly as he breaks apart, cumming in Shouyou’s ass.

Shouyou whines and shivers as Tooru fills him. Tobio smooths his hands down the muscles in his back, and keeps staring at Tooru. “Yeah,” he says as Tooru quivers. His body spasms as he keeps staring at Tobio. “That’s it, Tooru. Good boy."

Tooru whimpers at the praise and pulls out. He’s still shaking, still dripping cum, and he falls onto the bed beside them. He heaves breaths, and when Tobio looks at his face, he’s still watching him.

“Good job,” Tobio says, caressing his face. “You did so good.” Tooru’s eyes flutter closed, and he smiles at Tobio’s words.

Shouyou shifts on top of him, and Tobio wraps his arms around his waist to hold him still. He burrows into Shouyou’s neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and sex. He smells like summer time, humid and earthy. Tobio wants to drown in that scent.

He almost does, until a hand on his shoulder pulls his attention away. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” Tooru says. He sounds tired too, words dragging out of his mouth. “We need a shower.”

Tobio’s mind is foggy, but he supposes that’s true. They’re covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Shouyou is the filthiest of all three of them, and he seems completely exhausted. He’s relaxed on Tobio’s chest, breathing deep and slow.

“Hey,” Tobio says, nudging him. “Can you stand?”

Shouyou murmurs and shakes his head. Tobio feels his heart swell with how soft Shouyou sounds. He’s pliant and sleepy, and Tobio loves this side of him. He gathers Shouyou in his arms as best he can and rolls him towards Tooru.

“Will you help him up? I’ll go start the shower.” He gets up on shaky legs. He has to fight off the exhaustion. It’s worse now that he’s standing, and his thighs tremble. As much as he wants to stay there, he knows they’ll all be much more comfortable after cleaning up.

He shuffles to the bathroom, placing a hand on the wall when he opens the shower. It’s large, and he’s struck by how spacious it feels when he steps inside. He leaves the glass door open as he turns on the water. His legs shake again, and he sits down on the shelf bench that juts out from the shower wall. The shower head hits his lower legs and feet, heating up quickly. He adjusts the temperature, checking it with his palm, until he finds the perfect setting for comfortably warm water, just like Shouyou likes it.

Tooru half-drags Shouyou into the bathroom. Shouyou’s arm is slung over his shoulders, and Tooru’s arm is tight around Shouyou’s waist. Shouyou’s eyes are closed, but he’s smiling and clinging to Tooru. It pulls at Tobio’s heart. They look so sweet together. Tobio wouldn’t be surprised if they had gone through these motions many times before. The way they touched each other in bed spoke to experience and comfort beyond what Tobio could imagine. Tooru meets Tobio’s gaze, and they both stare briefly before dissolving into chuckles.

Tooru looks like a wreck. His hair is tangled, and he’s got bruises on his neck. There’s a sticky mess of cum and lube on his stomach and thighs, and his face is still flushed red. Tobio’s sure he looks much the same, sitting on the shelf while the water hits his legs.

He thinks maybe he should feel jealous -- and maybe part of him does -- but he takes comfort in their familiarity with each other. Shouyou’s head is tucked into Tooru’s neck, and he looks small, curled in his arms.

“Hey, use your legs,” Tooru says, guiding Shouyou into the shower. Tobio reaches out to him. Shouyou takes his hand and lets Tobio bring him to the bench to sit down.

“Holy shit,” Shouyou murmurs. “I feel like I just did five full sets on the beach.” He leans on Tobio’s shoulder, and Tooru sits down on his other side.

“I’m just going to fall asleep here,” Tooru says, draping himself over Shouyou.

“Don’t do that!” Tobio reaches across Shouyou to swat Tooru. “You’re the one who suggested a shower.” Tooru flinches when Tobio hits him, but he doesn’t make any move to get up.

Tobio sighs, shoving the exhaustion away again to get to his feet. He reaches up to the showerhead, angling it so it points at the bench.

Shouyou tilts his face up into the spray and sighs as the water rolls over him. He’s so relaxed, and Tobio wants to capture this moment in his memory. He can’t stay here forever, but he wants to always remember it.

Tooru gazes up at him with tired eyes, holding the hotel’s miniature shampoo bottle in one hand and the bar of soap in the other. “Found these on this step thing.”

Tobio gives him a tired smile. “Good.” He drops himself back on the shelf, content to sit for a moment while Tooru lathers the soap on his skin and then on Shouyou. Shouyou shudders when Tooru touches the sensitive parts of his skin, but he doesn’t move beyond that.

Tooru’s eyes flicker up to meet Tobio. He realizes he’s been staring, watching openly as Tooru touches Shouyou’s body.

Tooru pulls him into a soft kiss, leans in close so Shouyou is pressed tight between them. The water streams down their faces, and Tobio parts his lips to invite Tooru closer. Tooru deepens the kiss, and Tobio can feel his tongue, curious and gentle.

He breaks the kiss, and Tobio chases after him, not ready to pull apart. “I can hear your brain working,” Tooru says.

Tobio looks away, down at the water swirling around their feet. He doesn’t know how to explain the things he’s feeling, and even if he could, he’s not sure he would want to. It’s messy, and his heart hurts. Still, he likes the way he feels when he’s touching them. Shouyou feels so delicate where they’re pressed together. Tobio places his hand on the muscles in Shouyou’s back to support him as he sways. He’s so strong, but he’s soft now, yielding and sweet.

Tooru’s sweet too, sweet and sleepy. He’s dropped his ego, focusing on Tobio and Shouyou. He’s rubbing shampoo into Shouyou’s hair, lathering the red waves with a light touch, but his eyes are still on Tobio. They sparkle with curiosity, even through his exhaustion.

“Tobio,” Tooru says. “What are you thinking right now?”

Tobio pulls Shouyou closer. “Let’s stay right here.”

Tooru touches his cheek with a soapy hand and gives him a knowing look. It’s full of wisdom and kindness. It’s the gaze of someone who knows the pain of separation. Tooru has left so much back in Japan, and he’s still alright. He has Shouyou, and he’s alright.

Tobio knows this is only temporary. After Shouyou’s birthday, he has to fly back home and leave them here. But he doesn’t want to leave. He wants more of them.

Tooru smiles sadly at him. “It’s okay. He’s not going anywhere. We’re both gonna be here.”

Tobio shivers. It feels like Tooru can hear his thoughts, and he’s not sure how to respond. They stand in silence for a minute, listening to the water hit their skin and the glass wall of the shower.

They must look ridiculous and messy. Shouyou sways, leaning heavily into Tobio before righting himself only to sag back against Tooru. Tobio hasn’t seen Shouyou fall asleep on his feet since their second year, and he likes knowing that Shouyou hasn’t changed in that respect. He’s still sincere and passionate and precious. Precious to Tobio.

“Part of him will always belong to you,” Tooru says. Tobio searches his face, but only finds earnestness in his expression. “He’s his own person now, but you helped make him who he is. That part of him, the part you nurtured, will always be yours.”

Tobio sucks in a breath. “He did the same for me.” He pauses, chewing on his lip as he studies Tooru’s face. “And so did you.”

Tooru’s face softens, and Tobio knows he understands. “Thank you,” Tooru whispers, and Tobio kisses him in response.

They finish washing up with soft touches and softer kisses. Shouyou wakes up enough to share in the touches and initiate as many kisses as he can. Tobio obliges him because he can’t refuse a kiss from Shouyou.

Getting out of the shower is chaotic. They’re all exhausted and wobbly and holding onto each other to avoid slipping. Tobio has the most stability, and that only results in both Tooru and Shouyou clinging to him, dragging him along when they wobble.

Tobio leans them against the bathroom wall while he grabs towels from the cabinet. He wraps Shouyou in a large, fluffy towel, and Shouyou snuggles into it. The shower brought new life to him. His eyelids are still heavy, but his eyes are bright and happy.

Tooru takes the towel Tobio hands him and drapes it over his head. Tobio thinks he looks like a puppy, precious and swaddled in a towel large enough to drown him.

“What?” Tooru asks, tilting his head.

He’s so damn adorable, and Tobio can’t take it. He grabs the end of the towel to pull Tooru close. “You look cute.”

Tooru’s face falls into a pretty pout. “Cute? No, I’m not.”

Tobio can’t resist him. He kisses him on the corner of his mouth. “Yes, you are.” Tooru huffs, but when Tobio pulls away from the kiss, he sees a ghost of a smile on Tooru’s pretty lips.

They return to the bed, where Shouyou has already ripped the soiled top sheet off the bed and fallen face first into the fitted sheet, still on the bed. That layer had escaped the worst of the stains, and Tobio decides it’s too much effort to strip and replace a fitted sheet in his state, replacing it with a blanket from the linen closet instead. Tobio grabs a blanket from the little cupboard and spreads it out across the large bed, covering Shouyou. Tooru shuffles to the far side of the bed, looking more like a zombie by the minute, and smoothes the wrinkles there.

“I want the middle.” Shouyou squirms under the blanket, his voice muffled by the thick blanket. It’s huge and ugly plaid, but it’s soft enough to be comfortable for them.

“The middle?” Tobio lifts the corner of the blanket, but Shouyou burrows deeper into the mattress and tosses his towel on the floor.

“The middle of the bed,” Tooru says. “He always gets the middle.”

Tobio shrugs. He decides he would prefer to be on the end regardless, but he says “Anything for the birthday boy,” and slides into bed beside him.

“Is it my birthday yet?” Shouyou sits up and leans over Tobio to check the clock on the end table. Tobio follows his gaze and sees the green glowing numbers read six after midnight.

“Yeah. Happy birthday, Shouyou,” Tobio says, pushing him onto his back and pinning his wrists while he kisses him. Shouyou hums into the kiss. Tobio keeps it chaste, giving him one more small peck before pulling away.

Tooru covers his mouth next, kissing him with a sweet smile while Tobio still holds one of his wrists to the bed. “Happy birthday, Shouchan. Good night.” He turns out the light on the bedside table and slides under the covers, wrapping an arm around Shouyou’s waist.

Shouyou rolls to his side, facing Tobio and beckons him closer. His face is covered in shadow, but Tobio can still see the blissful smile on his lips. Tobio shuffles forward, unsure of how close Shouyou wants him. Shouyou pillows his head on Tobio’s arm and nuzzles into Tobio’s chest. His damp hair tickles Tobio on his neck and under his chin. It’s soft and delicate, and it reminds Tobio of Shouyou in the shower. He pulls him closer, pressing their bodies together and tangling their legs. He can’t get enough of feeling Shouyou tucked against him.

Tooru’s arm drapes over both of their waists, and Tobio meets his dark eyes over Shouyou’s head. His eyes are crinkled at the corners; he’s smiling at Tobio, and Tobio smiles back. It’s been years since he has felt so close to Tooru, and this new intimacy creeps into his heart, filling it with affection and love.

Tobio doesn’t quite know when he drifts off to sleep, but when he wakes up, he’s being kissed. He opens his eyes as Shouyou pulls away just enough to smile at him. His brown eyes are sparkling with warmth, framed by red lashes that shine golden in the sunlight. The light floods in through the window, spilling over the bed and Shouyou’s face.

“Breakfast’ll be here soon,” Shouyou says. “Cassava crepes.”

“I don’t know what that is.” Tobio closes his eyes, feeling a grin spread across his face. He feels Shouyou’s solid weight in his lap, and it grounds him, keeping him relaxed and close to sleep. He stretches his arms out to shake off the drowsiness. His hand bumps Tooru, still sleeping on the other side of the bed. He’s curled up on his side, lips parted and snoring just a little.

“They’re good,” Shouyou kisses him again. “You’ll like them.”