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Tsukki sometimes works nights at the museum, when he comes back home he crawls into bed. If he's lucky, it's still early enough so both his boyfriends are still asleep and he squeezes himself between the two of them and falls asleep surrounded by their warmth.
But sometimes his shift drags on and when he arrives home Bokuto is already out for his morning run so there's only Kuroo still asleep in their king size bed. And sometimes even tired and worn out by a full night of work he still feels his skin buzz.
He needs to do something to get rid of the excessive energy.
Instead of flopping to his side next to Kuroo on the mattress, he presses himself on top of his boyfriend, his mouth directly landing on the hot skin of his neck.
He kisses him there,letting his hands roam over the planes of the toned relaxed body under him, until the man wakes up and mumbles a "d'morning" and Tsukki knows he's finally awake enough for him to ask.
"Can I fuck you? I'm so tired I won't be able to sleep."
Kuroo knows the routine by now, and without even opening his eyes he nods sleepily, humming his consent.
As Tsukki's hands are removing both their lower garments, Kuroo suddenly remembers that today is the day he has to play volleyball with the south suburb projects.
He clears his throat, to make sure his voice will function well enough. "I have to play volleyball today, maybe you could do it between my thighs?"
Tsukki doesn't answer right away and stays still over him.
Kuroo doesn't need to open his eyes to know the blond is holding an annoyed sigh.
"Alright, roll over," he says and even though he tried for a neutral tone, Kuroo still heard the irritation in the few words.
Despite his boyfriend's frustration Kuroo is still happy to oblige and knows that once his ass would be wanting for him Tsukki will regain his enthusiasm.
The second Kuroo lands on his stomach the blonds hands are back on him kneading at his flesh like nothing had counteracted his plans.
Kuroo moans into his pillow as a thumb wanders between his ass cheeks and near his hole.
"No regrets?" Tsukki asks and Kuroo breathes a laugh to the rhetorical questions.
He has a lot of regrets but most of them don't involve sex with one of his boyfriends.
Tsukki's hands withdraw from Kuroo's flesh, most likely to retrieve the lube jar situated in the nightstand, but they're back soon enough to coat the tender skin of his thighs with the wet and cold lotion.
Tsukki sinks his fingers between Kuroo's legs and orders, "Close them tight please, I really need my dick to be crushed, work was awful."
Kuroo snorts mockingly but still crosses his knees to meet Tsukki's request, "Let's crush your dick then." He almost has the time to say before Tsukki's long stiff cock plunges into his flesh.
Kuroo's breath starts to itch when Tsukki moans loudly into his ear.
"Fuuuuuck yeah." The blond exhales when his shaft is completely buried in Kuroo.
He doesn't wait for any sign from Kuroo to start to pump his cock fast and hard into Kuroo's heat. Every slap resonating through their bedroom comes with a loud desperate moan from the blond.
The pace is hard and fast, Kuroo almost wants to tell his boyfriend to catch his breath, but he knows Tsukki is too far gone already. His life is draining and sex is one of the few things that keeps Tsukki sane nowadays.
The man has to juggle between work and a spot in a division 2 volleyball team and those night shifts are just the cherry on top of an already very exhausting cake.
So Kuroo lets him emptying his frustration while providing words of encouragement.
When Tsukki's pace slows down, Kuroo feels his mouth drop on the back of his neck, "I love you," he groans wetly against his skin and snaps his hips hard against Kuroo's ass.
Kuroo's dick, which was until now cozily and peacefully nested between his stomach and the mattress, twitches in sudden interest of what's happening in the immediate neighborhood.
Tsukki snaps his hips again, and the tip of his cock grazes over the back of Kuroo's balls. It draws a whine from his throat and it doesn't go unnoticed by his boyfriend.
Between two drills, Tsukki sinks his teeth in Kuroo's nape and the man's moan joins the chant of his boyfriend's relief emptying his load between his thighs.
Kuroo's dick is now very much awake when Tsukki slumps on top of him with a ragged breath.
"You're not gonna leave me like this aren't you?" he asks in disbelief while the blond flops to his side with a whine.
Kuroo un crosses his knees and the cold hitting his soiled skin sends shivers down his spine.
"Tsukki?" he asks, but a glance confirms his boyfriend is already half asleep next to him, his glasses askew, barely hanging on his nose.
But then, like the knight in shiny armor making an appearance just on time to slay the dragon and save the princess, Bokuto's voice echoes from the living room.
"Tsukki's here?" Kuroo's other boyfriend asks while opening the door of their bedroom.
"Not anymore apparently," Kuroo says, glancing at the blond softly snoring next to him.
He is still on his stomach, ass propped up and wet with a mix of come and sweat.
"Oh oh did I miss something?" Bokuto asks joyfully, leaning against the door frame.
"If by something you mean Tsukki using me like a wet sock, then yes." He replies with a pout.
Bokuto laughs heartfeltly. "But you love being used!" he says while jumping on the bed on Kuroo's other side.
"Well yes, but not when my dick is left unattended like that."
A loud snores erupts from Tsukki as if to put some emphasis on Kuroo's words.
"Luckily I'm here to attend it then!" Bokuto says cheerfully, "Turn around so I can give it all the attention it needs." he adds while his tongue passes over his lips.
And Kuroo once again is more than happy to indulge one of his boyfriends' requests knowing that in the end they will all get exactly what they need.