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Osamu finally lifts himself up from his bed, looking back at his boyfriends as he does. Rin and Motoya are still knocked out from their last round and lay on top of each other. He watches them breathing for a while, revelling in the tranquillity of the room that was filled with the sounds of wet slaps and desperate moans just a few minutes ago. He bends over, placing a chaste kiss on each of their foreheads before exiting the room.
It’s already 11:00 p.m. The whole house seems to be in a deep sleep, illuminated by the faint orange of the string lights that Motoya has slung around the place. Osamu moves quietly to the kitchen, mind set on retrieving him and his lovers something to eat. The room’s spotless as ever, a faint lemony set hanging in the air as he begins taking out a frying pan from the rack. He has some leftover rice from the shop, so he’s making a few onigiris- specifically, tuna ones.
Osamu begins working his hands around the ingredients, massaging the rice with his hands and leaving the tuna to sizzle for a bit on the pan. He’s so caught up in it that he doesn't hear the gentle footsteps making their way behind him,
“Mm…that smells good.” Rin snakes his arms around Osamu’s waist, startling him slightly, but he turns to kiss the other’s forehead anyway.
“‘Course it does. I’m the one who’s makin’ it.” Their voices are only hushed whispers, as if afraid of breaking the lingering moment of peace. “Don’t tell me yer here fer round four. Toya looks like he won’t be awake fer a bit.”
“I’m not as sex-driven as you think, Miya .” Rin sticks his tongue out and Osamu feels it linger for a moment too long on his earlobe. He scoffs.
“Ya could’ve fooled me, Suna .” he hisses back. “Besides, this is the longest he’s lasted, let him rest.”
“Ugh, fine” he can practically hear Rin roll his eyes. “I promise not to jump our amazing, adorable, insanely sexy boyfriend…as long as he doesn’t do anything too cute.”
“Rin…”
“Osamu, have you seen those squishy cheeks? Those cute little eyebrows? His little smile?” Rin sounds incredulous, like the other isn’t just as down bad as him. “I keep forgetting how lucky we are to have him.”
“We are lucky. But we can’t forget that he needs takin’ care of too.” Osamu shakes his head. “Remember when we first started datin’ him? We led him ta think that we only want him for his body.”
“Mhm…true…” Rin smiles into his shoulder. “I think I love him, Samu.”
“...me too.” Osamu smiles back. “He’s fuckin’ gorgeous.”
“What’s going on?” Motoya walks steadily into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He’s wearing one of Osamu’s shirts, which falls down to his thighs. Underneath it, a peek of Rin’s boxers is visible. Osamu’s heart feels like it's about to explode at the sight of the libero adorned with hickeys and bite-marks that peek out from the collar of his shirt and his messy hair that’s plastered all over his face. Beside him, Rin practically swoons.
“Motoya.” He groans, burying his head in his hands. “ Whyyy? ”
“What?” The shorter man looks up at Rin, his doe eyes wide and questioning.
“ This .” Rin gestures at his whole being in frustration. Osamu chuckles.
“I think yer givin’ him a cuteness overload, darlin’.” Motoya blushes intensely.
“O-oh.” He stutters. “Hehe, I could go change, if you want me to.” Rin almost scowls and pins him to the counter by placing a hand on either side.
“I think you know that that’s the last thing I want you to do.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of the other’s ear, causing him to shiver, but Rin moves back to place a kiss on his forehead. “Damnit, Toya. If you keep being all cute, I’ll have to do something about it.”
He starts walking back to Osamu when a voice hits his ear: “Then do it.” He whips his head back to meet a flustered Motoya, whose ears are glowing bright red and he’s not quite meeting the other two’s eyes.
“Come again?”
“I just said…” He finally looks up at them. “If you want to do something about it…then you should…if you want.” He buries his face in his hands.
Rin looks back at Osamu, pouting and asking for permission. The other sighs.
“Toya, ya sure ya want ta? Aren’t ya tired?”
“I could take another round…if you guys are up to it.”
“Mm…” Osamu looks down at the Onigiri he’s moulding with his hands. “I’m a lil’ busy right now. You and Rin can go ahead.”
The middle blocker immediately lights up, pouncing on Motoya’s neck hungrily and biting down on whatever patch of skin he can find. “Please let me suck you off, baby.” He whispers, nibbling on the other’s earlobe.
“W-whatever you want.” The other mewls, tipping his head back for easier access. Rin licks a long, thick line down from his neck to his collarbone, peppering kisses onto it. He lifts a hand up Motoya’s shirt before throwing it off completely and lifting him up to sit on top of the counter.
“Really?” Osamu groans from the other side of the kitchen. “Here?”
“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t love a show.” Rin rolls his eyes, not looking away from Osamu as he licks the delicate but firm V-lines of Motoya’s abdomen, leaving the other whimpering as he hardens for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
“Rin.” He moans, carding his fingers through the middle blocker’s hair, pulling on it slightly. He receives a groan in response that shoots up a fire in his spine. “P-please don’t tease.”
“Anything for you, baby.” Rin drops to his knees and strips his boxers off of Motoya. His cock springs out, already leaking with precum.
“Excited, are we?” Motoya blushes at this and tries to look away, but meets eyes with Osamu, who has abandoned his work and is watching them as he leans over the countertop with a hunger in his eyes.
Rin smiles up at him, mouth around the tip and placing small kitten licks around it before indulging him further with his hands at the base. Motoya moans again, but it’s swallowed by Osamu’s lips. The taller man takes his face in his hands and practically fucks his mouth with his tongue. The sensation, paired with Rin’s mouth on his cock, makes him buck his hips unintentionally.
He begins to apologise, but Rin just moans around him. “Do that again, baby.” So he does. Motoya bucks his hips in time with Rin taking him in, earning a muffled groan with each one. Meanwhile, Osamu’s hands have wandered to his chest, thumbing over his nipples and squeezing down on one.
“Mm…S-Samu…” He’s breathless again, giving into the pure pleasure all over his body. “I think I’m g-gonna cum.”
“Who’s stoppin’ ya, doll?” Osamu whispers against his collarbone, that’s now littered with fresh hickeys. “Cum fer us.”
That’s all it takes before Motoya releases into Rin’s mouth, who fucks his mouth on his cock until he swallows every last drop. Motoya moans needily into Osamu’s mouth as he rides out his high, clawing at the other’s back.
“Shh…it’s over now. Take a breath, doll.” Osamu chuckles and helps him back into his clothes as Rin rinses his mouth over the sink. “You did so well.”
“ Mm…stop .” Motoya rests his head on the other’s chest, exhausted. “You’ll make me horny again.”
“You two are insatiable .” He mutters, placing a kiss on his forehead and moving back to the food.
“You guys don’t have to do that all the time, by the way.” Motoya kicks his legs, resting his head on Rin’s shoulder when he takes a seat next to him.
“Do what?” Rin’s on his phone, scrolling mindlessly through TikTok.
“All this…smothering stuff. I know you guys like me already.”
“Oh, darlin’.” Osamu smiles, walking to them with a plate piled with Onigiri. Rin takes one and immediately bites down on it. “Ya ain’t makin’ us do all that. We don’t even do it because we like ya.”
“So…why do you do it…?” Motoya’s heart sinks.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Rin bites down on his cheek before placing a kiss on it. “We love you.”
Motoya blushes, trying to look down at his lap, but Osamu lifts his chin up to meet his cool, grey eyes. “Don’t be so ashamed, doll. Yer perfect, y’know.”
“I’m…not.” He lets the other’s lips flutter over his own briefly before continuing. “But if you guys think so…I guess I could accept it.”
“Mm…good.” Osamu smiles as Rin moves backs to his phone. “Eat these now, ‘kay?” He lifts an Onigiri up to Motoya’s lips and he takes a huge bite out of it.
“‘Kay.” He smiles, his mouth full of rice. Rin bites down on his cheek again.
“I’ll wash the dishes.” Osamu turns to the sink, having swallowed down his food in only a few bites. “And where y’all are done with that, I want ya back in the room. I ain’t fucking ya princesses any more today.”
The other two pout in unison but obey. Motoya falls asleep that night, suffocated by kisses down his back and chest.