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The planets align and Kei gets one night to himself after months of being in the company of at least one other person every second of every day. Keiji has an overnight business trip, Koutarou is out with friends and Kuroo…well, Kuroo is still a mystery to him, even after they have finally stopped dancing around each other.
Kei eats only dessert for dinner and goes to bed early to get a full twelve hours—two things that seldom happen for him. They're so particular about him eating a full meal and about waking him up in the middle of the night to fuck him sideways. Or waking him up by being loud while fucking next to him.
Kei falls asleep on Keiji's side of the bed. He wears only one of Koutarou's oversize shirts and socks. Going bare under the shirt is habit; What is the point of underwear if it's expected to be in the way?
He doesn't get his wish.
The first thing to register is the front door slamming shut. Heavy, paused steps follow, in groups of three or four and then silence. Light assaulting Kei's eyes comes third. The bedside lamp shines brighter than Kei has ever remembered it behind a gargantuan silhouette standing by the edge of the bed.
Koutarou almost never drinks. He's too much of a gym guy to mess his diet up with alcohol. Almost never doesn't mean never, and tonight, one of his friends from uni's birthday bash, is one of the exceptions.
He looms over Kei with feverish eyes and languid limbs. A mountain of a man towering over him. He climbs on the bed, grabbing Kei by the ankle and spreading his legs without saying a single word.
"Koutarou?"
He pulls Kei's—his—shirt up to reveal Kei's body to him. Koutarou palms the front of his pants, rubbing his hand over the protruding bulge. "Horny as fuck."
He leans over Kei to push down his pants by the waistband with one hand, the other keeping Kei open to him. Kei smells the alcohol on his breath, hot pants reaching him as Koutarou takes himself in hand when he's free and starts pumping his hardness without preamble, uncontrolled grunts ejected from his throat.
He's like an animal. Chasing his orgasm with his hand, his cock leaking over his knuckles. He pushes Kei's ankle further out before letting it fall to the bed. Koutarou scoots closer with his knees and uses that free hand to spread Kei with two fingers on the top of his mound. His voice is all smoke and whisky, gravelly from use. "It's so pretty down here."
He's not looking at Kei's face at all. Not coming up to lick at his tongue like he normally would, not taking his big hands and strolling them over Kei's body. His eyes glue themselves to his folds, to his dick starting to rouse and grow. Kei's bottom growth isn't the biggest; a round, fat, rosy bud swelling from under the hood.
He's still delicate down there. Plush around the entrance to his blush-colored cunt, longer but not hung peeking dick. Hair as fair as the one falling in his eyes. Wetter than he's ever been under the intensity of Koutarou's scrutiny.
"Pretty." The words fall out of Koutarou's mouth and slam into Kei's chest. "Pretty pussy."
Kei chokes out a stunned, "Koutarou," head falling back into the pillow.
He comes closer, fingers repositioning to the sides of his folds to give him a better view of Kei's hole stretched by the pull. He leaks all over those fingers, entrance aching with the need to be stretched by something else entirely.
"So wet. All mine."
He doesn't make Kei come. Doesn't touch him other than to put him on display. Doesn't say a word to him. Koutarou uses his cunt as live jerk-off material, deep groans resounding around the room, angling the head of his cock just in front of his open legs to shower Kei's sex in his cum when he orgasms. Runs his fingers through the milky wetness now coating him, and finally uses them to push some of the mess inside Kei before falling into alcohol-fueled sleep like a rock.
It takes Kei a while to take Koutarou's shirt off and use it to clean himself up with automatic movements. To turn off the bedside lamp. At some point in the night Koutarou grabs him, putting his whole face on Kei stomach and continuing to sleep. Kei doesn't get a wink of shuteye, the sweets he had turning bitter on his tongue as his stomach cramps in turmoil.
Kei leaves for an early class.
He doesn't pay attention to anything on the way there. He doesn't enter the lecture. Finds a seat and mindlessly scrolls through songs while he tries to make heads and tails of the soup of feelings simmering away inside him, thought after thought rising up from the metal stuck to the flame and popping in a burst as they reach the top.
When Kei returns to their apartment, Koutarou has left the bed and is in the shower. Washing away last night. Kei changes into more comfortable clothes—Kuroo's, wide on him but not falling off entirely. He pours himself a glass of water but doesn't touch it, lost in the bubbles clinging to where liquid meets glass.
That is where Koutarou finds him. Leaning his hip on the kitchen counter, eyes a million miles away.
"I half-remember last night."
Kei refocuses his eyes to meet Koutarou's apologetic ones. "Wouldn't be surprised if you didn't at all."
"The cab ride back is spotty but after that it's all here." He taps his temple. Koutarou is never one to delay an apology for his benefit so he smiles at Kei, duller than his usual ones, strained, and says, "I'm sorry."
Kei sucks on his teeth. They're so careful. Not in a way that makes Kei feel like they think he is fragile. In a way that tells him that they care about him. That they love him and respect him and want him to thrive.
After all that thinking, Kei doesn't know if he wants the apology.
The way Koutarou lost himself. Hungry. Mesmerized. He wanted more to look at it than fuck him. The knowledge burns down to his pelvis. Perfectly crafted to hit the right spots of Kei's psyche, who craves attention. That Koutarou would find his body so alluring he'd care more about it than about Kei entirely, when Kei knows how much Koutarou loves him is—
Kei leans his back on the counter, feet facing Koutarou's direction. He bites down on his lip with too much force. All the internalizing hasn't materialized into a firm opinion. He doesn't know how he feels. Kei opens his mouth and lets whatever wants to come out go between the two of them, planting itself in the middle:
"You call Kuroo's hole a pussy and don't say sorry about it," he points out, eyes narrowed.
It is, entirely, Kei picking a fight about the apology. Why call his hole a pussy and not mine? What does his has that mine does not? Apples to oranges. And yet, that is what comes out.
It is idiotic.
Kei has an actual pussy attached to his body.
Koutarou sucks in a breath.
No, he never worries Kei will shatter. He brings hit after hit and he knows Kei takes them as they come. Koutarou slinks forward, thick arms coming to cage Kei against the counter. He talks into Kei's lips but doesn't make to kiss him.
"Cause it's hungry for cock like one."
Kei looks down to their aligned hips, separated by so little air, swallowing. He tugs the wide leg opening of Kuroo's shorts aside, and bares himself in display. It's a patch of blonde hair atop a pink slit. His voice is disturbed by the increasingly racking up and down of his chest. "Like this one?"
Koutarou slides his fingers over Kei's mound. "Let's check." He parts Kei folds with thick digits and Kei feels himself drip magma on Koutarou's skin.
Kei is a man—or something around there. He knows that. Should it bother him? That he can call his hole a pussy and not give a fuck if some people would think he should be mad at his boyfriend for doing so as well?
Koutarou brings the shiny skin to his tongue for a taste before returning to rub between Kei's legs. "What is this?"
Kei's mouth answers for him."Don't care as long as you fuck it."
"A pussy," Koutarou tells him, stare satisfied like it fills some void in him to name it."That's what it is." He sinks one of his well-slicked fingers into Kei."It's wet like one. Soft like one. Ready to be bred like one."
"Is that what you think, Koutarou?" Kei's hands find perch on the counter for support, elbows bent."That all pussies are wet and want to be bred?"
"All the ones I know," Koutarou grins, looking at Kuroo's black high school shirt hanging from Kei's shoulders."This one is." He sinks another finger into Kei. He's prepped enough. Koutarou is just playing with him. With it.
"When hasn't it been wet for me? When haven't I come inside it? I rarely pull out." With a certainty that tells him Koutarou has thought about this before, he brags, "Haven't worn a rubber. Not once. Only know this pussy raw." The thumb of his free hand grazes his clit, now at attention."Don't plan on starting now."
Kei huffs, trying and failing to not show how affected he is. "Isn't it my say?"
Koutarou shakes his head. He covers Kei's entire sex with one wide, wet hand. "My pussy." The words land between them the way a child might snatch a doll away from someone else's hand and claim my toy.
Kei swallows."Keiji is going to kill us if we do it here."
"I'll tell him you spread you legs for me and I couldn't help myself." Koutarou pulls the shorts down with a hard tug, letting them pool on the floor. "He'll get it. He loves this pussy too. We all do. Always ready."
He pulls his own shorts down too, kicking them aside. His cock strains against its weight, hard and thick. Kei salivates. He's been thinking about it since last night. Koutarou gets a lazy hand on it, stroking it from base to tip, a long motion ending with a glistening pearl at the top. "Took me like a champ the first time we fucked. Took Keiji too." Koutarou closes his eyes, giving himself another stroke, remembering. "When you left the next day," he grins at this part, "it was all he could talk about. He'd never had one before."
The words keep spilling from Kei's mouth unplanned. It is better that they do, so Kei finally know what is it that resides in his chest. "Kuroo hadn't either, our first time."
"And he came inside it, too,"Koutarou laughs."That's how it should be." He slaps his cock against Kei's clit."Ready?"
"Yeah."
Slap."Wants it?"
Kei's face burns. He forces the word out. "Yes."
He lifts Kei by the waist, startling him, settling him on the counter-top. "'Course it does. It's a cumdump."
The pit of Kei's stomach twists as Koutarou spreads his legs to fit between them, breaching him with his fat cock in a moment, stretching Kei's hole and hitting that spot he's been avoiding with his fingers the whole time, right behind his pelvis. Kei hangs on to his neck before losing feeling in the legs at the girth makes him fall back and crack his head open on the granite. "Koutarou."
"Pussy or not," Koutarou says lovingly, breaking his attention from Kei's flesh to peck his lips,"it is, babe. It's why I came on it yesterday. Wasn't thinking straight but I knew what it was meant for. Didn't even have to fuck it."
Between them, he flicks Kei's clit with his index and his middle finger, dragging the hood back as it strains. He spits on it, using one finger to rub the tip while the other keeps the sheath pulled. "Pretty clit, making you shiver around my cock."
Kei rewards him with another shiver, feeling the ache mount. "I'm—"
"Pussies are meant come, so go for it." He keeps his fingers at a steady pace, working Kei up without thrusting."Fuck, the way it feels when it does, like it's trying to milk the cum out of me." He spits on Kei's clit again to keep the strokes smooth. "Gets so tight."
"Kou," he cries out, chest heaving. His legs shake against the counter as it builds, the jerking of his hip only serving to make the cock inside him go deeper. He's racing to an orgasm led by the pad of Koutarou's fingers. He chokes on his own spit as he comes, slamming his hand down on the counter top. Long groans emerge from his throat, muscles contracting, hips trying to jump away from the fingers that stroke him through it.
"Yeah, there it goes, fuck." Koutarou thrusts once, pushing Kei's cum out around his cock. "I owed it the one from last night. Now I can come in it." Koutarou is lost in it again. He's not seeing Kei. He's not making love to him or fucking him or having fun together. He's trying to fuck the pussy in front of him. Admiring it, wanting to see the lips stretch around his cock, hypnotized by the future sight of it swollen and red and creampied.
He pushes the middle of Kei's chest. "Lay back."
Kei goes, catching his breath, staring at the ceiling. He's just legs and a hole to Koutarou right now. Not a hole—a wet, dripping, stuffed pussy he's going to breed. He isn't going to try to make Kei—trying to make his pussy come at all again. He's going to fuck it and come inside it and nothing else.
No Want it faster,babe? Yeah, you do. Look at me. Fuck you're gorgeous. No touches, no interrupting for kisses.
He grabs Kei's waist hard to keep him from moving and pounds into him. Kei's hands make for the edge of the counter and hang on, trying to withstand Bokuto's powerful body crashing into him. He'll have bruises from it, glasses coming off his face entirely. He squeals the whole time. Koutarou sets a brutal pace, using Kei's pussy to jerk off, bottoming out every time.
It's so good. Sooooo good. Kei drools. Tries to lift his head to look but can't without risking smacking the back of his head against the counter as his pussy is fucked relentlessly. He shuts his eyes and takes it. Koutarou's balls slap against his ass, the sound drowned out to Kei's ears by his continuous cries. Koutarou stops only to push Kei's legs together, fold them into his chest, and starting again.
He can barely breathe like this, taking gasping breaths when he can. Koutarou speeds up, his thrusts losing rhythm before spreading Kei's legs again to get as deep as he can, hips bumping at every in and out. Koutarou comes with violent thrusts, wild eyes never leaving the sight of his now beaten pussy opening up for him and taking every drop of cum he has to give.
If Kei could, he would be bred now by how deep Koutarou is inside him.
He pulls out with a hiss.
It takes a second but Kei feels it. A trickle of cum traveling down to his ass.
Koutarou pulls him up by the arm, urging him to stand.
"I'm home."
Keiji arrives just in time to watch Koutarou's cum drip down his leg and to the floor.
Before Kei can orient himself, Koutarou turns him around and pushes on his back to have Kei bend over the counter. Kei trembles as the air grazes his exposed core, now used beyond belief. His abdomen takes all his weight, his legs useless.
"Hey babe." Koutarou spreads the lips of his pussy with his fingers to be on full display. Kei feels another glob of cum roll down his thigh."Isn't it pretty?"
It takes Keiji a second. Kei breathes through spiraling vines riddled with thorns growing in his airway in the time it takes for Keiji to answer, "As always."
Koutarou grins, face beside Kei's."I was just fucking some good pussy."
He hears Keiji's shocked, stuttered inhale from behind him. The words make Kei flush, heat and embarrassment crawling all over his body, under his skin, burning under his eyes. He shuts them tightly to withstand the roiling wave that surges over his thorax.
"I'm just in time, then." Keiji walks beside him to the sink, taking his time to drop his duffel on the floor and thoroughly wash his hands. When he smiles, he does so at Koutarou, the only acknowledgment he gives Kei being a hand running through his damp locks as he says,"Wouldn't want to miss it."
Keiji's other hand reaches behind him, going straight for his clit, rubbing it on the meat of his palm. Kei hisses at the touch, oversensitive, eyes shutting once again. He can't bring himself to look anywhere. Keiji doesn't allow him that reprieve, speaking his siren voice directly into Kei's ear. "So sweet." The words make break out in goosebumps. "Just perfect."
He hears them kiss above him. Koutarou slaps his pussy and asks, "Gonna fuck it?"
Kei swallows a moan.
Keiji sinks his fingers in and splays them. "Of course. It's what it's here for."
Keiji leaves him. He hears a belt unbuckling behind him and spreads his legs wider. He needs all the stability he can get. Keiji runs his length over the mess Koutarou left behind, a mix of his and Kei's cum, to wet it before spearing Kei open again with a slam of his hips.
Kei lets out a cry in surprise at the jolt, arms reaching out to brace. Keiji never starts rough. He's the one turning up the flame on the pot so they boil without noticing.
He does now, ramming Kei into the counter with every thrust under Koutarou's watchful eyes.
He pulls out and Kei breaks from his hard grab at the counter to withstand the thrusts against his flesh. He turns Kei around, bringing one of his legs up to get a better look. "Pink and cute." Slams hard, harder than he has. "Looks like it got put to good use."
Keiji can't help himself. He breaks from whatever just possessed all of them to reach up and part Kei's lips with his tongue. He's all blurry to Kei, whose glasses are still off somewhere unknown. "Hi"
"He was complaining," Koutarou comments with a tone that says like usual,"about me not calling it a pussy but doing it for Kuroo."
"Sorry, Kei." Keiji smiles at him, venom and nectar mixed. "I didn't know we were depriving you, promise."
"That's—"
"I'll hold it." Koutarou comes around them, hiking Kei's legs up higher to give Keiji better access. Kei other leg takes whatever weight Koutarou doesn't hold, his quivering muscles working as Koutarou pulls him enough to be on the tip of his toes.
Keiji's now free hands settle where Kei's were so he can use the counter as leverage, eyes buried in Kei's pussy, watching himself froth Koutarou's cum in and out. He sighs out,"It really is perfect."
Kei reaches between them to spread it which earns him a groan from Keiji. He fucks faster into it, until he's grabbing at Kei's ass to pull him closer and filling his pussy with the second load of the day.
Keiji pulls out with a pop and kneels, flattening his tongue to pick up any cum starting to drip before closing his mouth over Kei's clit, sucking before pulling away to eat the rest of his spend directly from Kei's abused entrance. He presses on Kei's navel, urging him to push any out, laving his pussy with open mouthed kisses. It is a team effort, Koutarou holding him open by his leg and Keiji keeping his now puffy outer lips open with one hand, the other wrapped around Kei's thigh.
Keiji leans on the bed, the last one to shower. "So," he asks the room at large, "what did I miss?"
"Got drunk. Said something stupid," Koutarou shrugs from where Kei is using him as a pillow. He looks down at Kei, eyebrow raised. "Discovered a kink?"
Yes, but—
"It wasn't stupid."
They both glance at him. Kei runs his fingers over the comforter, arms stretched out as he recovers from the truly hard fucks of the day. He speaks to the ceiling. "I don't mind it. It's—"
How to say what kept him up all of last night?
"It's not that I don't care, but if you call it my dick or my clit, I guess I don't"—takes a breath—"think that either is better or worse."
Why is he worried what an imaginary panel of judges will say? It is his body. He's gotten a say in everything so far. Why is this any different?
He still doesn't look at them.
Keiji pulls Kei's face his way, stopping him from gnawing at his lip with his thumb. "Hey."
Kei lets his mouth do the talking again. "Does it weird you out?"
"Why?"
"You're gay."
"For you, a lot," Keiji nods. "I love you."
Koutarou snorts."'Sides, he's fucked it a whole lot already for him to be weirded out now."
"Koutarou," Keiji chides, but there's a twitch to his lip that says he agrees.
"No, he's right," Kei bursts out laughing. The comment breaks the tension built, Kei's shoulders relaxing into Koutarou's chest. He feels silly for doubting it."You literally ate your cum out of me not a hour ago."
"The point is," Keiji omits that last comment. "I don't think it is better or worse either, I listen to what you say."
"I say," Kei announces, finally, "a hole is a hole either way. Call it a pussy or not. So who cares?" He looks up to Koutarou. "Apparently, I don't."
Koutarou raises a fist."Here, here."
"Uh," Kuroo interrupts, standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He's wearing his teacher clothes, hair disheveled.
Kei wears the matching sweats of his high school uniform and no shirt. "Hello Professor."
Kuroo treads closer, suspicious, all up to the edge of the bed. "Should I ask, or?"
Keiji decides to be bad. "We were just talking about you."
A beat.
Kuroo flushes from head to toe. He sputters, taking a few tries to get the words out, heated. "Don't talk about my hole without me here to defend myself!"
Kei laughs.