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Remind him again why he had let Yamaguchi drag him here? Clearly, the club was the last place you would usually find Tsukishima on a Saturday night, but his friend had insisted on bringing him here.

'Come on, Tsukki, it'll be fun' he'd said, and while that seemed to be true for his friend, given how he was currently having fun dancing with a handsome stranger, the same couldn't be said about Kei. That's why he ended up sitting at the bar, alone, empty drink in front of him. It's not that he was actively trying to be miserable, it just wasn't his scene. Sure, he would be lying if he said that he hadn't spotted a few hot guys, but Tsukishima was not one to chase.

"What's a handsome guy like you doing here, all by yourself?" someone asked from behind, and Tsukishima was fully prepared to blow the guy off, when he turned around, only to see the most gorgeous man on earth stand in front of him. He had short, black and slightly curled hair, looking at Kei through dark, hooded eyes. He gulped at the sight, a sudden shiver running down his spine.

"Do you mind if I join you?" the man asked, after not receiving an answer from Tsukishima.

"Oh, sure." Why was he so flustered? The beautiful stranger sat down on the bar stool next to him, putting a hand on Kei's shoulder and trailing it down along his arm. The light touch left goosebumps in its way, and Tsukishima could feel his heart skip a beat. Just how long had it been since he had been touched by someone like this?

"I'm Akaashi Keiji, and you are…?" Akaashi introduced himself, trying to shoot his shot. He couldn't help himself, the blonde had looked just too delectable, with nothing but legs for days. He didn't seem to be quite as interested as Akaashi was, but the slight blush on his cheeks gave him away.

"Tsukishima Kei," he answered, looking Akaashi up and down.

"Tsukishima…nice to meet you," Akaashi said, savouring the name on his tongue. He couldn't help that he had a penchant for tall guys, and something about this one in particular drew him in like a moth to the flame. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, looking at Tsukishima's empty glass.

"Yes, thank you," Tsukishima accepted, hoping that the alcohol would soothe his nerves. Why did he feel like a schoolgirl talking to her crush? "I'll have a Strawberry Daiquiri," he addressed the bartender, expectantly looking at Akaashi to see what he was going to get for himself.

"I'll have a Pornstar Martini, please," Akaashi said, winking at Tsukishima. Usually, he would have only derisively snorted at such a blatant attempt at flirting, but coming from this stunning man it was undeniably hot.

"So, Kei, tell me, what brings you here tonight?" Akaashi asked, trying to make some light conversation while they waited for their drinks.

"I just came here with a friend, I don't usually go to clubs much," he admitted, scanning the crowd for Yamaguchi.

"Mhm, so where's your friend now?"

"I don't know, I think he's dancing with someone," Tsukishima mumbled.

"That's not nice of your friend to leave you here all alone," Akaashi pouted sympathetically, stroking his hand over Tsukishima's shoulder.

"Good thing I'm here to take care of you now." He hoped that he wasn't coming on too strong, but it was worth a shot. The blonde seemed somewhat standoffish at first glance, but Akaashi could see that he was secretly enjoying the attention.

Luckily for Tsukishima, their drinks were finally ready as the bartender set them down in front of them and he quickly took a sip to hide his red face behind the glass.

'Cute' Akaashi thought, sipping on his own drink.

"Mh, this is really good. Do you want to try it?" Akaashi offered, raising his glass.

"Sure. I hope it's sweet, I like sweet things," Tsukishima winked, slowly regaining his composure. This time it was Akaashi who blushed. The drink really was sweet, and a bit sour too, the flavours blending together nicely on Tsukishima's tongue.

"Mh, that's good. What's in it?" he asked, his eyes lighting up.

"It's passion fruit and vanilla," Akaashi explained, adding, "the only vanilla I'm into," with a smirk, just to test the waters. By the way Tsukishima blushed he had definitely hit the jackpot.

Ding ding ding!

Kei took another sip of his drink, trying to calm himself down. His head was spinning with arousal, and alcohol, which was a deadly combination for his sanity.

"Is that so?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to seem unaffected but utterly failing at it.

Akaashi leaned closer, whispering into his ear. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

As much as he wanted to get up and take Tsukishima home with him right there and then, there was something else he had to tell him. Or rather, show. He hoped that it wouldn't be a dealbreaker for Tsukishima, which would be a real shame given the amazing chemistry they had with each other.

Akaashi quickly downed the rest of his drink, chasing it with a shot of prosecco. Tsukishima did the same, setting his empty glass down in front of him.

"Do you want to dance?" Akaashi asked, elegantly sliding down from the bar stool and reaching his hand out for Tsukishima to take.

His first instinct was to decline the offer, he wasn't much of a dancer, but for this man he would make an exception. Akaashi lead them to the dance floor, dragging Tsukishima behind him as they made their way through the crowd to find a good spot. Akaashi placed his hands on Tsukishima's hips, who in turn put his arms around Akaashi's shoulders. They gently swayed together, as the last beats of Harry Styles' 'Golden' faded.

~You're so golden~

They danced together as the music changed, switching from soft and slow to something darker with more bass. It was fairly innocent, but Akaashi's hands had a tendency to get dangerously close to Tsukishima's ass.

'At least we're keeping it PG' Tsukishima thought to himself, unlike the two guys next to them. They were shamelessly grinding on each other, hungrily making out while freely roaming their hands around each other's (notably muscular) bodies.

Kei didn't know whether he should be disgusted or turned on by the sight. He quickly found out which of those emotions would dominate, when Akaashi suddenly released his hands from his hips and turned around, sneaking his hand around the tall, grey-haired guys neck and catching his lips in an open-mouthed kiss. For a second, Tsukishima was confused, but Akaashi quickly cleared the air.

"Kei, this is my boyfriend, Bokuto," he explained, and after kissing the other tall, black-haired guy, "and this is my other boyfriend, Kuroo. Bo, Kuroo, this is Tsukishima Kei," he introduced them.

Tsukishima did not know what to say. What he did know, however, was the he was incredibly turned on.

"Hey Tsukki," Bokuto said with a grin, and Tsukishima frowned at the unexpected use of his nickname. The other man, Kuroo, didn't say anything for a moment, eyeing Tsukishima up and down with a hungry look.

"You have great taste, Akaashi," Kuroo commented while looking straight into Kei's eyes, who did not know how to handle all the attention that was currently on him.

"I hope that it's not an issue for you, but we only come as a package deal," Akaashi said as he turned back to Tsukishima, trailing a hand down his side.

Kei contemplated his choices: either, he could accept and have the time of his life (at least he hoped he would), or he could decline and…what did he have to loose? Apart from his lack of experience in three- ,or foursomes, for that matter, there was no real reason to say no.

Tsukishima took his sweet time, studying each of them intently. Akaashi was the smallest, but not by much, his dark, hooded eyes making him look like a siren, irresistible and almost certainly leading him to his demise. Bokuto was tall and broad, with big, kind eyes and a permanent grin on his face. His hair was grey and spiky, and good god, had Tsukishima mentioned those muscles? Kuroo looked a bit like a combination of the two, with Bokuto's height and muscles, but Akaashi's eyes and hair. There was something freakishly feline about him, the way his lithe body moved to the rhythm of the beat.

"The more, the better, right?" Tsukishima finally said, immediately questioning how that sentence had made its way out of his mouth.

He didn't have much time to overthink it though, because Akaashi's lips suddenly were on his. Akaashi kissed exactly the way he looked, sweet and gentle at first, but there was something dark and hungry hidden beneath.

Shallow waters run deep, don't they?

The next person who kissed him was Bokuto, and it felt like being mauled by a wild animal. Just about everything about this man was big and his mouth and tongue were no exception. What he didn't have in finesse and technique he more than made up for in enthusiasm.

Kuroo was the last person to kiss him, and Tsukishima could melt on his tongue. Kuroo kissed him like he knew him, knew exactly how to move his tongue against Kei's to make him come apart. When they broke the kiss after what felt like hours, they were both flushed, arousal hanging heavy in the air around them.

"Can we take you home?" Akaashi finally asked, and when Tsukishima nodded, Akaashi smiled, Kuroo grinned and Bokuto was beaming with joy.

As soon as they got outside, the fresh air hit Tsukishima, reminding him of the alcohol in his system. He took a deep breath to regain his composure when he realized that he should probably let Yamaguchi know he was about to leave. He pulled out his phone, sending a quick message before tucking it away again.

Bokuto and Kuroo led them down the street where they had parked their car, Kuroo slipping into the driver's seat with Bokuto next to him, leaving Tsukishima and Akaashi in the backseat.

"Don't worry, I didn't drink," Kuroo reassured him, looking at Kei through the rearview mirror. The drive to their home was a bit awkward at first, since Tsukishima had literally met them mere minutes ago, so Akaashi took it upon himself to lighten the atmosphere.

"It's okay of you're nervous, you know," he said, stroking soft circles on Tsukishima's thigh.

"I'm not nervous," Tsukishima quickly retorted, cheeks heating up when he saw Kuroo's gaze flicker in his direction through the mirror.

"We don't bite," Kuroo grinned, "unless you want us to."

Tsukishima didn't know what to say to that, but the way his face went red said more than enough.

"I just haven't done something like this before," he admitted. It was clear from their behaviour that the same thing couldn't be said about the throuple, which, as Kei realized, only meant that they knew how to deal with the situation better than he did.

"Don't worry, Akaashi is a great teacher!" Bokuto suddenly piped up from the passenger seat, causing Kuroo to laugh and Tsukishima to blush even more.

"How about I give you your first lesson?" Akaashi said with smouldering eyes, leaning closer to Tsukishima. Akaashi caught his lips in a passionate kiss while slowly moving the hand on Kei's thigh closer to his crotch. Tsukishima squirmed, his already half-hard dick only growing harder at the touch.

"Fuck, that's hot," Bokuto commented, distracting Kuroo for a second who couldn't help but look at them in the rearview mirror and almost crashing the car in the process. He quickly managed to redirect the car into the right lane, unintentionally pushing Akaashi even closer to Tsukishima through the jerky movements of his erratic driving.

"Sorry, I got a bit distracted," Kuroo tried to play it off, speeding up to get them home as soon as possible.

Once they arrived in their driveway, Akaashi finally broke the kiss and Bokuto opened the door for Tsukishima, who exited the car on slightly shaky legs. His arousal was obvious by the tent in his pants, his glasses were askew and his lips were red and swollen. In short, he looked like sex on legs, which didn't go unnoticed by Kuroo and Bokuto, who were both beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Akaashi wasn't much better off than Tsukishima, his cheeks flushed and his lips puffy. Bokuto kept a hand on the small of Tsukishima's back as he guided him towards the door of their house, using all of his left-over restraint to not let it wander any lower and give his ass a squeeze.

Tsukishima was surprised by the size of the house, and it wouldn't be the last time this night that he would be surprised by the size of certain things. Kuroo opened the door and Bokuto led him inside.

"Welcome to our house," Bokuto said with a grin, waiting for Tsukishima to take off his coat so he could hang it up for him.

"Whoa, what a gentleman, Bo!" Kuroo commented, at which Bokuto blushed.

Tsukishima frowned. Was that not how they usually treated their guests?

"I call dibs on Tsukki!" Bokuto piped up.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Kuroo pouted. "He already gave me the fuck-me eyes in the car, and I couldn't even enjoy the show because I had to concentrate on driving!"

"You almost crashed the car, Kuroo," Akaashi chided him, "I don't think you were very focused on driving."

"Uhm, I'm still here?" Tsukishima reminded them with a scowl. It was kind of hot to have people fight over who would get to be with him first, but of course he would never give them the satisfaction of telling them that.

"Come on, Tsukki, I'll show you our bedroom," Bokuto said, wiggling his eyebrows and scooping him up, carrying him up the stairs bridal style. It was as if Tsukishima's weight was nothing to him. Clearly he works out a lot.

"Oi, wait for me!" Kuroo squawked, running up behind them.

Akaashi followed suit, but much calmer. He knew that he had caught Kei's attention, there was no need for him to compete for it, but it was always fun to watch Bokuto and Kuroo try to one-up each other. It was entertaining as much as it was annoying, but most importantly it was something that translated into the bedroom as well. Akaashi wasn't sure if Tsukishima was fully aware of what he had gotten himself into, but he was happy to find out and take the reins if necessary.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Bokuto gently set Tsukishima back down on his feet, taking his hand and leading him to their bedroom.

"Ready?" Bokuto asked before opening the door, almost like something was hiding behind it that Tsukishima had to brace himself for. Not knowing what was awaiting him, he nodded his head, and when Bokuto finally opened the door it became very obvious what Bokuto had meant.

The walls of the room were painted in a dark, luxurious blue, but it was the sheer amount of mirrors that immediately caught his eye. The shiny reflective surfaces provided a stark contrast against the dark colour of the room, and Kei tried to count them, but each time he looked around it was as if mirrors just kept appearing out of nowhere.

The most obvious one was a single, large mirror that stretched over the entirety of the left side of the room. There was one on the right side as well, although it didn't take up the entire wall. He found another large mirror above the equally large bed that stood in the middle of the room, and another one above its headboard, not dissimilar to the rearview mirror of a car.

Tsukishima shuddered at the thought, thinking back at Kuroo's heated looks in the car. Fuck, he was really going to be destroyed tonight. Bokuto stood silently behind him, observing his reaction and letting everything sink in.

"I hope that's not really your bedroom, where you sleep," was the first thing Tsukishima said after a while.

Bokuto laughed at the remark. "Don't worry, this is just for the other kind of sleeping," he said with a smirk, walking closer to Tsukishima until he stood right in front of him.

"I hope that's not too much for you to handle," he added, and Tsukishima gulped. He didn't know where it had come from, but there was something abut the other man that just felt intense, like he was a predator just waiting to pounce on his prey.

Before he could overthink it, Bokuto caught his lips in a passionate kiss, pulling him closer and letting his hands roam along his body. Bokuto gently manoeuvred them across the room until Tsukishima felt the edge of the bed press against his leg, carefully letting himself fall on it, pulling Bokuto down with him. They were so caught up in the kiss that Tsukishima didn't even notice when the others entered the room.

"Don't get started without me," Kuroo whined, but the audible excitement in his voice gave him away.

What Tsukishima didn't know was that Kuroo had been the reason for all the mirrors, and maybe for the loveseat opposite the bed as well, which he promptly sat down on. What could he say, he liked to watch.

Therefore, it was no surprise that the sight of Tsukishima and Bokuto heavily making out on the bed incredibly turned him on, his dick slowly stirring to life in his pants. Tsukishima felt the bed dip beneath him, and when he opened his eyes, Akaashi was staring down at him with a dark and hungry look.

"Not to be a killjoy, but I think we should have a talk before we continue," he said, ignoring the small huff that Bokuto let out as he pulled away. Even if it didn't feel like it, they didn't really know Tsukishima, and to make sure that everything would stay within a safe, sane and consensual space, this conversation was something that needed to happen.

Akaashi had no trouble imagining that it could be quite nerve-wracking to be alone with three strangers, even more so if all of them already know each other.

"Since we all know each other's likes and dislikes it's easier if you tell us yours and then we'll see what we can all agree on. Does that sound good for you?" he asked, trailing his finger along Kei's jaw.

"Uh, yes, I guess so," he muttered, cheeks heating up at the thought of revealing all of the stuff he was into to them.

"Let me make this a bit easier for you," Akaashi started, sensing Tsukishima's nervousness. "Kuroo only tops, Bokuto does too, most of the time, whereas I usually bottom and occasionally top. Where do you fit in?"

Somehow Akaashi had the unique ability to make the explanation sound like he was flirting, and the directness of it had Kei blushing.

"I don't mind either usually, but for now I would prefer if you take the lead," he answered, looking at all of them. It was not easy to stay cool and composed when he had three pairs of eyes focused on him, looking like they were going to eat him up any second.

"I don't mind most of the 'typical' stuff like blindfolds or restraints, and I kind of like the mirrors," Kei added, which earned him a grin from Kuroo.

"How do you feel about marking?" Bokuto asked, looking like an excited puppy.

"As long as it's somewhere where I can cover it up I don't mind, so anything below the neckline would be okay." Bokuto beamed at the virtual green light, and Kei had the sudden suspicion that his body would be covered in bruises and lovebites the next day. The thought made him more excited than he wanted to admit.

"Akaashi, is there something you want to ask Tsukki?" Kuroo asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, picking up on the nickname that Bokuto had chosen for Tsukishima.

"Not for now," Akaashi waved him off, weirdly avoidant. "But I do have an idea as for what we can do that I think you'll enjoy," he smiled, looking at Tsukishima.

"Let's stick to what we have agreed on for now, but if you change your mind or want to try something else just tell us. If anything that we do makes you uncomfortable at any point please let us know immediately, nobody is going to be upset about that," Akaashi said and it was clear that he was taking all of this very seriously.

That seemed to comfort Tsukishima, although it didn't help to ease his nerves. Luckily for him, that was quickly overshadowed by Akaashi leaning in to kiss him, gently biting down on Kei's lip, coaxing a moan out of him.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, hm?" Akaashi asked, toying with the hem of Tsukishima's shirt, who followed suit, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor.

Kuroo and Bokuto both let out a wolf-whistle at the sight.

"Damn, Tsukki, where did you get those abs?" Kuroo teased, obscenely licking his lips. It was kind of embarrassing to strip in front of three strangers, especially because all of them were still fully clothed, but Kei decided to try and not let that deter him. Judging by their reaction at least someone was enjoying the show, so he continued by unbuttoning his pants and standing up to take them off. Once that was done, the next logical step would be to take off his underpants, which really didn't hide anything anymore at this point, but it was the last piece of clothing that remained and he felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over him.

"Let me help you out of these," Kuroo generously offered, but not before pulling Tsukishima closer and kissing him. Out of everyone, he had spent the least time with Kuroo, but god was he a good kisser. Kei could melt on his tongue, letting big, slender hands roam along his body and toy with the hem of his underwear. He was so distracted that he didn't notice what Bokuto and Akaashi were doing, only hearing the faint noise of a drawer opening somewhere in the distance. It felt like his nerves were on fire, burning him with raw desire, his body reacting to every tiny movement of Kuroo's hands. Tsukishima didn't have half a mind left to care when Kuroo finally pulled his underpants down, toppling both of them down on the bed.

The friction of Kuroo's jeans against the raw skin of his dick made him gasp, arching his back off the bed.

"Ngh~" Kei whined at the sensation, using all that was left of his self-restraint to keep himself from rutting up against Kuroo's thigh like a desperate teenager. As if that wasn't enough, he felt someone join him at his side, gently kissing along the long line of his neck up to his ear.

"Stretch your hands up over your head for me," Akaashi whispered and Tsukishima obeyed, when he heard a not unfamiliar clicking sound.

Handcuffs.

The thought excited him even more, and before he knew it he was cuffed to the headboard, soft plush cushioning his wrists from the hard metal.

"Can I put this on you?" Akaashi asked, and Kei had to break the kiss to see what he was referring to. The object in question turned out to be a blindfold, and Tsukishima didn't manage to do more than nod his head. Akaashi gently took off his glasses, setting them down on the nightstand.

He briefly looked around the room before everything went dark and he was left at the mercy of the other men. Even though he enjoyed looking at all of them, the thrill of not knowing what would happen next was exciting, sending shivers down his spine.

Before Tsukishima had even properly adjusted to the loss of one of his senses he felt hands, and mouths move all over his body. Someone left open mouthed kisses along his neck, presumably Akaashi, trailing a hand along Kei's throat, someone else wasted no time and started playing with his nipples, while the last person made themselves busy with gently sucking hickeys on the inside of his thighs, moving dangerously close to his flushed dick.

One big advantage of Akaashi, Bokuto and Kuroo being together was that they could communicate without relying on words, keeping Tsukishima in the dark for whatever they had planned next.

They kept going like that, teasing him everywhere but never really giving him the satisfaction of really doing anything to get him off. It had Kei squirming between them, begging them to have their way with him without restraints.

For a while, he didn't hear anything except for the sounds of their mouths against his skin when they abruptly stopped working on him, silently moving around on the bed.

He listened to the rustle of clothes being shed, indicating to him that he wasn't the only one naked anymore which calmed him down a bit.

That didn't last long however, when he suddenly heard the unmistakable popping sound of a bottle of lube being opened. The sound got him excited, his dick twitching like a Pavlovian response. They left him in the dark for a bit, feet shuffling around the wooden floor but not returning to the bed.

Kei assumed they were touching each other, hopefully they wouldn't forget about him. His worries were soon alleviated when he felt someone climb on the bed, settling at his side. Someone else had taken place between his spread legs, but without being able to see it was really hard to tell who was where. He wasn't even sure how many people were on the bed, one of them could just as easily sit on the loveseats and watch them. His question was soon answered when the mouth that had been sucking on his neck before returned and someone started sucking his dick, properly this time.

"Mmh~" Tsukishima moaned at the sudden stimulation when he felt it. There were two people working on his dick, both of their tongues trailing along its underside until they reached the tip. It felt like heaven, their tongues circling his cock head, when he felt their mouths close around it.

Fuck.

Were they making out while sucking him off?

"They're hot together, aren't they?" Akaashi whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but imagine what Bokuto and Kuroo looked like, kissing each other with their large tongues while his dick was stuck in-between. He wanted to see them so bad, but hearing Akaashi in his ear, describing to him what they looked like and how hot they were was a whole new level of dirty talk Kei hadn't even known existed. For a brief moment he wondered if Akaashi would be able to make him cum using nothing but his words and Kei let out a visceral moan at the idea.

"Fuck, I- Ah!" His brain was unable to bring any words out of his mouth, drowning in a sea of endorphins. Tsukishima arched his back off the bed, his body instinctively trying to chase the pleasure while his mind was going into overdrive.

"Tell me, Kei, do you want to see them?" Akaashi purred, and Kei keened.

"Yes, please!" He couldn't even care about how eager he sounded, he was getting more desperate by the minute.

He felt Akaashi's fingers brush against his cheek before lifting the blindfold, his eyes squinting at the sudden influx of light. Once they adjusted to the brightness he looked down, and what he saw was even hotter than he had imagined. As much as he could make out without his glasses, Bokuto and Kuroo were indeed making out around his dick, while somehow grinning up at him at the same time. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen, or so he thought when he caught it. Bokuto's arm was stretched out, fingering Akaashi open. Talk about multitasking.

Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to watch for longer when Akaashi let go of the blindfold, letting it snap back down over his eyes.

"Ngh!" Kei whined, the metal of the handcuffs clanking against the headboard as he tried to move his arms.

"Don't get impatient," Akaashi tutted, shutting him up with a kiss.

They really had it out for him, and Kei wasn't sure if he could last much longer.

"Aah~ please, I'm close," he moaned, but instead of stopping their ministrations they just kept going, eager to push him over the edge.

"Then don't hold back," Akaashi whispered in his ear, pinching his nipples and when someone deep throated his cock, Kei's orgasm ripped through him.

He came with a cry, his back arching off the bed, his bound hands pulling on his restraints.

"That was hot," he heard, and saw, Kuroo say, now that Akaashi fully removed the blindfold from his head.

"Do you want to touch us?" Akaashi asked, teasingly trailing a hand down his side.

"Yes!" Kei didn't even care about how needy he sounded, his orgasm-addled brain seeking their warmth and comfort. He only distantly registered Kuroo and Bokuto's coos.

Akaashi unlocked the handcuffs with a click and Tsukishima's arms surged forward, blindly reaching out to grab at the first thing he could reach, which just so happened to be one of Kuroo's arms. Kei tugged him closer, crashing their lips together, letting his now free hands explore the other's body without shame. He whined when the other pulled away, far too soon for his liking, when he realized what the plan was.

"Can I prep you?" Kuroo asked, already squirting lube in his hand. Tsukishima nodded, instinctively spreading his legs even further to make space. That was not what Kuroo wanted though. "Turn around for me," he commanded, watching as Kei shakily manoeuvred himself so he was kneeling on all fours.

Through the mirror over the headboard he could see Kuroo behind him, looking straight in his eyes. Kei shivered, diverting his gaze from Kuroo to look at Akaashi and Bokuto next to him. His eyes met Akaashi's, who was rocking forward with each thrust of Bokuto's hips, chest flush against the mattress.

Distracted, he barely noticed when Kuroo's finger nudged at his hole, slipping in without much resistance. Kei didn't know where to look, what, or who, to focus on, when Kuroo made the decision for him.

"Look at me," he ordered, leaning forward and planting soft kisses along Kei's spine as he fingered him open, never breaking eye contact. Kei relished in the attention, even though he found it to be quite nerve-wracking to have someone stare at him with dark, hungry eyes.

"Aah~!" Akaashi moaned next to him, and in a moment of weakness Tsukishima couldn't help but look, desperate to find out what Bokuto had done to incite this kind of a response. He didn't get a proper chance though when Kuroo tugged on his hair, yanking his head back.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your attention on me? Or am I not doing good enough of a job that you're getting bored?" Kuroo purred in his ear.

"No, I'm sorry, I just wanted to see —" Tsukishima didn't even get to finish his sentence, rudely interrupted by Kuroo's teeth on his neck. He bit down, hard enough to cause pain but not hard enough to actually hurt, forcing a moan out of Kei.

"Fuck, I, ah!"

"If you want to watch them so badly, why don't we go over there," Kuroo suggested, gesturing to the loveseat, "and you can watch them as much as you like while I fuck you. How does that sound?"

Tsukishima was just about to respond when his knees buckled, falling face-forward on the bed. Kuroo's fingers had just found that sensitive spot, mercilessly pushing down on it, reducing Kei to a moaning mess.

"You're gonna have to use your words if you want something," Kuroo chuckled darkly, grinning at him through the mirror. In any other situation, Tsukishima would have shot him a dirty look, but he couldn't bring himself to do so right now. He did want to watch, and the only logical solution his brain could come up with was to beg Kuroo for it.

"Please, I want to watch them while you fuck me, I need it, please!" he begged, the words sounding foreign to his own ears.

"Holy shit, Kuroo, what did you do to him?" Bokuto laughed and Kei froze, suddenly realizing that they must have heard him too.

"Don't be mean," Akaashi reminded both of them, but it came out weak, the authoritative and deep tone from earlier gone, replaced with a breathless whisper.

"I'm trying, but I think he likes it," Kuroo shrugged, leaning down to thumb at the tip of Kei's dick, dragging his finger over the slit and collecting drops of precum. He held the digit out to Akaashi, letting him have a taste.

If Kei wasn't fully hard before, he definitely was now. The way Akaashi licked and sucked on Kuroo's finger was nothing short of obscene, and his mind couldn't help but wonder how Akaashi would look sucking his dick instead. Tsukishima blushed at the thought, which didn't go unnoticed by the others.

"What are you thinking about, Tsukki?" Bokuto asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"I think he's imagining what those lips would look like around his dick, Bo. Isn't that right, Tsukki?" Kuroo teased, and Tsukishima whined because he knew that Kuroo had seen right through him.

"Why don't you give him a show?" he asked Akaashi, pulling out the hand he had used to prep Tsukishima and getting off the bed. "Come with me," he ordered Tsukishima who promptly followed him to the loveseat, picking up his glasses from the nightstand so he could actually see.

Now that he wasn't on the bed anymore, the room seemed even bigger, mirrors showing every possible angle, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Kuroo was waiting for him on the small sofa, legs spread and his erection standing flush against his stomach.

"Come here," he beckoned, pulling Kei down on his lap, chest to back, his long legs hooked over Kuroo's, whose cock nudged at his lubed up and waiting hole.

"Lift your hips," Kuroo instructed, helping the blonde keep his balance. He grabbed his dick with his free hand, keeping it in place as Kei slowly sank down on it. Kuroo let him go at his own pace, resisting the urge to buck his hips upward and take over.

Tsukishima tried to relax as he took Kuroo deeper and deeper, which was made easy by the distraction Bokuto and Akaashi provided on the bed. Bokuto laid on his back and Akaashi was on top of him, sucking his dick while looking straight at Kei, and a look at the mirrors revealed that Bokuto was doing the same to Akaashi. If Kuroo's cock was big, then Bokuto's was monstrous, almost impossibly large. It looked like something straight out of a porno, made even more obscene by the way Akaashi sucked on it, almost taking it all the way down.

Kei gulped, almost forgetting about Kuroo behind him when he sneaked an arm around his waist, pushing him further down.

"Like what you see?" It was more of a rhetorical question, Kuroo could see his face through the mirrors plastered all over the room, using Kei's distraction to pull him down on his lap, taking all of his dick.

"Ah, fuck!" Kei writhed, surprised by the sudden action, feeling every inch of Kuroo inside of him. It felt so good to finally be filled and it was only made better by Kuroo's hips grinding up against him, falling into a slow, painfully teasing rhythm.

When he looked at Akaashi again he let go of Bokuto's dick with a lewd pop, climbing forwards on all fours and hovering above if for the fraction of a second before sitting down on it in one go. He let out a visceral moan, back arched, head thrown back with his eyes shut.

Tsukishima's cheeks flushed at Akaashi's unashamed display of pleasure. It didn't even seem like Akaashi was doing it on purpose, his body simply reacting to the sensation of being stuffed with Bokuto's gigantic cock.

"He's hot, right?" Kuroo purred in Kei's ear, feeling his walls clench around his dick. "Why don't you go over and give him a kiss?" It almost sounded like an innocent suggestion, almost.

Kei shifted his body forward, planting his feet on the ground and pulling himself off of Kuroo, stalking over to the bed and crawling on it until he reached Akaashi, who was busy bouncing on Bokuto's boner.

Akaashi took the lead again, pausing his movements to grab the back of Tsukishima's neck to pull him in for a kiss when Kei suddenly flew forward, his lips crashing against Akaashi's.

"Mmpf!"

Kuroo, the bastard, had climbed on the bed behind Tsukishima, thrusting back inside the very moment Kei had leaned forward. Kei was about to complain, but he didn't get a chance, Akaashi's hand on his neck keeping him in place.

While letting himself be manhandled between them he couldn't help but wonder how they all had such incredible stamina, not one of them having cum so far. That question was soon found to be redundant when he felt Akaashi's hand reach for his own, guiding it down to his dick. It didn't take much more for Akaashi, crying out as cum splattered all over his stomach.

"Wanna switch?" Akaashi asked him with a lopsided smile and Tsukishima wondered if he was dealing with an incubus.

"Okay," Kei replied breathless, like Akaashi had sucked all the air out of his lungs. Kuroo gently pulled away, leaving Kei's hole to flutter around nothing as he shuffled around on the bed. Akaashi immediately took his place and Kuroo wasted no time plunging back in his already loose hole. Tsukishima, on the other hand, was much more apprehensive, given the sheer size of Bokuto's cock.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Bokuto reassured him, getting up on his knees and gesturing for Tsukishima to kneel down in front of him so he was once again face to face with Akaashi. Kei only nodded, bracing himself for being split in half.

"Relax, it's gonna hurt if you're all tense, Tsukki," Bokuto reminded him while rubbing circles on his back with his hands and Kei really couldn't help but roll his eyes, cheeks heating up when he heard Kuroo laugh at his reaction. For a moment he had forgotten that someone was watching him at all times, no move going unnoticed.

" 'm not nervous," he tried to redeem himself, but his body told a different story.

"I promise I'll go really slow, tell me if it hurts or if it's too much, okay?" Bokuto asked earnestly, only pushing in the tip of his cock after Tsukishima nodded in confirmation. Even though it was just the tip, Tsukishima could already feel the difference. It stretched the tight ring of muscles even further and it burned, not helped at all by the agonizingly slow pace Bokuto was going at.

"Please, go faster," Tsukishima whined, rutting his hips back but not getting very far with it when Bokuto grabbed his hips, keeping him in place.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to hurt you," Bokuto asked with worry.

"I swear to god, if you don't fuck me properly I'll walk out!" Tsukishima burst out, faintly aware of Akaashi and Kuroo snickering in front of him.

"I think he wants you to fuck him, Bo," Kuroo chuckled, looking at Kei's debauched state.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it," Bokuto relented. "Ready?"

With one swift thrust he pushed all of his length inside Kei, to whom it felt like an eternity until Bokuto finally bottomed out.

Seriously, how long can a dick be?!

It felt like the air had been pushed out of his lungs and the stretch burned, but it was soon alleviated when Bokuto started moving, brushing against his prostate with every thrust. He could feel his dick twitch, bobbing heavily between his legs. One particularly hard thrusts sent him reeling forward, and Akaashi used the opportunity to catch him in another kiss. It was hot and needy, both of them moaning into each other's mouth.

"Fuck, Bo, do you see that?" Kuroo commented, looking down at them.

"Oh god," Bokuto groaned, gripping Kei's hips even tighter, driving into him with long, drawn out strokes.

"Aah, Akaashi!" Kuroo suddenly cried out, hunching over and bucking his hips. Akaashi only grinned, unclenching his hole when he felt the spurts of Kuroo's cum deep inside of him, softly sighing into Kei's mouth.

Kei didn't get to enjoy making out with Akaashi for much longer when Bokuto suddenly pulled him up so he was flush against his chest. This way, the angle was so much deeper and looking down, Kei could see the slight outline of Bokuto's cock against his stomach.

"Fuck," he whispered, astonished by the sight. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Akaashi crawl closer, who looked up at him with a devilish smirk before wrapping his lips around his dick. Kei keened, sandwiched between them, and Akaashi's mouth felt sinful around him, taking him down all the way as if he was born for it. Unfortunately, he didn't get to watch him any longer when Kuroo caught his lips in a heated kiss, letting his large hands roam all over his chest.

"Ngh~!" was all he manged to get out, his orgasm approaching with the speed of light. Bokuto's cock dragging against his walls, pushing against his prostate, Akaashi's mouth on his dick and Kuroo's hands playing with his nipples soon became to much. Kei didn't even have the mind to warn them, his body shaking violently as he came, his brain instantly reduced to a pile of mush and endorphins.

He only distantly registered Bokuto cumming inside of him, slumping back on the bed as soon as he pulled out. Kei couldn't bring himself to care about the cum dripping out of him, all he wanted to do right now was to bathe in this sea of happiness with three warm bodies cuddled against him.

"Wow, that was…I don't even know what to say," Bokuto muttered, pulling Tsukishima in for a big hug from behind. Akaashi and Kuroo joined them, lying down facing Kei, and for a moment they all basked in the silence, nothing but the soft sounds of their breaths filling the room. It felt oddly familiar to Tsukishima, like he wasn't in bed with three strangers but three lovers instead, and he tried to push away the tiny voice in his brain that told him this wouldn't last forever, choosing to enjoy their time together for as long as it would last.

They stayed like this for a while, all coming down from their post-orgasmic highs, when Tsukishima's bladder piped up. He slowly sat up, mourning the loss of warmth from their bodies. Seriously, Bokuto felt like a living radiator.

"Where's your toilet?" he asked, wincing when he was reminded of Bokuto's cum drying up inside of him.

"Why don't you show him, Akaashi?" Kuroo smirked, looking at Akaashi whose face quickly grew beet-red.

Kei didn't understand what was happening.

Was there something freaky about their toilet as well? It wouldn't be a far reach to assume so, after all they did have a room decked out with mirrors designed for nothing but kinky sex.

"Let's go," Akaashi stood up, grabbing his hand and leading him out the door, leaving Kuroo and Bokuto behind. Akaashi led him through a long hallway until he stopped in front of a door, opening it for Kei to step inside.

It was brightly lit, cream coloured tiles covering the floor and walls, and most of the space was taken up by a giant shower with glass walls, clearly designed to fit three people or more. Kei thought that it could probably fit five people without problems. The most noticeable thing about the room however, was the fact that there was no toilet.

"Uhm…" Kei started, unsure of what to say. Was he supposed to pee in the shower?

"I guess you're wondering where the toilet is?" Akaashi asked, his cheeks blushing. "You see, maybe I should have told you about this earlier, but I —"

"He likes getting peed on," Kuroo finished the sentence for him as he appeared in the doorframe with Bokuto in tow.

Tsukishima didn't know what to say to that. He instinctively wrinkled his nose at the thought, unsure what to make of it.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Akaashi quickly stepped in, giving him a chance to say no.

Tsukishima took a moment to consider. He wasn't a fan of the idea, but then again he figured that pissing on someone wouldn't be too different from actually using the toilet. And if that's what Akaashi was into, then doing him a favour was probably the least he could do, right?

"If you're not sure you can just watch and see how you feel about it?" Akaashi offered, sensing his hesitation, looking at the shower seat on the short side of the wall.

While he considered his answer, Kuroo entered the shower, turning on the water, waiting for it to heat up.

"I guess I'd be alright with that," Kei eventually answered, and the way Akaashi beamed was almost adorable, until Kei remembered what he had just agreed on. He took off his glasses, setting them down on a cupboard.

They all entered the steamy shower, Kei sitting down on the small bench while Bokuto and Kuroo each stood under a shower-head with Akaashi in the middle. Kei couldn't decide whether they booth looked better with their hair gelled and up or wet and down, but it was irrelevant because they were both hot either way.

He couldn't hear, or see for that matter, what exactly Bokuto and Kuroo were telling Akaashi, their voices muffled by the spray of the shower, but he didn't really need to when he saw Akaashi sink down to his knees. He was in the middle of the room with one man on either side, looking straight at Kei.

Tsukishima didn't even notice it at first, but both were already peeing, the slightly yellow liquid running down Akaashi's body.

"Mmh~" Akaashi moaned, his head tilted back with closed eyes, his dick twitching against his thigh.

Kei couldn't deny that it was weird, but then again, he was a willing participant in this as well, so maybe it wasn't that weird after all?

Watching Akaashi's arousal grow definitely wasn't, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in his chest that he wasn't the one actively contributing to it. His body reacted before his mind did, walking over to Akaashi until he stood right in front of him.

Akaashi looked up at him with a hopeful look when Kei realized that he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

"You can let go," Akaashi purred, and the words seemed to straight to Kei's bladder, which reminded him once again that it was full.

Tsukishima hesitantly took hold of his flaccid dick, angling it down so it was aimed at Akaashi's chest. He tried to, well, pee, but he found it to be a bit difficult with three pairs of eyes focused on him.

"Can you not stare at me?"

"Right, sorry," Bokuto apologized.

"Yeah ignore us, we're not even here," Kuroo joked, earning himself another eye-roll.

It was much easier to let go when their attention wasn't focused on him, although Akaashi was apparently of the opinion that the request didn't extend to him.

"You too, look down," Kei commanded and it came out harsher than he had intended, but it seemed that Akaashi didn't mind, immediately obeying the order.

Tsukishima tried to relax, now that all the attention was gone, the first drops of pee trickling out of his dick. It soon turned into a steady stream, running down the front of Akaashi's body who moaned shamelessly at the sensation, still keeping his head low.

"You like that, letting me piss all over you?" Kei asked, and Kuroo and Bokuto shot each other a surprised look, not having seen this side of him before.

"Yes, please, I love it!" Akaashi gasped, his dick growing harder at the degradation.

"Good, then look at me," he demanded, and Akaashi raised his head to meet his eyes. Tsukishima slowly lifted the hand that was still holding his dick until he was just inches away from peeing straight on Akaashi's face.

This time it was Akaashi's turn to surprise him by opening his mouth, inviting Kei to use him to the full extent. He immediately understood, angling his dick even higher and watching as Akaashi swallowed his golden liquid.

"You're just a human toilet, aren't you?" Tsukishima commented and Akaashi took a deep breath, his dick twitching with excitement.

When the stream finally stopped, Akaashi got up from his knees, already leaning in to kiss Kei, who backed away with a disgusted face.

"I'm sorry, but I am not kissing you right now," he wrinkled his nose and Akaashi blushed, mumbling a hushed apology and instead joining Bokuto under the water.

Tsukishima then joined Kuroo, who rubbed soap all over his body, washing Bokuto's dried cum off of him. They watched as Bokuto got Akaashi off and cleaned him after, making sure that every inch of his skin was taken care of.

When they all exited the shower, Kuroo handed him a towel and Akaashi grabbed a bottle of antibacterial mouthwash, rinsing his mouth.

"Will you kiss me now?" he shyly asked Tsukishima, who wasted no time with answering, pulling Akaashi in for a sweet, gentle kiss, reassuring him.

I didn't know you had a mean side, Tsukki," Bokuto piped up, but Kei simply ignored him.

"Do you want to spend the night?" Akaashi broke the kiss, looking at Kei with hopeful eyes.

"Yes," Tsukishima answered without hesitation.