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The summer night air is warm and oppressive on Tooru’s skin as he walks back to Argentina’s building, but high as he is off of his earlier victory he hardly notices it. Self-assurance hums through his veins, accompanied by an even greater hunger for more. He isn’t done winning, yet. This is just the first round.
His peaceful walk is interrupted by a vibrating in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, Tooru sees that he has a new text from Shouyou. While this itself is not unusual – his friend is quite chatty – the message that he reads gives him a brief pause.
Hinata Shouyou (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b
hi tooru-san! are you busy rn
Everyone at the Olympics, in one way or another, has access to everyone else’s schedules. This is especially true if you’re playing the same sport. On top of that, it was nine o’clock at night and Shouyou knew better than to overwork himself by practicing right now. He decides that the other man was just being polite on the off-chance that Tooru was with company. He shoots a message back.
Me
Hey Shou-chan! No, I'm walking back to my room now, what’s up? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
The reply comes quickly.
Hinata Shouyou (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b
could you stop by my room first? i have something to give you. room 910.
Okay, that is definitely a little odd. If Tooru didn’t know better, he would say it’s a proposition. It’s not much of a secret within Japan’s national volleyball team – and by extension, those who are close to people on the team – that Shouyou and Tobio have an open relationship. Hell, news had even reached his ears that the Miya guy had gotten lucky enough to become their fuck buddy. Largely because the guy wouldn’t stop bragging about it and Hajime got so fed up about it he complained to Tooru on call. But it’s not likely Tooru would ever be extended that invitation.
Right?
Another text comes in.
Hinata Shouyou (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b
the door is unlocked btw, so you can just come right in. tobio is sleeping. (￣ρ￣)..zzZZ
Not a threesome invitation, then. Tooru ignores the faint twinge of disappointment, instead focusing on what exactly Shouyou could be giving him. He hesitantly sends his response.
Me
Haha okay, be there in 5. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌
Shutting his phone off and placing it back in his pocket, Tooru makes a turn towards where Team Japan is staying. It’s not far, only a few blocks down from Argentina’s building. As he approaches, he can’t help but feel like he’s entering enemy territory. It’s a bit ridiculous considering that Japan is his home country, but if all goes well for Japan tomorrow afternoon he will be seeing them on the other side of the net.
As Tooru enters through the sliding glass doors, he catches sight of two of the last people he’s interested in seeing outside of a match: Ushijima and who he is pretty sure is Miya. They appear to be waiting for the elevator together, engaging in casual conversation. He’s considering taking the stairs when Miya catches sight of him.
“Hey, arent’cha that guy half the team loves to talk about? Oikawa?” He looks him up and down, as if sizing him up. Tooru instinctively bristles.
Ushijima greets him, as blank-faced as ever. “Hello, Oikawa. What brings you here?”
Miya butts in. This seems to be customary for him. “Yeah, aren’t the Argentine dorms a few blocks down?”
Tooru finds himself at a bit of a loss as to who he wants to address less. When Ushijima shoots Miya a look that borders on reproachful, he decides his old enemy will be the easiest option.
“Ushiwaka-chan. Well-”
The ding of the opening elevator doors saves him momentarily from answering. The three of them dutifully file in, Ushijima pressing the 9 button on the panel. Of course they’re all going to the same floor. He sighs. Miya doesn’t say anything this time, but shoots him another curious, bordering on suspicious look.
“Hinata says he has something for me, so I’m just dropping by to get it,” he explains. He doesn’t want any weird rumors flying around.
The two men exchange a glance that he frustratingly can’t read.
“What does Shouyou-kun have for you?” Miya asks, failing at a casual tone.
Trepidation building within him, he shrugs and says in a much more casual tone than Miya, “He didn’t say.”
Another glance is exchanged. This one seems… knowing? What could they possibly know?
The elevator doors open at their stop before Tooru can decide whether or not to ask. The other two exit first and head off to the left. Miya calls back, “Have fun, ya bastard.”
Ushijima tacks on, “Be safe, Oikawa.”
They’re definitely assuming things that just aren’t true. Tobio is asleep in Shouyou’s room. It couldn’t have been a proposition, regardless of what those guys seem to think.
Right??
With nothing left to do, he heads to the left. Room 910, room 910, room 910. Tooru repeats this in his head until he’s standing right in front of the door. He double-checks, triple-checks the room number and takes a deep, calming breath. What the hell is he so nervous for? Damn those guys for psyching him out, this is a very casual, very quick meetup with his friend who is probably just giving him milk bread or something. He opens the door.
What greets him first is darkness. Then, a wet sound he can’t quite place but instinctually has his heart speeding up. As his eyes adjust, he begins to process what exactly is happening:
Tobio is, in fact, asleep.
It was a proposition. One that a normal person would only truly realize in hindsight, but there nonetheless.
Back to number one. Tobio is asleep. He’s laying on his side, the light from the hallway filtering in illuminating his peaceful face. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even, his lips parted. Unrelated to this first conclusion but very important to Tooru, he isn’t wearing anything.
Behind him is how he reached conclusion number two. Shouyou, undressed from the waist down, and fucking his cock in between Tobio’s thighs. Shouyou addresses him then, speaking quietly. “Hi, Tooru-san. If you’re going to come in, could you close the door behind you please?”
His smile is sheepish and does not at all match the way his hips are still moving slowly, his speech punctuated by little breaths. Tooru’s blood doesn’t seem to know which direction to rush in.
Dumbly, Tooru steps in and closes the door, shrouding the room in its former darkness. Shouyou pauses his ministrations.
“I’m sorry for springing this on you, I’m sure you’re probably wondering what’s going on.” The smile is still on his face, but it looks more nervous than anything now, as if he’s expecting Tooru to bolt.
That would be a reasonable reaction, but instead Tooru goes with, “Ummm. Does Tobio… know you do this?” Which isn’t giving himself much of an out of whatever is happening. Does he even want one?
Shouyou’s eyes widen. “Of course he does!” His voice is a bit loud considering that he is right next to his sleeping boyfriend. He seems to realize this, and lowers his voice as he continues, “I would never do anything like this,” he vaguely gestures with one hand, “without his permission. It’s called somnophilia, if you were wondering. And he asks me to! I swear.”
Well, that’s a relief. “And does he know that you invited me here? To, um, what exactly did you invite me for?”
The other man takes a breath and lets it out. “The answer to the first question is technically no. But! As you might have heard, sometimes we invite other people to have sex with us. Not like this, typically. But Tobio,” Shouyou looks down at his partner fondly and strokes his bangs away from his face, “has told me who he would be potentially interested in. He lets me take the initiative with asking.”
Heat rises to Tooru’s face as he takes a moment to process this. This is both feeding his ego like crazy and bringing long-repressed feelings to the surface. “So I’m on this list?”
The smile on Shouyou’s face turns a bit wicked. “Tooru-san, you’re at the very top. You’re only just now being asked because you haven’t been back to Japan since we started dating. And you’re on my list, too, for the record.”
An inappropriate surge of triumph rises within him. Take that, Miya Atsumu!
“Are you interested, then?” Shouyou probes. He doesn’t seem worried anymore, so he must know his answer already. What else would he even say at this point, anyway? This is what the Olympics is really famous for.
“Yeah, I am,” he responds. His dick twitches in his shorts as he looks at Tobio and Shouyou together in bed. “What’s my role here?”
“I want you to take my place. Fuck him while he sleeps.”
Tooru is half-hard, now. “Will he wake up?” He quietly hopes that he does, if only to see the look on his face when he realizes who exactly is behind him.
Shouyou laughs a bit as he carefully gets up from the bed. Tooru can’t quite help the way his gaze trails down the other man’s body. If he looks hard, he can see faint freckles scattered all over. “If you put it in or make him cum, definitely. Idiot-yama isn’t that deep of a sleeper.”
“Where will you be?” The bed is only a twin, after all.
“I’ll be watching!” Shouyou grabs his boxers off of the floor and goes to pull them on. “Unless you had something else in mind? The bed is pretty small, and I really just want to see you two for now.”
“I could help you out a little first,” Tooru suggests. “Tobio looks pretty asleep, and you did say that I’m on your ‘list.’”
Shouyou ponders this for a moment. “I mean, if you’d like, I definitely wouldn’t say no to you sucking me off. Just for a bit though, I don’t plan on finishing on you tonight.” Tooru glows inside at the indirect promise for future meetups. Shouyou takes a seat in the chair across from the bed, the boxers discarded once more.
In lieu of an answer, Tooru walks over to where he’s seated and drops to his knees, carefully. He still needs to be in shape for his upcoming matches. “Try to be quiet, okay Shou-kun? We wouldn’t want to wake the main event.” With a playful wink, he takes the tip of Shouyou’s cock into his mouth and laves his tongue along the slit, tasting salt. Shouyou groans quietly, weaving his fingers through the back of Tooru’s hair.
He takes his time giving that first inch all of his attention before moving up to the shaft, reaching his right hand to cup Shouyou’s balls as he does so. Any concerns that this may be the wrong move vanish when Shouyou jerks his hips forward, lightly grazing the back of Tooru’s throat. He waves off the quick apology he receives for the action, swallowing precum and the urge to cough.
Looking up to meet Shouyou’s eyes, he slowly takes more of him in while gently massaging his balls. The man mutters something under his breath, which Tooru can only assume is a curse in Portuguese given the tone and his own lack of understanding.
Taking the invitation for what it is, Shouyou begins to fuck his throat, holding Tooru’s head in place as he does so. Tooru has to press his free hand to his own dick, now painfully straining against his shorts. He can feel tears building up in the corners of his eyes. Shouyou is bigger than one might expect, and has an impressive girth that stretches his lips wide as he repeatedly takes him in.
When Shouyou’s thrusts become erratic, Tooru firmly taps his thigh, signaling for him to stop. He does, albeit reluctantly and with a pout that for a brief moment reminds him of the man fast asleep behind him.
“You’re the one who said you didn’t want to cum on me tonight, Shou-kun,” he reminds him. Tooru’s voice is scratchy and raw.
“Ugh, I did say that. But you’re incredible as always, Tooru-san.” There’s a glimmer in his eyes that isn’t unlike what he saw on that beach in Rio years ago.
“Mm, thank you, I know And just Tooru is fine.” He presses a kiss to Shouyou’s thigh. “But we shouldn’t forget the reason you invited me here in the first place.”
Clarity re-enters Shouyou’s eyes as he looks over at Tobio. “You’re right. We shouldn’t keep Tobio waiting any longer. You ready?”
Tooru’s mind and reasoning aside, his dick is screaming at him to do something, anything. “Yeah, I’m all set.”
Shouyou smirks a little, looking down at the tent in his shorts. “Well, go on. Oh! There’s lube on the bedside table if you want it, though you might not need it”
He acquiesces and walks over to the bed, grabbing the lubricant just in case. As he climbs in and takes his shorts off, he’s struck with a sudden bout of butterflies in his stomach as he remembers who exactly he’s about to do this with. Kageyama. Tobio-chan. His annoying little kouhai. His greatest rival. He’s asleep and waiting for him, he wants him. He almost laughs at the absurdity of it all. Shouyou is one thing, but Tobio is a whole other can of worms.
Nonetheless, he cuddles up behind him, looking at Shouyou for guidance.
“Do what you want, Tooru. Just try not to wake him up until you take out the plug. You’re wanting to go inside, right?”
Looking down, Tooru notices the plug tucked into Tobio’s hole for the first time. It’s a plain, smooth black. He understands now why Shouyou said that he might not need lube. He looks back up to answer the question, feeling a little breathless. “Yes, please.”
Shouyou laughs quietly. “You don’t need my permission. Just let me know when you’re about to do it.”
He nods and turns his attention back to Tobio. Carefully, he runs a hand up his body, feeling soft, warm skin and firm muscle. He leans in and presses his lips to his shoulder, his back, his neck. Then he slides his hand down, down, until it circles Tobio’s cock, gone soft. He’s going to change that.
Tooru teasingly pumps it a few times, feeling the dry friction. Tobio squirms a little in his sleep, likely in discomfort. Letting out an inaudible puff of laughter, Tooru reaches behind him to grab the lube, coating the other man’s dick with it. His next pumps are smooth, and quickly he can feel Tobio filling out in his hand.
Tobio’s breaths are getting heavier now, his legs unconsciously spreading in invitation as precum leaks out of him. His body is getting warmer, and when Tooru leans forward to lick the shell of his ear, a shudder runs through him. Tobio is no longer in a deep sleep; he will be waking up soon, one way or another.
Pausing his ministrations with a fond grab at Tobio’s backside, Tooru looks at Shouyou. The man gazes back through heavy lids, fingers clenched around the seat in an effort to keep from touching his weeping dick. Tooru would feel sorry for him if he didn’t know that he was practicing such impressive restraint out of his own free will.
“I was going to say that Tobio seems ready, but you do as well, Shouyou.” He smirks. “Best not to delay this any longer.” As he reaches down to pull the plug out of Tobio, he swears he can hear Shouyou take in a deep breath in anticipation.
He takes it out and places it off to the side. In front of him, Tobio shifts, and it’s different from any movement he’s done tonight.
“Hmn, Shouyou?” Tobio questions, rubbing his eyes.
“Not quite, Tobio-chan.”
Tobio freezes, taking his hands away from his eyes. It’s only then that he seems to register Shouyou across the room. “Shouyou- what- Oikawa-san?” He turns to face Tooru. Disbelief is evident across his face, but he can also see excitement slowly blossoming.
“Your boyfriend was kind enough to put this together for us. Isn’t he so sweet?” Shouyou looks pleased with himself, leaning back in the chair.
“And you said yes?” Tobio reaches toward him as if to check that he’s real, but hesitates before he touches him.
Tooru gently grabs the outstretched hand with his own. “Well, he didn’t exactly tell me what I was signing up for until I already had a foot literally in the door,” he nods his head towards the entrance to the hotel room, “but yes, I agreed. And I’m here right now, aren’t I? Surely you’ve put the pieces together that I was touching you while you slept.” He gestures again, but this time towards Tobio’s dick, which is still mostly hard. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Sensing that Tobio does not, in fact, mind, Tooru leans farther into Tobio’s space. “Now would you like me to finish what I started?”
Tobio closes the gap between them and kisses him, hard. Recovering quickly from his momentary surprise, Tooru kisses him back, parting his lips to invite a more sensual meeting. They have time. Tobio acquiesces, brushing his tongue against Tooru’s bottom lip. He lets him in with a quiet moan, reveling in the feeling of their tongues brushing together. Tobio’s fingers run up his back like a prayer.
It’s not that Tooru has never made out with someone before. He’s just turned 27, for god's sake. Not that he’s been whoring himself out either, but when you get to his age with only a couple long-term relationships here and there, you’ve typically been around. But with Tobio, and with Shouyou watching, it feels different, somehow.
They both pull back for a moment, trying to get their bearings. A thought strikes Tooru. “Should we be using condoms?” He doesn’t typically bother for blowjobs, and he’s guessing Shouyou doesn’t either as he didn’t say anything, but he’s about to be inside Tobio, which is another matter entirely.
The couple look at each other. Shrug. Look back at him. Shouyou speaks first.
“I mean… we know that we don’t have anything. Neither of us have been with anyone new since we were last tested. Is the same true for you?”
“Yeah, it is,” Tooru affirms.
“Then it’s just up to what you two prefer.”
Tobio stares just to the right of Tooru’s head, a faint flush across his cheeks. “I don’t want the condom. I want it inside, too.” His eyes dart to him for a split second, embarrassed and unsure. “Unless you want to use one?”
“No,” he answers quickly, maybe too quickly judging by the snort of laughter from Shouyou.
“Then we’re all set,” Shouyou decides. “Now, I’m still waiting for my show.”
That changes the energy again. Tooru falls back into his role. “Go ahead and lay back down for me, Tobio, and face Shou-kun. We want to make sure that he can see your pretty face.”
“Okay.” Tobio bats his long, dark eyelashes at him. Tooru feels the ancient urge to mess with him a bit rise to the surface.
“Mmm, you can do better than that, Tobio-chan. Want to try again?”
The pout that Tobio sends him is so adorable he almost gives in, but Shouyou’s voice from across the small room stops him. “Yeah Crappyama, he’s about to give you a good time tonight, how about you show him a little respect?”
Man, Shouyou’s the best. Tobio’s pout intensifies, but he does get out a polite enough, “Yes, Oikawa-san.”
It’s good, nostalgic, but a little impersonal. He decides to push his luck. “Close, but not quite what I’m looking for.”
Tobio squints at him blankly for a moment. Then, a small smirk makes its way onto his face. “Yes, Tooru-senpai.”
Oh, this brat is really going to be the end of him one day. Shouyou sends his own smirk at him from across the room as Tobio settles in, as if he knows just how affected he is. Amendment: Both of these brats.
Finally taking off his boxers, the front of which being embarrassingly damp, Tooru moves in behind Tobio. “Do you want my fingers first,” he murmurs into his ear. “Or do you just want my cock? I know that plug left you pretty stretched out.” He rubs Tobio’s waist, making circles that dip dangerously low.
“Fingers… please,” Tobio says, squirming a little at the provocative touch.
Tooru is mildly surprised at this – though not displeased – until Shouyou explains, “He’s just trying to last.”
“Oi! Shut up, you piece of shit,” Tobio barks defensively, the flush growing. Shouyou just laughs.
In a show of mercy, Tooru doesn’t comment, instead choosing to reach down and slowly push a finger inside, testing out the resistance. There is very little to be found, the inside of him warm and loose. Tobio arches back into his touch.
“You really did get him ready for me, Shouyou. How sweet. Were you so sure that I would say yes?” He takes the liberty of adding another finger.
“I had a hunch. But if you said no, I wasn’t going to let it go to waste, either.” Tooru understands what Shouyou isn’t saying. In the event that he had said no, Tobio would have been none the wiser and still would’ve gotten a great night out of the preparation. He forgets how effortlessly thoughtful Shouyou can be. It’s clear to him that Shouyou loves Tobio very much.
This certainly works in his favor; he tries not to look a gift horse in the mouth, these days. He lets out a ‘hah!’ in acknowledgement and crooks his fingers up to hit Tobio’s prostate.
“Tooru-senpai!” Tobio gasps, the call of his name breaking off into a moan as Tooru hits the spot again. Tobio goes to jerk himself off but is stopped by a chastisement.
“Don’t touch yourself, Tobio. Only I get to touch you tonight.” Registering his own words, he looks to Shouyou to see if he’s overstepped. When he sees that the man has begun to touch himself and doesn’t seem inclined to stop – and in fact, appears emboldened by Tooru’s eyes on him – he assumes that it’s more than okay.
Tobio groans but doesn’t make another effort to aid in his own pleasure. The obedience turns Tooru on to such an extreme that he’s incredibly relieved when Tobio says, “I’m ready, Tooru-senpai, put it in. Please.” He’s not sure how much longer he could’ve waited.
Extracting his fingers and wiping them off with a tissue on the nightstand, Tooru glances at Shouyou, who nods. That’s enough for him. “Okay, Tobio. Since you’ve been so good for me tonight.”
He wastes no more time, holding his dick and sliding it in. He bottoms out quickly, the feeling of Tobio surrounding him overwhelming him for a moment. Tooru pauses to collect himself.
“What are you waiting for?” Tobio pouts. “Fuck me, Tooru.” The younger setter squeezes around him to drive his point home.
“He’s never been very patient with a dick inside of him, or in general,” Shouyou quips, tone somehow mostly even despite how he strokes himself. Tooru isn’t sure how he’s managed to last this long. It’s that famous stamina, he supposes.
“No, he hasn’t been,” Tooru agrees, leaning forward to bite Tobio’s neck. The man sucks in a sharp breath. “Oikawa-san, teach me how to do your toss,” he mocks, “Tell me what I should do about Hinata, Oikawa-san!”
Before Tobio can retort, Tooru pulls out and quickly slams back in. It’s cheap and underhanded, but surely Tobio would expect nothing less. He doesn’t seem to have any complaints to raise as Tooru fucks into him, again and again. All that leaves his mouth are moans of Tooru’s name, along with a few expletives.
Across the way, Shouyou is pulling at his own dick like it has somewhere to be. His moans mix with Tobio’s to form a beautiful symphony. The thought crosses Tooru’s mind that he would love to sit in Shouyou’s chair and be the one to watch the two former crows. Another time.
Tooru can tell that Tobio is approaching his end from the way that his breathing speeds up; the way he rocks back against Tooru’s thrusts only further support how close he is. Tooru pinches the nipple that he was rolling around with his fingers. Tobio groans and, through pants, tells him to do it again. He complies, reveling in the way Tobio reacts.
“I’m close,” Tobio manages. “Please, Tooru-senpai…” he trails off, clearly not knowing what exactly it is that he’s asking for, just that he wants more.
“I know, baby.” The term of endearment slips out before he can stop it. He’s pretty close now, himself. “I’ll get you there, just trust me.” Asking for Tobio’s trust is a bit laughable, but he trusts him enough to let him fuck him, and he’s always trusted him to know what to do. That will have to be enough. He presses a rough kiss to the junction between Tobio’s neck and shoulder.
Tobio doesn’t reply, but soon after he’s spilling over his own stomach and onto the sheets. Tooru follows quickly after, cumming hard inside of Tobio. They lay there for a moment, Tooru slightly mourning that he couldn’t see Tobio’s face as he came, absentmindedly rubbing the man’s arm. Or Shouyou’s, he thinks, remembering the third person in the room. It’s easy for him to get tunnel-vision when Tobio’s involved. He shifts his attention to Shouyou, slumped in the chair with cum painting his hand. He has a grin on his face.
“That was so fucking hot,” Shouyou says. “I wish I could have been there.”
“You were there, dumbass,” Tobio responds. “You just got off from watching us give you a live performance.”
Shouyou wipes his hand off and stands up to put his boxers back on. “I meant in the bed!” he exclaimed, stalking over to the bed. He bends his knees to jump, and Tooru pulls out of Tobio and rolls away just in time for Shouyou to stick the landing on the latter.
“You… piece of shit,” Tobio wheezes. Shouyou smacks a kiss to his forehead and turns to Tooru, who had been watching them in bemusement.
“So, Tooru-san, when are you free next?” he asks.
Tooru answers honestly. “I don’t know, that depends on how my next match goes. The same is true for the two of you.” The two laying next to him seem to war between disappointment and excitement at the mere mention of volleyball. “But,” he follows up, eyes flicking to where his cum is beginning to leak out of Tobio, “I’m sure I can find time. And maybe we could find a bigger bed once the Olympics is over.”
“Yeah, we’ll be in town for a little,” Tobio confirms, cheeks dusted with red from Tooru’s look.
“Yeah! Count us in,” Shouyou adds.
They all grin, tired but eagerly anticipating what is to come.