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It was an off morning that was just another part of the off week Asahi had been having, and he slugged around his house, shoulders hunched and dejected sighs leaving him every few minutes. He wasn't feeling great, not too bad, but generally just...nothing at all. He had no idea what even spurred this bout of depression; maybe it was his grades, maybe that reoccurring paranoia he'd fail his teammates over and over again, or maybe he was just a little bit lonely lately with the team being too busy to really hang out in their free time and it spiraled out of control.

He was even sighing into his glass of water, putting off having to make anything to eat yet because he just didn't feel up to it. His parents were out for the next couple of days, and he was usually okay with that. It was just that now, of all times, he felt a little alone but didn't even think of reaching out to his friends, scared of being a burden to them again.

The doorbell rang and it startled him so bad he spilled water all over the floor. Well, he was definitely awake now, and he called out, "Coming!" as he wiped up the mess with the speed and urgency induced by panic. He didn't know who was here or why, but part of him was just excited to have something different happen that was more of the social kind and less of the lack of socializing kind.

Once the water was cleaned up, Asahi went to open the door with caution, but all that tense cautiousness practically exploded away when he was met with two (2) whole boyfriends with duffle bags over their shoulders, grinning up at him.

"W-what are you two--"

"You said you'd be home alone today!" Noya blurted, chest puffed out. "And we all know you're a big wuss, so I told Suga and here we are!"

Asahi, jaw slacked, looked at Sugawara for some sort of confirmation that this was even happening, and Sugawara just smiled at him with a single stern nod.

He then made a show of leaning around to peek into Asahi's home. "Are you going to let us in, Asahi? Or are you going to turn us away?"

Asahi jumped and scrambled out of the doorway, letting his two sudden guests in. It wasn't as if they hadn't been there before, but they usually called him first or he walked them there himself. This time they just showed up with no word except between themselves and Asahi was completely unprepared.

As Sugawara and Noya were taking off their shoes and more or less giggling to themselves over Asahi's bumbling presence, Asahi finally noticed that the duffle bags were there and there was no practice, his boyfriends were both dressed casually, and it just...didn't make sense.

He shut the door and stepped back into the hall. "Uh...what's with the bags? Are we practicing today?"

At this, Noya and Sugawara looked at each other before bursting into a grin and smile respectively. Noya laughed and hopped up the step into the hall. "We're sleeping over! You said your parents were gonna be staying overnight in Toyko, right?"

Asahi decided in this moment that he was never going to tell Noya anything ever again, even if knew he always would anyway.

Sugawara landed a hard pat on Asahi's shoulder, startling him out of his exasperation. "Don't worry! We'll take good care of you!" He grinned and cocked his head a bit. "So long as you take care of us, right?"

Asahi didn't have time to reply before Noya was bursting with demands to go to Asahi's room and drop off their stuff before they get food. He ended up rushing ahead of them anyway, so Asahi shuffled alongside Sugawara, who was humming and gently touching Asahi's palm with his fingertips.

"He's just excited to spend more time with you," Sugawara explained, "I am, too."

Sugawara trotted ahead, then, to catch up with Noya in Asahi's room while Asahi lingered back. He was confused, what was this even all about? Whenever they had dates they had to disguise it as friends hanging out, and they were all often too focused on volleyball to be too upset about not being close together during practice, so maybe this was about getting time to act more like boyfriends instead of just friends? Maybe? Asahi wasn't sure, and he just sighed much in the same, sad way he had been the past week.

He finally got to his room and watched Noya already start to unpack his things while Sugawara seemed unsure about doing that just yet. His eyes drifted to his bed, which was larger than beds for one person since he liked having just a bit more space than that, and he idly realized that with some close squeezing and shifting the three of them could fit on it maybe. He partially just didn't want to pull out the futons, honestly, but it was a course of action he had to consider.

He also considered the fact that they were alone for two days and he was pondering sharing a bed with them and then Thoughts happened.

Too many thoughts rushed through Asahi's head while Suga and Noya chatted in the background of his overexcited concerns. They were all alone in his house in his room with no parents and no school or practice tomorrow and his face flushed red all over, how does this work with just boys, especially three, and he shoved his face into his hands. At some point in his freaking out over all the explicitly intimate things that they could do, that manga and tv dramas hinted at all the time, Suga and Noya noticed that he was just a very large bundle of feeling small and overwhelmed by his own stupid fantasies and dramatic expectations in the doorway.

"You're thinking about weird things, aren't you?" Noya grumbled at him, approaching with his arms raised up so he could take Asahi's hands into his own and tug them from his face. "Calm down, just because we're alone for a couple of days doesn't mean we're gonna jump you, jeez."

Sugawara just laughed as Asahi stuttered all over as his blush spread over his face and to his ears and along his nose while Noya looked up at him with a serious expression.

"I'm serious!" Noya's voice was raised over Sugawara's giggles and Asahi's strained attempt at trying to form sentences, "You're so overdramatic! C'mon, we're gonna play games and watch TV and get you to relax!"

Asahi managed to pull himself together enough to drop his arms--Noya didn't let go of his hands despite this--and furrow his brows at Noya; it might've looked more puzzled if his face wasn't still burning red. "You...?"

Noya seemed really determined about that, and Asahi wasn't really sure why. This was when Sugawara stepped in, and gently took one of Asahi's hands from Noya so he could hold it tight in his. He and Noya looked him in the eye, and now Asahi felt embarrassed because they were both giving him those warm, gooey expressions they did when they kissed him and muttered "I love you" to him.

"I told Noya you were spacing out lately," Sugawara started, "and he said he noticed it too, so..."

Noya, cheeks tinted red with heartfelt passion, snatched Sugawara's free hand and his presence felt infinitely larger than Asahi's own existence. "So I wanted us to do something special! And since your parents are gone and we're free anyway, it only made sense to spend every minute of that time with you!" he stated as if it were so, so obvious, and Asahi had a moment of feeling blown away.

Sugawara nodded and squeezed both Asahi and Noya's hands. "We want to make sure you're okay and happy, Asahi. You can talk to us, you know," he said in that soothing way that melts Asahi's soul with warmth, "And now that we're here, you really can't avoid it." Sugawara laughed, then, and that seemed to calm Noya down from his heightened state.

Asahi felt like he was going to cry from happiness and disbelief that he was so lucky to have these boys in his life. He finally gripped their hands back, lighting Sugawara and Noya up, and nodded.

"Thank you...both of you. You always look out for me, and I..." he tried to say, but had to pause to collect himself.

Before he could pick up where he left off, Noya got on his tip toes. "Get down here, you big baby! Let us kiss you!" he demanded, followed by over-puckered lips to make a point.

Asahi laughed and bent down just enough for Sugawara to kiss his temple and Noya to press a hard smooch to his cheek. He thought that'd be it, but then they just kept showering his face in little kisses until all three of them were laughing from how ridiculous they were being. When Asahi noticed that his face hurt from smiling so much, and his heart felt fluttery as he realized he hadn't really smiled much at all lately.

He untangled their hands from his and spread out his arms before capturing Sugawara and Noya in a big, tight hug. They laughed in his ears and put their arms around him as much as they could, and Asahi was genuinely, honestly happy like this.

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 Oikawa kisses him with his fingers pressed into his throat, switching from stroking under his jaw and wrapping around the front with a possessive squeeze. He loves the way Kageyama's breath hitches, knows that his chest is constricting with anxiety as he does this while sucking the breath from his mouth. Kageyama tries once in a while to pull Oikawa's hand away by his wrist, or wriggle his fingers between his neck and the grip secured around him, and Oikawa punishes these actions with harsh bites to Kageyama's lower lip and hickeys along the exposed front of his throat.

"I told you to think of my hand as a shield, didn't I? That way you don't get all of these," Oikawa chimes as he traces a finger down Kageyama's throat, "You know how much I love to mark you, Tobio..." 

Kageyama huffs and Oikawa can tell he's upset with this, but he can't make himself care. Honestly, the more aware people are that Kageyama has an owner, the happier he is.

Oikawa has Kageyama on his bed, their shirts discarded onto the floor, dicks hard through Oikawa's uniform pants and Kageyama's sweat pants, and lips swollen from barrages of fierce kisses. It's rare when Kageyama comes over at all, but even more so when they don't end up locked in Oikawa's room making out and pushing against each other. So, in a way, this isn't too out of the ordinary when compared to the times when they're alone.

"It's embarrassing!" Kageyama blurts as he touches the sore spots on his neck, fingers bumping against Oikawa's. Oikawa chuckles and presses a kiss to his mouth again.

"Well, I can't help that," he says and slides his hand down to grope the hard bulge in Kageyama's pants, "but, I can help with this."

It was meant to be sexy and get things moving, but it apparently just pissed Kageyama off because he shoves Oikawa immediatly and narrows his eyes at him.

"Can't you just wait?" he barks, and Oikawa knows he'll bite if he keeps pushing him. Oikawa rolls his eyes and presses his lips together. "Just..."

"Mm, I guess we're done here, then? I won't force you into anything, Tobio-chan," Oikawa says with a tone that's so disgustingly sweet it even annoys himself. He rolls off of Kageyama and his feet land perfectly on the floor, and he rises with a practiced, perfected posture. 

He's retrieving his shirt from the floor, now, and scrunches his face at the wrinkles that he'll have to iron out before tomorrow. Honestly he doesn't even need to be putting his clothes back on, this is his home after all, he could just walk out and finally eat the leftovers from dinner yesterday night and leave his dear little Tobio on the bed with a boner. But this is part of the bait since Oikawa knows he'll just come back to Kageyama no matter what, and he knows that Kageyama is aware of this too. 

It's just a matter of patience and denial.

Oikawa is both glad and annoyed that he chose a button-up shirt for tonight, because while it's annoying to close with all those buttons, it makes for good dramatic effect to take his sweet ass time putting each arm through each sleeve and shifting his weight with a sigh as he starts at the buttons. Honestly, he doesn't want to stop what their doing, he'd be all for just jumping Kageyama and shoving his hand down his pants right now, but he wants Kageyama to beg for it. He can't really go downstairs right now, though, because the image of Kageyama begging is just that arousing and--

"Get back here."

Oikawa is startled but it's a practiced art to not stiffen, and he pauses in buttoning his shirt to look back over his shoulder with a small, unamused frown and a hard set glare.

There it is. That hard, demanding look in Kageyama's eyes that comes out with that authoritative tone he only takes on with...well, Oikawa can only imagine with a grimace of bitterness that it makes the little #10 weak in the knees to hear. 

He huffs and turns his head back forward as he rolls the sudden heavy tension out of his shoulders while he undoes the two buttons he managed to get done. Fine. He'll keep playing, even if Kageyama calling for him to come back wasn't nearly as desparate as he'd planned. He actually feels irritated now, and he decides with a genunine smile that the kid gloves are off; he's not going to go easy.

Oikawa drops his shirt, knows Kageyama's stare is burning holes in his back, and he rocks his hips as he turns and has his hands at the button and zipper of his pants. 

"Yes, sir, yes, sir," he mocks.

He licks his lips at the way Kageyama is watching his hands, and his heart pounds with sick anticipation as he drops his pants and Kageyama's face changes completely when he's met face to face with the fact that Oikawa opted out of underwear tonight.

"And where do you want me, Tobio?" he asks in a languid drawl that doesn't match the casual way he kicks away his pants, but it doesn't matter; Kageyama's pupils are blown wide and his hands are clenching tight at the sheets.

Kageyama swallows and breathes through his mouth for a moment; Oikawa's eye twitches.

"I want you--"

"I know that."

"Shut up! I want you here!" Kageyama snaps and points to his lap, but more directly at the bulge in his pants which Oikawa knows wasn't on purpose, yet he shivers at the idea of shoving Kageyama down and riding him in a slow, tortorous way that would make Kageyama cry for release. 

Another time, he promises himself when he catches himself not breathing, another time; he doesn't have all the supplies for anal intercourse right now.

Oikawa hums and swings a long leg over Kageyama's hips, then uses that leg as leverage to hoist himself fully on the bed and over Kageyama again. This time, though, Kageyama has sunk slightly against the pillows and it leaves his face at the perfect level to have Oikawa's cock right in it. 

"Ahh, you're such a tease, Tobio-chan," Oikawa whines, and he grabs his dick at the base and gently boops Kageyama's noise with it, "did you plan for it to turn out like this? With my dick in your--"

Kageyama abruptly shoves his body down until he's flat against the bed and staring up at Oikawa with an expression that's comically serious but overwhelmed all at once. Oikawa just stares down at him for a moment before he starts to laugh. It's genuine, at least, and he covers his mouth to muffle the chuckles and giggles. 

Kageyama glares up at him now. "Hey! I just didn't want that in my face, alright? Plus, it was getting uncomfortable to be sitting like that..."

Oikawa wipes little tears from his eyes and he nods. "Sure, sure, Tobio-chan," he says with hand waves. 

He takes a breath to calm himself down before he slides down to lie on top of Kageyama, face to face, front to front. He cocks his head at him and brushes some hair out of Kageyama's face. "Now what?" he asks softly, with just a little too much fondness than he meant to let on.

Kageyama puts his unsteady hands on Oikawa's hips, pulls him closer and jerks his hips up at the same time. Oikawa gasps, a little to genuinely, but recovers enough to smirk at him.

"You just want to pretend to fuck me, don't you?"

Kageyama glares up at him, but the effect is ruined when he moans once Oikawa rubs his ass back against the hard bulge in his sweatpants. 

"Would you fuck me hard, Tobio-chan?"

Oikawa makes a sharp, high noise that was overdramatic on purpose when he ruts his cock against Kageyama's abs, and it makes Kageyama tense up.

"Until I saw stars," Oikawa sighs, "until I cried, maybe? You'd love that...you'd love to fuck me so hard I'd cum and cry from how good it felt," he idly starts moving his ass against Kageyama's dick in careful strokes, "and you'd want to hold me down. Or would you just take me from behind? Maybe you make me do all the work, make me fuck myself on you--"

"Shut up."

"--you could even tell me to suck you off--"

"I said shut up!"

"--and cum all over my face--"

Kageyama's hands then grabbed and squeezed Oikawa's ass so hard Oikawa curses violently, all sugary sweet moaning gone from his voice. He bucks against Kageyama, just to get away from how much it hurt to have that grip so secured on each cheek. He growls at him, glares down at Kageyama as he struggles to get out of his grip, and that bastard is fucking smirking at him.

Oikawa finally reaches back and grabs Kageyama's wrists, forcing them off of him and pushed roughly over Kageyama's head. 

Now Kageyama was frowning and glaring, and Oikawa was near snarling. 

"You stupid brat--!"

But Kageyama doesn't flinch; he glares right back with a shine in his eyes that makes Oikawa's heart skip beats.

It's sometimes when he looks Kageyama in the eyes, especially like this, he sees it, the promise of trouble to be had lurking in his depths, and he seeks to squash it immediately. He knows he can't keep it down for long because he knows Kageyama isn't the type of flame to be put out by a little harsh rain, but he tries with his teeth and his hands and his words to create a hurricane against him, still knowing that it won't work forever.

Oikawa has enough self-awareness to know that he will ultimately break against the king twisting under his fingertips, he just wants to make him break first.

He puts Kageyama's wrists into one of his hands, the other shoving onto Kageyama's hip to hold him down, and he looks into his eyes with an expression bordering defeat. Oikawa realizes he might never be done with Kageyama, and part of him isn't exactly mad about that. He leans down and kisses Kageyama so gently he's thrown him completely off his game, but Oikawa doesn't know if he'll take advantage of that yet; he kind of likes just lazily making out with Kageyama.

Oikawa slides off Kageyama's mouth and pouts at him. "What will I do with you?" he asks quietly, mostly to himself, but Kageyama looks vaguely dazed and mostly confused and Oikawa can't say he doesn't like that look on him.

He lets Kageyama's wrists go and he shuffles down the bed, roughly pulls Kageyama's sweat pants and undwear down to his knees, and decides he's too done with tonight to fuck with Kageyama anymore; he's just going to suck him off and maybe spoon with him until Kageyama has to go home. Or, Oikawa ponders sourly again, to Hinata.

"Oikawa?"

Kageyama is, understandably, concerned about the abrupt change in attitude and levels of giving a fuck. Oikawa just sighs and kisses the head of Kageyama's dick.

"Be a good boy and be loud for me; I'll let you cum in my mouth if you beg me to," he promises with a semi-forced smile and a wink. He's going to go easy on him after all.