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“Hey, Kuroo, you’ve had a threesome, right?” Bokuto’s speech was slightly slurred, his cheeks flushed. He drank deeply from his beer and stifled a burp.
An eyebrow rose, a toothy grin appeared. “Yeah, back in college.” Then Kuroo frowned. “Why? Is the excitement wearing off back home?”
Though Bokuto sometimes tried to be aloof about his dating situation, he'd never been good at holding back his visible and unrestrained adoration for his partners. A big gloating grin paraded on his face. “Never any less exciting, my friend. Just wondering what it was like for you.”
Kuroo shrugged. He took another swig of his beer before he answered. “Drunk? Messy?” He sighed and ran a hand through the mess that was his hair. “Those girls just wanted to try out what happened if they added a man to the equation, I think. But hey, it was kinda fun.” Though Kuroo had to admit to himself, it had also been very impersonal. He didn’t necessarily object against casual sex, but he felt it was important to have at least some emotional connection.
“Huh, so you’d do it again then?”
Man, he was buzzed. Part of him realised he should have a stronger reaction to Bokuto's questions and the sudden direction this conversation was taking, but instead he just shrugged again. “I don't know? Depend on who’s involved I guess.”
He’d just put his beer to his lips when Bokuto continued and almost made him choke on his drink. “How about if there’s a guy?”
“Fuck, Bokuto, what’s with these questions, man? How drunk are you? How many beers have you had?”
“As much as you have, buddy.”
“Too fucking many then.”
Silence fell as Bokuto waited for Kuroo to answer with an uncharacteristic amount of patience.
Eventually, Kuroo sighed and couldn’t believe he was seriously responding to this. He blamed the alcohol. “Alright, honestly? You’re one of the few guys I’d consider doing that with. Not that it matters, it’s not like you would ever let me anywhere near Akaashi or (Name) anyway.”
Fuck, that was more than he intended to say. Obviously Bokuto was not the only one who had too much to drink. Perhaps he should cut himself off now if he started rambling like that.
“Hey, I trust you.”
A pause.
“Okay, but you know Akaashi would never let me touch (Name).”
“Uhm, actually...”
The pause stretched out longer.
“...(Name) would not let me touch (Name)?”
“Oh, she most definitely would. You’d be surprised.”
Kuroo blinked as understanding dawned in his alcohol-addled brain. “Wait, is that what brought this on? What are you asking me, Bokuto? What would that even be, a foursome? Is that even a thing?”
Bokuto shook his head. “I’m not asking you to do anything. Just thought you should know the option is there.”
“Right.” Kuroo blinked again multiple times, trying to clear his head. Then he realised that was the opposite of what he wanted. “Okay, I’m getting another beer. Or three. And I’m cutting you off, you’ve obviously had way too much to drink.”
He shook his head as he walked towards the fridge, feeling a little woozy - and not just because of the alcohol. Fuck, what was Bokuto thinking, casually dropping a bomb like that?
No way. There was no way.
Kuroo’s hands were slightly clammy when he knocked on the door. He could hear muffled voices from the other side and footsteps coming up to the entrance. When the door opened he was greeted by Bokuto’s wide grin, which helped to ease some of his nervousness.
“Hey hey! You’re early!” Gesturing at his guest to come in, Bokuto backed away from the doorway and Kuroo took off his shoes and socks. He could see Akaashi and you chatting in the kitchen area of the apartment, putting away the last clean dishes.
Bokuto closed the door behind Kuroo and led him to the living area, where they both settled on the couch.
You walked out of the kitchen and smiled brightly at Kuroo. “Hey, Tetsurou-kun, make yourself at home!” An over-sized shirt clung on your shoulders and hips, falling almost entirely over your shorts. Judging by the size, it was Bokuto’s. “Sorry we’re not ready for you yet, we didn’t expect you until later.” You excused yourself and retreated to the bedroom.
Initially Kuroo had been surprised to hear that Bokuto and Akaashi had welcomed a third person in their relationship, but after meeting you a couple of times, it started to make sense. You were easy-going and quick to laugh, especially at any stupid joke that left Bokuto’s mouth. Instead of disturbing the balance in Bokuto and Akaashi’s lives, you had almost seamlessly added your own layer of bluntness and warmth to it.
And apparently now they wanted to try adding Kuroo to the equation, if only just for an evening.
Kuroo swallowed thickly and wiped his hands on his jeans.
It’s not that he was having second thoughts, or even considered this a bad idea in any shape or form. It had been unexpected - very unexpected - when it first came up, but definitely not bad. However, now the idea was about to turn into a reality, and Kuroo felt daunted. Sure, there had been that night back in college, but that was one less person involved, and he never felt a particularly strong attachment to those girls. This was different.
Bokuto seemed unaware of Kuroo’s nerves and chatted happily about a productive change in his training regime. To be fair, it served as a good distraction to keep Kuroo’s mind off of what was to come. When Akaashi joined them, he was a bit more perceptive than his boyfriend.
“Are you okay?”
Breathing out slowly, Kuroo nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Akaashi cocked his head to the side and studied him. “Just to be clear, there are no hard feelings if you changed your mind.”
“No, I’m good. I mean, I could use a beer, but I’m good.”
Instantly Bokuto jumped up and walked back to the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge. Akaashi leaned forward in his seat and kept his gaze fixed on Kuroo. “It might be a good idea to establish some ground rules anyway,” he said, rubbing at the tip of his index finger.
Bokuto returned with two small bottles and handed Kuroo a cold beer, already opened. Kuroo quickly took a large swallow and inhaled sharply, welcoming that first rush of alcohol.
A second gulp and he lowered the bottle, looking back at Akaashi. “Ground rules?”
Akaashi shrugged. “To make sure we’re all on the same wavelength.” He exchanged a look with Bokuto, who leaned back and locked his hands behind his head. “Should we agree on a safe word? Just in case?”
The matter-of-factness with which Akaashi spoke made Kuroo chuckle. “Just what have you guys been planning?” he joked, and took another swig of his drink. Perhaps it was the beer, perhaps it was Akaashi’s casual approach, but Kuroo realised he was finally relaxing.
“Nothing planned, we wanted to keep it spontaneous,” Akaashi answered, making Kuroo grin again. Count on Akaashi to respond so seriously. “Either way, ‘red’ is always acknowledged here.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Kuroo lifted his bottle to his lips for another drink.
“What are your feelings on anal?”
Kuroo almost chocked on his beer. Laughing loudly, Bokuto patted him on the back. “Don’t scare him like that, Keiji! And you say I have no tact!”
After taking a moment to recover, Kuroo shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t have any experience with that ...and I think tonight has more than enough going on so, uhm, no, not this time. But don’t let that stop you guys.” Wait, not this time? Internally, Kuroo shook his head. Very smooth, you idiot.
Akaashi either did not pick up on the implication or chose to ignore it. “No need to apologise. You are okay with any of us touching you, right?”
Kuroo couldn’t keep the wide smirk from his face and grinned at Akaashi with lidded eyes. “Only if I get to do the same.” The faint blush on Akaashi’s cheeks as he broke eye-contact was utterly satisfying.
At that moment the bedroom door opened and you reappeared, changed into just a robe. Kuroo couldn’t help from eyeing your legs and the faint sway of your hips as you walked up to them. You stopped at the side of the couch and leaned down to give Bokuto a kiss on his forehead, and Kuroo wondered if you did it on purpose to provide ample view of your cleavage.
Akaashi eyed your antics with a raised eyebrow. “Aren’t you impatient tonight.”
You smiled at him, radiating innocence. “I just thought we might want to get started if you boys have finished talking.”
“So eager,” he said, a lazy grin on his face. Akaashi got up from the couch and walked over to you, draping an arm over your shoulders to lean close, lips brushing against your ear. Whatever he said, your cheeks flared crimson as a result.
Looking quite pleased with himself, Akaashi pulled away and started to walk towards the bedroom door. He put his hand on the handle and turned around. “But she has a point. Is everyone ready?”
Kuroo downed the last of his beer and Bokuto did the same. He stood up and felt himself warm up when he saw you smile at him, lips slightly parted and an excited glimmer in your eyes. He wondered what Akaashi had said to you, but Kuroo suspected it might have involved him.
Last one to the enter the bedroom, Kuroo closed the door behind him.
When he turned around, Bokuto was already starting to push the robe off your shoulders and kissing you deeply, little eager noises escaping him as your bare skin was revealed. Akaashi sighed and whapped him lightly on the head.
“Koutarou, you’re too greedy.”
You broke the kiss and pulled at Bokuto’s shirt while Akaashi undid the button and zipper of Bokuto’s pants after taking off his own sweater. For a moment Kuroo felt out of place, an intruder in this intimate space. Bokuto’s eye fell on him. “You’re a bit overdressed for the occasion, Kuroo,” he said, grinning widely. His words made you turn towards Kuroo, your robe fallen open and revealing you to him.
Kuroo swallowed when you sauntered over to him, but your confidence faltered once you stood in front of him. Glancing downward, you ran a hand through your hair and shyly reached out for him. You hesitated, as though trying to gauge what was okay to do in this situation and how far you could go.
Somehow, your visible nerves helped to sooth his own and he cupped your chin, tilting it up to face him. Your eyes met, and he leaned in. Hands tangled in his hair instantly. He put one on your bare hip and tugged you a little closer while he moved his lips against you in a languid kiss. Regaining your nerve, you slipped your tongue inside. Your nails grazed against his scalp when he groaned into your mouth and massaged his tongue against yours, taking control over the kiss.
Akaashi had moved behind you, slipping off your robe entirely while pressing open-mouthed kisses on your shoulders. Already stripped down to his underwear, Bokuto kept himself busy by helping Akaashi out of his pants, hands greedily wandering over his body.
You sighed softly when you broke the kiss. Licking your lips, you stared up at him, then down at his fully clad body. “Kou is right,” you muttered, then tugged at his shirt. “Way overdressed. Let’s fix that.” Your fingers darted further downward to his pants, undoing them with light touches. He took off his shirt himself while you tugged off his jeans, and you hummed appreciatively at the view. “Lay down on the bed.”
Without protest he obliged you, lowering himself onto the king sized bed. A large towel had been spread over the sheets, and Kuroo lay down on it. Bokuto took this opportunity to steal another kiss from you while Akaashi took some distance from the scene and sat down in a chair, his alert gaze not missing a single detail.
Bokuto grabbed your ass and pulled you tightly against him, wet noises filling the room from his enthusiastic kiss. You put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away, nodding towards the bed with an almost imperceivable gesture. However, Kuroo did not miss it. He could not possibly have, his eyes fixated on both you and Bokuto. He resisted the urge to stroke himself, instead waiting patiently while you crawled onto the bed and settled yourself in his lap. Bokuto followed behind you.
Some of your bluster dissipated again. You smiled down on him almost shyly, your hands resting on his chest and nails lightly scraping his skin. Kuroo fought hard to keep his breathing under control, fingers clenching and relaxing around your hips, hyper aware of the two men watching him.
Bokuto had his chest pressed against your back, and now his fingers travelled between your legs and started to work you. The effect was instantaneous; you gasped and tried to wriggle your hips - except Kuroo held you firmly into place. Your soft moans filled the room as Bokuto latched onto your neck and switched between open-mouthed kisses and sucking harshly. Kuroo could see older marks on your collar bone, and wondered just how sensitive you were there.
He wanted to find out.
One of his hands let go of your hip and he pushed himself upright. For a moment he contented himself to nuzzle your neck, taking in your sweet scent, then his tongue darted out and experimentally dragged over your skin.
You whimpered and arched into him, hands clutching onto his shoulders. He let you move your hips freely now, rubbing up against him through the fabric of his shorts while Bokuto’s fingers increased their pace, thumb now pressing directly on your clit. Kuroo could feel himself becoming hard from the friction.
Your legs started to shake, and a self-satisfied smirk appeared on Bokuto’s face when he realised how close you were. “Kou, please,” you said. It was nothing more than a soft whimper, but everyone heard. “I’m so close.”
“I know, babe,” Bokuto said, words muffled by him grinning against your neck.
Kuroo could hear a rustling behind him and knew Akaashi had gotten up from his chair, now standing close to lean in and brush his lips against your ear. His eyes were fixed on Kuroo as he murmured your name. “Do you want Kuroo to finish you off? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Hips jerking, Kuroo groaned loudly when you nodded eagerly. Akaashi dove in for a deep kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring thoroughly. Bokuto made a soft noise of disappointment, but his hands still eased up on your core and travelled up to engulf your breasts instead. You gasped when Bokuto twisted a nipple, then you brushed your hands over Kuroo’s, as if to will them into action.
“Hang on, I have a better idea,” he said, and started to tug you forward. Your eyes widened when you realised his intention, giving him a needy moan and moved until you were positioned right over his mouth. He wet his lips and you shuddered; just the anticipation was enough to make you tremble.
Slow licks and deliberate sucking left you undone above him. He moved one of his hands to tease your clit, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside you and dragging it from your opening to where his fingers worked.
Bokuto backed away from you and momentarily disrupted Kuroo’s rhythm when he cupped Kuroo’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, then tugged the shorts off. His hand started to pump Kuroo while he swirled his tongue around the tip. Kuroo groaned loudly and the vibration caused you to gasp. Your hand sought purchase around you and found Akaashi, who teased you with soft touches and kisses. He pressed his lips against yours just as you keened at Kuroo's tongue flicking against your clit, and Akaashi gladly took the opportunity to dive in deeply.
Though Kuroo tried to stay focused on you, he found himself increasingly distracted by Bokuto’s mouth on him, taking him deeper inside and giving harsh sucks. But he still saw your hand wander to the bulge in Akaashi’s shorts, only to have Akaashi intercept and press his lips to your knuckles. “One thing at the time. Have a little patience, we can do that later,” he purred while gazing down on Kuroo. A lazy smirk grew on his face. “Focus on him right now. You’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you.”
Your breath hitched and you nodded frantically, biting your lip to keep in the moans. You were only moderately successful.
“Is he as good as you imagined?” Akaashi pressed on, nibbling on the shell of your ear. “You’ve been fantasising about his tongue for weeks now, haven’t you, greedy girl.”
“Yes, yes, aaahh.” You only barely managed to get out the words, constant gasps escaping you and rocking your hips insistently into Kuroo’s hand and mouth. “It feels so good, Tetsu...”
Kuroo groaned and almost bucked his hips into Bokuto’s mouth, only stopped by the other man’s hands holding him down. Bokuto had started to suck almost aggressively, not about to be forgotten in this tangle of limbs. He slurped loudly around Kuroo’s cock and let out soft moans of his own. The hum of Kuroo’s groans against your clit was too much for you to handle and you cried out his name, back arching so much he worried you’d snap. Garbled noises spilled from you as you tugged at his hair and nails scratched at his shoulder.
When you backed away from Kuroo’s mouth, Akaashi bend down to kiss him, entwining their tongues to get a taste of both you and Kuroo. He explored deeply, tongue grazing against the roof of Kuroo’s mouth. Eventually he pulled away with a satisfied expression, a small strand of saliva connecting their lips.
Kuroo could not help but moan steadily now, gasping when Bokuto massaged his balls. Akaashi tongued Kuroo’s neck and left sharp bites, while your fingertips fluttered over his chest and scratched his nipples. The mix of sensations threatened to overwhelm him and when Bokuto’s tongue teased the slit of his cock, Kuroo shuddered and bucked his hips, coming with a loud groan. Bokuto swallowed greedily while you and Akaashi let up your ministrations and gave Kuroo some space.
Chest rising and falling heavily, Kuroo stared up at you and smirked when he saw you recover from a similar state.
You grinned back at him, humming in satisfaction. A gasp escaped you when Bokuto pressed himself against your back. At some point he had taken off his boxers and now grinded his cock against your lower back.
“I can’t wait much longer, fuck please can I,” he whined, his speech an unintelligible mess while he nipped at your shoulder and gripped your hip with one hand while running his thumb over your nipple with the other. “I want to be inside you, please...”
Wiggling your hips, you let out a pleased moan. “Yes,” you moaned breathlessly, pushing your ass back against him. “I want you, Kou, I need you to fuck me.”
Kuroo swallowed thickly at the display in front of him, already feeling himself get hard again. You glanced downward when you noticed and licked your lips. With a light press against Bokuto’s chest, you halted his grinding. Your gaze travelled between him and Kuroo. “Can I” - you paused and took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure - “I want both of you.”
Bokuto broke out in a wide grin and you looked at Kuroo, searching for permission.
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Kuroo grabbed onto your hips and grinded against you, earning a loud gasp.
You leaned downward and left a trail of kisses on his neck, travelling upwards until you pulled at his earlobe with your teeth. Meanwhile, Bokuto asked Akaashi to hand him the lube. Kuroo drew shuddering breaths, thoroughly distracted by your teeth on his neck and hands exploring his chest and abdomen. “Akaashi, I,” he groaned softly, “I have condoms, in my pocket.” He gestured towards the pants that lay forgotten on the floor.
Akaashi took care of both, handing Kuroo a condom and Bokuto another one along with the lube. He lingered at Bokuto, pressing their lips together in a messy kiss. When Bokuto put his hand on the front of Akaashi’s underwear and the hard bulge underneath, Akaashi broke away and smiled. “Don’t worry, (Name) will take care of me, won’t she?” He trailed his hand up your spine with a featherlight touch, making you shudder.
You nodded with vigour and parted your lips, soft puffs of breath falling on Kuroo’s neck.
The slick sound of Bokuto applying lube on his fingers filled the room, and Kuroo could see you tense up with anticipation. “Relax,” he murmured, and pulled you down for another kiss. Your shudders and moans clued him in on what Bokuto was doing. Akaashi rubbed smoothing circles on your back and soon enough you sighed and released the tension from your muscles.
Bokuto inserted another finger and you hissed, but adjusted quicker this time. Kuroo nibbled at your lower lip and ran his hands along your sides.
With a soft moan you broke off the kiss. “I’m ready.” You panted as you tried to get the words out, glancing back at Bokuto, who grinned and adjusted your position so you rubbed against Kuroo’s cock, without removing his fingers. By now Kuroo had become rock hard again and ripped the condom package open. You took the rubber from him and teased it over his length. Breath hitching, Kuroo held a little tighter onto you and groaned at your light touch. “You first,” you whispered in his ear, rocking your hips into him.
He guided your hips, easing you down on him. Oh god, you were so wet. In one smooth motion he filled you up entirely, shuddering at how hot you felt around him. He could hear Akaashi’s breath hitch next to him, entranced by the sight. You started moving slowly, adjusting yourself to his size. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, hands resting on Kuroo’s chest. Behind you, Bokuto removed his fingers to slip on a condom.
Once you started to relax, Kuroo’s hands trailed up higher over your ribcage while Bokuto gripped your hips tightly. Your breath came in quick gasps as he pushed inside, your walls clenching around Kuroo. He moaned and pulled you down for a hard kiss, thrusting his tongue inside your mouth.
“Oh god, babe, you feel so good,” Bokuto moaned, the tension visible over his entire body. He waited before he continued to move, giving you a moment to adjust. Meanwhile, Akaashi nudged you up, breaking the kiss with Kuroo. You panted heavily as you looked up at him. He had removed his underwear and slowly pumped his cock, but stopped when you reached out a hand to take over. You used your other hand to push yourself up so you could reach him comfortably.
Your tongue darted out and gave the tip quick and light licks, occasionally teasing the slit. Akaashi sighed, your touch finally providing the stimulation he had denied himself before.
The sight made Bokuto groan and he started moving. Kuroo’s breath caught when he felt Bokuto’s cock slide against his own, only separated by a thin barrier inside you. You gasped and Akaashi took the opportunity to ease himself deeper inside your mouth. Bokuto’s hard thrusts gave you only limited control over your own movements, sliding over Akaashi’s length at the other man’s pace.
It became increasingly difficult to think clearly and Kuroo clenched his fist into the towel. The twin sensation of your walls and Bokuto’s cock stimulating him was clouding his head and he breathed sharply. He tried to move his hips but found himself at the mercy of Bokuto’s rhythm.
“H- hey,” he said, reaching up with a hand to try and get the attention of Akaashi and you. Akaashi quirked up an eyebrow and pulled away from you. Your breath came out in soft whines but you looked down at Kuroo with curiosity. Kuroo tried to continue but hissed at a particularly rough thrust from Bokuto that had you cry out. “Could you get a little lower?”
Kuroo pushed himself a bit higher by leaning on his elbows, now fully relinquishing any control he might have had over Bokuto's pace. You cursed at the slight change of angle and grabbed onto Kuroo’s shoulders. Akaashi changed his position so both you and Kuroo were within reach of his cock. He used one hand to hold your shoulder, steadying you somewhat. The other tangled in Kuroo’s hair, little tugs betraying Akaashi’s impatience.
You exchanged a quick look with Kuroo, then pulled him closer for a kiss. The edges of your mouths brushed against Akaashi, and when your tongue moved to meet Kuroo’s, it slid against the tip of Akaashi’s cock. His breathing instantly became louder and raspier.
“Fuck, fuck that’s hot,” Bokuto cursed behind you, his movements becoming more frantic and uncontrolled.
Even with Akaashi’s hand stabilising you, you could not stop your body from rocking in time with Bokuto’s forceful thrusts and your lips slipped back over Akaashi’s length. He started to moan softly as you sucked on the head, letting Kuroo drag his tongue over the shaft. The hand in Kuroo’s hair clenched and he could hear Akaashi’s rough inhales of breath.
Bokuto adjusted his grip on you and burrowed himself into you with quick but deep thrusts. The slightly different angle and pace had you keening around Akaashi’s cock and Kuroo cursed out loud. He felt you tighten around him and his back arched when he came, a surge of heat shooting through him. You joined him almost instantaneously, and Akaashi pulled roughly at Kuroo’s hair when the vibrations of your moans hit him.
You sucked hard on the tip then took in as much as you could, while Kuroo teased Akaashi’s balls with his tongue. Akaashi inhaled sharply then bucked his hips while you dragged your lips over his length. He groaned loudly and rocked into you, finally losing some of that iron self control. His movements stuttered and he let out a shaky moan as his climax hit him. Kuroo could see you swallow, then released Akaashi’s cock from your mouth with a resounding ‘pop’.
Kuroo laid back on the bed and reached between your legs. You cried out when his thumb teased around your clit, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Akaashi helped you stay upright, his hand brushing over your jawline and through your hair.
Bokuto leaned forward and drew his tongue over your spine, nibbling at your skin. Whiny grunts escaped him continuously at this point, and Kuroo guessed he was very close. Determined to make you come one last time before that, Kuroo teased you with his long fingers, quickly building you up towards another orgasm. You bit your lip and your nails dug deeply into his shoulders. By now your body was so sensitive, Kuroo avoided your clit and instead teased just below. He still barely had to touch you to make you come again, hips bucking. You would have screamed if it weren’t for Akaashi leaning in to kiss you hard, muffling the sound.
With two more rough thrusts, Bokuto finally came as well, groaning loudly, then pulled out and collapsed against your back. If it weren’t for Akaashi still holding onto you, you probably would have crumpled into Kuroo.
“Fuck, that was awesome,” Bokuto murmured, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder.
You were still catching your breath, moaning softly when the two men pulled out of you. Akaashi kissed you again, gentle and almost chaste this time. “Koutarou, you’re crushing her,” he murmured when he broke away.
Bokuto released you from his weight and let himself drop on the bed next to you and Kuroo. His eyes shone and he grinned in satisfaction at the mess beside him. Akaashi helped you off Kuroo and steadied you into a sitting position. “Water?” he asked and you nodded. Tenderly he ran his fingers through your hair, then got up to put on his boxer shorts and disappeared into the bathroom.
After gathering his strength, Kuroo sat up straight and removed the condom, tying it up. “There’s a trashcan there,” you said, gesturing towards a small bin next to the nightstand. Kuroo reached over to drop it in, quickly after Bokuto did the same.
Akaashi returned from the bathroom with a glass of water, and picked up an old hoodie on his way back to the bed. He handed you the hoodie first, and Bokuto reached over to help you put it on, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder. You gave both a grateful smile and took slow sips of the water.
“Do you need anything?” Akaashi asked Kuroo. “Something to drink? Eat?”
“S- some water would be good,” Kuroo said, caught off guard by the gentleness in Akaashi’s voice.
Bokuto chuckled behind him while Akaashi nodded and got another glass. “What, surprised we’re not just kicking you out? We know how to take care of our guests,” he said, then sat upright and repositioned himself so you could lean against him. You sighed happily and almost melted against his broad shoulders.
“‘We’, Koutarou? I don’t see you getting Kuroo anything,” Akaashi’s muffled voice sounded from the bathroom.
Bokuto yelped. “Hey, I’m taking care of her!” He brushed his hands over your shoulders and rubbed his cheek against the top of your head. Something lurched inside Kuroo’s stomach at the tender moment of intimacy, threatening to make him feel like an outsider again.
Akaashi reentered the room, handed Kuroo a glass of water and sat next to them on the bed.
“Is there anything else? We always make sure to have some snacks, this glutton constantly has cravings afterwards.” He gestured at Bokuto, who broke out in protest until his stomach rumbled. You and Kuroo laughed while Akaashi let out a deep sigh.
“I’m okay, you go eat something,” you told Bokuto, and he grinned.
He kissed your cheek and stood up from the bed. “You’re the best,” he said, and quickly pulled on his shorts before disappearing to the kitchen.
You finished your glass of water and turned to Kuroo. “Are you good to go home after all this?”
“No problem. I don’t live that far away, you know.”
You smiled. “Just wanted to make sure.” With Bokuto gone, Akaashi took his place and started brushing through your hair with his fingers. You let out a soft moan and leaned into his touch, your own thumb tracing figures on his leg. “Keiji, anything I can do for you?”
He shook his head and continued grooming you. “This is enough.”
A comfortable silence settled in the bedroom, though Kuroo could hear the sound of Bokuto rummaging and humming to himself in the kitchen. Kuroo was tempted to join him, but then you touched his arm softly and smiled at him.
“Thanks, Tetsu,” you sighed, and Kuroo noted that you had dropped the honorifics, unlike the start of the evening. “This was... Well this was beyond my expectations, to be honest.”
“That’s saying something, she’s been very excited about this.”
You scowled and softly punched Akaashi in the leg, but he just pulled you in close and kissed your cheek despite your protests.
Kuroo ran a hand through his hair and chuckled. “No need to thank me, I had a really good time tonight.” He stood up and downed the remainder of his water, then put the glass on the nightstand and started putting his clothes back on.
He hesitated for a moment then looked at Akaashi and you sitting on the bed, cuddled close together.
“Hey, if you’re ever up for something like this again, you might be able to talk me into it,” Kuroo said, buttoning his pants with a lazy grin.
Akaashi smirked when he saw the glint in your eyes. “We might just do that.”
Like that would take any effort at all, his expression said.
Kuroo heard laughter and turned his head to see Bokuto standing in the doorway, a sandwich in his hand. He shook his head, grinning widely. “Look at the smooth bastard, trying to play hard to get.” Bokuto took a large bite of his sandwich. “You can’t fool me, Kuroo!”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Koutarou,” Akaashi muttered.
“Gah, don’t undermine me while I’m trash talking Kuroo!”
You sniggered. “Oh, that was supposed to be trash talk?” Bokuto gave you a petulant look. “Aww, I’m sorry, Kou. I’m just kidding, you really let him have it!” you said and reached out your hands to him.
However, Bokuto was still peeved and turned to Kuroo instead. “See what I have to put up with here? No respect.” He swivelled around and walked back in the kitchen.
You glanced at Akaashi, but he shook his head. “It’s fine. I give it ten seconds.”
Kuroo rubbed the back of his head and avoided eye-contact with you and Akaashi. He sensed it was time to leave; the fun was over and staying longer would probably be an intrusion nobody was comfortable with (or at least, he wouldn’t be), but he felt at a loss over how to handle this smoothly. What did anyone say in a situation like this? See you later? Thank you? Let’s do this again?
“Are you leaving?” you asked, then got up from the bed. You walked over and kissed him on the cheek, pulling back with a grin. “Thanks again, this was great.”
“Yeah,” he said. “It was.” Smooth.
After a quick goodbye to Akaashi, he left the bedroom. In the kitchen he saw Bokuto snacking on some cookies, jar shamelessly in his hand.
Bokuto had found a sweater to put on somewhere and looked quite happy, the earlier teasing already forgotten. He cocked his head to the side when he saw Kuroo. “Want one?”
Kuroo shook his head. “No thanks, I should get home.”
Putting down the jar, Bokuto walked Kuroo up to the door. He watched Kuroo put on his shoes and frowned. “Hey, were you okay tonight? You seemed a little timid sometimes.”
Gritting his teeth, Kuroo twitched. “Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?” He finished tying his shoes and straightened up. Timid? Seriously?
Bokuto laughed and patted Kuroo on the shoulder. “See, that’s the Kuroo I know.”
Kuroo blinked, then ran a hand through his hair, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. Okay, perhaps Bokuto had a point. However, Kuroo had no intention of letting anyone know he'd been nervous, so he just shrugged instead.
Whether Bokuto bought it or not, Kuroo wasn’t sure, but at least the subject was dropped.
Bokuto opened the door for him with a big grin. “Well, this was fun,” he said. “We still on for this Friday? I found a couple of fantastic bad movies we got to see.”
The thought of just hanging out with Bokuto, reestablishing a sense of normalcy, was strangely reassuring. “Yep. Can you get some snacks? Then I’ll make sure I have some beer in the house.”
“Deal!”
Once Kuroo got outside, the cool night air felt refreshing against his skin. It helped to clear his thoughts.
He definitely had no regrets about tonight.
At the same time, he did hope it would be a while before he saw you and Akaashi again. Bokuto was easier somehow. Bokuto he could deal with. For the others he felt it might take a little longer before he could face them without the risk of turning into an awkward mess.
“Ahhh, I’m in trouble, Keiji,” you said, languidly stretching on the bed. “I don’t think just the two of you will ever be able to satisfy me now.”
Akaashi chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss on your stomach. When he lightly traced his tongue around your navel, you giggled and pushed him away. “Don’t let Koutarou hear you joke about that. He’ll be depressed for days.”
Resting your hands behind your head, you grinned at Akaashi. “Oh? You think I’m joking, that’s so cute.”
Carefully keeping his face blank, Akaashi stared at the provocative smile on your face. He fully realised what you were trying to do and yet... well, there was no harm in indulging you every once in a while.
He grabbed your hips and blew softly against your slit. “You might regret those words later,” he said, then licked his lips and leaned in to prove you wrong.
In the end, he would definitely satisfy you.
But first, you would beg.