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"Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again
And one for int'rest, if thou wilt have twain"
Venus and Adonis, William Shakespeare

Sawamura Daichi is no stranger to chaos. He has a high tolerance for it, built up over years of being the older brother to two sets of twin siblings and captaining his high school volleyball team. Usually he prides himself on his ability to handle high-strung people and navigate awkward or tense confrontations.

This, though? This is completely new to him.

"He's clearly made his decision!" Sugawara Koushi screams.

"You broke the rules, that negates any claim!"

"Oh my god, he's not a prize pig, Kuroo. He chose me."

"You took advantage of him. That doesn't count."

"Guys, please," Daichi says frantically, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "People are starting to stare."

But his words have no impact on the two men currently screaming at each other in the middle of the sidewalk. Daichi wonders how exactly he'd managed to get into this sort of situation, with his two best friends arguing over who gets to date him, but really it's not that hard to trace back. He supposes it all started earlier this week when he came home from work on Sunday.

"Daichi?" Suga had called after he left himself in to the apartment. "Can you come into the living room?"

He froze as he toed off his shoes in the genkan, and for a second he felt like he was sixteen again and caught sneaking into the house by his mother after a late night out. But that was ridiculous, because he was nineteen, in college, and living on his own. Suga may be one of Daichi's two roommates, but he wasn't his mother. There was nothing to be worried about.

Still, he couldn't escape the thrum of anxiety in his heart as he walked into the living room. That beat of trepidation turned out to be an accurate instinct when he entered the living room and saw that Kuroo was there too.

Suga and Kuroo were the two people he was closest to in the world, but for some reason they didn't get along. Daichi had never seen the two of them hang out without him before, and even when the three of them were together they didn't work very hard to suppress the thinly veiled insults and insinuations they threw at each other. Case in point: they were currently seated as far apart from each other as the living room would allow, with Suga in the squashy armchair and Kuroo on a chair he'd stolen from the dining table.

"Have a seat," Suga said too calmly, and Daichi warily went to the couch so he was at the midpoint between them.

He expected them to start talking right away, to explain what was happening and why they were acting like he broke curfew or stole money from their purses, but they stayed quiet. Both of them just stared at him—Kuroo with his typical mischievous gaze and Suga with a concentrated one—while the silence stretched on.

"Okay, what's—" Daichi started, not able to stand it anymore, but Kuroo held up a hand to cut him off.

"You first, or me?" Kuroo asked Suga.

Suga wrinkled his nose. "Me, obviously."

Kuroo scoffed and leaned back in the wooden dining chair, gesturing for Suga to begin.

"Daichi," Suga started, turning to him. Daichi looked at him, and his expression softened, and Daichi began to feel the knot in his chest ease. "I know you're confused, and we will explain, but first I want to say that you're very important to me. You're my best friend, and I don't want to jeopardize that."

"Okay…" Daichi said slowly.

"What I'm about to say is going to sound strange, and it's going to be uncomfortable, but it's for the benefit of all of us, that way we can—"

"Oh my god," Kuroo interrupted, and they both looked at him. "Daichi. We like you. Romantically. And we both want to date you. But you need to decide which one of us you want."

"W-what?!" Daichi spluttered.

"Kuroo, you ass," Suga snapped. "You can't just spring stuff like that on people."

"Oh, you're right, I should've used the Suga method and pined silently for three whole years before saying something."

"You conniving little—"

"Wait, wait, please," Daichi said, rubbing his forehead. "You…you both like me? And…you want to date me?"

"Yes," they both said, simple as that.

Daichi's head spun. "And you need me to…decide."

"Well, that's usually how it works," Kuroo drawled.

Daichi knew that was how it usually worked, but that the entire problem wasn't it? It was why he'd been existing in a limbo space for over a year now.

He wasn't a fool. He knew that he liked Suga. Suga was his oldest friend, the one who'd stuck by him through everything in high school, all the highs and the lows, and the one who continued to stick by him even now.

But he also liked Kuroo. There was an electric current in the air the first time he'd met the Nekoma captain that he initially attributed to the spirit of competition. But it but soon became clear that wasn't the only spark between them.

Daichi hadn't let himself dwell on his feelings for either of them then. He had too many other things on his plate to even consider attempting to date either of them, and with the end of high school coming up he didn't want to start anything he couldn't see through to the end, so he just pushed on and pushed forward.

Then he arrived at college and he and Suga moved into a three-bedroom with someone they found in a newspaper listing, and Kuroo turned out to be in his econ class, and Daichi was presented once more with his dilemma.

You have to like one more than the other, Daichi told himself. Just figure that out and move forward.

It was easier said than done, though. With Suga, there was comfort and familiarity built up over years of trust and friendship. He was like a tornado sometimes, unpredictable in his moods and actions, but Daichi liked that about him. With Kuroo, there was a fire and excitement that came from simply being near him. But he was also unexpectedly soft and vulnerable when he peeled back the layers of his outer persona, and it made Daichi want to know that true Kuroo even more.

They were both so important to him. He felt safe with them, able to confide his fears and secrets and strangest thoughts without fear of judgment. There was plenty of good-natured teasing and cajoling, of course, but that was par for the course. They made him laugh and smile, and he couldn't imagine his life without them. Sometimes, he felt that if only they got along better that the three of them could maybe…just maybe…

Daichi had read a lot online about polyamory in the past several months, and he knew that there were a lot of different forms that polyamorous relationships could take. Kuroo and Suga didn't need to like each other for him to engage in an open and honest relationship with each of them, but there was no guarantee they'd even be interested in that.

And anyway, even knowing logically that there were lots of people who were polyamorous and completely happy and successful with that framework for their life, emotionally his gut still twisted with guilt at the thought. So many people in the world were happy with one partner. Who was he to get selfish and want two? He needed to man up and pick one, but every time he thought about being with one of them, the other still lingered in his mind.

It was tearing him up inside. He couldn't tell what was a natural inclination toward polyamory and what was just plain greed, and Kuroo and Suga didn't deserve being subjected to his wishy-washy feelings, so he did nothing about them.

He would be friends with them, he decided, until his feelings faded and he eventually found the one person he was probably meant to be with, like so many others before him. It sucked, and he was miserable even though he told himself he was fine, but he was set on managing it in silence.

That was, until the two objects of his affections put his secret dilemma into words and confronted him out of the blue.

"You don't have to decide right now," Suga said gently. "Even though nobody would blame you if you chose me."

"Quit spewing bullshit, Sugawara," Kuroo snapped.

"What? We make the most sense, we have the longest history, we already live—"

"You said we weren't gonna pressure him, and you're going back on your word," Kuroo said firmly. "Now get on with the offer or the whole deal is off."

Deal? Daichi thought, and he suddenly felt like an animal at auction.

"Listen, Dai, we know this is like completely inappropriate," Suga continued, "but we have a proposal."

"I, uh…I'm listening," he managed.

"Date us," Suga said.

Daichi's blood rushed in his ears. Date them? Was it really that simple? Were they actually open to that? He felt the flutters of hope begin to well up in his chest when Suga continued.

"We've split up the week—two days with me, two days with Kuroo—and then on Friday we'll each take you on a date and then you'll decide."

His gut wrenched painfully as his hopes were immediately dashed. That's what you get for thinking selfishly, he told himself. For thinking you can have your cake and eat it too.

"What do you think?" Kuroo asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

What did he think? What did he think? He thought this was a terrible idea, that it could only spell disaster. Spending half the week with one, half the week with the other, getting to see what it was like to love and be loved by each of them and then being forced to choose? It sounded like the most exquisite form of torture.

But then again…maybe this was what he needed. A test run to see what actually dating each of them would be like, and then by the end of the week he'd have his answer. He'd have to end up preferring one over the other, and he would choose, and they would be fine with it because that was what they'd agreed to.

That version of reality sounded too good to be true, of course, but he had to give it a try.

"Okay," he whispered.

Suga and Kuroo both went incredibly still. Daichi fiddled with his hands where they rested in his lap while his face burned with embarrassment.

"Fuck yeah," Kuroo said finally. "Now, here are the ground rules Suga and I thought of, but please chime in if…"

And that was roughly how they'd ended up here, outside of Daichi's apartment on a Friday night, with Suga and Kuroo screaming at each other while Daichi tries uselessly to calm down.

He really should've trusted his instincts.

"I can't believe you," Kuroo rants now. "You sit on your thumbs for three years and when someone else finally comes along and does something, you cheat and pull this bullshit."

"I didn't cheat," Suga snaps. "It was mutual, and anyway the date was over."

"You're a fucking snake, and you know it." Kuroo takes a step forward, crowding into Suga's space and forcing him to take several steps back until he's up against the concrete wall of his and Daichi's apartment building.

"Hey now," Daichi says in his best don't-fuck-with-the-captain voice, but neither man pays any attention.

"You need to back the fuck off, Kuroo," Suga growls, shoving against Kuroo's chest, but Kuroo doesn't move.

"Or what, huh? What are you going to do?" Kuroo taunts.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"You're all talk and no action," Kuroo scoffs. "You only acted up now when you got scared someone would take your toy on the playground."

Suga flinches because it's true. He's been in love with Daichi for well over three years, practically all through high school and now into college. He couldn't help it, though. He maintains that it's nigh impossible for anyone not to fall in love with Daichi, not when he looks at you with those soft brown eyes and hugs you with those burly arms and grins at you with that flash in his eye that just hints at the wild man beneath the even keeled surface.

And he had planned on doing something about it. He'd been gearing up to ask Daichi out at the end of their third year, once the whirlwind of Spring Nationals was over. They were already going to the same university, so it wouldn't even become a long distance relationship, and then they would live happily ever after the way Suga firmly believed they were meant to.

But then came Kuroo.

Suga would've had to be truly ignorant to not see the look in Daichi's eyes when he and Kuroo met at their first practice match against Nekoma. There was a spark there that Suga hadn't seen before, lingering looks that had never lingered on him, and eagerness that Daichi hadn't displayed before.

It was fine at first, and Suga was fine passing it off as a simple crush that would fade once he and Kuroo were no longer around each other, but the damn cat kept coming back. And then the worst happened after Nationals when they exchanged numbers and suddenly Daichi had another best friend.

Suga then resolved to wait some more. He'd already waited three years. He could wait until they went to college, until the excitement of a new environment and new life experiences caused Kuroo to fade from his mind. But of course that didn't happen, because fucking Kuroo had chosen the same university as them.

So, like a really bad cold or the smell of dog shit on your shoe, Kuroo continued to linger in Daichi's life.

Kuroo's intentions toward Daichi were clear to Suga from the start, as were Suga's to him. They stewed in silent competition for months, passing like ships in the night as they each spent whatever time with Daichi they could, until it became increasingly obvious that either Daichi was the densest person on the planet or he just wasn't interested in them. Both Suga and Kuroo, in their infinite humility, absolutely refused to believe the latter, and so they met up to hatch this oh-so-disastrous plan.

One of the most frustrating things about this situation, though, is that Suga understands Daichi's dilemma. Loathe as he is to admit it, Kuroo is quite the catch. When he listens, it's with his fullest attention, and he has a way of looking at you like he's seeing straight through to your soul. It also doesn't hurt that he's muscular with legs for days and bedroom eyes that have a tendency to make Suga's stomach clench. 

Honestly, if he hadn't had his heart set on Daichi since their first year of high school, Suga might have tried to get with Kuroo instead. But the situation is what it is, and Suga's not giving up on Daichi.

"Cat got your tongue?" Kuroo murmurs when Suga fails to respond promptly.

"You've got a pretty mouth. Be a shame if someone punched you in it," Suga says sourly, and, okay, maybe he's hitting on Kuroo anyway. But it's not like he means it. Not really.

"You callin' me pretty?" Kuroo purrs.

"I'm calling you pretty stupid. Pretty immature. Pretty ridiculous."

Kuroo looms even closer over Suga, using the fourteen centimeters he has on the man to his every advantage. "All I'm hearin' is how much you wanna kiss me on my stupid pretty mouth."

"In your dreams," Suga scoffs in disgust. "As usual, you only hear what you want."

Kuroo smiles, because even in the dark of the evening he can see the flush on Suga's cheeks. Suga's always been fun to rile up, and, just like when he first met Yaku, he just can't help but push those buttons. He sees the chaotic man behind the mild-mannered veneer Suga puts on, and he can't help but want to expose it every chance he gets.

If he didn't like pushing Suga so much, they probably wouldn't be so terribly at odds right now. They might've been able to have a mature conversation about their feelings without resorting to this weeklong timeshare agreement that ends with Daichi being forced to choose.

Sometimes he gets the feeling that Daichi doesn't want to choose. He can feel the way Daichi looks at him, and see the way he looks at Suga. Hell, he saw the way they kissed just now, right at the tail end of Suga's part of their Friday night date, which was entirely against the rules they'd established. 

Kuroo only even saw the rule-breaking kiss because he'd been spying on the two of them since the end of his part of the date just like any normal person would in this kind of situation. He'd followed from a distance as they took a moonlit walk through a nearby park, holding hands and skipping stones on the pond and talking in voices too low for Kuroo to make out.

At first Kuroo thought Suga had fucked up, that there was no way a stupid walk was going to top the dinner he and Daichi'd had. But the longer he watched, the more he saw the gentle familiarity between them. He could hear the laughter from inside jokes he'd never understand but wanted to with all his heart, and he felt a little like he doesn't want Daichi to choose either. But despite the rebellious streak that Kuroo knows Daichi harbors inside, he also knows that Daichi is probably too straight-laced to even consider a three-way relationship. And so this is the route he must take.

"You know what we've got to do now," Kuroo says.

Suga's eyes widen, because of course they're on the same wavelength. They have the same trickster mind, after all. "No."

"It's only fair, and it's not your choice."

"Shut up. It's over, it's done, you're done—"

Kuroo takes a step back, allowing Suga some breathing room, but for some reason Suga only feels more dizzy once he's away.

"Daichi, may I kiss you?" Kuroo asks, and his voice is like velvet.

Daichi looks at the two of them, stuck between fury at their childish behavior in the middle of the street and longing at Kuroo's request. The longing wins out.

"Y-yes," he stammers.

Kuroo spares one last sardonic smile for Suga, then begins to turn toward Daichi. But just as he reaches forward to place a hand on Daichi's cheek to draw him into the kiss, Suga lunges forward and grabs Kuroo with two fistfuls of his jacket and hauls him in for a kiss instead.

Suga doesn't kiss Kuroo the way he'd kissed Daichi. Kuroo had seen the way Suga kissed him, gently and tenderly, like he wanted to treasure Daichi. Suga kisses Kuroo fiercely, possessively, like he wants to consume him. But Kuroo gives as good as he gets, and it's not until several long, heated moments later that they're pulling apart and panting.

Daichi thought he had been confused before. It was only natural, after spending two perfect days with Kuroo, then two perfect days with Suga, and then two perfect halves of one whole date with each of them. But after watching his two crushes and best friends fight and then inexplicably make out with each other, now he's more confused than ever. And maybe a little horny.

"Oh fuck," Suga whispers, and his hands fly to his mouth. Either to cover it in embarrassment or to prevent them from kissing again, Kuroo doesn't know, but he doesn't really care either.

"Yeah," Kuroo breathes, and then they're reaching for each other again.

This kiss is more gentle than the first, but still not as tender as the one Suga gave Daichi. Their mouths move in an exploratory fashion, tongues sliding along lips, teeth, each other. Suga feels one of Kuroo's large, warm hands press up against his back under his jacket, pulling him in close, and Suga winds his arms around Kuroo's neck. They don't break apart until Kuroo's other hand goes to his hip, thumb pressing circles against the bone there, and Suga lets out a soft involuntary moan.

"Holy shit," says Daichi on a shallow exhale.

They jump, having momentarily forgotten he was there, which is a bewildering fact in and of itself. Daichi's the whole reason they're here in the first place, the reason for the fight that had led to this flirting.

Kuroo reaches for Daichi with the hand that had been on Suga's hip, and Daichi takes it, allowing himself to be drawn in. Kuroo then moves his hand to Daichi's face like he'd intended to do before he'd been interrupted, and then he and Daichi lean in toward each other and their lips meet.

Suga still has his arms around Kuroo, so he's afforded an up close and personal view as the kiss turns from sweet and slow to fiery and fast. And rather than being turned off by seeing his longtime crush kiss his longtime rival, Suga is turned on. He likes seeing Daichi and Kuroo explore each other, especially as Kuroo's hand continues to rub up and down Suga's back in a soothing rhythm. He likes it a lot.

"Holy shit," Suga echoes when Kuroo and Daichi pull apart.

"Yeah," they both say.

Kuroo's hand falls to Daichi's shoulder, and Daichi has a hand on either of their waists, so Suga moves one hand to Daichi's jaw and cups it, turning his face toward him.

"Daichi," Suga says softly. "Be honest. Completely honest. What do you want?"

Daichi's face tenses, and Suga can suddenly see the war he's been fighting internally for probably the past year. "Both of you. I want both of you. And I know that's selfish and stupid and I shou—"

Suga cuts him off with a kiss, and Daichi responds eagerly. He thinks he can taste Kuroo on Daichi's lips, because he knows what Kuroo tastes like now, which is a thought that might've repulsed him just hours earlier but just sends a thrill up his spine instead.

"Then let's go upstairs," he murmurs.

Daichi looks starstruck. "W-what? Really?"

Suga turns to look up at Kuroo. "I assume you don't have a problem with that?"

"Lead the way," Kuroo replies, not completely managing to hide the eagerness in his tone.

The three of them disentangle themselves from each other and hurry into the lobby of the apartment building. Their hands continue to grasp at each other though, reaching for hips and shoulders and fingers and hair as they stumble through the lobby and to the elevator, snickering the whole time.

"Behave, behave," Daichi hisses as Kuroo wraps an arm around each of them and squeezes their asses.

"We are model citizens," Suga replies.

"Upstanding members of society," Kuroo agrees.

"Paradigms of moral behavior."

"Paragons of principles."

Suga and Kuroo grin at each other, and Daichi groans aloud at the glints of twin mischief in their eyes. If they're learning how to team up together and tease him instead of each other, he's never going to survive this.

Finally the elevator dings and lets them inside, and immediately Daichi is crowded into one of the corners. Kuroo is kissing him again while Suga mouths at his neck, and it's a good thing there's two of them holding him up otherwise he might just pass out from the sheer bliss and shock coursing through his veins right now.

"Door, door," Daichi mumbles, turning his head away from Kuroo's mouth when the elevator doors slide open on to his and Suga's floor.

"Come on," Kuroo says impatiently, hooking his fingers through both of their belt loops and dragging them out the open doors.

They rush to Daichi and Suga's apartment, giggling like schoolchildren sneaking in past curfew. Suga fumbles the keys while Kuroo stands behind Daichi and slips a hand under his shirt, rubbing over his stomach in a way that makes Daichi's heart flutter in his throat.

"Got it!" Suga announces triumphantly when he unlocks the door and lets them all in.

"Shh, shit!" Daichi exclaims upon seeing the pair of shoes sitting in the genkan. "Taiki's here!"

"Who cares," Suga replies, then turns and presses himself against Daichi, whose back is pressed against Kuroo's chest.

Kuroo leans over Daichi's shoulder and Suga meets him in another kiss, and Daichi's knees feel weak. This has to be a wet dream, Daichi thinks, because there's no way this can be real. But then they separate and Kuroo deposits kisses over Daichi's cheek and temple while Suga pulls the neckline of his shirt away to kiss at his collarbone, fingers plucking at the waistband of Daichi's jeans, and suddenly everything is far, far too real.

"Wait, wait, wait,," Daichi says, and they immediately release him.

Kuroo steps to the side and Daichi stumbles back to lean against the door, tipping his head back as he catches his breath. The other two are panting too as they stand before him, regarding him with patient, careful eyes.

"I…I need to know," Daichi says after a moment to gather his racing thoughts. "I need to know what this is. Because I honestly like the both of you, and I don't think I can decide. I want you two, and I want this, but I also know this isn't what you expected and—"

"Daichi," Kuroo interrupts. "I want this too. Both of you."

"R-really?" Daichi's voice cracks with happiness, and then the two of them look at Suga, who swallows.

He can't say that he's thought about this before. He knows that polyamorous relationships exist and are happy, and he knows there's lots of different ways those kinds of relationships can work, but he's just always assumed that monogamy was going to be the way for him like it is for so many.

But what's happening right now points very clearly to the possibility that this may be for him, even with fucking Kuroo. Especially with fucking Kuroo, if he's honest with himself. Half the time he was pissed at Kuroo was because of how flustered Kuroo made him, which he thought Kuroo did just to try to make fun of him or distract him from Daichi. But if Kuroo was doing it because he was sincerely interested in Suga too, well…

"I'm open to it," Suga replies. "I think we should probably have a very long talk about it, and we can do that right now if you really want, but…I'd rather suck you off instead and do all the talking later."

"Fuck," Daichi gasps, pressing the back of his shaking hand to his mouth.

"Hell yeah," Kuroo murmurs.

They look at Daichi, expectant, and he feels like the luckiest goddamn guy on the face of the planet.

"Yes, please," he says, and then they're fumbling and falling all over each other in their haste to reach his bedroom.

Once they close Daichi's bedroom door, he's immediately pushed up against it. Kuroo's attacking his neck with a fervor while Suga sinks to his knees and lifts the hem of Daichi's shirt, then kisses and licks over his stomach. Searing heat curls in his stomach at the feel of their mouths, both hot and wet and focused on him.

"What—how—how are we gonna do this?" Daichi asks, because he has no idea how sex between three people is supposed to work.

"Fuck me," Suga and Kuroo both say at the same time. They turn to each other and sneer, a hint of their usual animosity resurfacing.

"Fuck off," Kuroo says.

"Fuck you!" Suga snaps.

"Fuck yeah," Kuroo breathes, then reaches down and grabs Suga by the jacket, yanking him up into a bruising kiss.

Daichi's sweating with adrenaline and anticipation by the time they pull apart, their mouths slick and red. Then they turn to him and smile, each grabbing him by a wrist and pulling him over to the bed. Kuroo shoves the jacket off his shoulders while Suga makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them down his thighs as Kuroo pushes him backwards so he lands on the mattress.

"Shit," Daichi whispers, dizzy with lust and longing as Suga rips his jeans all the way free of his ankles while Kuroo begins mouthing at his cock over the fabric of his boxers.

"Hey, no fair," Suga hisses, crawling up on to the bed so he can get at Daichi's groin too.

"I think there'll be plenty for both of us," Kuroo says, teasing his fingers over the thick length.

Heat pulses through Daichi, headed straight for his crotch, and if he wasn't all the way hard before then he definitely is now. They keep up with the teasing, though, making a complete mess of his underwear between the precum he's spilling and both of their saliva. Finally they take pity on him and nudge his hips up the bed so they can slide the boxers off.

"Oh my god," Suga moans at the sight of Daichi's cock.

"It's so pretty," Kuroo murmurs. "How is it so fucking pretty?"

"He's pretty," Suga counters. "He's built like a Greek god."

"Like an Adonis."

"Yeah."

"S-stop that," Daichi mumbles in embarrassment, putting his hands over his eyes.

"Do you want us to?" Suga asks, and they immediately stop touching him.

Daichi feels the loss of their hands like a punch to the gut, and when he looks at them he's annoyed at the mischievous looks on their faces. "Of course not."

"What do you want, Sa'amura?" Kuroo asks.

"I—"

"You've gotta tell us," Suga says.

Face burning with embarrassment, Daichi mumbles, "I want you to touch me."

"Hm?"

He barely restrains an annoyed sigh and wonders when his type became 'people who live to tease him.' "I said, I want you to touch me."

"Maybe in a minute," Kuroo says, then he slides his fingers in Suga's hair and pulls him in for a kiss.

Suga smiles under Kuroo's mouth, accepting the hot and insistent kisses and opening his mouth to Kuroo's tongue. He slides Kuroo's jacket off, and Kuroo throws it away from them, then slides his hands around Suga's hips and slides past the waistband to grope at Suga's ass over his underwear.

Daichi bites back a moan at the sight of them illuminated by the moonlight filtering in through his window, especially when Suga throws his own jacket away and also goes for Kuroo's pants—but his hand slips down the front instead. Kuroo sighs breathily as Suga massages his thickening cock, and Daichi feels his own dick twitch at the sight. He's just about to wrap a hand around himself when Suga slaps him on the wrist.

"Oh, come on," Daichi groans, but he pulls his hand back anyway.

Kuroo and Suga grin at each other.

"Think he's had enough?" Suga asks.

"For now," Kuroo replies, and Daichi curses under his breath but doesn't complain when both of them return to kneeling on either side of him.

They lean in close and press little kisses to Daichi's shaft where it lays stiff against his stomach. He groans and puts his fingers in their hair, marveling at the different textures. Kuroo's is coarse and thick where Suga's is fine and soft, and like with everything when it comes to these two men, Daichi likes them both.

Kuroo extends a hand to lift Daichi's cock, and then the two of them are licking around the head and shaft, tongues and lips meeting as they slide over Daichi's dick. It's probably the hottest thing Daichi's ever seen, and he feels a beat of trepidation as he wonders how he's ever going to survive this night.

Suga goes down on him first, and Daichi half expects Kuroo to complain about it, but the black-haired man just watches with fascination as Suga bobs up and down on Daichi's dick. After a few moments, he pops off with a ridiculously wet noise, and then Kuroo's wide lips envelope him.

"Oh, shit," Daichi breathes, and Suga chuckles under his breath as he leans down to suck at Daichi's balls while Kuroo continues to work over his cock.

"D'you wanna cum like this Sa'amura?" Kuroo asks. His mouth looks obscene, glistening with spit and precum, and Daichi very much wants to kiss it again.

Daichi opens his mouth to respond, but Suga chooses that moment to suck the tip into his mouth hard, and Daichi loses the ability to speak for a moment.

"He told us," Suga says after a minute. "He wants the both of us."

"You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"If he wants that, we'll have to flip a coin."

"I'm fine with that."

"Interesting."

"What?" Daichi asks, too dizzy to comprehend what they're insinuating at.

"Dai," Suga says gently, stretching out a hand to caress Daichi's cheek, "would you like to be between us?"

Daichi doesn't comprehend the meaning at first. He's already between them, technically, on the bed, and then he realizes. Between them. As in, fucking one of them while getting fucked by the other.

"Yes," he whispers hoarsely, overcome by the desire.

"Do you have a preference?" Kuroo asks.

Daichi shakes his head, overwhelmed by both possibilities, and they grin. The two of them look almost feral, and Daichi wonders if there's going to be anything left of him in the morning once they're done with him.

Kuroo fishes a coin out of his wallet and says, "You or me?"

"Me," Suga says in response.

Kuroo nods and flips the coin in the air, then catches it and slaps it down on his arm. When he lifts his hand, the flower side of the yen coin shows.

"Top," Suga interprets happily, then smiles down at Daichi. "C'mere, big boy."

Daichi rolls his eyes but sits up when Suga tugs at his shirt. Still kneeling on either side of him, they pull his shirt up over his head and then attack him once more, with Suga capturing his lips while Kuroo licks over his pecs, both of them grasping his erection and jerking him in a way that makes him shudder.

"We like you so much, Dai," Suga murmurs, peppering kisses all over Daichi's face.

"How'd we get so lucky?" Kuroo says.

Their hands and mouths explore his body meticulously. Fingers trace over every jut and curve of his torso like they're trying to memorize him. Tongues and lips tickle his neck and nipples as they traverse his skin and whisper praises like prayers. Daichi feels dizzy under the weight of love and appreciation they're showing him, and he wants to return the favor.

"Why am I the only one naked?" Daichi growls, curling his fingers at the hem of Kuroo's shirt.

"So impatient," Suga teases, but he reaches over and helps get Kuroo's shirt off. Daichi then pulls Kuroo into a deep kiss, and Suga kisses a line straight down from his sternum to his belly button.

"Fuck, Suga," Kuroo bites out once Suga's undone his jeans and pushed both them and his underwear down to mid-thigh.

Suga grins and bends over, taking Kuroo's cock in his mouth. It's not as thick as Daichi's, but it's long and smooth and Suga enjoys the feel of it. He massages around the crown with his tongue and hums happily when Kuroo's hand curls in his hair, which causes Kuroo to curse loudly. Kuroo then uses the grip in his hair to guide Suga's head back up and then the three of them try kissing at the same time. There's no way to do this nicely, and there's more tongue tangling than actual kissing, but they like it anyway.

"D'you wanna prep him?" Kuroo asks once they part.

"No, you can," Suga replies. "I'll do you while I fuck him."

"Shit," Daichi and Kuroo whisper, and then they look at each other and kiss again.

Suga laughs and then moves, stripping away the rest of his clothes before going to rest against the headboard. "Come here, Dai."

Daichi goes willingly, and Suga arranges him so Daichi's laying against his chest and cradled between his legs. Suga slips his arms around Daichi's torso and strokes his fingers lightly over the chest and abdomen. Daichi is bulky—pretty much always has been—and Suga loves feeling his weight against him like this, solid and comforting. His own dick has received no attention at this point, and can't with Daichi pressed up against him, but Suga's fine with that because it means he'll last longer once he's inside of Daichi. He salivates a little at the thought and presses a kiss to Daichi's cheek.

Meanwhile, Kuroo's finished ridding himself of his clothes, and he stands there twirling the lube he'd found in Daichi's bedside table while he stares at them.

"Well aren't you two a pretty sight," he purrs.

"I think we have the better view," Daichi replies, taking in all 188cm of Kuroo's lean muscled frame.

"Mm, I think I'm the winner here," Suga says and slides his hands down Daichi's chest as he grins appreciatively at Kuroo.

Kuroo laughs and climbs back onto the bed, nudging Daichi's legs apart as he settles between them. "How're you feeling, Sa'amura?"

"For fuck's sake, Kuroo, you're about to have your fingers up my ass. Call me by my given name," Daichi snaps exasperatedly.

"You first."

Daichi realizes hypocrisy in the family name slipping out, but when he goes to say Tetsurou the word dries up in his mouth. He blushes.

"That's what I thought," Kuroo teases.

"Tetsurou."

Daichi and Kuroo both blink at Suga, who's smiling at Kuroo with a fondness that's never been directed at him before.

"Yes, Koushi?" Kuroo says slowly, testing the name out.

"Prep him nice and good, okay?" Suga asks, teasing his fingers over the skin of Daichi's abdomen, getting close to but not touching Daichi's dick where it lays there, red and leaking and probably aching. Daichi's muscles twitch under the skin, and Suga smiles.

"You got it," Kuroo replies. "Daichi, you ready?"

Daichi swallows heavily, nerves and hormones making his brain swirl, but he can feel Suga behind him and see Kuroo in front of him and knows he's exactly where he wants to be. "Yes, ah…T-Tetsurou."

Kuroo smiles. "Good."

He uncaps the lube and squirts it onto his fingers, rubbing it around in an attempt to warm it up before he nudges Daichi's legs further apart and reaches to stroke against Daichi's entrance. Daichi shudders with adrenaline and apprehension, and Suga murmurs reassurances in his ear while distracting him with soothing touches. His eyes slide closed, lulled by the caresses of both his lovers, and that's when Kuroo slides the first finger in.

It feels a little wrong at first, like something's inside him that shouldn't be, which he supposes makes sense. But as Kuroo moves rhythmically in and out, he gets used to the feeling. The burn and stretch face as he focuses on Suga's gentle touches and Kuroo's steady rhythm.

"How's that, Dai?" Suga asks, breath blowing warm against Daichi's ear.

"Good."

"You ready for the second?" Kuroo asks.

"If you think so," Daichi replies. "I trust you."

Kuroo nods but spends a few more moments stroking Daichi's insides before he pulls out and grabs the lube again. Daichi feels apprehensive again, but Suga kisses his neck and he relaxes again. Kuroo pushes two fingers inside of him then, and the burn is so intense that his toes curl.

"Relax, baby," Kuroo whispers, and kisses the inside of Daichi's thigh. "I've got you."

Being inside Daichi feels incredible. His hole is tight, tight, tight around Kuroo's fingers, practically sucking him in every time he pushes forward. Fingering someone open takes a significant amount focus, which is difficult to maintain between Daichi's breathy moans and Suga's hot stare. Still, he methodically begins scissoring once he feels Daichi relax more, spreading his fingers when he pulls them out to stretch at Daichi's rim.

Once Daichi's moaning openly at Kuroo's actions, he squirts more lube over his fingers and adds the third. Now that Daichi's really getting into it, his hips rocking in time with Kuroo's movements, Kuroo turns his hand palm-side up and curls his fingers, searching. It only takes a few moments for him to find it, and he knows because Daichi suddenly arches his back up with a shout before slumping back down against Suga.

"There it is," Suga says proudly, and Kuroo grins.

He works Daichi open a while longer, savoring in the pleasure he's giving to this man that he cares so much for. His other hand strokes soothingly over Daichi's right thigh. They're thick with muscle, easily one of Daichi's best traits—and there's a lot, because this man is an entire package—and they quiver under Kuroo's touch. He fantasizes about fucking himself between them someday.

"I think he's ready," Kuroo says finally.

"Are you ready?" Suga murmurs into Daichi's ear.

Daichi nods.

"I want to hear you."

"Yes, I'm ready, please."

"Please what?"

Daichi whines a little, and Kuroo pulls his fingers all the way out, causing Daichi to whine even more. His cheeks are bright red, and Kuroo loves seeing him so flustered like this.

"I want you, K-Koushi," Daichi finally manages. "Please."

Suga leans over and guides Daichi's head up, kissing him hard. Kuroo stretches up on his knees, balancing his hands on either side of them, and peppers kisses along both of their cheeks. Suga laughs, and they pull away to each give him a kiss on the lips as well.

"Lay next to him," Suga tells Kuroo as he extricates himself from behind Daichi.

They do as instructed and lay back against the bed, trading heated kisses while Suga digs the condoms out of the bedside drawer. He kneels on the bed once more and slicks himself up with lube while watching the two men writhe against each other on the bed, and he salivates with longing. He rolls the condom down his length, then rubs even more lube over himself before stroking a hand over Daichi's calf with his left hand and slipping two fingers of his right into Daichi's wet hole to get his attention.

It works. Daichi moans, rolling away from Kuroo to his back again as he stares up at Suga with heat and desire. Suga fingerfucks him a bit, making sure he's still loose from Kuroo's ministrations and also finding joy in quickly locating Daichi's prostate. Within moments Daichi's whimpering and grasping at the sheets and Kuroo's arm.

"Ready?" Suga asks.

"Fuck me," Daichi says.

And really, who is Suga to deny him?

Kuroo props himself up on an elbow and lays on his side, smoothing his hand over Daichi's abdomen the way Suga was earlier and kissing his cheek. Daichi's eyelids flutter at the soothing feeling, but they fly open once Suga presses against his entrance. Suga feels a bout of nerves sweep through him, but he swallows them down and smiles at Daichi, then pushes in.

Daichi's mouth pops open, and every muscle in his body goes tight. He's had sex before, but he's never been fucked, and the feeling is entirely overwhelming. He can feel Suga inside him, and even though it's just the tip he already feels so much fuller than he did with three of Kuroo's long fingers.

"Holy shit," Suga breathes.

Daichi just nods in response.

"You've gotta relax," Kuroo murmurs. "Just breathe."

He follows the advice and sucks in a tremulous breath through his nose, then lets it out his mouth. As he does, he can feel himself loosen, and he nods at Suga to keep going. Suga's breathing is ragged to as he pushes oh so slowly, centimeter by centimeter, into Daichi until finally his hips are flush against Daichi's ass.

Suga can't recall how many times he's dreamed of this moment, of being here with Daichi in a state like this, and now it's finally here and happening and it almost makes him want to cry with joy. He's fantasized about so many different iterations of this—variations in time, place, position, and more—but he never imagined it would happen like it is, with Kuroo beside them watching and encouraging and participating.

His younger self would be furious, probably, or feel like it was a partial betrayal or that Suga was settling for only having part of Daichi, but that's not how it feels. Daichi is and always has been one of the most important people in Suga's life, and he's always wanted to make Daichi as happy as possible. Kuroo makes Daichi happy, and seeing that makes Suga happy. They both care deeply for this man beside them, and even possibly for each other. Suga knows they have a lot of complicated stuff they'll need to talk out, but right now he has a suspicion that what they have might be pretty perfect.

"How's it feel?" Kuroo asks, running a hand up and down Suga's trembling arm.

"So…so good," Suga whispers. "Dai, you feel incredible."

"Y-you too," Daichi says in a strangled voice. He's flushed all across his chest, sweat and spit glistening over his torso, neck long and exposed with the way his head is tipped back and digging into the mattress. Suga doesn't think he's ever looked prettier.

"Let me know when I'm good to move," Suga says.

Daichi nods, and he wraps a hand around Suga's wrist where it's gripping his hip. He breathes and lets him feel every sensation coming through his body, then tells Suga to move. Suga does so, gently, and at first Daichi feels more burn than pleasure, but as he grows used to the feeling of Suga moving inside him he begins to recognize the zings of pleasure that thrill up his spine.

"Oh, fuck," Daichi moans when Suga begins to pick up speed.

Suga smiles, digging his fingers into the skin of Daichi's waist as the heat and tightness threaten to absolutely consume him. He has to hold out, though, has to take his time. Kuroo's being very patient, after all.

The black-haired man in question is on his side, lazily kissing Daichi's neck and shoulder as he slowly jerks himself off, just enough to keep himself hard. They make eye contact, and Suga's cock twitches where it's buried inside Daichi, and he wonders how he was able to mask his attraction to Kuroo as aggravation for so long.

"You ready?" Suga asks him.

"Fuck yeah," Kuroo all but growls, snatching up the lube and rolling over to his back. He throws his right leg over Daichi to ready himself for Suga's fingers.

Suga slows his rhythm but doesn't stop as he takes the lube and slicks up his fingers, then reaches out and massages over Kuroo's hole. It twitches eagerly against his fingers like it's trying to grab him and pull him in, and he smiles as he slides the first finger inside. Kuroo arches into the touch, moaning softly, and Suga can tell he's done this before. He settles his thrusts into a steady rhythm, working his cock and his finger in his partners' asses.

"Look at you both," Suga murmurs, "all spread out for me."

Kuroo moans when Suga adds lube and slips the second finger in, and Suga begins spreading his fingers to stretch Kuroo's inner walls as he moves. Daichi slides his arm underneath Kuroo's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Their mouths and tongues move sloppily against each other, and they soon give it up to just press their foreheads together and pant into each other's mouths as Suga fucks into them both.

"That's right," Suga says, pleased as Kuroo opens easily for him. "You're being so good, Testu. Never knew all I had to do to shut you up was stuff your ass with my fingers."

Kuroo snorts, and it's an ugly sound, but it gets Suga even hotter. "You wanted me the whole time and you know it, Koushi."

"Maybe so," Suga agrees warmly, and he adds a third finger. He quickly finds Kuroo's prostate, and it isn't long before Kuroo is shaking and keening beneath him. Daichi's moaning as he presses his face into the side of Kuroo's, one hand stroking over the trembling leg that's thrown across him while the other is buried in Kuroo's perpetually messy hair.

"I-I'm ready," Kuroo gasps after Suga strokes over his prostate once again.

"Are you?" Suga asks. "Daichi's pretty thick."

He reaches forward and gives Daichi's swollen cock one solid stroke before dropping it again, to Daichi's very loud dismay. Suga laughs it off, though, and grabs the lube. Kuroo watches wide-eyed as Suga squirts even more over his hand and adds his pinky to the mix. The black-haired man arches almost completely off the bed at the feeling of the stretch, and Suga grins.

It's not entirely practical to fingerfuck someone with four fingers. He can't go as deep because of the knuckles, and it takes away some of the flexibility in his control, but the stretch is the true goal here. He wasn't kidding about Daichi's girth, and he wants to make sure Kuroo is prepared. Kuroo is soon gasping and arching off the bed, practically fucking himself against Suga's hand with the way he rocks his hips into the touch. Suga

Finally, he withdraws from the both of them, and they whine in protest. Suga laughs at the petulant behavior but otherwise ignores it, because they're all about to experience something much better.

"Come here," he coaxes Daichi, lifting Kuroo's leg off of him and pulling him upright by the hands. Suga guides him to his knees in front of Kuroo, who's stroking his dick again while looking at them with eyes glazed over by lust, his other arm pillowed under his head. He looks the picture of debauchery, especially with the hickeys already blooming over his neck and chest and the little puddles of precum on his stomach.

Suga lubes Daichi and does the condom for him, since Daichi's very nearly blissed out of his mind already, and Suga feels a note of pride at that. He hasn't even gone hard yet, having sacrificed some of his technique to focus on Kuroo. He doesn't mind, though, as he has a feeling that it'll all pay off in just a few moments.

Kuroo watches as Suga preps Daichi, and a feeling too large and serious for this moment begins to well up in his chest. He cares about the two of them, so much, more than perhaps he's ever realized, and more than that he trusts them. He trusts that Suga took every care in opening him up, and he trusts that Daichi will be as gentle and loving as he is in all things.

The breath escapes his lungs when he feels Daichi line himself up, tip pressing against his hole. He really is thick, which Kuroo knew from sucking and jerking him earlier in this adventure, but it's another thing entirely to have it about to be inside him. Suga's kneeling behind Daichi, not fucking him again just yet, simply guiding and encouraging and whispering in Daichi's ear.

"Tetsurou," Daichi says huskily, and Kuroo's dick twitches at the sound. "Are you good?"

"Yes," Kuroo huffs. He's wanted this for so long, and he can't believe he's finally about to have it. Kenma and Bokuto aren't going to believe him when he tells them. "Please, Daichi."

Daichi nods and pushes into him, the tight ring of muscle giving way to his insistence, and Kuroo sees stars. 

"Fuck, oh f-fuck, ah—" Kuroo cries, hands digging in to the sheets around him as his knees snap up and grip Daichi's hips.

"Is it good, Tetsu?" Suga asks.

"Yes, yes, shit!"

Kuroo almost feels like he's being split open, and he's glad Suga went for the fourth finger during his preparations. Daichi feels just this shy of painful, but he's being slow and careful, allowing Kuroo to adjust to the size of him, and the adrenaline coursing through him numbs most of the pain signals anyway.

Finally, after what feels like an age, Daichi's bottomed out inside of him.

"Fuck," Daichi grunts, shaking where he's holding himself up over Kuroo.

"Yes, honey, take it in," Suga murmurs, kissing over Daichi's shoulders.

Kuroo reaches up and hooks his fingers behind Daichi's jaw, drawing him into a desperate kiss while he assimilates to the feeling of being so goddamn full, and he feels one of Suga's hands rubbing soothingly over his leg. This might be the happiest he's ever felt in his life, he thinks, and he releases Daichi so the man can straighten up and fuck him properly.

"You can move," he tells Daichi, and when he does Kuroo begins to feel nirvana. He aches with longing every time Daichi pulls out almost to the tip only to be filled again moments later when Daichi slides back in. Pleasure courses through him in waves, spurred on by the push-pull rhythm of Daichi's cock inside of him.

Several minutes later, Daichi starts moaning above him, and it's not the grunts of effort and satisfaction he's been hearing. This is higher-pitched, breathier, and Kuroo knows Suga's fingering him again.

"You want me again?" Suga asks.

"Please," Daichi whispers.

Kuroo licks his lips, almost envious of what Daichi's about to feel, but there'll be time for him to experience that in the future, he hopes. Tonight is all about Daichi, about making him feel good in apology for making him suffer by being caught between the two of them for so long. He can't believe they've been so stupid. They could've been doing this the whole time.

He reaches up the bed and grabs a pillow, then lifts his hips and slides it underneath so Daichi has a better angle to fuck and get fucked at. Daichi places his hands into the mattress at either side of Kuroo's ribs and smiles down at him. Suga rubs Daichi's back, then guides himself to Daichi's entrance again.

"Here I go," he says, and slides his cock home once more.

Daichi shudders and drops his head against Kuroo's chest, and Kuroo threads his fingers through Daichi's hair, rubbing his arm comfortingly. Suga moves patiently, but not quite as slowly as before since Daichi's already had him inside. As he fucks into Daichi, the movement of his hips stirs Daichi's, causing him to move inside of Kuroo, and Kuroo feels a rush of heat go through him.

"Oh yeah," he said. "Fuck me through him, Koushi."

Suga groans and bites his lip, then picks up his speed some. Daichi straightens up then and moves his hips again as well. Together the two of them settle into a rhythm where Suga fucks into Daichi as he's pulling out of Kuroo, which forces his hips forward again, and the cycle continues.

He's thought it so many times already tonight, but this really is a dream come true. Having the two of them here like this—beside him, with him, inside of him—is more than he'd ever let himself hope for. But now it's here and they're here and they want the same things he wants, and he doesn't know what he's ever done to deserve this much love and affection.

Daichi's not going to last much longer, he knows. The feeling is too overwhelming as he fucks into Kuroo and back onto Suga. He's filling and being filled at the same time, feeling touches and sensations everywhere it's possible to feel them, especially as Kuroo and Suga's wandering hands stroke over his back, his chest, his hips, his legs. They keep murmuring things to him about how good he is, how beautiful, how kind and gentle and caring, and how much they like him, and it's pushing him further and further toward the edge.

"I-I'm close," Suga warns, and Daichi fucks both Kuroo and himself harder.

Kuroo and Suga cry out in surprise. The bed shakes with the force of their movements, and he knows they're all being so loud, but he can't find it in himself to hush them. Moments later Suga's hips stutter, and then he's pounding into Daichi with precise, punchy thrusts as his orgasm sweeps over him. Daichi keeps moving, not wanting to let up on Kuroo's pleasure, and fucks Suga through his ecstasy for all it's worth.

"Oh, shit," Suga whimpers as he pulls out and flops down on the bed next to Kuroo. He doesn't rest, though, and leans over to place his mouth on Kuroo's cock.

Kuroo lets out a high-pitched cry, curling his fingers into Suga's hair as his mouth works over Kuroo's dick. The fire inside of Daichi's gut burns even brighter at the sight of them, at this literal fantasy happening before him, and he pistons sharply in and out of Kuroo, whose whole body jolts as he comes in Suga's mouth. Suga slurps messily, and some of the cum dribbles past his lips and down the shaft, but he catches it with deft fingers.

Daichi pulls out when Kuroo's aftershocks begin to fade, not wanting to be too rough with the man's oversensitivity. With shaky hands he pulls the condom off and ties the end, watching with a jolt of desire as Kuroo licks his own cum off Suga's fingers and lips, and then Daichi wraps a hand around himself.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Kuroo says encouragingly once he's done cleaning Suga up.

Daichi sits back on his heels, and he already can feel an ache and sting coming from his backside and knows he's going to be sore in the morning, but whatever pain comes with the dawn is gonna be worth it—worth this—worth them. Kuroo sits up with a groan, and then he and Suga are laying on their stomachs before him, batting his hand away so they can do it for him.

With both of them stretched out before him and two hands gripping his erection, Daichi spills his load in seconds, and they eagerly lap up every last drop that pulses out of him. His body is wracked with powerful tremors of pleasure, and he can't remember the last time he came this hard—if he's ever come this hard before. It's several long moments before he feels like he exists on a physical plane again.

He collapses to his side and is dimly aware of the both of them moving to cuddle up to him. Kuroo curves himself along Daichi's back while Suga tucks himself against Daichi's chest and fits his face to Daichi's neck. Several long moments pass as they catch their breath and calm their racing heartbeats.

Part of Daichi thinks he might love them already. It might be rushing, it might be just fueled by the hormones coursing through his veins, and it might be true. He's liked them for so long, and he's known them even longer, so maybe it makes sense. But he decides to keep quiet. They're going to need to talk about a lot of things, and he doesn't want to push them too far too fast, so he'll hold on to it for now, and he smiles at the thought of someday telling them.

Once Daichi thinks his head is no longer hazed over with sex and dopamine, he clears his throat and speaks. "So, uh…us. This is—it's—we're—this is real, right? The three of us?"

Kuroo and Suga sit up slightly, and Kuroo and pushes at Daichi's shoulder so he's on his back and the three of them can look at each other. Suga and Kuroo turn toward each other first, though, and Daichi can see an understanding pass through them before they lean forward and kiss above Daichi. The kiss is soft and tender, and it's the most gentle exchange Daichi has ever seen the two of them have.

Suga looks down at him and strokes a finger along Daichi's jawline. "Yeah, Dai. It's real."

"And there's—there's no more choosing?"

Kuroo shakes his head in agreement. "No more choosing."

"Good," Daichi whispers, and his heart feels like it might split open with happiness. Embarrassingly he feels tears begin to well up in his eyes, and of course they notice. They coo teasingly as they press kisses to his cheeks and chin and forehead, and he laughs obligingly, then brings his arms up to hug his two (two!) boyfriends to his chest.