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All things considered, Kuroo is pretty pleased with his life. 

He has a job that he loves and finds fulfilling, enough money to play with, a great apartment, nice suits, and Bokuto Koutarou pinned against the wall of his shower, his head tilted back by the fistful of his hair that Kuroo is holding as Kuroo drags his tongue up the length of his throat. 

Kuroo shoves Bokuto down onto the shower bench, keeping a tight handle on his hair to bend his neck back. He’s panting, grappling at Kuroo desperately and digging his nails into Kuroo’s sides, his hips bucking and twitching upwards for contact as his beautiful cock bobs hard and untouched between his legs. 

“Open,” Kuroo says. 

Bokuto holds his mouth open and Kuroo spits into his mouth, follows it with his thumb to spread it across his tongue and make him swallow it. 

“Suck my cock.” 

Bokuto looks up at him with a dark grin and opens his mouth again, making no move to do anything himself. Kuroo smiles and dives down to kiss him, hot and bruising. He pulls away and yanks Bokuto’s head forward, lining up his cock with those plush lips and driving inside. He places his hands on the back of Bokuto’s neck and pumps his hips, fucking his cock into his throat and tossing his head back with a groan. 

He looks down at Bokuto and smiles. He loves this boy. 

He pulls his cock out of Bokuto’s mouth and slaps it against his cheeks, against his nose, making him messy with his own spit. Fuck it. They’re already in the shower, and the water washes everything away in an instant. Bokuto looks up at Kuroo as he wraps a hand around Kuroo’s cock, stroking it while he catches his breath. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Kuroo says. “It makes me want to fuck you up.” 

He runs a hand over Bokuto’s wet hair, pushes an errant few locks away where they’re stuck to his face. Bokuto looks up at him so pretty and trusting, being so good where he sits patiently waiting for his cock. 

Bokuto smiles, and Kuroo leans down to kiss him again. He can’t stand to go without it for very long, these days. 

He wants to get Bokuto dirty, wants to mark him, wants to claim him like some kind of animal. Bokuto’s hand is still moving on his cock, and Kuroo reaches down to place his hand over Bokuto’s, holding it steady. Bokuto looks up at him questioningly. 

“You want it?” 

Bokuto nods, and Kuroo grins, capturing his lips. He allows piss to stream from his slit and it makes Bokuto jump as he feels it splash against his chest, having expected his come. It takes him a second to process what’s happening, and once he does he moans, low and loud against Kuroo’s lips, gripping at Kuroo’s thigh with his free hand. 

“Kuroo, fuck-” 

Kuroo laughs and sinks down into Bokuto’s lap once he’s finished, nipping at Bokuto’s lower lip as he finally allows their cocks to meet, wrapping a hand around both of them. Bokuto wraps his arms around Kuroo’s neck, bucking his hips upwards. 

“You’re so good for me,” Kuroo murmurs. “My good boy.” 

Bokuto whines, driving his hips up shamelessly. It’s rough, and there’s basically no lubrication as the water washes everything away, but it’s so fucking good it’s making Kuroo’s head spin. 

Not the worst way to start his morning. 

Back in the bedroom, Bokuto moans into the sheets, on his knees with his chest pressed to the mattress, gripping at fistfuls of bedding as Kuroo kneels behind him with his tongue in his ass. Kuroo pulls back and slaps Bokuto’s ass, not hard enough to hurt but enough to surprise him, mostly so that he can watch it bounce. 

He leans down and buries his face in Bokuto’s ass again, eating him out like he’s starving, laving his tongue over his rim and flicking it against him, dipping it inside. Bokuto tries to rock back against Kuroo’s face, and Kuroo pushes his hips forward to pin him flat against the mattress without stopping his movements. 

“Fuck! Kuroo!” 

Kuroo grins and pulls back, nipping at the meat of his cheeks and biting down, suckling on the flesh. Bokuto’s hips stutter and he jolts, and Kuroo slaps his ass again as he pulls away. 

“Don’t come.” 

Bokuto groans in frustration, rutting his hips against the sheets at the loss. Kuroo reaches over for the bottle of lube he’d left out, pulling one of Bokuto’s cheeks aside to drizzle it over his rim, letting it drip down his perineum to his balls. Bokuto moans and lifts his ass up, rocking it from side to side. 

“Be patient,” Kuroo says. 

He lines up his cock and slides it through the mess of lube he’s created, pressing Bokuto’s cheeks together and fucking through them, rubbing his cock against his hole. Bokuto whines, trying to roll his hips back to lure Kuroo inside of him, and Kuroo laughs, gripping his cheeks tighter and speeding up his pace. 

Kuroo drapes his body over Bokuto’s and wraps an arm around him, nipping at his ear. 

“What happened to being good for me?” 

“You’re so fucking mean,” Bokuto gasps. 

“Yeah? I’m mean?” Kuroo asks, a lilt of faux sympathy to his voice. 

Bokuto just whines, bringing a hand to Kuroo’s arm and working his hips back against him, grinding back against his dick and forward against the sheets. Kuroo stops moving completely and pins him down by his hip and Bokuto groans, letting his head fall forward. 

Kuroo climbs off of him and flips him over onto his back, and Bokuto immediately spreads his legs for him, grabbing the backs of his thighs and pulling them back. Kuroo smiles and takes his legs, pulling them out straight and pressing them down. Bokuto stares at him, confused, as Kuroo straddles him, taking another handful of lube and bringing it to his cock, stroking it to slick him up. 

“Wait, Kuroo-” 

Kuroo doesn’t wait. He lines up Bokuto’s cock with his hole and sinks down. Bokuto jolts, his hips stuttering in confusion as Kuroo takes him to the hilt.  

“No-!!” Bokuto groans, tossing his head back petulantly. 

“No?” Kuroo asks. He doesn’t give Bokuto any warm up, nor does he ease him into it. He places his hands on Bokuto’s pecs and grabs them for leverage to drive his hips down hard and mean onto Bokuto’s cock. “Want me to stop?” 

“No,” Bokuto whines, reaching up to grab at the headboard behind him. “Damn it– please don’t stop-”

“Not what you wanted, huh?” Kuroo asks, grinning devilishly as he bounces on Bokuto’s cock hard enough to make the bedframe creak in protest. 

“Fuck you,” Bokuto whines, the lines of his body drawn taut as he grips at the headboard.

“Yeah, that’s what you’re doing, baby,” Kuroo says. “I thought you liked that, getting to fuck me. Didn’t you fill me up yesterday? Now you don’t like it anymore?” 

“You know- aah-!” Bokuto gasps. “What I meant-!!” 

Kuroo grins and leans back, planting his palms on Bokuto’s knees behind him and pulling his knees up so that Bokuto can see everything. And as expected, he can’t resist, looking down to watch as Kuroo slams down on his cock, the way it makes his own bounce and slap against his stomach. 

“You don’t like it, huh?” Kuroo asks. “Don’t like it when I ride your pretty cock? Don’t like filling me up?” 

Bokuto tosses his head back. “So fucking mean-” 

“Yeah, baby, I know,” Kuroo says. “I’m so mean to you.” 

He leans forward again on his knees and grabs at Bokuto’s pecs, pinches at his nipples to make Bokuto cry out, hiding his face against his raised arm. Kuroo leans over and drags his tongue up the length of his armpit, biting at the soft flesh on the inside of his bicep. 

“Tetsu-!!” 

“Wear your sleeves,” Kuroo says, and bites down. 

Bokuto gives a ragged gasp and snatches Kuroo by a fistful of his hair, tugging him up to kiss him. Kuroo groans against his lips, feeds Bokuto his tongue and bites at his lip. Bokuto brings his hands to Kuroo’s hips and plants his feet to drive up into his body rough and fast, the sound of it echoing off the walls. 

“Fuck,” Kuroo hisses. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.”

“Yeah?” Bokuto gasps. 

“Yeah, you are,” Kuroo says. “I fucking love it–” 

It’s a close call, and one he’s not ready to make, but he ignores it, crushing his lips against Bokuto’s again. Bokuto strikes his prostate again and again, and it’s making him see stars. Bokuto is fucking him hard and fast and desperate, the way he was when Kuroo made him hump a pillow to get off, pitiful and singleminded. 

“Gonna come-” Bokuto whines. 

“Already?” Kuroo admonishes. 

“Fuck you-” 

“That soon? You really can’t hold it back?” Kuroo asks, and tenses his pelvic floor to make it tight for him. 

Bokuto cries out, digging his nails in and dragging them up Kuroo’s back, and it makes him gasp. 

“Not what you wanted, but now you wanna fill me up?” Kuroo asks. “Wanna fuck me full of your come till I’m dripping with it?” 

“Shut up-” Bokuto groans. 

Kuroo laughs and fucks back against him. The rhythm is perfect, so hard and dirty that it’s sending them both toward the edge.  

“You still think I’m mean?” Kuroo asks. “Mean enough to let you breed me, then keep it there nice and warm so you can fuck it out of me later-” 

He’s cut off as Bokuto suddenly flips their positions and tosses him down onto his back, grabbing his knees and pressing them back to fold him in half as he starts up fast and heavy. 

“Shit-” Kuroo groans, reaching his arms out to grab at the footboard. 

Bokuto covers him with his body, keeping his knees pinned as he slams into him. 

“You never shut up unless I make you,” he says, breathless. 

“And you’re not making me,” Kuroo bites back. “Too focused on how bad you wanna fuck me full of your come. It’s tight, huh? Squeezing your little cock? It wants to come, doesn’t it, baby? You gonna give it to me?” 

“Shut the fuck up, Tetsu-” Bokuto gasps, leaning down and capturing a mouthful of the skin of his trap muscle between his teeth, biting down. 

“Shit, yes-” Kuroo groans. “Bite me more, fuck me up-” 

“Gonna come-!” 

Kuroo grins and clutches the footboard, doing the best he can to drive his hips back, clenching around him. 

Bokuto is loud when he comes, even as he buries his face in the sheets beside Kuroo’s neck. He fucks him through his orgasm and through the aftershocks, gripping at Kuroo so tightly it’s bound to leave marks. He pulls back after a moment with a broken moan, and Kuroo can feel his release dripping from him when he pulls out. 

“Goddamn,” Kuroo hisses. 

“Fuck my face,” Bokuto says, breathless. “Want it-”

Kuroo doesn’t need to be told twice. He tips Bokuto onto his back again and straddles his chest, slots inside that perfect mouth as it’s held open and waiting for him. He pumps his hips inside, his head spinning at the hot, plush wetness of his mouth, Bokuto’s tongue swirling around him and his throat opening up for him. 

He carefully places a hand on Bokuto’s throat to feel the way it expands with his cock inside, and he moans shamelessly, pulling back and fucking in faster but shallower, gripping a handful of Bokuto’s hair. 

“You want my come?” 

Bokuto moans around him, bobbing his head enthusiastically. Kuroo swears under his breath and feeds him the first couple spurts of his come, then pulls back and finishes himself over Bokuto’s face, shooting white across his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, into his hair. 

Not a bad way to start his morning at all. 

The two of them lay tangled up and sweaty afterwards, still catching their breath, marked up with scratches and bite marks and hickeys like they’re teenagers all over again, this time placed so that they can be hidden easily. Akaashi doesn’t like it, so they won’t mark him, but blessedly they both do, and they’ve done so enthusiastically. 

“Tetsu…”

“Mm?” Kuroo hums, not opening his eyes. 

Bokuto is sprawled out on top of him, nuzzling his (now clean) face against Kuroo’s neck, and Kuroo traces down his back gently with his nails, running them in featherlight little patterns over his skin. 

“Just trying it,” Bokuto says. “It’s cute. I thought you wouldn’t like it, like you’d be all snarky and tell me to use your full name.” 

Kuroo hesitates, his hands stilling. Truthfully, he hadn’t thought about it, and it makes his cheeks flush to have it pointed out. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says. “It’s way too cutesy. Don’t ever call me that again.” 

Bokuto taps him on the head. “Shut up.” 

Kuroo laughs and brings both hands to Bokuto’s ass, grabbing at it. 

“You really like my ass,” Bokuto says. 

“Yeah, have you seen it?” Kuroo asks. He slaps it gently just to feel it jiggle. “It’s perfect.” 

“I like it when you say that,” Bokuto says. “Tell me more.” 

Kuroo smiles and turns his head, pressing a kiss to Bokuto’s earlobe. “Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect… My perfect boy, you’re perfect.” 

Bokuto squirms, ticklish, and Kuroo holds him tightly, locking his arms and legs around him and squeezing tight. The lock clicks and the front door opens, and both of them pause, looking up. 

“I’m back,” Akaashi says. 

They both move slightly to look over at Akaashi as he stands in the doorway of Kuroo’s bedroom dressed in his running clothes, flushed and sweaty with his bangs sticking to his forehead. 

“Keiji~” Bokuto says, rolling off of Kuroo. 

“You two should shower,” Akaashi says. 

“Technically we already did,” Kuroo says. 

Akaashi laughs and shakes his head, and pulls off his shirt. Bokuto and Kuroo both watch him, transfixed, as he changes out of his t-shirt and shorts, his body glistening with sweat. 

“Come here, Keiji,” Kuroo says. 

“Absolutely not,” Akaashi says. “I was almost late to work last time.” 

“It’s still early,” Bokuto says. 

“It’s early enough to give me time to shower and eat and get on the train. That’s it,” Akaashi says. “Cover yourselves up. You’re making it difficult for me.” 

“Keijiii~” 

Akaashi hesitates and gives a quiet sigh, smiling. He approaches and climbs onto the bed, hovering over them where they lay side by side. 

“We’d have to be fast,” he says. “None of us can afford to be late today.” 

“We’re not going to be late,” Kuroo says. “Promise.” 

Akaashi levies him with a skeptical, humorless stare. Bokuto sits up and wraps his arms around him from behind, kissing down his shoulders. Akaashi’s breath hitches, and he shivers as Bokuto kneels down, trailing kisses down his spine. 

“I really mean it,” Akaashi gasps, his voice already strained. “We have to do this so fast.” 

Bokuto chuckles and delves between Akaashi’s cheeks, and Akaashi moans, swaying on his knees. Kuroo gets onto his knees and reaches for Akaashi’s hips, tilting his head up to take his slowly hardening cock into his mouth. 

Akaashi jolts, grabbing at Kuroo’s shoulders and whimpering as Kuroo brings him to full hardness, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. He pulls away after a moment, glancing over his shoulder at the clock. 

“We have half an hour,” Kuroo murmurs, and trails his tongue up the length of Akaashi’s shaft. “That’s plenty of time.” 

- 

They really don’t have time for more than a quickie, and the shower afterwards is a frantic, overcrowded mad dash. Bokuto lets his mind wander as he sits on the train with his gym bag tucked between his legs, trying to keep himself from actually blushing and drooling in public when he thinks about the way Kuroo had him wrapped around his finger. 

He needs to focus. Today actually is important, after all. 

“Bokuto-san!!” 

Bokuto smiles and raises his arms up in greeting as he approaches from across the gym, finding the familiar MSBY crowd warming up and moving through basic stretches. 

“Jesus, Bokkun, you got fuckin’ jacked,” Atsumu says bluntly, staring at him. 

Bokuto laughs proudly, flexing a bicep just to show off. He’d made sure to wear his sleeves, covering up the imprint of Kuroo’s teeth bruised into the flesh of his inner arm.

“Coach isn’t going to like it,” Sakusa says, lovable dark cloud that he is. “It’ll slow you down. He’ll want you to cut.” 

“We’ll see,” Bokuto says, grinning. “I’m a lot stronger now. I can get through a block with no problem.”

“It’s nice to be back, though, right?” Hinata chirps. “How was Italy? I watched a bunch of your games, you were seriously kicking ass.” 

There’s the trill of a whistle and everyone snaps to attention. 

Bokuto really is glad to be home. Running through drills and a quick practice match with his familiar teammates during their first day back with the national team, he wonders why he ever left. He’s always loved VNL season, getting to reconnect with players he’s known for ages, the high intensity and stakes, the tournaments. 

“Bokkun!!” Atsumu shouts, and a ball is rocketing towards him. 

Bokuto grins wildly and tosses his arms back, jumps up and cracks the ball down on the opposite side of the court, over the middle blockers’ heads and neat in the seam between the rear defense. 

“Scary…” Sakusa mutters from somewhere behind him. 

Hinata had been tasked with rear defense on the opposite “team,” and even he hadn’t moved fast enough to catch that spike. He stares at Bokuto with huge eyes through the net, flailing his hands wildly with excitement. 

“That was disgusting, Bokkun,” Atsumu says cheerfully, fully intended as a compliment. “If you took that to the head it’d kill you!” 

Bokuto tosses his head back and laughs. Sure enough, this is where he feels best. When it comes down to it, there’s no comparison. It feels like he’s coming alive, falling easily into the place where he fits. 

He feels weightless, something he hadn’t even realized he’d been missing throughout the season in Italy. Here, it feels like there are springs in the floor beneath his feet. He isn’t sure if it’s just his imagination or if it’s real, but he feels lighter, like some sense of heaviness has finally been lifted off of him. 

It’s perfect, the way they all fit together despite their season apart. Year after year, they come back together, and it’s like magic. 

There’s no pretense here, as they all filter in and out of the locker room, talking and laughing through their showers and as they get dressed, relaying stories from club season, praising and ribbing each other about the day’s performance. He’d had a good rapport with the team in Perugia, but he knows these people. This is his home, his team, his language, people he’s known for half his life in some instances, people who have been by his side through the highest and lowest moments of his career. 

“Have you thought about 2028?” 

Bokuto looks up, halfway through pulling his shoes on. Hinata approaches, towel still around his neck from his shower.

“A couple of the others are retiring or going back to clubs-only,” Hinata says, crouching down. “I was wondering, since you went to Italy and all.”

“I’m definitely going to Los Angeles,” Bokuto says with a grin. “No way in hell am I letting that match against Italy be my last Olympic game.” 

“We don’t talk about that,” Sakusa says dully as he passes by, bag over his shoulder. Atsumu, trailing behind him, looks shell shocked and battle worn revisiting the memory. 

“Ah, Atsumu-san, Omi-san-” Hinata calls over. “Are you going to get okonomiyaki with us?” 

“No,” Sakusa says curtly, exiting the locker room. 

“I’ll go, but it better not be that goddamn tourist trap you made us go to last time,” Atsumu says. 

Bokuto smiles, watching them. Hinata whips toward him next, grinning. 

“Are you going?” 

“Next time,” Bokuto says, jumping up to his feet. “I have something tonight.” 

He’s finished before Kuroo and Akaashi, so he has time to wander through the supermarket with his list, strolling idly through the cut flowers section and picking out a few bunches. 

It’s a lot to think about, but in the moment, it doesn’t seem as if there’s any decision to be made at all. He’s home finally, in more ways than he realized before today. He’s always thought of himself as a person who could fit in anywhere, who could make the best out of any team he may join. But being here, being back to practice with everyone, he feels like he’s gained a new understanding of what it means to belong to something.

He’d felt it in high school, with the bond he shared with his Fukurodani teammates, and again with MSBY. But now that he’s left and come back, the feeling is completely different. 

He wasn’t unhappy in Italy. He really had enjoyed the experience, and he’d been glad to be a part of the team. Overtly, there was nothing for him to complain about, besides the homesickness. It wasn’t wrong, per se, but it wasn’t this.  

At home, he arranges the flowers into vases, trying to fluff them up to make them look nice as he sets them on the coffee table and the kitchen table. 

“For the sauce, we’re going to whisk together our egg yolks and parmesan, along with the black pepper…” 

“Whisk the eggs and parmesan… black pepper…” Bokuto murmurs to himself. 

He’s standing in the kitchen and watching a cooking tutorial, a pan sizzling away with pancetta on the stove. His phone buzzes where it’s laid on the counter and he glances over, finding a text from Kuroo that reads “Just left the station, on my way.” He smiles and looks back to the screen. 

He’s waiting for the water to boil when there’s a knock at the door and Kuroo enters, stepping out of his shoes. Kuroo looks up, giving a small laugh. 

“Since when do you know how to cook?” 

“Since I lived in Italy,” Bokuto says. “I’m basically a chef now.”

Kuroo laughs and approaches, wrapping his arms around Bokuto from behind and kissing the back of his neck. Bokuto smiles as Kuroo lays his chin on his shoulder, watching. 

“Need any help?” 

“Mm-mm,” Bokuto says. “Akaashi’s on his way home, too.” 

Kuroo nods and squeezes him, laying his head against Bokuto’s. Bokuto laughs, bringing a hand to rest on Kuroo’s arm. 

“Are you gonna watch over my shoulder the whole time?” 

“I might,” Kuroo says. 

Bokuto takes his cooking chopsticks and plucks a noodle out of the pot of water, shaking it to cool it off. 

“Tell me if this is cooked enough, then,” he says, offering it to Kuroo over his shoulder. 

“Hmm,” Kuroo hums, chewing. “Give it like, two more minutes.” 

Bokuto has just finished plating everything by the time Akaashi comes home, a little frazzled from his commute. He looks up and smiles as he steps out of his shoes at the genkan.

“Hi,” he says. “What’s all this for?” 

“I just wanted to,” Bokuto says, beaming. 

Akaashi smiles and approaches, taking Bokuto’s face in his hands to give him a quick peck on the cheek before he turns away. 

“I’m going to get changed.” 

Kuroo rests his chin on his hand, smiling softly as he sits at the table. He glances up after a moment, noticing Bokuto watching him. 

“Quit staring.” 

“I get to stare at you now,” Bokuto says. “Those are the terms.” 

“You’re so difficult,” Kuroo says, utterly toothless and weakened even more by the warm smile across his face. 

Bokuto laughs, turning away to get glasses of water for each of them. 

It’s been a dream, these past several days. Bokuto feels reinvigorated, with beginning VNL again and entering a blissful new honeymoon phase with his lovers, having the best sex of his life and getting to see them on a daily basis. 

He knows that it will change, that he’ll have to travel again and contend with club season, that the excitement and newness will wear off and they’ll settle into a comfortable routine. But for now, he has nothing to worry about. 

It’s the beginning of summer, and he’s opened the windows to let in the warm night air. He gets to have dinner with two people he loves, in his own comfortable apartment, with nice music on and a pleasant mood as he gets to listen to them talk about their days, as he gets to talk about his own. It’s hard for him to imagine how anything could be more perfect than this, how he could possibly be any happier. 

He knows that Kuroo is right, that there’s still a conversation that needs to happen. They’ve been winging it so far, and it’s been working, but they really should communicate and figure out what exactly all of this means for them. 

So, he’s grateful to go into it in a more comfortable headspace as they sit at the table, their plates long since collected. 

“So,” Bokuto begins. “We do actually have to talk, huh?” 

Kuroo looks up and nods, setting his glass of wine aside. “We do.” 

“I have something first, though,” Bokuto says. “And it’s that I got asked, but I decided, and I’m not going to go back to Italy in the winter.” 

Akaashi looks visibly conflicted, torn between relief and a little concern. 

“It was fun, and a really good experience,” Bokuto says. “I’m so glad I did it, and I don’t have any regrets at all. But today, training with everyone again… it really showed me that I’d rather be here. So, I’m gonna go back to MSBY when club season rolls around.” 

A pause. Bokuto looks between the two of them, trying to gauge their reactions. 

“In Osaka,” he adds. “I know it seems really sudden, but I’ve been thinking about it for a while and today made me realize that this is what I want.” 

A pause. Bokuto falters a little, unable to tell what they’re thinking. 

“How does everyone… feel about that?” 

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll support it fully,” Akaashi says. “And it’s a little selfish of me, but I’ll be glad that you’re staying close.” 

“Even though it’s still kinda far away?” Bokuto asks. “I won’t be able to really be here like this all the time, you know? We’d probably still have to talk over the phone a lot, and I’d miss you. Both of you.” 

“We’ve made it work before, when you were in Osaka,” Akaashi says. “Of course I’d miss you, but it’s a lot less… daunting.”

“And it’s a lot closer than Italy,” Kuroo adds, and Akaashi nods. “I still saw you all the time when you played for MSBY. I’m not really worried. Although… in the context of the three of us… Does that change anything for you?” 

“Mm, not really,” Bokuto says. “You and Akaashi will obviously be able to get together more than me, but it’s alright. I can still come down pretty often, or you can visit me whenever.”

Kuroo looks at him a little skeptically, and Bokuto takes the hint to dig deeper. He leans back in his chair, thinking for a moment. 

“And maybe I might feel kind of left out at times,” he admits. “We’d just kinda have to see. But I’m not worried that you’re gonna want to get rid of me or anything like that. When I get jealous of you two, it’s more like… It’s just that I really want to be there, too. Like I’m jealous of… I don’t know, the circumstances or whatever.” 

“I think that’s understandable,” Akaashi says. 

“Oh, but,” Bokuto says. “I think also, while we’re talking about it… I do kind of still want time with just Akaashi, if that’s okay. I’ve really liked everything we’ve been doing lately, but just… in the future, I think I still want to be able to have alone time with him.” He peeks up at Kuroo. “Is that okay?” 

“Sure, that’s fine,” Kuroo says. “It’s easy. We won’t all be living together, after all.” 

A pause. 

“What?” Bokuto asks. “Why not?” 

“Because I like my apartment, I’m not moving, and it’s too small for the three of us,” Kuroo says plainly. “You can stay over, but you can’t move in.” 

“You don’t want to live with us?” Bokuto asks, a little petulantly. 

“I feel like I just explained it pretty clearly,” Kuroo says. “It’s too soon for that anyway.” 

“We’ve been together for like, fifteen years.” 

“We’ve been together for five days-” Kuroo corrects flatly. “Do not tell people we’ve been together that long.” 

“Fine.” 

Another pause, as Kuroo’s words sink in. The three of them exchange glances. 

“Yeah, what do we tell people?” Bokuto wonders. “Like, for me, I’m out to the MSBY guys, so it’d probably just be them. And I would just say that you’re both my boyfriend? Boyfriends?” 

“It’s only Udai-san for me, and our mutual friends,” Akaashi says. “I don’t think any of them would feel negatively about it.” 

“Kenma already knows,” Kuroo says. 

Bokuto and Akaashi both look over at him. 

“Sorry,” Kuroo says. “He was the one who had to drag me out of bed when I dropped, so… And I mean, I tell him everything.” 

“That’s fine,” Akaashi says. “How are you feeling?” 

Kuroo hesitates and looks away a little stubbornly, playing with the stem of his glass. 

“Kuroo,” Bokuto says. “We have to talk about that, too.” 

“I know.” 

Over the past five days, Kuroo has been pretty cagey surrounding the topic of his dom drop. He seems to be feeling better, back to his usual snarky self, and smiling more than Bokuto has ever seen. After their first night sleeping together, the topic hadn’t really been brought up except for Akaashi checking in, and Kuroo insisted that he was fine, that he had gotten past it. 

But there does need to be a conversation. Kuroo knows it too, evidenced by the way he’s looking restless and staring pointedly at his glass instead of making eye contact. 

“Do you know what caused it?” Akaashi asks. 

“That…” Kuroo says. He sighs, leaning back in his chair. “A lot of things caused it. It’s kind of difficult to identify one certain thing in particular.” 

“Yeah, but you’d been kind of self destructive for a while,” Bokuto points out. 

“I was definitely not self destructive.” 

“You were, though,” Bokuto says, ignoring the humorless look Kuroo shoots him. “Like, when we would talk about feelings, you would always just turn it around on us. You never wanted to talk about how you were actually feeling about the whole thing, or what would be best for you.” 

“That’s because I was so focused on keeping your relationship as the center of the arrangement,” Kuroo says. “So my desires weren’t really important, because I wasn’t a part of your relationship at the time.” 

“That right there,” Bokuto says. “That’s what I mean. You feeling like your feelings weren’t important.” 

“I didn’t say my feelings, I said…” Kuroo lets his voice trail off. He gives a small nod of concession. “Okay. I see your point.” 

“I think that what Bokuto-san is trying to say is that we want you to feel like an equal part of this,” Akaashi translates. 

“Yeah,” Bokuto adds. “Because if you think it’s you versus us, then you’re not gonna trust us fully. We all have to see it as all of us together.” 

Kuroo nods slowly, saying nothing for a moment. 

“There was also…” he says reluctantly. “I felt guilty, for overstepping the boundaries I’d set. I felt like I was intruding on your relationship, and that I was doing something that would end up hurting both of you in the long run. Over time, especially when we started incorporating sex more and more, it made me feel even worse. I couldn’t shake the thought that I was manipulating or forcing you, somehow.” 

“But you weren’t,” Akaashi says. “All of it was completely welcome.”

“I know that now,” Kuroo says. “Or at least I’m trying my best to accept it now. But I didn’t know at the time that any of this would work out. I was only picturing the worst.” 

“I’m sorry that I pushed you,” Akaashi says. “I thought that it was more reciprocal. I didn’t know you were dealing with those kinds of thoughts.” 

“No, there’s nothing for you to apologize for,” Kuroo insists. “I was totally willing. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do. I was only ever upset with myself.” 

“So, when you and I had sex the first time, that was like…” Bokuto looks up, thinking. “You said a lot of really cute, sappy stuff to me-” 

“I wouldn’t put it like that-” 

“-and it must have really freaked you out,” Bokuto continues. “When I think about it, it was a bit weird. You kind of just stepped back from the scene after that. But obviously my head was somewhere else at the time.” 

“That was when I dropped,” Kuroo mumbles, pointedly staring at the wall. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t notice,” Akaashi says. “I should have been more observant.” 

“No, I hid it. That’s on me,” Kuroo says.

“So what, like, happened?” Bokuto asks. 

Kuroo thinks for a moment, visibly argues with himself. He sighs softly. 

“When I saw the two of you together like that… I felt like it confirmed this inner distortion I had, that the two of you didn’t have any need for me, and…” He gives a quiet noise of frustration and closes his eyes, as if to protect himself from what he’s about to say. “And I felt used, because of that.” 

“Used?” 

“I felt like I was a novelty toy that you were using to spice up your sex life, and nothing more.”

A pause. 

“I’m s-” 

“Please don’t apologize,” Kuroo cuts in, before Akaashi can finish. “Like I said, it was a distortion. And that kind of was the arrangement, but only because I was the one who insisted it be that way. So really, if anything, I put myself in that position and hurt my own feelings.” 

“Self sabotage,” Bokuto says. 

“Yes, you were right, I heard you,” Kuroo grumbles. 

“But we still could have done something differently to help you sooner,” Akaashi says. “I didn’t even notice that you had dropped. I didn’t know what was going on until Bokuto-san told me.” 

“I think it’s like Bokuto said,” Kuroo says. “Neither of you wanted me to burn myself out, but you couldn’t help me if I wouldn’t let you in.” 

“So how do we make sure you won’t do that again?” Bokuto asks. 

“Things are different now.” 

“Yeah, they’re different right now,” Bokuto says. “But what about when I go back to Osaka and you start feeling really bad because I haven’t been able to come home in a few weeks and you’ve seen Akaashi way more than me, and you start to get guilty all over again?” 

Kuroo says nothing for a moment, thinking. “Yeah… I don’t know. Just… making time for communication, really.” 

“Communication,” Akaashi agrees. “And… affirmation, probably.” 

“Affirmation?” 

Akaashi nods. “If I had known, I would have done more to tell Kuroo-san that he wasn’t overstepping, that I wanted everything. And that he didn’t have any obligation to me.” 

“I wouldn’t say I ever really felt obligated,” Kuroo says. 

“But I want you to know that,” Akaashi says. “I meant it when I said that you can take all the time you need to recuperate. I want you to know that you don’t need to push yourself on my behalf.” 

“I’ll try to stay on top of it more,” Kuroo says. “If I’m not in a good headspace, or if I’m anxious or feeling low, even if it’s only a little, we’ll play it safe and we won’t do a scene that day.” 

Bokuto and Akaasho both nod in agreement. Kuroo releases a sigh of decompression.

“I think that…” he begins, a little reluctant. “Maybe I’m not still back to one hundred percent. I’m happy, and I’ve been happy these past few days, but it’s still a little difficult for me to believe. I still get a bit anxious, and I feel like I’m doing something wrong. It’s not all the time, but I do get those thoughts every now and then, and it still makes me nervous.” 

“How do we fix it?” Bokuto asks. 

Kuroo thinks for a moment. “Time. Just give me some time, and be patient with me.” 

“We’re not going anywhere,” Akaashi says. 

Kuroo smiles. “I know. I’m still learning. That’s all.” 

“Kuroooo~”

Kuroo laughs as Bokuto comes around the table and pushes his chair back to slide into his lap, wrapping his arms around him. He’s never seen Kuroo be this honest before, and it makes his heart ache with happiness to know that he’s doing all of this because he genuinely cares about them and wants to make it work. 

It doesn’t have to be flawless, Bokuto reminds himself. They’re all allowed to stumble, to have low days, to need extra attention or encouragement. But they’re all here. For at least five days now, they’ve woken up and still loved each other. It’s such a small amount of time comparatively, but it’s something. 

Oh… 

“When do we get to say we love each other?” 

Kuroo’s entire face flushes red so instantly that Bokuto wishes he could have caught it on video. 

“When you fucking… want to… and it feels right,” Kuroo forces out through his teeth. “Like any other relationship.” 

“I think it’s probably soon for that,” Bokuto muses. He looks to Akaashi, who gives a small shrug, confused and also overwhelmed, his cheeks also stained pink. “It’s not that I don’t feel like I’m, you know, there yet, but I want it to be a really special moment.” 

“Okay,” Kuroo says, exhausted. He looks like he wants to collapse out of his chair. 

“But it’s still fine for me to say that I love Akaashi, right? Since we actually have been together for twelve years.” 

“Yes…”

“I’m just checking,” Bokuto says. “This really isn’t as hard as you were making it seem.” 

Kuroo looks away, a little petulantly. He’s pouting. Bokuto can’t help but smile, because it’s so cute to see Kuroo when he gets embarrassed and takes on this wet cat temperament. 

Bokuto means it, though. For as much as Kuroo had made it seem as though forming this type of relationship would be a grueling uphill battle, now that they’ve begun it, he’s been relieved to find that’s been far from the truth. It feels easy, even natural, and all of them are now used to this type of communication and checking in after months of practice. 

Bokuto smiles and takes Kuroo’s face in his hands, turns it toward himself to kiss him on the cheek because he can, because he doesn’t have to conceal that part of himself anymore. Kuroo smiles and shoves at him, and Bokuto whines to Akaashi. It feels good, to be himself so fully with them. It feels like after a long winter, the image has focused that last little bit, bringing his life into sharper clarity. 

- 

Kuroo is getting a little restless. 

They’ve successfully cleared two weeks, and things have been going well. More than well, in fact, but he’s getting restless. 

He took extra time to recover from his drop, not wanting to breach the topic of doing scenes again until he was certain that he was back to a more stable and healthy headspace. It had come as a real surprise just how persistent the drop could be, even after establishing communication about it and receiving the affirmation and comfort he needed. 

Akaashi had been especially sympathetic, checking in with him daily in little gentle ways to remind Kuroo that he was there, that he could have as much time as he needed. Bokuto was a bit overzealous, insisting on cuddling him and bringing him food and rubbing his shoulders. But then, Kuroo supposes that a large part of that is likely just how Bokuto is in relationships, and he’s making up for lost time. 

It still feels odd to think about it. They’re in a relationship now. This is actually happening.

Even after admitting to the drop, even after being coddled through the last dregs of it, it took almost a full second week after dropping before he finally stopped feeling as if he was on probation and would be cast aside the second they realized the scenes had halted. 

So, they took it slow. Two weeks of vanilla sex, some of the best he’s ever had and certainly nothing to complain about. Two weeks of sleeping over almost daily, two weeks of meals together, two weeks of waking up beside the two of them. He’s happy, really, moreso than he has been in a long time. 

But his mind wanders as he sits at his desk, scanning over his proposal one last time before sending it in. It’s been a long time since they were last able to do a scene. Memories keep flooding his head, images of Akaashi tied up and begging to be hit, of Bokuto’s voice rough and scraping through the phone as he groans in agony at having a third orgasm ruined. Kuroo misses it. 

He’s pretty certain that he’s fine, now. He feels back to normal, or maybe better than normal. They’ve had their conversation about it, the difficult one where he admitted to the drop and to what had caused it, and they’d both accepted him. 

They need to have another talk. The dynamic has obviously changed in a multitude of ways, including that Bokuto is home and the three of them are together in person again. Beyond that, he needs them to know that they can trust him, that he’s able to move past the complex he developed during the earlier iteration of their relationship and be a mature, responsible dom again without his personal feelings pushing him toward the edge. 

In retrospect, he thinks he maybe should have noticed it sooner. As much as it pains him to admit, Bokuto wasn’t wrong when he described Kuroo’s approach as self sabotage.

It certainly hadn’t started out that way– in the beginning, at least, he was able to view it similarly to any of his other platonic sexual relationships with subs. He supposes that burned away the moment he reduced Akaashi to tears in their first scene with impact play, when that feeling first began to make itself known. 

The logical thing to do would have been to end it there, but he was starved, insatiably so. Faced with the alternative, which meant only seeing Akaashi sporadically as Bokuto was no longer there to draw the two of them away from their busy schedules and toward each other, Kuroo admits that he subconsciously set aside his rationale to keep Akaashi, to keep both of them closer. Even if it hurt him, and it certainly did. 

But they’re past that now, or at least they should be. They’ve talked about it, hell, they’ve formed a relationship. There’s nothing more that Kuroo needs to hide, or worry about ruining. He’s allowed to kiss Akaashi during a scene now, to stroke his hair and tell him that he’s perfect, that he’s an angel. He’s allowed to tell Bokuto that he’s beautiful, to pause and hold him for a moment if he wants to. There’s no fear anymore, associated with these little acts of affection. He’s allowed to take the reins off of that part of himself. 

The key to BDSM, ultimately, regardless of anything else, is trust. For Kuroo to trust himself, and for Bokuto and Akaashi to trust him. This whole experiment has been predicated on trust since the very beginning, and he needs to know that it’s still there. 

Plus, as much as he wants to do scenes again purely for the enjoyment and gratification of play, he also wants that confidence back just as badly. Not that he’s lacking confidence generally, per se, but he wants the specific type of confidence that domming brings him, the feeling of power. 

He hasn’t even seen X-san, his most regular cash sub, since then. It’s not abnormal; sometimes he’ll go a month or so without seeing him in person and will simply get a notification for a bank transfer, and he’ll send off a simple command. He supposes there’s that to discuss, too. 

Yeah. They need to have a talk. A very long one.

“Here.” 

Bokuto looks down at what Kuroo has placed in front of him, a stapled stack of papers laid out on the coffee table. Kuroo places a second in front of Akaashi and drags a chair closer, sitting down so that he can face them. 

“What is this?” Bokuto asks, picking up his stack of papers.

“It’s a kink checklist,” Kuroo says. “You were supposed to fill one out when we started back in March. Akaashi did his.” 

“You know I’m bad with emails,” Bokuto says. 

Kuroo squints at him humorlessly. “I want you to fill it out so that we can do scenes again. If you’d rather not, then I’ll take that and we can forget I said anything.” 

Bokuto freezes and looks up at him, a little wide eyed. Akaashi regards him with his own stunned, owlish stare. 

“Oh,” Bokuto says, blinking. He looks around. “Aka~ashi, do you have an extra pen…”

Kuroo smiles, crossing his legs and leaning back. “So I take it you are still interested.” 

“Obviously,” Bokuto says. “I was wondering about that, you know, when we’d be able to do it again.” 

Kuroo looks to Akaashi, who glances up and nods quickly, already elbow deep in his work bag looking for pens for the two of them. 

“There’s a lot we need to talk about, and a few things that are specific to each of you,” Kuroo says. “For starters, I wanted to ask how you feel about me continuing to see my cash subs.” 

“It’s kind of like a job, right? You don’t see me asking Aka~ashi to quit his job, do you?” Bokuto says, nodding in thanks as Akaashi hands him a pen. “As long as you say it’s fine and not something I have to worry about, then I’m not worried about it.” He looks up and grins. “And obviously I’m pretty happy with it, if it means you have a fancy ass apartment like this.” 

“I don’t have a problem with it,” Akaashi says, clicking his own pen. “But… with sex… how should we approach that?” 

Bokuto cocks his head slightly, looking to Kuroo. “With sex? You have sex with them?” 

Kuroo nods slowly. “I had sex with my other subs sometimes, but obviously I’m not seeing other subs anymore. But with my cash subs, I don’t have full sex with them, but I’ve done sex-adjacent acts pretty regularly, like oral. Receiving, not giving.” 

“I mean…” Bokuto says, thinking. “You use protection though, right?” 

“Gloves and condoms, yes, and we test,” Kuroo says. “There are also things like restraints, which are sanitized between uses.” 

Bokuto looks to Akaashi, giving a small shrug. “Then it’s fine, right?” 

“I think it’s fine,” Akaashi agrees. 

“I have one who I see here rather than at a dungeon,” Kuroo says. “But we never do anything sexual here. He usually just cleans.” 

“He cleans?” Bokuto asks, gaping. “He pays you so he can clean your apartment?” 

“It’s a show of devotion,” Kuroo says flatly. “And sometimes I use him as a footstool.” 

“This is way over my head,” Bokuto says, looking down at his checklist. 

“I need it to not be,” Kuroo says. “This is a real part of my life. If we’re going to have a relationship, I need you to make an effort to engage with it. You don’t have to understand it fully, but I need you to consider it thoughtfully enough to know whether or not you’re okay with it.” 

“I know, I know,” Bokuto says. “I don’t have a problem with it, I’m just wondering how the hell you get a sweet deal like that…” 

Kuroo huffs a small laugh in spite of himself. Outside of the kink sphere it does sound pretty absurd. 

“Oh, but-” Bokuto looks up suddenly. “I think I probably don’t want to ever meet those guys. No offense. I’m sure you can trust them and all, I just don’t wanna get dragged into coach’s office and told there’s a weird rumor going around the internet because Footstool-san knows about us and got on Twitter about it.” 

“That’s completely fair,” Kuroo says. “You don’t have to ever meet them.” 

“I’m fine with that arrangement,” Akaashi says. “I’m not really opposed to anything.”

Kuroo gives a small smile. “Just caning?” He asks, teasing. 

“That…” Akaashi’s face flushes and he looks down at his checklist, tapping the back of his pen against the paper. “I don’t think that I’m opposed to that, either.” 

“Oh?” 

“I’ve learned a lot about myself,” Akaashi says, flipping his pen and busying himself checking a couple of boxes. 

“What’s a ‘manacle’?” Bokuto asks. 

“Metal restraints,” Kuroo says. 

Bokuto nods slowly, mumbling to himself as he looks over the list. “So, for ‘piss play’ I’m not really sure. If you asked me before I would have said the thought of it grosses me out, but when you pissed on me in the shower that one time it was really hot.” 

Akaashi looks over at Bokuto in surprise, and Kuroo grins. Apparently they’d both forgotten to mention it to him. 

“Then put ‘maybe,’” Kuroo says. 

“Maybe, gotcha…” 

“I might be a little curious about that,” Akaashi offers. “But I’m not sure. It would depend on a lot of things.” 

“Oh?” Kuroo asks, intrigued. “You can put ‘maybe,’ too. And you can always watch Bokuto first and decide.” 

Akaashi nods, his cheeks darkening as he fills out the box. 

“Kuroo, did you do one of these?” Bokuto asks. 

Kuroo nods and gets up, going to retrieve his own from where he’d left it in the bedroom. He returns, handing it to Bokuto to look over. Bokuto squints at the page, his eyes flicking across it. 

“Whoa… You’re into some really freaky stuff.” 

“You like that about me,” Kuroo says plainly. 

“‘Armpits’ is an obvious one,” Bokuto says, flipping the page over. “You’re always trying to shove your face in there when I get back from practice. I don’t get it at all.” 

“Do you prefer your food seasoned or unseasoned?” 

“Point taken but not understood,” Bokuto says, checking one of the boxes with a flourish. 

Kuroo laughs. “Just put ‘no,’ then.” 

“I put ‘yes, receiving’ because I don’t mind.” 

Kuroo grins. It really is nice to be accepted and understood like this, to be able to share this part of himself with Bokuto and Akaashi without any real derision or judgment. The balance between the two of them is nice as well, the more serious Akaashi who seems to be really taking time to consider each entry and Bokuto who’s plowing straight ahead. 

“So for you specifically, Bokuto,” Kuroo says. “We need to talk about your role.” 

“Me?”

“Specifically, that you’re a brat,” Kuroo says. Bokuto begins to open his mouth in affronted protest, so he continues. “It means that you like to talk back and disobey me and try to get me riled up during scenes, rather than being like Akaashi, who’s more obedient.” 

It seems like Akaashi might flicker with a little pride, or maybe Kuroo is just imagining the way his cheeks flush a little darker as he flips over to the next page. 

“Well yeah, it’s fun,” Bokuto says. 

“We need to talk about what punishment can look like, in that case,” Kuroo says. “For instance, another dom might kick you out of the room and make you listen from outside.” 

Bokuto’s hand pauses on his pen and he looks up, almost hurt. “Oh.” 

“So that’s a firm ‘no,’ I take it.” 

Bokuto nods. “I mean, I don’t want to feel like I’m getting seriously scolded or something. It’s one thing when it’s fun but I don’t want to feel like you’re actually mad at me.” 

“I’m never going to be legitimately mad at you,” Kuroo says. “Even if I was, I would just end the scene and we’d talk it over.” 

Bokuto gives a small nod, a little assuaged. “And I don’t want to be hit, either. Not for real. A fun spank or two is different, when it’s us playing or having sex. I don’t want to do any kind of serious hitting, hardcore pain stuff. It’s okay if you do it with Akaashi, but I think it’s kinda like when I was in Italy, I’d just rather not be there.” 

Kuroo nods in agreement. “That’s fine with me.” 

“Here,” Akaashi says, handing his checklist over. 

Kuroo takes it and scans across the page, his eyes tracking over the little boxes. Most of it he’s already aware of from his previous checklist, or they’d found out about it together over the course of their play. There are several new developments, though, and it’s nearly enough to make Kuroo’s head spin. 

“Keiji,” he murmurs. “You’re such a good boy.” 

“Eh?” Akaashi asks, his head snapping up. His face flushes in an instant. “What did I do?” 

“What? I want to see it,” Bokuto says. 

Kuroo hands the checklist to him and he looks it over, his eyes going wide. 

“When can we… do a scene again…” Bokuto asks, staring at the page. 

Kuroo smiles. “When are we all free?” 

- 

As it turns out, they aren’t all free again for another two weeks. 

Between Bokuto being booked solid on weekends for VNL promotional events and the JVA sending Kuroo back to Kyoto for four days to work on the campaign, things in their personal life have begun to move more slowly. 

The first time Akaashi comes home from work to an empty apartment and a written note explaining that Bokuto will be out late with team responsibilities, it feels like the first time he’s been alone in a long while. This time, it’s not completely unwelcome, allowing him a little reprieve to let his hair down so to speak and immerse himself in his work. 

Bokuto returns after a few hours, climbs into his lap and curls up against his chest, exhausted. Akaashi just smiles, rests his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder and rubs his back as he scans over the outline update from his author. 

Kuroo makes it home last, swaying on his feet from the networking drinking party he’d been roped into. He settles onto the couch and lays his head on Akaashi’s free shoulder, both of them pinning him in place with their weight. 

Akaashi loves this feeling, of being grounded and tethered by another body. He doesn’t want to disturb either of them to urge them into the bath, to move them to bed. He doesn’t even want to risk the few centimeters he’d need to lean forward and close his laptop. He rests against the back of the couch and closes his eyes, runs one hand over Bokuto’s back and the other over Kuroo’s hair. 

He doesn’t know what to call it yet, this feeling. He loves Bokuto, but it feels hasty to use that word to describe how he feels about Kuroo, even if it technically has been much longer than only the past few months of their physical relationship. It would be unorthodox, but then, nothing about this arrangement is exactly typical. 

He tests the word in his mind, looking down at what he can see of Kuroo from his current angle, mostly messy black hair and his long legs, his arms crossed over his chest. It’s soon, but any other words fall short. 

Akaashi can feel both of their weight get heavier as they fall asleep on him, their muscles relaxing and any last effort they’d put into holding themselves up slipping away. They’ll feel this tomorrow, if they all fall asleep on the couch in these positions, but he doesn’t want to wake them. He carefully slips his phone out of his pocket and sets an alarm, not wanting to take the risk. 

He hasn’t slept this well in months, after all. 

It’s almost funny, arriving to Kuroo’s apartment with Bokuto in tow the way they had the last time, meeting Kuroo there as if it were any of their other scenes. It helps to get everyone into the proper headspace, Akaashi supposes, and gives Kuroo time to prepare. 

It’s been a little while, and Akaashi is a bit nervous, mostly with anticipation. Kuroo and Bokuto had both been so intrigued by the new items on his checklist, but a few of them seemed a little extreme to bring out in a scene with Bokuto. 

He’s really not afraid of caning anymore. Now, the thought excites him, to imagine being bent over with his ass in the air and Kuroo talking him through it, taking care of him as he falls blissfully apart in Kuroo’s hands. 

He can’t imagine that Kuroo would choose that for this scene, given that Bokuto had set a clear boundary around their pain play. Akaashi can’t blame him. Bokuto is sensitive when it comes to him. While he can usually keep it together and be a pillar of strength when Akaashi breaks down emotionally, the few times that Bokuto has had to care for him through a fever or a bad headache have shown that he can be a little overzealous when it comes to seeing Akaashi hurting physically. Seeing Akaashi sobbing in pain might be a bit much for him to handle. 

“Holy shit, Kuroo-” Bokuto says. 

Kuroo has set out a lot– two lengths of jute rope, several leather cuffs, leather restraints, a magic wand vibrator, silicone rings, bullet vibrators… 

Akaashi’s mouth feels dry, his eyes widening as he scans over the inventory that Kuroo has prepared. He has absolutely no idea what Kuroo is planning, or how this is going to go. 

Kuroo just grins, running a hand through Bokuto’s hair and curling his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently. He’d asked again for Bokuto to leave his hair down, now amusing himself with scruffing him like a cat.

“What do you think?” Kuroo asks. 

“It’s a lot,” Bokuto says. “You’re really not going easy on us, huh? It looks like you emptied out an entire dungeon, here.” 

Kuroo smiles and tugs Bokuto forward by his gentle grip on his hair, leans in to kiss him slow and heated enough that Bokuto gasps softly and tries to chase his lips as he pulls away. 

“Have I ever gone easy on you?” 

Akaashi’s head is spinning already. He glows as Kuroo takes his time undressing him for Bokuto to watch, standing behind him and pulling his clothes off, running his hands over his body like it’s his to play with, and it is. 

Akaashi loves this, to be shown off to Bokuto like this. He’s never enjoyed being watched or looked at the way Bokuto does, but he thinks he can understand it now. He’d been so shy at first, needing to be blindfolded to hide his own body and the scene from himself. Now he basks in being seen, the way that Kuroo puts him on display, a beautiful object for both of them to look at with hunger. 

Even once Akaashi is nude, Kuroo doesn’t let go of him to undress Bokuto. He stays standing behind him, running his hands over the length of his body, over his abdomen, fingers closing around his nipples. Akaashi lets his head fall back and Kuroo is quick to catch him by his jaw, tilting his head down and slipping a thumb into his mouth, making him watch the way that Bokuto’s wide, round eyes track over every inch of him. 

Akaashi’s knees feel weak already. He keeps his eyes open as he sucks languid and shameless on Kuroo’s thumb, until it’s taken from him. Kuroo presses down on his shoulders and he immediately sinks to his knees, kneeling in front of Bokuto. He wanted this, to put control in Kuroo’s hands like this and for Bokuto to see how perfect and obedient he can be. 

“It’s really a shame that you haven’t seen Keiji like this before,” Kuroo says. “Let’s fix that.” 

Bokuto can’t even question it, because Kuroo reaches for the jute rope and Akaashi’s breath catches in his chest. 

He loves the feeling of being tied. The way Kuroo’s gentle fingers dance and slide over his skin, the feeling of gradual tightening as each knot, each loop is added push him into that delicious, euphoric headspace faster than anything else. 

Kuroo guides his arms behind him, and Akaashi can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed at the way he immediately brings them into the usual pose, tucked against his lower back wrist to forearm. 

“Such a good boy,” Kuroo murmurs, and it makes his face heat. 

He is good, he tries so hard to be good, and he wants Bokuto to see it. Their last scene had focused predominantly on Bokuto, something Akaashi had thoroughly enjoyed, but he’s wanted this, the culmination of every scene before in which Kuroo had shown him off to his boyfriend through a webcam and demonstrated how submissive he really can be. 

A soft moan tumbles from his lips before he’s aware of it at the feeling of Kuroo’s hands working deftly to secure him in the rope, the way that Bokuto is watching him with clear want and hungered fascination. Like this, it’s easy for Akaashi to hand himself over, to let his mind go hazy at each touch of Kuroo’s fingers. 

Kuroo binds his arms behind his back, loops the rope around his chest in a pattern framing his pecs, pulling the rope snug and secure. He stands from where he’d been kneeling behind Akaashi, and Akaashi squirms, a little confused that Kuroo has left his legs unbound. 

“Are you going to do this with your clothes on?” Kuroo asks, and Bokuto jolts, snapping to attention. 

“Can I-” 

“Unless you’d rather sit and watch the whole time,” Kuroo says. 

Bokuto eagerly hurries out of his clothes, tossing them aside, and Kuroo gives a low chuckle at his enthusiasm. There’s a tug at the ropes and Akaashi stands, letting Kuroo guide him to sit on the bed, watching as Kuroo turns Bokuto and sits him down as well so that they’re facing each other, both of them on their knees. 

Kuroo collects the restraints and takes Bokuto’s arms, guiding them behind his back and securing them in the leather cuffs. 

“I was worried my thigh cuffs wouldn’t fit you,” Kuroo says casually. “Let’s hope they’re big enough.” 

“Shit, Kuroo-” 

Kuroo smiles and reaches for the thigh cuffs, urging Bokuto to rise up onto his knees so that he can fasten the straps of leather around them. He buckles them closed with a little smile of approval, and Bokuto lets out a shaky breath Kuroo connects the cuffs on his thighs to his cuffed wrists with a hog-tie connector before letting him sink back down. 

Bokuto squirms in the restraints, tugging at them and testing their strength. 

“Are they up to your standards?” Kuroo asks, and Bokuto flushes. 

“Just seeing how strong they are.” 

Kuroo grins, stroking two fingers down Bokuto’s spine before he pulls away. 

“I haven’t been giving you enough attention, have I, Keiji?” Kuroo asks. “Our last scene was all about Bokuto.” 

Akaashi shivers, straightening and pressing his shoulders back as if presenting himself. Kuroo runs a hand over his hair and he tries to lean into the touch, but it’s gone just as soon as it appears, Kuroo only passing by on his way to slide open a drawer. He takes out two items that look like... 

“Color?” 

“Green-” Akaashi says, his mouth dry. 

They look like bullet vibrators, but there are clearly clamps at the ends. It sends heat flooding through Akaashi’s body– after everything he’s done with Kuroo by this point, he has no idea what he intends to do with these things. Thinking back to the clothespins, to the time Kuroo had paddled his balls, he wonders for a dizzying second if Kuroo is going to clamp those to the fragile, sensitive skin of his cock and the thought nearly makes his legs snap closed. 

Then he feels Kuroo’s hands on his shoulders and he gasps a moan before he knows what’s come over him. 

“You’re so easy today, Keiji,” Kuroo says. 

Akaashi hangs his head, and in doing so catches a glimpse at his cock flushed and hard between his legs, resting obscenely on the sheets. He turns his head away, too embarrassed to look. 

Kuroo pinches his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and Akaashi jolts, his hips twitching forward. Kuroo gently tugs at his nipples, pulling and stroking his thumbs over them until the little buds grow hard, and the realization of exactly what Kuroo intends to do with the clamps hits Akaashi with such clarity that he’s mortified he didn’t realize it sooner. He’d marked it on his checklist, but not picking up on the hint sooner can only be a testament to the way Kuroo always manages to surprise him, always manages to push him further than he thought he could go.

“Kuroo-san-” 

“He’s so sensitive,” Kuroo says. 

Fuck. Akaashi loves it when Kuroo talks to Bokuto about him like he’s an object, just a pretty thing being dangled in front of his boyfriend’s face. He whimpers and his hips jolt forward as Kuroo pulls on his nipples again, rolling the buds between his thumbs and index fingers. 

Kuroo lets go of his nipples and Akaashi whines, a mournful little sound, his hips pitching forward to try and seek out more. 

“Shh,” Kuroo says. “I always take care of you, don’t I?” 

Akaashi nods, and his face flushes as he peeks up at Bokuto, finding his boyfriend watching him with widened, starved eyes. He looks so strong, bracketed by leather with his arms pinned behind his back, knelt in the same position on his knees splayed wide and that beautiful cock hard where it lays against the sheets. 

Akaashi feels the bounce of cold silicone as one of the bullet vibrators hits his chest and he drags in a breath, looking down to watch as Kuroo guides the first clamp toward his nipple. He pinches it again, tugging on the flesh, and opens the clamp. Akaashi squeezes his eyes shut, tossing his head to the side. 

“Haahfuck-!!” 

The clamp is heavy, weighted down by the vibrators, and the pinch gradually grows tighter as Kuroo fiddles with it, turning a screw to secure it in place. Akaashi can feel the way the bullet bounces against his ribs as he twitches, the way it tugs on his nipple. He’d expected it to be painful, and he’s surprised to find that it isn’t. But there’s a delicious pressure, and stimulation from the weight. He arches his back to push his chest forward in offering. 

“Good boy.” 

Akaashi whimpers, breaking off into a gasp as he feels the second clamp secured on his other nipple. It feels almost like jewelry, the way the vibrators bounce as he moves. 

“Kuroo-san!!” 

The first vibrator switches to life, and it’s enough to make Akaashi’s legs snap shut, his hips twisting and toes curling underneath him. He drags in a breath and moans pitifully as the second vibrator switches on, both now humming away at his nipples. 

It’s a strange feeling, ticklish and so sensitive, but it goes straight to his cock. He can’t stop the way his hips are jumping, trying brainlessly to grind his cock against the sheets, trying to rub it against his thighs where they squeeze tight. 

Kuroo gently but firmly pushes his legs apart and Akaashi whines. He feels possessed, broken down already and reduced to a base instinct to rut himself against something. The clamps are making his head fuzzy, lighting up his whole body with an electric need. 

He needs to be fucked, he realizes, and the embarrassment sends a hot spark of humiliation through him. He feels like he did when Kuroo dressed him up in lingerie– reduced to a pretty doll, a toy for both of them to play with.

Akaashi doesn’t know if Kuroo has any intention of fucking him, of playing with his hole at all this time, and the thought nearly makes him freel frantic. He needs to… he needs to be good, but…

“Kuroo-san-” 

“Mm?” Kuroo hums. He cups Akaashi’s face in his hand and Akaashi lets out a shuddering breath, nuzzling his face into Kuroo’s palm. 

“I need…” 

“You’re begging me already? We haven’t even gotten started yet,” Kuroo admonishes, and it makes Akaashi whine. 

The scene may have only gotten started, but Kuroo has already lulled him into that cozy, floaty headspace he always sinks into when he gets tied up in rope, and the vibrators… The vibrators are liquefying all of the thoughts in his head, buzzing throughout his chest and making him feel like a cute, decorative object. 

“Poor thing,” Kuroo says. “Barely a minute in and he’s already begging like a slut.” 

Akaashi tosses his head down and sobs, his hips twitching. 

“Kuroo,” Bokuto says, his voice rough. “Are you gonna make me sit and watch again?” 

Kuroo chuckles. “No, you’ll get to play with him, too. Don’t worry.” 

Shit. Akaashi jolts as Kuroo takes his shoulders and lays him down on his back, and he immediately brings his legs up and back, displaying his ass for them. He can hear the way Bokuto takes a sharp breath and lets it out slowly, Kuroo’s little soft pleased noise. 

“Such a good boy,” Kuroo says. “You know just what you’re good for.” 

Akaashi does know. He’s good for this, for them, just for them. 

His breath catches in his chest as he watches Kuroo slick his fingers up with lube, and he presses his legs back as much as he can, tensing his core to keep them in place. He wonders why Kuroo didn’t bind his legs, what he’s planning to do with them. 

Akaashi moans, shameless and desperate as Kuroo trails slick fingertips over his perineum to his rim, and he can feel the way his hole immediately pulses, his body trying to open up for him. He wants Kuroo to fuck him, wants Bokuto to fuck him. He wants both of them. 

“Haah-” 

Akaashi tosses his head back as Kuroo slips two fingers into his body, pressing in and withdrawing completely. 

“Kuroo-” Bokuto groans, and Kuroo laughs. 

“Is this difficult for you?” Kuroo asks. “Both of you are so eager today.” 

“How could I not be?” Bokuto bites back, and Kuroo just grins. 

Kuroo rubs little circles over Akaashi’s rim and takes his hand away, and Akaashi gives a small whine, struggling to keep his legs back on his own. He turns his head to the side, watching as Kuroo retrieves another toy from the drawer, a sleek silicone rabbit vibrator. Akaashi sucks in a breath, angles his hips and tucks his legs back, trying to be good. 

“Yeah?” Kuroo asks, running a hand over his shin. 

Akaashi nods, and he hears Bokuto swear under his breath. Kuroo slicks up the toy and brings it between his legs without delay, rubbing the tip over his rim in slow circles. Akaashi is so sensitive, already worked up and desperate from the attention to his nipples. He fights to keep himself still, trying to force back all of his body’s impulses to grind against the toy and try to get Kuroo to just put it inside. He wants it so bad his head spins, and he gives a little frustrated huff as Kuroo slides it against him, runs it between his cheeks. 

Finally, blessedly, Kuroo aligns the toy and slowly presses it in, holding it steady and allowing Akaashi’s body to do the work of pulling it in. It’s mortifying how eager he is, his body giving everything away. Kuroo moves the toy into place once it’s settled inside, letting the little nub of silicone rest against his perineum, pressing against his prostate from the outside. 

“Thank you…” Akaashi mumbles, his tongue loose. 

There’s a pause, and Bokuto groans, struggling in his restraints. Kuroo smiles and cups Akaashi’s face in his palm, stroking his thumb over his cheek. 

“I could be nice to you too, you know,” Kuroo says to Bokuto. “If you were good like this.” 

“Fuck,” Bokuto hisses. “I haven’t even done anything.” 

“And here I thought you liked making it difficult for me,” Kuroo says, pulling away. “Where’s that attitude now? Or is your poor head all empty from seeing how good Keiji is for me?” 

Bokuto just groans in frustration. Kuroo smiles and reaches for the second length of rope, and Akaashi’s heart skips a beat. 

“Green,” he says quickly, even though he hasn’t been asked. “Green, green- please-” 

Kuroo looks to Bokuto with a grin of unbidden smugness, and Bokuto shoots back a toothless glare in response. Kuroo unwinds the rope and Akaashi presses his hips forward. The vibrator hasn’t been turned on yet, and the feeling of it sitting heavy inside his body is making him restless. He reminds himself that Kuroo thinks he’s good, he can be good. He won’t try to take more than he’s been given. 

Kuroo picks up a remote from the shelf and the vibrator switches to life, tearing a moan out of Akaashi before he knows what’s hit him. Kuroo kicks the vibrator up two settings and it’s a fight to keep his legs back when all that his body wants to do is take, to grind his ass against the bed and make himself come. 

It’s more difficult now, he notices distantly as Kuroo wraps the first loop of rope around his thigh. He’s been getting fucked well and often outside of the context of a scene, by both of them. It’s harder now to separate it in his mind, to remind himself that there’s no guarantee that Kuroo will give him anything, much less what he wants the most. 

Outside of this moment, he’s been able to fuck himself back, to wrap a hand around himself and claim his own orgasm. Here, he knows that he needs permission, and Kuroo isn’t likely to grant it easily or without strings attached. He whines, his body clenching down around the vibrator. 

He feels hazy already, the buzzing on his nipples, inside his body making that urge bloom. He tries to hold it back the best he can, to ignore it and try to stop it from building, but it’s difficult, especially with the light, pleasant touches of Kuroo’s hands as he finally binds his legs. 

Akaashi moans as Kuroo finishes tying him, binding his calves to his thighs, his legs splayed open as wide as they can go so that they rest against the bed without his own intervention. It makes it harder to hold back, now that he doesn’t have to think about controlling his lower body. 

“Kuroo-san-” he tries.

“Mm?” 

“Please-” 

He doesn’t know what he’s asking for, not really. He isn’t at the edge yet, only feeling the urge to come slowly compounding. He’s held out longer than this, and he can hold out now. 

“Tell me how it feels, Keiji,” Kuroo says. “I’m sure Bokuto would like to know, too.” 

Bokuto moans softly and Akaashi cracks his eyes open, peering down between his legs to where Bokuto is kneeling near the foot of the bed, his brows furrowed and body held taut, little twitches betraying how hard he’s working to hold himself still in his restraints. He looks beautiful, flushed and desperate, his cock hard and ignored. 

“Feels so good, Kuroo-san-” Akaashi whimpers.

“Kuroo,” Bokuto groans. “You better not make me sit like this and watch the whole time again.” 

Kuroo snatches Bokuto’s face so quickly it nearly makes Akaashi jump. He holds Bokuto’s jaw in his hand, positioning his head so that Bokuto will have to look at him. Bokuto just stares up at him, a little caught off guard. 

“You don’t trust me?” Kuroo asks, his voice low and smooth. 

“It’s more like, I know you well enough to know by now,” Bokuto says, a dark grin spreading across his face. 

Kuroo smiles and drops him, and reaches between his legs. Bokuto immediately splays his knees out wider, pushing his hips up and moaning as Kuroo wraps a hand around his cock. But he doesn’t stroke him or offer any real stimulation besides holding it as he reaches over to the pile of items he’d laid out. 

Kuroo picks up a ring of thick silicone and Bokuto gasps softly, his hips stirring as Kuroo holds him steady. Kuroo carefully pulls the ring down over his cock and balls, releasing it with a snap that makes Bokuto yelp and slam his legs together, doubling over. 

“Sensitive,” Kuroo says. “Can’t take as much as Keiji, can you?” 

Akaashi whimpers, tries to remember to breathe. Bokuto lifts his head and looks up at Kuroo with a challenging gleam in his eye. 

“Hard to know when you’re not giving me anything to take,” he says, his voice rough. 

Kuroo laughs and reaches for him and Bokuto jolts, but Kuroo only runs a hand over his hair affectionately before turning toward Akaashi again. 

“You’re always so good for me, sweet boy,” Kuroo says, trailing his fingertips down the length of Akaashi’s abdomen. 

Akaashi whines, and his cock gives an embarrassing kick as Kuroo drags his fingertips across his pelvis. 

“Let’s show Bokuto what he’s missing, hm?” 

Akaashi can’t respond, all of the thoughts driven out of his head as Kuroo reaches between his legs and takes the base of the vibrator, slowly easing it out until only the tip remains before sliding it back in. Akaashi moans, tossing his head back, his back arching off the bed. Kuroo angles the toy and on the next slide it rubs perfectly over his prostate, making stars pop behind his eyelids. 

“There you go,” Kuroo says. “That’s what you needed, isn’t it?” 

“Uh huh-” Akaashi whines, too fucked out to hold onto his dignity. 

Kuroo just chuckles and begins a rhythm with the toy, that perfect rabbit nub stroking against his prostate from the outside as Kuroo fucks the toy back in at the perfect angle. Akaashi is definitely close now, the added stimulation to his rim and attention to his prostate sending him right to the edge. He tenses his pelvic floor to try to stave it off, tossing his head to the side. 

“Relax,” Kuroo says. 

Akaashi sobs, relaxes his pelvic floor as Kuroo asked, not realizing that he’d tightened up too much for Kuroo to move. 

“That’s it,” Kuroo says, beginning the rhythm up again. 

Akaashi’s body feels hot, tingling warmth spreading through his veins. He’s going to come already. It’s so soon, but Kuroo… 

“Kuroo-san-” 

“Mm?” 

“I-” Akaashi stammers, a moan punched out of him as the toy strokes over his prostate. “I’m- close-” 

“I know,” Kuroo says casually, making no move to slow his pace. 

Akaashi whines and clenches his hands into fists, his back arching. He drags in a breath, his lungs burning. He can’t think. He’s so close. Kuroo didn’t say he could come yet. 

“Can I-”

Akaashi’s whole body is tensing up already, his toes curling with the effort of trying to hold his orgasm back. He feels so fucking embarrassed that a few weeks of vanilla sex seem to have diminished his ability to hold himself back, but it’s amazing at the same time.

“Can you what?” 

“Fuck-” Akaashi sobs. “Can I- I’m gonna come-” 

“Are you telling me or asking me?” 

Shit. Akaashi can’t think. “Please-!!” 

Kuroo laughs, drives the toy in harder, faster, and Akaashi is gone. He’s not going to be able to hold himself back. It’s too good, the sensations of the vibrators on his nipples, the rhythm Kuroo has set as he fucks him with the toy. His back arches, his breath catches in his chest, his whole body tenses– 

Kuroo pulls the toy out and clamps a hand around the base of his cock, cutting off his orgasm with hardly more than a second to spare. Akaashi shouts into the pillow, digging his nails into the palms of his hands and struggling in his restraints. 

“Fuck,” Bokuto breathes. 

Akaashi whines, every muscle in his body tensed and still trying to force the orgasm out, even as Kuroo lets go of his cock. The vibrators on his nipples are still going, and it’s almost enough to force him over the edge, but he can’t. He collapses back against the pillows, panting. 

“Good boy,” Kuroo murmurs. 

The praise makes up for the denial, but it’s a close thing. Akaashi slowly opens his eyes, watching as Kuroo runs a hand over Bokuto’s shoulders, guiding him closer. He looks up at Kuroo, wide eyed, as Kuroo guides Bokuto between Akaashi’s legs, their bodies nearly touching. 

“That easy?” Bokuto asks. 

“We’ll see if you think it’s easy,” Kuroo says. 

Kuroo reaches for the bottle of lube and slicks up Bokuto’s cock, and Bokuto groans as he’s finally touched properly. Akaashi looks between the two of them, trying to understand what it is that Kuroo plans to do. 

During the last scene they did, Kuroo had ended it with Bokuto fucking him. They can’t be done already, can they? Kuroo said it himself that they’d barely gotten started. He’s not being deliberately lighthanded, trying to ease them back in, right? 

Kuroo takes Bokuto’s shoulder in one hand and his cock in the other, slapping it against Akaashi’s slick hole, and both of them moan. 

“Color?” 

“Green-” they both reply, nearly in unison. 

Akaashi gasps and tosses his head back at the feeling of the tip of Bokuto’s cock sliding inside, and he moans as Kuroo guides Bokuto closer, sinking inch by inch into his body until his boyfriend’s pelvis is pressed flush to his ass, the entirety of his cock sheathed inside. 

They take a moment, both of them out of breath as if they haven’t been fucking like rabbits for weeks. Bokuto starts to draw his hips back and Kuroo catches him, halting his movement in its tracks. 

“Don’t move.” 

“What?” Bokuto hisses, breathless.

“I think that’s an easy enough command,” Kuroo says, and pushes Bokuto forward again so that his cock is buried completely inside to the hilt, making them both gasp. “Not really room for interpretation, is there? It’s like I said. Be a good boy and don’t move.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” 

“Hm?” Kuroo asks, as if he really doesn’t understand. “This shouldn’t be difficult for you. It requires a negative amount of effort– all you have to do is nothing. Sit there, be good, and don’t move.” 

Bokuto looks up at Kuroo in shock, his eyes wide with betrayal. Akaashi guesses that he probably looks just the same, fighting the burning urge to bounce back on Bokuto’s cock. Kuroo looks down at him, as if psychic. 

“That goes for you too, Keiji,” he says. “Don’t move.” 

Not for the first time, Akaashi finds himself thinking wistfully that he should have never expected Kuroo to go easy on him. 

Kuroo wraps his arms around Bokuto from behind, running his hands over his pecs and squeezing. He leans down, trailing kisses down his neck, and Bokuto shivers, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. 

“He’s tight, isn’t he?” Kuroo purrs. “He was just about to come. How does he feel?” 

“You know how he feels,” Bokuto manages. 

“You don’t want to tell me?” Kuroo asks, nipping at Bokuto’s earlobe. “You’re so proud of him, aren’t you? Don’t you want to tell me to know how good his hole is, how much I’m missing out on? I thought you loved doing that.” 

“F-Fuck…” Bokuto groans, letting his head fall back. 

It’s hard. Akaashi is exhausting nearly every synapse of his willpower to keep himself from moving, and Bokuto doesn’t seem to be any better off, especially with the way Kuroo purrs into his ear and drags his tongue down the column of his throat. 

With everything they’ve done lately, the weeks of unrestrained sex and physical intimacy, Akaashi and Bokuto both have lost a lot of their ability to to hold themselves back. It feels like it’s been so long since they’ve needed to, with weeks of being able to just take anything they want. 

Kuroo really is good at this, Akaashi muses hysterically. He knows just how to take them apart. 

There’s something deeply romantic in the way he feels so observed, the way that Kuroo knows them better than themselves in this moment. Akaashi wonders how he ever doubted it. 

“You told me that you didn’t want me to go easy on you,” Kuroo says. “So why don’t you show me how good you can be?” 

Kuroo presses his lips to the junction of Bokuto’s neck and jaw and sucks lightly at the flesh, and Bokuto’s hips stutter. He grits his teeth, dragging in a broken breath.

“Bite me,” Bokuto says. “I mean- not like that- I meant- your teeth, Kuroo, come on-”

Kuroo laughs, nuzzles his face against the side of Bokuto’s neck and gives him a chaste kiss before pulling away. Bokuto moans petulantly, his shoulders twisting. 

“You’re so fucking mean,” Bokuto huffs. 

“And you haven’t earned anything yet,” Kuroo says. 

He reaches for the magic wand and both of them moan, Akaashi squeezing his eyes shut and desperately reminding himself not to move. He doesn’t know how to keep himself still through this, when he can feel Bokuto’s cock sitting deep inside him, hot and unmoving as it fills him up.

Akaashi jolts as he feels Kuroo take his cock in his hand, holding it steady. Akaashi opens his eyes, looking down in confused shock as he watches Kuroo put another silicone cock ring onto him as well, stretching it down over his balls. It’s a snug fit, and he fights to keep himself from moving, sucking in a deep breath. 

He can do this. He can be good and hold himself still like Kuroo asked. 

Then he hears the telltale buzz of the magic wand switching on and he’s not sure how the hell he’s going to manage that. 

Akaashi jolts at the first contact of the wand against his balls, and Bokuto moans, tossing his head to the side and tugging at the restraints. 

“You can feel it, can’t you?” Kuroo asks. 

“So fucking mean…” Bokuto groans. 

Kuroo trails the vibrator up the shaft of Akaashi’s cock and he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his hands into tight fists. He can’t breathe. If he takes or lets out a single breath, he won’t be able to hold himself still. He can’t do this, he can’t do this- 

“Fuck-!!” 

Akaashi’s hips jolt upwards, betraying him as Kuroo presses the ball of the magic wand to the sensitive underside of his cock. Bokuto takes a sharp breath, letting it out in tight, controlled bursts through his teeth. 

It’s so much, too much, between the vibrators on his nipples that are starting to ache, the feeling turning sharp, and the vibrator against his cock. He doesn’t know how Kuroo expects him to hold still like this, or for how long. He needs to get fucked. It’s right there, the thing he wants most being kept devastatingly out of reach. He needs it, needs it so fucking bad. 

“Kuroo-san-” 

“Mm?” Kuroo hums, nonplussed. 

He trails the vibrator up to the tip of Akaashi’s cock and Akaashi sobs, his back arching. It’s all he can do to keep his lower body still, especially as he can feel Bokuto’s cock pulse inside his hole. 

“Pleaseplease-” 

“Please what?” Kuroo asks. “Use your words.” 

He can’t, not right now. He can barely breathe, let alone try to string a sentence or a request together.

“Haahfuck…” 

Kuroo begins to slowly move the vibrator in circles around the tip of his cock, running it over his slit. It feels like everything is gearing up towards an impossible crescendo. The clamps on his nipples definitely hurt now, and now that they’ve started hurting, it’s getting more unbearable by the second. 

“Hurts, Kuroo-san, please-” 

“What hurts?” 

As if he doesn’t know. 

Bokuto doesn’t sound much better off, but Akaashi can’t bring himself to look. He’s taking punctuated, forced breaths, definitely struggling just as hard to keep himself still. 

Akaashi’s nipples are fucking throbbing, and the vibration is sending strange, masochistic signals to his brain. He wants Kuroo to take them off, but he doesn’t want it to stop. 

The vibrator is taken away, and Akaashi collapses back against the bed, unaware that his back had been arched. He pants, trying to catch his breath, and feels sweat gathering under his arms. Somehow, even with everything they’ve done together over the past several months, this might be the hardest. 

A warm, slick hand wraps around his cock and Akaashi jolts upwards. Bokuto moans sharply, caught off guard by the sudden movement.

“Shit-” Akaashi gasps. “Sorry, sorry-” 

Kuroo just chuckles, stroking his cock in slow, languid pulses of his hand. “It’s hard to control yourself, isn’t it?” 

Akaashi nods frantically. “Uh huh…” 

“You’re trying so hard for me, Keiji,” Kuroo says. “Such a good boy.”

Akaashi feels faint. He loves it when Kuroo praises him, when Kuroo calls him good. The need to be good is somehow outweighing the frantic desperation of how badly he needs to get fucked, to come. 

“Let’s make it harder for you,” Kuroo says, and Akaashi sobs, tossing his head to the side. 

The magic wand switches to life again, and Kuroo takes his hand away. Akaashi braces himself as he can hear it coming closer– 

“God- haaah!!” 

Akaashi’s eyes fly open, unable to process what’s happening. Kuroo has added a cock sleeve attachment to the vibrator, working it over his cock. It’s so tight and wet, the material inside soft, pliant silicone. Before, the vibration was kept to a single point of contact. Now it’s everywhere, surrounding his cock and squeezing as Kuroo drags it down to the base, then back up. 

“Jesus fuck, Kuroo-” Bokuto groans. 

Akaashi allows himself to look, and his cock throbs at the sight of Bokuto flushed down to his chest and frazzled, his hair mussed out of place and sweat glistening across his body. 

It only takes one pass with the sleeve before Akaashi is right back at the edge. He tosses his head back, unable to hold back a broken moan at the feeling– the sound– of Kuroo pulsing the sleeve over the tip of his cock. 

“Gonnacome…” he slurs, because it’s all he can say. 

“Are you?” Kuroo asks. “Do you have permission?” 

Fuck. “Please-!!” Akaashi’s voice shoots up an octave as Kuroo begins a faster rhythm with the sleeve, dragging it down to the base and back to the tip, then pulsing. 

“You can come for me, Keiji,” Kuroo says. “As long as you don’t move.” 

He doesn’t know how he’s going to do that, how he can possibly control himself through it. But he’s not going to be able to stop it, either. Kuroo must know that, he has to. 

Akaashi can only manage tiny little gulping breaths, the clamps too painful to expand his chest properly and risk moving the vibrators that now feel impossibly heavy. It hurts, it’s so good, it’s too much, all of it is too much, he can’t– 

He tosses his head to the side and shoves his face into the pillow the best he can, trying to hold back the scream that’s ripped from him as he feels his cock kick and shoot hard, so forcefully that he feels come splash against his collarbone, spurt after spurt hitting his chest. Kuroo doesn’t stop, working the toy over his cock throughout the entirety of his orgasm and after. 

It hurts, everything hurts, all of his muscles held tight and the fucking clamps pinching his nipples so hard he can barely breathe, his slit feels raw, his body aches. He can’t breathe, can’t think straight, and Kuroo won’t stop- he doesn’t want Kuroo to stop- 

Akaashi feels tears stream down his temples and into his hair and he gives a broken gasp of shock, his eyes flying open. 

He can’t do this. He can’t cry again, not like this. It’ll freak Kuroo out, he’ll end the scene again, he’ll think that he can’t handle it. A bolt of panic rushes through Akaashi. He needs to say something, needs to tell them before they notice it. 

“Green-” he sobs, a real sob, tears flowing down his face, now. “Still green, I’m okay, don’t stop-” 

As expected, the vibrator shuts off immediately, and Kuroo leans over him, taking his face in his hand. 

“Are you sure?” Kuroo asks, and it soothes the spike of anxiety. He’s calm. He’s not rushing to end anything.

Akaashi nods forcefully, looks past Kuroo’s shoulder to where Bokuto is watching him with wide eyes and he nods so that Bokuto can see it, too. They don’t have to stop. He’s okay. He doesn’t need or want this to end. 

Kuroo leans down and kisses him, so soft and slow that Akaashi feels his tense body start to relax. He gives a little moan into the kiss as Kuroo strokes his thumb over his cheek, pulls away and gentle nibbles at his lower lip. Kuroo pulls back after a moment, his eyes flicking over his face. 

“Bokuto,” he says. “Will you let me make Keiji cry?” 

Bokuto takes a sharp breath. “Keiji,” he says, his voice strained. “Are you okay?” 

“I want it,” Akaashi whimpers. “I want Kuroo-san to make me cry, please-” 

“Fuck,” Bokuto hisses. “Green, fuck- do it, Kuroo-” 

Kuroo smiles and takes Bokuto’s shoulders, pushing him forward and making both of them give moans of surprise. 

“Go on, then,” he says. “You know what to do, right?” 

Bokuto gasps, his eyes flying wide, but he doesn’t question Kuroo’s mercy or ask for further verification that he’s really allowed. He draws his hips back and slams back in, his movements graceless with the way he’s bound but giving it his all the best he can. 

Akaashi sobs as he’s finally, finally given what he wants so bad. 

“Thank you-” he whines. “Thank you, thank you, Kuroo-san-” 

He gasps at the feeling of Kuroo’s hands on his chest, trailing towards his pecs. Kuroo unscrews one of the clamps and pinches it open. 

Pain bursts to life in his right nipple and he shrieks, his hips jolting up and making Bokuto’s rhythm falter. The clamps hurt so much worse coming off than they had going on– it feels like his nipple is on fire, burning and tingling like it’s been electrocuted. 

Another gasp is torn from his chest as Kuroo slaps a hand down over his nipple, pressing the bullet vibrator back into place. Akaashi’s back arches up off the bed and he thrashes in the ropes. It fucking hurts, but it feels so good, all of the sensations getting mixed up at once. 

Bokuto is fucking him hard, as hard as he can with his movements restricted by the cuffs. He’s strong enough, with enough core strength that it’s not much of an impediment. Akaashi can feel the vibrator of the other clamp bouncing as his body is jostled by each thrust, the way his cock slaps against his stomach. 

He’s still hard. He can feel it. That goddamn cock ring is making it so that he can’t go soft, and it hurts, his balls throbbing.

Akaashi screams, caught off guard as Kuroo pinches open the other clamp. His eyes prickle and sting with tears, but his cock kicks against his stomach, and he’s seeing fucking stars as Bokuto pounds into his body. He needs to come again. He needs Kuroo to make him come. 

“Fucking close-” Bokuto groans. 

“Already?” Kuroo asks derisively. 

“Shut up,” Bokuto gasps, hammering his hips forward. 

“Do you really deserve anything, if you speak to me like that?” 

Bokuto’s rhythm falters and he whines, tossing himself forward and letting his head fall against Akaashi’s sore chest. He pumps his hips, and it’s so adorable and pitiful, the thought running through Akaashi like electricity. 

“Please-” Bokuto whines. “Fuck, I wanna come-” 

“I know you do,” Kuroo admonishes in that smooth, patronizing voice. “You act so tough, but at the core of it, this is all you are, isn’t it? Humping Keiji like that pocket pussy I bought you and begging to come.” 

Bokuto whimpers, burying his face against Akaashi’s shoulder. 

“You love my attention, don’t you?” Kuroo murmurs. “That’s why you need to act out like this, because you can’t stand not to have it.” 

“Shit-” 

“I’ll give it to you, hm?” Kuroo asks, and Bokuto gasps as he drags a hand down his spine. “I’ll help you. Just to show you how mean I really am.” 

Akaashi and Bokuto both gasp as Kuroo takes Bokuto’s hips, angling them and pushing him forward hard, then pulling him back, manipulating his body like a toy to fuck Akaashi with. 

“Fuck-” Bokuto groans. 

Kuroo wraps an arm around his chest and pulls him back, encouraging him to lean back against his chest as he brings both hands back to his hips, pushing and pulling to set a hard, fast rhythm. 

“I’m gonna come-” Bokuto whimpers, his head tossed back onto Kuroo’s shoulder. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” 

“Shh, I know,” Kuroo murmurs. “I’m helping you, aren’t I? I’ll make you come. I know you want to fill Keiji up. Does he feel good? Tell me.” 

“Feelssofuckinggood-”

“Do you hear that, Keiji?” Kuroo asks. “Your perfect little hole is going to make Bokuto come. Make it tight for him, angel.” 

Akaashi gives a shuddering moan. It’s so embarrassing, the way Kuroo talks about him, but he loves it. He tenses his pelvic floor and Bokuto moans, long and shaky. 

“That’s it,” Kuroo says. “Just like that.” 

Akaashi can feel Kuroo’s hands on Bokuto’s hips each time they slap against the insides of his thighs, can hear the tacky sound of the lube as Kuroo fucks him with Bokuto’s body. Bokuto’s noises are taking on the high, pained quality that he normally only gets when he’s being fucked, himself, all broken and desperate. 

“Yeah?” Kuroo hums. “Come for us just like this. Fill up his pussy.” 

Bokuto lets out a broken moan that quickly turns sharp before he cuts off into silence. He tosses his head back, his body drawn taut and shaking, not allowed to falter as Kuroo uses him like a toy, forcing him to ride out his orgasm even once he cries out, the cuffs rattling as he thrashes in the restraints. 

“Good boy,” Kuroo says. “Coming so hard for us, you’re so good…” 

Bokuto just pants and gasps, letting his head fall forward as Kuroo finally allows him to stop. Akaashi can’t take his eyes off of him, his face burning and flushed. 

Kuroo carefully pulls away, unbuckling the restraints to free Bokuto’s arms. He starts to let himself fall forward but Kutoo stabilizes him, making him sit upright even as he undoes the thigh cuffs and takes off the cock ring. 

Akaashi stares at Kuroo, wide eyed. He doesn’t want it to be over, yet. He still needs to come again, he wants more. 

“Kuroo-san-” he tries, as Kuroo nudges Bokuto aside and reaches to the headboard to untie the rope. 

“Mm?” 

“I-” Akaashi starts. He doesn’t know what to say, or what to ask for. He supposes he should really respect Kuroo’s needs, too. If Kuroo is finished with the scene, then he should accept that rather than pushing for more. But… 

Kuroo begins to untie the rope around his legs, and Akaashi can’t quell the wave of disappointment that rises up in him. 

“It’s dangerous to leave a person in something like rope bondage for prolonged periods of time,” Kuroo says casually. “It can start to impede bloodflow.” 

He looks down at Akaashi and gives a small, amused smile at whatever he must find on his face. 

“We’re not done,” Kuroo says. “I’m just giving your limbs a break.” 

As his legs are released from the rope, Akaashi finds that they really are tired, tingling a little from exertion he didn’t even know was there. Kuroo stretches them out, and Bokuto brings his hands to his legs, rubbing them. It’s so intimate that it almost makes Akaashi want to cry again, the way they both care for him so much. 

“On your stomach,” Kuroo says. 

Akaashi turns over onto his stomach, and Bokuto continues to rub his legs as Kuroo unties the rope around his arms. He sighs happily as the rope is pulled free, relaxing his arms and stretching a little, savoring the relief to his shoulders. 

He feels lips against his spine, his shoulders, and for a moment he isn’t sure who it is until he feels Bokuto’s familiar hands. 

“I have a job for you,” Kuroo says. 

Akaashi looks up as Kuroo pulls his hips back so that he’s on his knees, guiding Bokuto to sit in front of him. Kuroo nudges Akaashi to turn and lay back against Bokuto’s chest, Bokuto’s knees bracketing either side of his body. Bokuto wraps his arms around him and kisses his head, stroking his hands over his chest. He’s so sore there that even the slightest touch to his nipples makes him jump. 

“Still green?” Kuroo asks. 

“Yeah,” Akaashi says, his voice hoarse. “Green, please-” 

Kuroo laughs softly. He takes the magic wand and presses it into Bokuto’s hand. 

“You remember how to use this, right?” 

“Shit, yeah-” Bokuto says, too stunned to reply with a quip of his own. 

Kuroo smiles and climbs onto the bed, kneeling between Akaashi’s legs. Akaashi shudders as Kuroo runs his hands over his belly, sliding through the sticky mess of half dried come. 

Akaashi gives a mournful little noise as Kuroo takes his hands away, and Kuroo hushes him with a grin. He brings his hands to his own belt, undoing it, and Akaashi moans. He feels so hazy. He needs this, needs Kuroo to fuck him. 

As soon as Kuroo is seated inside his body Akaashi tosses his head to the side, burying his face against Bokuto’s neck. It feels so good to be filled like this by both of them. In this position, he can almost imagine what it would be like if they… 

Akaashi jolts at Kuroo’s first thrust, as he sets a slow, steady rhythm. The vibrator switches to life and Akaashi whines, lifting his hips up in permission. 

“Keiji,” Bokuto says. “You really are so good.” 

Akaashi sobs as he slides the sleeve down over his cock, that perfect all-encompassing vibration returning. 

“Bokuto,” Kuroo says. “Don’t go easy on him.” 

Akaashi gasps as Kuroo’s pace speeds up, jostling him back against Bokuto’s chest. Bokuto huffs a laugh and begins a rhythm with the vibrator as well, something targeted and mean, pulsing it so perfectly over his cock that it feels like seconds before Akaashi can feel the urge to come already blooming again. 

Kuroo presses his thumb just underneath his sac, rubbing against his prostate from the outside like it’s a clit and Akaashi thrashes, gripping at Bokuto’s thighs for leverage as Kuroo begins to really fuck him.

“Kuroo-san-” he tries. It’s soon, way too soon, but he doesn’t care. “Can I…” 

“Can you what, Keiji?” 

Shit. He should really know better, by now. “Come, please can I come-” 

Kuroo laughs, and Akaashi tosses his head back as Bokuto pulses the sleeve over the tip of his cock. 

“He loves your cock,” Bokuto says. “Don’t you?” 

Akaashi does his best to nod. It’s different, both Bokuto having a more hands-on role in this part of the scene, helping Kuroo take him apart. It makes Akaashi’s head spin, pushes him that much closer that much faster. 

“You can come,” Kuroo says. “I’m not stopping until I’m done, though.” 

Akaashi whines, bucking his hips up to try to chase the sensation of the vibrator. Bokuto wraps his free arm around him, holding him steady as he strokes his cock with that perfect fucking sleeve. He’s so close, with the way Kuroo drives steady and deep into his body, rubs his prostate with his thumb… 

“Fuck-” he gasps, as he feels come streak across his stomach. 

It’s about half as satisfying as the first one, but it quickly turns to overstimulation just as quickly as Bokuto doesn’t stop, but instead pulses the vibrator over the tip of his cock. 

“Fuckfuck-” Akaashi cries. “Koutarou-!!” 

Bokuto gives a low moan but doesn’t stop, and Kuroo laughs, bringing his hands to Akaashi’s hips for leverage to fuck him harder. 

“That’s it,” Kuroo says. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.” 

Fuck. Akaashi sobs, tossing his head to the side and flailing, but Bokuto is stronger, holding him in place. The cock ring is still there, still keeping him hard even as his cock kicks and fights for mercy. 

“Haah-!!” 

Akaashi spasms as his cock spits out another streak of come, wrenched from him so hard it hurts. He collapses back against Bokuto’s chest, feeling boneless, his head floating away. 

They still don’t stop. Bokuto pulses the sleeve at the base of his cock, and Akaashi digs his nails into his skin before he can stop himself. 

“Yes-” Bokuto moans. “Scratch me, Keiji-” 

He bucks his hips up, grinding his cock against the small of Akaashi’s back as he starts up a faster rhythm again with the sleeve, and Akaashi wails. His whole body is shaking, he can feel that he’s broken out in a sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. 

“Can’t-” Akaashi gasps. “I can’t-” 

“You can’t?” Kuroo asks. “You’re going to.” 

He knows that, knows it very well, but that doesn’t make it seem any less impossible in the moment. It feels like his whole lower body is vibrating and seizing, and Kuroo is still fucking him just as hard, still driving his cock in hard and heavy. 

He feels a stream of come leak from his cock, and he can barely even process that he’s coming again, all of the sensations of his body muddled. His eyes sting again, and he feels tears streak down his temples. He asked for this. He wanted it. He still does. 

Akaashi feels the head of his cock slap against his belly and he realizes with a hot flash of embarrassment that he’s gone limp, that Bokuto is struggling to use the sleeve on him. 

The vibrator is taken away and he almost relaxes until it returns, the sleeve having been taken off. Bokuto runs it over his limp cock and he cries out, sobbing against the side of Bokuto’s neck. 

“Such a perfect boy, Keiji,” Kuroo says. His voice sounds rough, and his hands are tight where they’re gripping his waist. 

“I can’t…” Akaashi mumbles. 

“I think you can.” 

Kuroo probably knows better than he does, so there’s really nothing Akaashi can do but hand himself over. His hands have gone limp, laying beside Bokuto’s thighs, and his eyes glaze over as he watches Bokuto trail the vibrator over his spent cock. 

“Nnnhh…” 

He feels a wave of heat and tingles spreading out from his pelvis, but there’s hardly more to it than that. He doesn’t even know if he really is coming or not, until he sees a single bead of come drip from his slit. 

“One more,” Kuroo says. “Can you take one more?” 

Akaashi tries his best to nod. He feels drunk, everything oddly slow and far away. His ears have popped, ringing with feedback. It all feels so good, but dulled a little. All he knows with certainty is that he wants more. 

He gasps softly as Bokuto circles the head of his cock with the magic wand, and he can vaguely register Bokuto grinding against his back. He wants to grind back against him, but he can’t move, his body too tired. All he can do is lay here and let himself be used. 

He feels something, some kind of sensation blooming behind his cock again, that same warm, tingling sensation just beyond it. He’s going to come again, he thinks. He can’t tell. Kuroo told him to come again. 

He feels it hit his stomach and he moans, but there’s something wrong– his eyes shoot open and he looks down at himself. Ice bolts through his veins and sheer horror kicks in his chest at the sight of a stream of what’s definitely not come leaking from his cock. 

He feels like he’s going to pass out as he registers that he’s pissing . Not enough to soak himself, but enough that it collects in a pool on his abdomen. His head spins and his chest lurches with dread.

“Fuck-” Kuroo moans, and his hips drive forward harder, faster. 

Akaashi can’t think, can’t get through his head what’s happening. Bokuto drops the vibrator and grabs at his shoulders, grinding his cock against the small of his back. Both of them seem to have been driven wild– maybe they haven’t noticed, maybe they don’t know– 

“Good fucking boy,” Kuroo hisses. “Was it that good, Keiji? You can’t even come anymore, all you have left to give is piss? Fuck, you’re perfect-” 

Akaashi just moans in confusion. It’s a good thing? He’s not processing this. His mind feels like thick oil, he can’t bring any of his thoughts to the surface. He feels so fucking dirty, covered in sweat and piss and come. But beyond that, there’s a part of him that wants to let go, wants to abandon all rationale and give himself over. 

Fuck it. 

Akaashi tosses his head back and moans. There’s nothing to hide, anymore. They’ve seen him at his lowest, and now at his most debased, and they still want him. There’s nothing to worry about. 

“Gonna come,” Kuroo swears, gripping at his waist. “Gonna give you my come, angel.”

Akaashi wants to beg for it, but he can’t summon the brainpower to form the words. He just moans, lets his head rest against Bokuto’s neck as both of them use his body to chase their own pleasure. It feels so fucking good, not just the sensation but that he can be this for them, that he can trust them with his body when he’s lost all control of himself. 

Kuroo’s hips stutter and he moans, fucking Akaashi through his orgasm. There’s wetness splashing against his back, Bokuto gripping at him tightly with his arms around him. Kuroo grabs Akaashi’s face and kisses him, moaning against his lips. 

It’s perfect. He loves this, loves them. 

He loves them. 

Kuroo pulls away slowly, letting his forehead rest against Akaashi’s for a moment as the three of them come down. He reaches for the towel he’d laid out to clean up and presses it over Akaashi’s stomach. 

Bokuto kisses the side of his head, not caring that he’s sweaty, that he’s probably disgusting. Bokuto and Kuroo both laugh distantly, catching their breath and breaking the tension of the scene. Akaashi just smiles, his eyes closed and head hazy. 

He loves them. He knows it, now. 

- 

Akaashi slowly floats to consciousness to the feeling of a hand stroking over his hair. 

He doesn’t open his eyes, but he can tell that it’s light in the room, that it’s morning, maybe afternoon, he isn’t sure. He’d slept hard, after falling asleep in the bath during aftercare. He vaguely remembers Bokuto carrying him to bed, but that’s the extent of it. 

He takes inventory. 

Kuroo is playing with his hair. He can tell their hands apart– Bokuto’s are wider, his palms more calloused and fingers shorter where Kuroo’s hands are narrower, his fingers slender and long. 

Bokuto is laying against his chest, still asleep. Akaashi knows it from his slow, steady breathing. Kuroo is on his other side, one leg laid across Akaashi’s straightened legs. He feels pinned in place, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

He keeps his eyes closed and holds himself still, savoring in the way Kuroo touches him so affectionately even without an audience. There’s such an intimate honesty to it, the way that Kuroo’s first move upon waking is to stroke his hair, his skin. 

Akaashi doesn’t know when it’s the right time to say that. It feels soon, but when he thinks about it, it’s been almost a full month of them being together, paired with the months of a not-so-platonic sexual relationship, then the innumerable years before any of them had figured it out. The feeling was there, but unnamed. He knows it, now. 

And he knows that both of them feel it, as well. They say it to each other a hundred small ways a day, in the little moments, little statements. The way that Kuroo makes them coffee, didn’t need to be told how Akaashi takes his, the way he keeps Bokuto’s favorite sugary creamer in his fridge for when they stay over. The way that Akaashi reminds them to take umbrellas when there’s rain on the forecast. The way that Bokuto insists on cooking recipes he picked up in Italy. The way they sleep like this, all knotted together and both of them resting against Akaashi, the way Akaashi wakes up with both of them still here. 

He feels Bokuto stretch, and Kuroo’s hand pauses. He keeps his eyes closed, wanting to listen and observe before they know he’s awake. 

“Mm…” Bokuto mumbles. “Morning…” 

Kuroo hushes him, and Akaashi can feel the brush of Bokuto’s eyelashes against his chest. 

“He’s really out,” Bokuto says.

“No, he’s awake,” Kuroo says. “He’s just hiding.”

Akaashi feels his face heat, and he turns his head away, burying his face into Bokuto’s hair. Kuroo chuckles, running a hand over his chest. He should have known that Kuroo would know him so well. 

“Keiji~” Kuroo teases, kissing his shoulder. “What’s got you acting all shy?” 

Akaashi opens his eyes and looks up at Kuroo as he props himself up to hover over him, smiling so sweet and affectionate that it reminds Akaashi why he fell for this boy so many times over. 

“I wanna get mochi donuts…” Bokuto mumbles, stretching again. 

“How do you eat something that sugary first thing in the morning?” Kuroo asks. 

“Oh, excuse me for not having the taste in food of a 60-year-old,” Bokuto says, yawning. “Forgot we’re all supposed to eat natto and grilled fish for breakfast, like it’s 1853 or something.”

“I don’t eat natto for breakfast,” Kuroo says plainly. 

“You and your fuckin’... fish…” Bokuto mutters. “Weird ass. Eat a donut like a normal person.”

“I love you.” 

Both of them pause. Bokuto lifts his head, the two of them blinking in tandem at Akaashi with wide eyes. 

Akaashi just laughs. He can’t help it. He loves them, after all, the way they banter back and forth, the way they’ve always been themselves. 

“...Who?” Bokuto asks. 

“Both of you.” 

They just stare at him, stunned comically silent. Akaashi smiles and reaches a hand up, running it through Kuroo’s hair, pushing his trademark rooster locks back off of his forehead and letting them fall. Kuroo stares at him, wide eyed. 

“Keijiii~” Bokuto whines, burying his face against his neck. “You beat me to it~” 

“Uh,” Kuroo says dumbly. He doesn’t seem to be able to say anything else, and it makes Akaashi laugh. 

“This is where you’re supposed to say it back, Tetsu,” Bokuto says. 

“I don’t need you to tell me that-” Kuroo hisses. 

Akaashi laughs, wrapping his arms around Kuroo’s neck and pulling him down to kiss the side of his head. Yeah, he loves them. He loves this life they’re creating, every moment of it. 

Kuroo mumbles something unintelligible and Bokuto squabbles at him, teasing him and telling him to “use his words.” Akaashi just smiles, runs a hand through both of their hair. 

It’s perfect. It feels right, it feels like home to be here in Kuroo’s bed as they playfully bicker with each other, all of them still a tangled pile of limbs, affectionately touching and stroking to their hearts’ content. 

“I love you too,” Kuroo says finally. “Both of you.” 

Bokuto practically tackles him, snatching him up in his arms the best he can in their current positions, and Akaashi laughs. He’s been doing it a lot more, these days. 

“Technically, I was the one who said it first,” Bokuto says. “Because this was all my idea, and I got us together, and I asked when we could say we love each other-” 

He’s cut off, laughing, as Kuroo shoves his face into the pillow. Kuroo laughs as well in spite of himself, letting his head fall against Akaashi’s chest. 

This is home, Akaashi thinks, smiling as he pets Kuroo’s hair, as Bokuto whines at him to tell Kuroo to stop picking on him. 

This is home. It’s the whole world.