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The train’s just busy enough that they have to search a little to find a section that can accommodate all five of them without having to stand. It sends a thrill down Kenma’s spine. He’s pleasantly buzzed from the drinks they’d shared at dinner and the promise of what’s to come. It’s not that he planned this exactly, well not completely. He’s fantasized about it, sure. Told Keiji about it and really that’s the catalyst. The thing that puts this in motion.

It’s Keiji that insists that they can all fit if Kenma sits on Kuroo’s lap. That’s when Kenma knows that this is his chance. This is Keiji’s gift. Kenma feels the flush creep up his cheeks and down his throat as Bokuto takes a seat across the aisle with Shoyou. Keiji sits next to Kuroo as Kuroo pulls Kenma into his lap with a warm hand across his belly.

The doors close and the lights dim ever so slightly and makes Kenma a bit braver. It also makes him hard. He grinds the heel of his hand against his dick as it threatens to lift up the hem of his skirt all by itself.

Keiji leans in close, dark eyes meeting Kenma’s, “What are you waiting for?”

It’s enough to spur Kenma into action. He reaches behind and flicks the button of Kuroo’s jeans open. Gets the zip most of the way down before his arm hurts from the angle. 

“You gonna help?” he huffs over his shoulder. 

If Kuroo is stunned he doesn’t show it. He gets with the program quickly. Kuroo takes himself out of his pants as Kenma leans forward til the hem of his skirt is skimming Kuroo’s thighs, reaching out to give his phone to Bo across the aisle. There’s just enough space between their bodies for the wet tip of Kuroo’s dick to push against his rim. Kenma sinks down. Kuroo’s cock is snug and warm in Kenma’s hole. Still open and slick from the load Kuroo fucked into him before they left home. Kenma adjusts himself, gets his dick tucked up into the waistband of his skirt to keep it from lifting up the front. 

Bo is wide-eyed and Shoyou’s mouth hangs open. It makes Kenma’s belly swoop, it feels good to have their eyes on him. In a different way than it does to know there are strangers close by who might catch on. Bo and Shoyou know.

Kenma tries hard to keep his voice steady, “My phone. Take some pictures for me Bo? I wanna see what I look like. Please?”

Bo is squirming, visibly hard in his jeans. Kenma feels his own dick blurt slick against his belly in sympathy. He did that. He’s making Kuroo grunt and huff so overwhelmed by sensation. He’s got Shoyou uncharacteristically quiet, especially after the amount of alcohol they’ve consumed, absolutely mesmerised by the scene in front of him. Kenma can’t wait to see the pictures.

Keiji leans into Kuroo’s side and flicks a hand up to brush Kenma’s nipples. He brings his mouth close to Kuroo’s ear, “He must feel so good on your cock huh?”

Kuroo groans and Kenma thighs shake with the effort not to move, not to grind. Keiji’s not done.

“Looks so pretty on your lap taking care of that fat dick. You want to fill him up? Get him all messy?”

“Thought I already did that,” Kuroo grunts out.

Keiji hums and flicks Kenma’s nipple again, “What a greedy kitten. Can I kiss him Kuroo?”

Kuroo nods and Kenma turns his head and parts his lips. Keiji licks filthy into Kenma’s mouth like he’s the one with his dick buried deep in Kenma’s body. It causes Kenma to squirm on Kuroo’s lap, clench tight around him. And Kuroo moans. Much too loud for where they are, on a public train. Keiji kisses Kuroo quick on the mouth to muffle the sound, mumbles against his lips, “Be a good boy.”

Bo is actively pawing at his own dick and whining now, “Keiji.”  

Kenma’s not sure if Bo’s jealous that Keiji got to kiss Kuroo and Kenma when he can’t from all the way across the aisle or if he wants Keiji to kiss him. 

“Give him some attention Hinata,” Keiji instructs. 

This might have been Kenma’s idea, Kenma’s fantasy, but Keiji’s the one who’s pulling everyone’s strings tonight. It doesn’t last long before Keiji is sliding out of his own seat to take Shoyou’s place. As cool and collected as he appears, Kenma knows it’s affecting him too.

Shoyou stumbles across the small space between their seats to sit next to Kuroo. 

“What’s it feels like?” Shoyou asks and it’s the first thing he’s said since they got on the train.  

“Feels so good. Sexy, powerful.”

“You’re so cool Kenma!” Shoyou is starry eyed, looking up at Kenma.

Their eyes drift back across the aisle as Keiji fucks his tongue into Bo’s mouth and discreetly rubs at Bo’s dick where it’s pressed against the seam of his jeans. 

“You should’ve worn a skirt too! ‘s unfair,” Bo whines. Keiji laughs.

“Not until you ask nicely,” Keiji teases.

“For my birthday?” Bo asks excitedly. 

Kuroo is the one who responds, “You just had your birthday. You really wanna wait that long?”

“Damn! My birthday’s ages away too,” Shoyou grumbles.

They all laugh.

They’re almost at their stop now. Kenma laments having to move. All the anticipation and it’s gone far more quickly than we would have liked. He reaches back across the aisle to take his phone back from Bo and let Kuroo slip out of his body. He feels empty and a bit hollow with this game coming to an end.

Kuroo tucks himself back into his pants and Kenma stands on shaky legs to try and get his bearings as the train pulls into the station. They stumble out together. Kuroo’s hand is warm in Kenma’s, Bo has one arm slung around Keiji’s waist and the other wrapped around Shoyou’s shoulder as they walk the short way back to Kuroo and Kenma’s apartment where they’ve planned to spend the rest of the night. 

Keiji looks back over his shoulder at Kuroo and Kenma lagging behind them, “Happy Birthday Kenma!”

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Kenma opens the door to their apartment with Kuroo wrapped warm around his back. The chill of the night air gone immediately now that they’re inside and pressed so close together. Bo laughs loud in the hallway as Shoyou pushes him against the wall outside the apartment and kisses him soundly. 

“Shut up and get inside,” Kenma hisses. Not wanting to disturb their neighbors anymore than they already have. It’s not ridiculously late but he does not need his neighbors to catch them having a gay orgy in the hallway. He might not talk to them much but he does have to nod and make eye contact with them on a regular basis. It’s very different from the thrill of having strangers watch him on the train.

Kuroo drags Kenma inside and immediately has both hands slipping around Kenma’s tiny waist. He lifts Kenma like he’s a doll and Kenma goes so easy, bare thighs clenching around Kuroo’s sides. Kuroo let’s one hand press against Kenma’s lower back while the other gropes the curve of his ass.  

“You ready to go to bed Kitten,” Kuroo breathes, licking and kissing his way down Kenma’s neck. 

Bo pushes Shoyou back so he can catch his breath, “You’re not actually going to go though right?” 

Keiji strokes Bo’s cheek fondly, “Kenma still wants us to watch.”

Kenma’s feeling a little unsure now, like maybe Kuroo didn’t enjoy this little surprise as much as he did. “Is that okay?” he asks quietly enough that only Kuroo can hear. 

Kuroo pulls Kenma tighter against his body, “Of course sweetheart. Anything you want.” 

He carries Kenma into the living room where they’d laid the guest futons before they left for dinner and spreads Kenma out. Bo and Shoyou don’t hesitate to stretch out close by, Shoyou on his tummy while Bo pulls Keiji into his lap. Kenma feels warm and loved and so cared for. They all want him to have this - to get wrecked by his boyfriend while their best friends watch.

Kuroo undresses him like Kenma’s the most precious gift, whispering praise between kisses as he strips Kenma bare. “So beautiful Kenma. So good for me. Fucking look at you.” 

When Kuroo says those things Kenma believes it. 

Kenma writhes as Kuroo takes his time working down his body, stopping to tease at his nipples and dip his tongue into Kenma’s belly button before swallowing him whole. Kenma used to feel self-conscious that his dick was on the smaller side but after the first time he fucked Kuroo’s face without hitting his boyfriend’s gag reflex he got over it. Kuroo holds him down by the hips and just makes him take it. Kenma rewards him by letting Kuroo know exactly how good it feels to be cradled in the soft wet clutch of his mouth. Moaning and whining and crying out Kuroo’s name in increasingly broken gasps.

Kenma loses track of everything else going on around him, singularly focused on chasing the orgasm that’s so close his balls ache with the need to empty themselves into Kuroo’s willing throat. That’s of course when it all stops. Kuroo lets the cool air hit his spit-wet skin as he pulls back. Fingers fumbling in the urgency to be out of his jeans, out of the fancy button down he wore because it was Kenma’s birthday and he wanted to look nice. 

Kenma’s too out of it to move, barely registering anything other than the loss of Kuroo’s mouth. 

“Let me,” Keiji croons. 

He’s right there, taking care of it. Sliding careful hands over Kuroo’s shoulders, slipping tiny buttons through the loops and pushing sleeves down Kuroo’s arms. Kenma can’t help thinking Kuroo and Keiji look beautiful together. He’d love to watch Keiji take Kuroo apart. It’s a thought for another day though, another time. Right now he needs Kuroo more. And he must have said it aloud because then Keiji’s there, smoothing the sweat damp hair from his forehead and reassuring him, “It’s okay Kitten, he’s nearly ready.”

Kuroo manages to kick his pants off and then he’s back on the futon, hands on Kenma’s body right where they belong. He turns Kenma over, pulling his hips up and pushing his shoulders down, like Kenma’s a bitch to be bred. His dick throbs where it hangs neglected between his legs. Kenma can hear the filthy wet sound of Kuroo slicking his cock with lube before smearing the rest over Kenma’s hole like an afterthought. It’s not necessary anyway, Kenma can feel the tiny gape of his rim where Kuroo’s already been twice tonight. Kuroo seems to know it too because he doesn’t slide a finger in to check that Kenma’s ready, doesn’t push in slow and let him adjust to the burning hot stretch of being filled. 

He fucks in deep on the first go, like his dick couldn’t wait to be buried in all that soft heat again. Kuroo snaps his hips hard, setting a grueling pace. Kenma can’t help but rock into it, push back for more and more and more. It’s not going to take long. The fact that they’ve both already come a few hours ago is the only thing drawing this out. Kenma snakes a hand down to his own dripping dick but he doesn’t manage more than a stroke before Kuroo pulls him up flush against him, back to chest. 

Kenma sees them then, watching him. Bo and Keiji and Shoyou, not close enough to touch but close enough that they can see everything. The thick fuck of Kuroo’s cock where it disappears into Kenma’s hole, the way Kenma’s hard little dick slaps against his belly with every thrust. It’s not that Kenma wasn’t aware they had an audience, but now he can watch their reaction it's almost too much.  

Shoyou’s humping the futon like a teenager while Keiji pumps Bo so agonizingly slow in his hand it looks almost painful. It makes Kenma want to touch himself again, so he does.

Kuroo pushes his hand away and Kenma whines in frustration. He needs to come.

“Come on Kitten -- don’t you wanna -- show ‘em -- how good you are for me? -- Come just on my cock -- can’t you baby,” Kuroo grunts out between thrusts. And Kenma does. Shoots all over himself and the futon as he shakes apart on Kuroo’s dick right in front of their friends. Kuroo’s right there with him, can never last once he feels the throb of Kenma’s body choking up around his cock.

It feels like a long while before Kenma’s back inside his own body, Kuroo curled up against his back as they lay on the futon. It can’t have been too long though because Kuroo’s still inside him, just hard enough that if they stay still he won’t slip out. Keiji seems to notice when Kenma comes back from the floaty place in his mind that he can only reach when he really lets go. He smiles warm and reassuring at Kenma. 

“I think it’s my turn now.”