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POV : Miya Atsumu

Atsumu regretted everything. He regretted ever joining MSBY, he regretted ever wishing that Shōyō had come back from Brazil, he regretted ever playing volleyball, and he really regretted ever allowing his teammates within eyesight of his twin. He pondered finding a way to go back in time just to eat his brother in the womb if that meant that This. Wasn’t. Happening.

The blond tried to kill Osamu with his eyes across the table, muttering under his breath about setting him on fire.

It had been Bokuto’s idea. The quartet of teammates and dormmates were near Osamu’s restaurant while looking for a good bar for some post-game drinks, and Kōtarō had suggested that they go to Onigiri Miya to eat before they had anything alcoholic. Stupid Bokuto and his healthy drinking habits. Maybe Atsumu should set him on fire instead.

The conversation had been fine at first. Osamu had pretended to be annoyed that his twin had come by, and Atsumu had pretended to be annoyed to be there, but they did spend a few minutes catching up before ordering their food. Osamu pretended to refuse them a friends and family discount, but the blond also knew that when it would come time to pay, half the food items would be mysteriously missing from the bill.

Now his annoyance was very real.

The topic had at first been about the game, and Sakusa had mentioned that Kōtarō had been a little more aggressive than usual with some of his spikes. Boktuo had leaned back in his seat with a grumbling complaint that he was pent up, and that he hadn’t gotten a lay in ages. Hinata, as happy and buzzing with energy as he always was, no matter how intense their game turned out to be, had hummed in understanding, casually suggesting some nice stretches that helped him when he was dealing with a dry spell.

Sakusa had scrunched his nose at the crass subject, though after a little poking from Shōyō and Kōtarō, admitted that he was doing just fine in that department and didn’t kiss and tell. The pair had not been fully satisfied and nudged for more. Kiyoomi glared at the both of them until Boktuo drooped, though Shōyō barely looked contrite.

Then, of course, the trio had looked at him. Atsumu had gone stiff in his chair, suddenly under a spotlight. The subject of sex came up occasionally, but usually the blond had been able to brush it off. Now, though—

“What about you, Atsumu? Have any stories to share?” Shōyō asked, relaxed and weirdly casual about asking the setter about his sex life. The Miya had known that the redhead was surprisingly relaxed about the subject despite being the youngest member of their team, but this was a little too much for his poor heart. And they were all sober. Atsumu would have preferred that this come up after they were all at least a little sloshed.

“Ooh! We’re trading stories now?” Bokuto exclaimed, his volume a little too much for the subject in a public space, but Atsumu nearly sighed with relief anyway. “Okay, okay—one time, I convinced Kuroo and Kenma for a partner-swap with me and Keiji! That was fun, we might do it again after the season’s over,” he announced with his usual fanfare.

Atsumu nearly spat out his drink. That was not what he’d been expecting. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, but Shōyō perked up curiously.

“Oh yeah! Kenma told me about that, he had a great time,” he agreed brightly. And then his grin turned mischievous. “You might want to be careful, though, I think he and Akaashi-san had a little too much fun,” he teased. Bokuto put on an exaggerated pout that made the redhead snicker.

“Please, those four are practically in a relationship,” Sakusa snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “And with how much money Kozume makes, I wouldn’t be surprised if he bought them an apartment or something.”

“Kenma would totally do that,” Shōyō agreed sagely, nodding in agreement. “He loves buying stuff for people. He keeps threatening to buy me a car to force me to visit him more often, even though I can’t drive to save my life,” he snickered.

“Yer friend wants ter buy you a car?” Atsumu asked, a little stunned. He knew of Kenma, though he didn’t know him. Hinata made lots of friends, and some of them were in pretty high places. But a car was a whole other deal.

Something about Atsumu’s surprise made Bokuto laugh.

“Ken and Shōyō are hilarious, it’s so fun to watch them argue! And it’s so cute when Kenma buys him things, even though I’m not allowed to be sneaky and deliver for him anymore,” he said, trailing off into a real pout this time.

“I knew it was you who put that suit in my closet!” Shōyō exclaimed, but his theatrics were good natured and only made Kōtarō laugh harder. Hinata folded his arms and put on a pompous air. “I’m never sleeping with you again,” he announced, turning his head away.

Atsumu did choke on his drink this time, his face feeling hot.

“You two—” he started, stunned and coughing as he looked between two of his dormmates. Hinata tilted his head.

“Yeah? Why?” he asked. “Oh, don’t worry, it was a one-time—well, two-time thing, it’s not going to interfere with our teamwork,” Shōyō explained, as if that was what Atsumu was surprised about. “I’d offer again, but Ken gets jealous,” he added, shooting the spiker a toothy grin. Bokuto turned pink.

“Jealous over whom?” Kiyoomi asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Y’know… I’m not sure,” Shōyō admitted, actually having to consider it. Bokuto looked just as thoughtful. Atsumu opened and closed his mouth, a bit stunned. Was all this really going on under his nose?

“You’re a little wilder than I first thought,” Sakusa observed, still more amused than anything. “I get Bo, but you?” Hinata shrugged.

“It’s fun, but Bo wasn’t my wildest ride,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at Kiyoomi.

“Boo, I’m great,” Kōtarō whined. And then he groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Do you think Keiji will give me the okay to sleep with you later? He’s in Tokyo with Kuroo and Kenma anyway.”

“I’m not opposed,” Shōyō hummed, taking a sip of his drink. Atsumu felt dizzy. It was that easy?!

“What was your wildest ride? Now I’m curious,” Sakusa just had to ask, apparently. The blond wasn’t sure if he felt like he was watching a trainwreck that he couldn’t look away from or if he was in a bizarre dream.

“Hmm,” the redhead considered, tilting his head back and forth. “I mean, there was that one time I had sex on a public beach. That was pretty wild,” he decided. Atsumu gulped, having to focus to avoid coughing in shock again, both with surprise and the rather vivid images that were brought up with the comment. “I wouldn’t call Oikawa-san ‘wild,’ though, he’s spontaneous and fun, and really good with his fingers, but not wild.”

Oikawa?! That was—Atsumu would have rathered to find out that Shōyō had slept with literally anyone but Oikawa—sans his brother. That would mean a betrayal of the highest order.

“I thought that fling was just a rumor,” Kiyoomi said, leaning forward at the promise of gossip. Hinata turned a little pink around the edges.

“Nope. But we were younger and less experienced; it was what we needed at the time. He’s still a great friend,” Shōyō explained, the smile on his face warm and making Atsumu’s gut do a weird little flip. “I was super homesick, and he was too. It was great to run into him in Rio.”

“Does Iwa-san know?” Bokuto inquired. And then he narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know Oikawa very well, and you were like—nineteen when you ran into him. He was nice to you, right?”

“He was a gentleman and bought me dinner first,” Shōyō snickered. “And…” Hinata turned a proper pink. “Iwa-san knows.”

Sakusa narrowed his eyes.

“You’re an animal,” he accused. Hinata turned up his nose, not doing a very good job at pretending to be haughty.

“I’m a young man in my prime with a healthy sex life,” he disagreed. The information clicked.

“You had sex with Iwa-san?!” Bokuto hissed. “Ugh, I’m so jealous!” he whined, just when Atsumu thought that he’d found an ally.

“It was technically a threesome,” Hinata mumbled into his glass. And then he shot Bokuto with a steely glare. “No telling on me, Iwa-san will never let me live it down if you go around telling the team.”

A three—Atsumu felt a bit like he was going to float away, completely blindsided. Since when was Shōyō… Even Kiyoomi looked surprised at that one, but no less interested.

“I have to ask, how do threesomes even work? I feel like they’d just get awkward quick,” he asked. Bokuto was the one to jump in, gleeful.

“They’re so much fun if you do it right! It takes a little planning but—”

Atsumu didn’t know if he was relieved or not when Osamu approached with their food, his eyebrow raised to the excitement at the table.

“Good game?” he asked, setting down their plates.

“Trading stories,” Hinata answered vaguely, friendly as ever.

“About threesomes? You four ain’t exactly bein’ quiet,” Osamu observed dryly.

“Lamenting over dry spells apparently,” Kiyoomi groaned, pointing at Shōyō and Bokuto. The latter was completely unashamed, sticking his tongue out at Sakusa.

Atsumu knew the moment that Osamu expression changed that he was fucked. Or severely unfucked if he was being specific.

“Yeah? ‘Tsumu really knows all about that,” Osamu said. Atsumu suddenly remembered his twin being irritated with him earlier that week after he’d called him at an ungodly hour to ask if he thought that maybe he had a chance with Shōyō—again. Ugh, this was definitely revenge—

“—Considerin’ he’s practically a virgin,” his twin continued, tone mercilessly pleasant. “Did y’all want any sides? I’ll bring over some pickled plum, I know ya like that with yers, Hinata-kun,” he added before breezing away like he hadn’t upended Atsumu’s cover.

“Whoa, really?!” Bokuto asked immediately, loudly. Atsumu considered ducking under the table, throwing his fatty tuna onigiri at Kōtarō’s head, or marching into the kitchen to find a fish knife to flay his twin with.

“I ain’t a virgin, I jus’…” Atsumu didn’t really know what to say. He’d had sex… once or twice. It just hadn’t been very fun and had mostly just been awkward and weird. Logically, he knew that it was probably due to his lack of experience, but hadn’t really had time to worry about it all that much, being so focused on volleyball and taking out any frustration on the court rather than taking the time to get into a relationship for that.

But with how Bokuto and Hinata were talking, it sounded like the infinitely harder relationship part wasn’t… strictly necessary. The wide-eyed look that Hinata was giving him was especially embarrassing, though.

“You’ve never had sex?” Shōyō asked, managing to sound perfectly curious. Atsumu’s face burned, and Hinata jumped to continue. “Not that you have to! I’m just surprised, is all.”

“I’ve had sex, ‘s just been a while,” Atsumu admitted, feeling a bit like squirming in his seat, aware of the eyes on him. “I don’ see what the big deal is—”

“There’s no deal,” Sakusa said, surprisingly gently. It honestly pissed the blond off a little bit. “You don’t have to do anything, if you’re not interested in—”

“I jus’ don’ see what the fuss is about,” Atsumu grumbled, picking at his food and wishing ill on his brother. “S’ not even that good.”

Now the table went quiet, and Shōyō got a particular look on his face that made the blond feel like squirming. Hinata’s eyes were always intense, be that on or off the court.

“If you don’t mind me asking…” the redhead said carefully, taking a bite of his food to make the conversation feel more casual than it was. “Are you saying that you’ve never had sex, or you’ve never had good sex?”

Atsumu rolled his eyes.

“S’ just awkward n’ sticky. N’ I don’ wanna go ter the trouble of gettin’ into a relationship jus’ for that,” he said, taking a large bite of his own food to avoid talking.

“You don’t have to be in a relationship to have sex,” Bokuto disagreed, though he was gentle about it. Then he narrowed his eyes again, the same way that he had at Shōyō at the inkling that Oikawa hadn’t been nice to him in Brazil, which Atsumu was still trying to absorb. “Were they good to you? Made sure you were comfortable and got what you needed?”

“I don’ know why yer so interested in my sex life,” the blond complained. Now Kōtarō looked a bit sad for him.

“Are you interested in sex? Not everyone is,” Kiyoomi put forth. Miya wanted to snap at him.

“I am, I jus’ don’ see why people get so excited about it,” he near-snapped. Then Atsumu groaned, realizing that they weren’t going to stop pressing him for answers if he didn’t throw them a bone. “I’ve had sex twice an’ it was jus’ awkward n’ weird.”

“Do you know your preference?” Shōyō inquired. Atsumu grumbled around his food. Hinata was his preference, really, but the blond knew that he generally preferred eyeing men, though he could appreciate the female form if they were his type. He mumbled as much around another bite of fatty tuna, sans his puppy crush on Shōyō.

“And… when was the last time you tried it?” Kōtarō asked. Now Atsumu felt truly embarrassed.

“I dunno… sometime after graduation,” he decided.

“Oh, buddy…” Kōtarō said, frowning at him. Atsumu imagined dumping his water over him. “Did you even get to come properly—?”

“I have an idea,” Shōyō decided, taking another huge bite of onigiri, chewing, swallowing, and then nodded to himself before announcing: “Want to have sex with me and Bo tonight?”

Atsumu was pretty sure that his brain outright turned off. Kiyoomi choked on a bite of his food. Bokuto only nodded in agreement. Shōyō looked like he’d just offered to make one of his breakfast smoothies that he liked to share because it was hard to make a single serving in the large blender at the dorms, not suggested a threesome.

The blond was pretty sure that his mouth fell open, and that he had a grain of rice sticking to his lower lip. Shōyō was utterly nonplussed.

“Only if you want to, and we can work out the logistics, but Bo is really good at making people feel comfortable, and he’s a big softie in bed when he doesn’t get too excited,” Hinata explained.

“I, for one, did not need to know what Bokuto is like in bed,” Kiyoomi said weakly, still coughing.

“You can join too if you want! We could make it a roommate get-together!” Kōtarō suggested cheerfully. Sakusa shook his head, red-faced.

“No thank you. I’m exclusive with my current partner,” he disagreed. Hinata shrugged in understanding and returned his eyes to Atsumu, who was pretty sure that he hadn’t breathed since Shōyō had offered to sleep with him. Hold on—

“I don’ wanna sleep with ya if it’s out of pity,” he realized, even as some part of him at the back of his head kicked himself for disagreeing. He’d probably be happy to get with Shōyō in any way—

“I wouldn’t do that,” Hinata said, forehead scrunching. “But I am happy to show you what a good time is like. It’s kind of my thing,” he explained. His—what? At his confused look, Bokuto grinned.

“Shōyō here is big on service,” he explained. “Pretty sure it’s his love language too.”

“I like making other people happy, it makes me happy,” Hinata half-grumbled. “And if ‘happy’ is a good orgasm that’s just a bonus.”

“Shōyō-kun!” Atsumu hissed, his face feeling a bit like it was on fire. He felt—weird. Jittery. Unsure what to do. He’d seen plenty of comments on his official MSBY social media that were offering a good time, from both men and women, but that was through a screen and not exactly serious. That and he was sure that the people posting those things probably thought that he had way more experience than he did.

Having Shōyō—and Bokuto of all people—suggest this was making his brain melt out of his ears a little bit. Weirdly enough, there wasn’t any pressure to it either. While there was an edge of concern from Kōtarō, there wasn’t pity, just genuine curiosity and something weirdly friendly about it. Not exactly romantic, but… romance had always been why Atsumu hadn’t had room for experience in the first place. He wasn’t very good at dating and he knew it.

“It doesn’t have to be tonight, or ever, Atsumu,” Hinata said, lowering his tone into something more gentle as the blond sputtered. “I think it would be fun, and you can change your mind at any time. Consider it an open offer,” he said, adding a little wink that made Atsumu’s heart nearly burst out of his chest.

“Yeah! You just gotta give me a bit of a head’s up so I can talk to Keiji first. We’re pretty open with having sex with other people, but there’s boundaries there and we have to let each other know and get a thumbs up before anything else,” Kōtarō agreed, giving him a big double-thumbs up and his best smile. And then he jumped. “Speaking of! I’m gonna call Keiji! I’ll ask him about you but tell him you haven’t agreed yet!” he exclaimed, shoving half of an onigiri into his mouth and grabbing his phone from the table to call his boyfriend outside.

Atsumu stared after him, still stunned.

“You two are insane,” Kiyoomi decided, glancing between the door and Shōyō, who was serenely eating his food. “I can’t believe that you’re propositioning him over dinner.”

“I like to be romantic,” Hinata teased, sticking his tongue out at their teammate before he returned his eyes to Atsumu, a hint of a frown appearing over how quiet the blond was, still trying to reboot. “I’m sorry if I made things weird, Atsumu, you can ignore us if we’re making you uncomfortable—”

“No! No, I jus’…” Atsumu shook his head a little more intensely than necessary, trying to clear it. “How would that…?”

“How would it work?” Hinata completed. The setter nodded, feeling weird and awkward, but in a strangely pleasant way. “Well, we’d talk about it first, figure out what we’re all comfortable with, figure out any ‘no's' that we need to be aware of first, but also things that we can agree on and what we want out of the experience. Boundaries and expectations. And it’s okay to not know, too. You can always change your mind and step out at any time, but it’s good to have a general plan of how it’ll go with threesomes, or any sex with someone for the first time, so that it’s easier and more comfortable for everyone involved.”

Okay… that didn’t sound too bad. If awkward. Shōyō seemed to pick up on his interest, as he perked up a little.

“A plan?” Atsumu asked. People planned out sex?

“Yeah! Y’know, what’s going where, who’s fucking who, and all that,” Hinata said easily. Atsumu’s face warmed again. “Kink negotiation is a thing too, but if you’re not ready for that, that’s fine. Bo already knows a lot of my likes, and I know a lot of his, too.”

“Kinky bastards,” Kiyoomi teased, pretending to be utterly disgusted.

“‘Yoomi, I saw those bite marks in the locker room, you have no room to speak,” Shōyō snorted. Sakusa narrowed his eyes at him, but wisely kept his mouth shut.

“What… do ya like?” Atsumu found himself asking, wondering, sort of in awe that he was actually having this conversation with him. Shōyō didn’t seem the least bit offended, only sitting up more. Sakusa pretended to groan and theatrically covered his ears.

“Bo mentioned that I like serving, that’s generally known as a sex term for the kind of thing you like to do—or not do—in the bedroom. I’m happiest when I’m making other people have a good time, rather than the focus being on me, if that makes sense,” Hinata explained. “So really, it depends on what my partner wants, but I have my own boundaries too.”

Huh… okay, that… sort of made sense with Shōyō’s character, though Atsumu wasn’t really sure how that worked in practice with his limited experience. Hinata must have spotted the look—god, he was too good at reading him—and smiled.

“I also don’t mind having an inexperienced partner,” he added gently. That piqued Atsumu’s interest. “For me, it’s fun figuring out what my partner wants as I go. Like a puzzle.”

The setter wasn’t sure how he felt about being looked at like a puzzle, but it made him feel a bit squirmy and warm.

“An…” Atsumu glanced at the door. Sakusa was still acting like he hated them, though he had shown a little interest in Shōyō’s explanation.

“Bo likes to be possessive,” Hinata declared. The blond nearly bit his tongue. “Lots of bear energy. He likes to mark his partner—hickeys, love bites, sometimes bruises if they’re into that—and depending on his mood he’s either a total lovebug or a bit intense. I’m sure he’ll be patient if you decide to join tonight, though, and he’s great at backing off if you tell him to.” Shōyō’s eyes had gone a little glazed over at the edges as he looked away. “He’s great with aftercare, too. Bo’s cuddles are pretty hard to match.”

“Again, I did not need to know that,” Kiyoomi complained.

“You weren’t complaining about my explanation about my behavior in the sheets. Are you interested in a tangle with me?” Shōyō shot back unhesitatingly. Kiyoomi scrunched his nose at him like Hinata had suggested he eat something off the floor.

Bokuto burst back into the restaurant, still glowing with ‘I love you's' to Akaashi over the phone before he bounded back to the table, the huge grin on his face telling the group all that they needed to know.

“He said yes!” he cheered. “And I told him about Tsum-Tsum and he’s very glad that Shōyō and I offered—says that setters have to support each other! I love him soooo much,” Kōtarō sighed dreamily as he sat back down.

“Is tha’ really okay?” Atsumu asked, unable to not feel a bit worried. And then he blinked. “Ya told him?!” He dropped his face into his hands. Akaashi was so pretty and so cool and now he knew that Atsumu’s sex experience was pretty much zero. “Does everyone know ‘bout this now?!”

“Well, Kuroo and Kenma were on the phone,” Kōtarō said, completely unhelpfully. Atsumu groaned. “Kenma says that he wants to know how it goes if Tsum-Tsum says yes.”

“He what?” the blond yelped.

“Kenma likes to know these things,” Shōyō said, nodding as if this was some secret answer from the universe.

“So? What do you think?” Bokuto asked the setter, wearing an expression somewhere between his usual bright-eyed excitement and something softer. Atsumu looked between them, both Shōyō and Kōtarō’s attention bringing warmth to his face, before he looked down at his plate.

The pros: Atsumu would get to have sex with Shōyō, the biggest pro for sure. Bokuto was pretty easy on the eyes too, and in some ways, he felt a little more comfortable around the big guy, who he’d known for longer and could trust completely. He’d apparently find out what the big deal about all this was, and potentially get a good orgasm out of it. Definitely another plus.

The cons: Atsumu would suck at having sex and neither of them would ever want to talk to him again. But Bokuto had been happy about the suggestion, and Shōyō had offered and mentioned that he didn’t mind having a good time with someone inexperienced. But if things went wrong, either because it sucked or he professed his love to Hinata or something, it would make things awkward on the court.

But… well, these were his teammates and friends! He trusted them, and given how relaxed they were about this, they weren’t worried about any ramifications. And maybe he also wanted to stick it to Osamu for his comment.

“Okay,” he decided. Kōtarō lit up, his face spreading into a huge smile.

“Really?! Ah, this is gonna be great!” he cheered. Shōyō looked equally pleased, his face glowing with agreement.

“I’m glad—but remember that you really don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything,” he added. Atsumu took a breath, and then finally shook his head.

“Nah, I don’ feel like I have to,” he said aloud, finding that it rang true. Hinata’s expression was soft and excited, prompting Atsumu’s gut to squirm. Was Shōyō really so elated about this situation that his eyes were flickering with that same burn that they got to them when he was trying to hard stare an opponent on the court?

“Omi-san? Wanna be present for the negotiations?” Hinata practically purred, suddenly as pleased as the cat with the canary. Sakusa took one look at Atsumu’s face, and then one glance in Bokuto and Hinata’s direction, and grimaced.

“Can’t you three work that out after you get back to the dorms?” he asked. And then he glared. “You’re not doing it in the dorms, are you?”

“There’s a nice hotel nearby that I have my name on,” Shōyō suggested, which made Sakusa relax, and then sit up.

“What—you own a hotel room?” he asked. Hinata shrugged helplessly.

“Gift from Kenma,” Bokuto explained. “We’ll stop by the dorms to pick up clothes and stuff—is that okay with you, Tsum-Tsum?”

The utterly sweet way that Kōtarō asked, something caring in his tone despite his excitement brushed away much of Atsumu’s worries and nerves about the situation, and he nodded.

“Can we please talk about something other than sex for the rest of dinner, now?” Kiyoomi complained. “And Atsumu, if you start acting weird and mess up during a game I’m going to push you off the balcony.”

“You could try,” the blond muttered under his breath.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait, there was an issue with an order on th’ other side,” Osamu said, bringing over a bowl of pickled plums and some ginger and spices for their second round of onigiri. He sent Atsumu a mean look, but with how the night had shifted quite dramatically, leaving the blond feeling both unsteady, nervous, and a bit excited at the same time. And a little bit smug.

The rest of dinner felt a bit like a blur to Atsumu. He was aware of—and somewhat participated in—conversation, but didn’t feel all-there, too distracted with wondering how this night would go.

Just because he hadn’t had sex for a while, didn’t mean that he didn’t think about it. Shōyō being more service-focused was… curious. It brought forth images of Hinata smothering him with attention—and maybe, hopefully—his thighs. And Bokuto was a mystery. He was a big, kind-hearted person that was a good friend and a good teammate, but Atsumu hadn’t ever really offered him any more than an appreciative glance at his physique on a few—maybe more than a few—occasions.

To be fair, he also had plenty of opportunity, they did share a dorm and a locker room.

Atsumu still felt a little dazed as they left the restaurant, barely even noticing that Osamu’s expression had shifted from being all smug and mean to maybe being a touch regretful, probably worried about going too far. Probably due to Atsumu’s sudden quiet behavior.

If the night went well, Atsumu would absolutely dangle that over his head for a while before anything else.

But as they started to walk back to the station to take the train back to the dorms—a somewhat longer ride, but reasonable—Atsumu noticed a shift.

Bokuto was standing right at his left arm, a half-step behind him, not quite invading his space but walking closer than was strictly friendly, humming softly under his breath. Shōyō was at his other side, the pair forming a sort of circle around him, protective and playful all at once, as Hinata chatted about something random as they walked. They were all close enough that just a little bit of movement made their arms brush together in the cooling afternoon light.

When they got onto the train, Atsumu had been surrounded again on either side, Bokuto slinging his arm over the back of the blond’s seat back, not quite over his shoulders, but suddenly very close to him. Hinata continued to chatter, sometimes tugging the blond into conversation, though Atsumu was struggling to focus.

The drinks had been forgone, though as they got to the dorms, Atsumu was suddenly wishing for some liquid courage. While he wasn’t regretting saying yes, his mind would not stop whirling with information, questions, concerns, and more than a few fantasies that left him a bit hot under the collar.

And once Atsumu had made it to his room, he realized that he didn’t know what to pack. Like, sure, an extra set of clothes, and he threw in some pajama pants to be safe, but what else? He grabbed a handful of basic toiletries and tossed those into an overnight bag, too, but was still feeling awkward and out of place.

Before the setter could actually start to spiral, Bokuto appeared in his doorway—how a man so large managed to move so quietly all the time was beyond him—and stepped inside.

“You ready, Tsum-Tsum?” he asked, outwardly casual, though the blond could spot the excitement in his eyes.

“Think so,” Atsumu murmured. Kōtarō offered a hand, slinging Atsumu’s bag over his own shoulder.

“Don’t worry! Shōyō’s bringing most of the stuff, all you really need is to bring yourself,” he said, eyes twinkling with a little more than their usual friendly warmth. Atsumu felt his cheekbones warm, but Bokuto was good at taking the pressure off, so he felt a bit lighter as he trailed after the taller man, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with a slightly judgemental Sakusa in the kitchen, though he was pretty sure that the look was more teasing than anything.

Another train ride brought them from the dorms into the downtown area of Osaka. However, the pair managed to sit even closer to him this time, knees touching and bodies warm on either side of the setter. But both of them were always touchy.

They were athletes, it was a common occurrence for the team to offer each other friendly pats, sling their arms over each other, or embrace after a game well won. Bokuto and Shōyō were also always happy to indulge in bickering turning to wrestling, all while Kiyoomi stood over them and complained and pretended that he wasn’t making bets.

Still, there was an electrifying difference between friendly horseplay and what the pair were offering Atsumu now. Bokuto had slung his arm behind the setter again, but this time his hand was on the small of his back, sandwiched between the blond and the seat. Shōyō had simply left his hand over Atsumu’s knee, a gentle but tingly touch.

The quiet between them was unusual too. Shōyō was on his phone in his free hand, sending fast-paced messages to one or two people, absently tracing circles with his thumb on Atsumu’s knee. Bokuto was softly humming under his breath, swaying with the movement of the train and lost in thought.

Atsumu almost didn’t want to get up from his seat as the train reached their stop, but with Hinata suddenly grabbing his hand to guide him down the street, he wasn’t exactly complaining either.

The hotel was fancier than Atsumu had expected. It wasn’t the most expensive one in the city, but it was high-end with high ceilings and tasteful decor. Hinata had barely even needed to check in, the clerk recognised him and was friendly with him, handing him a key card with his name on it and two extra for Bokuto and Atsumu.

As they got into the elevator, Atsumu’s heart began to pound. He felt a bit like he was about to go on his first date. Hell, he probably wasn’t quite this jittery before having sex for the actual first time. He also felt slightly wobbly, a touch nauseous, but kept himself upright with Bokuto’s gentle hand on his back and Shōyō’s tug on his hand.

It wasn’t just a room, Atsumu observed with a half-hearted glare as they stepped into the suite near the top of the hotel. It wasn’t obnoxiously large, but it was fancy as all hell and had a large living room and kitchen area before moving down a mini-stair to a large glass wall with equally transparent doors, leading to a balcony with a private hot tub. The open plan allowed Atsumu to peek into the bedroom, which had a large, definitely king-sized bed.

“It’s been a while,” Shōyō hummed, leaving his bag next to an armchair. The redhead stretched, popping his back and cracking his neck. “Do you want to order room service? Kenma says that they’ve got really good champagne here.”

“Room service!” Bokuto agreed with delight, throwing his and Atsumu’s bag onto the nearest chair and bouncing over to the wall-phone, a few menus already placed below it for options. “Ooh! We gotta get some chocolate-covered strawberries! Atsumu loves strawberries,” he added, scanning through the options.

Atsumu, who was pretty sure that he’d only mentioned that in passing once or twice, was surprised and maybe a teeny bit touched that Bokuto had remembered.

“We’re not just gonna pounce on you, Atsumu, you can come sit down,” Hinata said, a little laugh in his throat as he tugged the blond—who had been standing in the entryway—into the living space, nudging him to sit on the couch. “It might take a minute to get used to, but we’re all friends here.”

Right. These were the people that Atsumu went grocery shopping with on weekends and complained to in the middle of the night and had gotten drunk out of his mind around. These were the people he mourned losses and celebrated wins with. And they didn’t seem nervous, so the blond managed to relax into the very comfortable couch a bit, some of the awkwardness fading into familiarity. His efforts were rewarded with a grin from Hinata, and Bokuto joined them a short moment later after getting off the phone with room service.

“Okay! Planning time!” Bokuto said, squeezing a throw pillow onto his lap to prop his elbows onto it. “What do you wanna do tonight, Tsum-Tsum?”

Uh… sex? Wasn’t that the whole point? Kōtarō blinked at him when he just stared back.

“He wants to know what you’re into, Atsumu,” Shōyō explained, propping his socked feet up on the ottoman. “Your preferences and stuff—what do you want tonight?”

Atsumu… honestly didn’t know what to say. What did he say? That he was just curious about how different this was supposed to be? That he wasn’t picky? That he was pretty sure that he trusted the both of them to do whatever they wanted?

“It’s okay not to know,” Bokuto chimed in, warm and relaxed. “What do you like?”

Atsumu thought back to his previous two experiences. Dull. Uninteresting. Sort of uncomfortable.

“We can find out as we go along,” Shōyō suggested, returning his hand to Atsumu’s knee. “We can take it slow and find out what you like, and you can let us know what’s good and what’s not?”

That sounded easier.

“Yeah, sorry, I jus’ didn’t really have a great time before,” Atsumu said, his voice sort of croaky with nerves. “It was jus’ boring. Like I got off but no better than doin’ it myself,” he decided.

“Huh… okay, in your previous experiences—or even on your own—do you focus more on your prostate or your dick?” Hinata asked, as if he was asking about the weather. The blond’s face turned hot.

“My—Shōyō-kun!” he hissed. Shōyō shrugged.

“I’m curious! That’ll help me know where to target,” he explained.

“I haven’t—is this normal for him?” Atsumu asked, gesturing to the redhead while he pointed the question at Bokuto, whose demeanor had changed. His eyes had taken on a glitter, wide and staring.

“Shōyō, I don’t think Tsum-Tsum’s discovered his g-spot yet,” he announced. The blond’s mouth dropped open at the betrayal, only for Hinata to agree.

“Ooh, that’ll be fun! Atsumu, do you want to try it? It’s great,” Shōyō agreed, bright and excited about it. “Sure, an orgasm is an orgasm, but it’s really different coming from the back, it’s a lot more intense, in a good way!”

“I—” Atsumu probably should have expected this, but the sheer, still weirdly casual excitement was jarring. But… well, he’d heard of it, though he’d never tried it himself. The setter sat back a little, letting Bokuto’s hand ground him for a moment. The pair didn’t push, just waited patiently. Finally, Atsumu nodded.

“Sure, jus’—isn’ it uncomfortable?”

“It’s a little weird at first, but if you’re gentle about it, it doesn’t hurt,” Hinata explained easily. “And you can always change your mind if you don’t like it. Not everybody is into it.” Atsumu agreed to that easily, finding that the release in some of the pressure was helpful.

Room service arrived, and conversation flowed more easily with the champagne and strawberries. The bubbly was far from enough to get Atsumu tipsy, but the glass worth did taper away the not-quite anxiety. He felt strangely okay. He was sure that if this was with other people—not his Bo and his Shōyō-kun—he’d be worried and a mess of nerves. Instead, he felt sort of relaxed, even letting Kōtarō feed him a strawberry when he gave him his best puppy dog eyes.

Occasionally, the topic would return to the plans for the night, and Hinata was responsible and did ask if Atsumu was sure he was clean, but part of being an athlete was regular medical tests which included STIs, so it was easy to say yes. But most of the time were their usual things. Games, practices, friends and family, all familiar topics that left Atsumu feeling at ease.

“So, I’m thinking that we start out slow and simple,” Shōyō said, returning their more friendly conversation back to the topic at hand. “Bo, you’re welcome to bite me as much as you like, but let’s be gentle with Atsumu unless he finds that he likes that. We’ll be vanilla for now.”

“I’d be sad, but I also really like biting you,” Kōtarō agrees, waggling his eyebrows at the redhead over his glass. Hinata laughed.

“Are you okay with kisses, Atsumu?” Hinata asked, tilting his head. The blond perked up immediately. While sex was eh, whatever, he did enjoy a good make-out. Shōyō’s eyes practically sparkled at his change in posture.

“Ooh, Shōyō’s a great kisser,” Kōtarō agreed, his voice carrying a new edge to it. “You should try it, Tsum!” he added, nudging the setter’s shoulder, who nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Now?” he asked, glancing between them. Just—lean over and kiss his friend that he definitely didn’t have a thing for? Hinata was already setting down his glass.

“C’mere!” he goaded, plucking the blond’s flute from his hand and putting it down too. Atsumu, in a moment of unsure but delighted surprise, leaned down and brought their faces together. He hesitated at the last second, but then Shōyō’s hand was on his hip and he was leaning up to meet him, meeting in the middle.

Oh, Shōyō was good at kissing. He tilted his head just so and parted his lips immediately, licking Atsumu’s lower lip until he opened up. It was a sweet kiss, too, gentle but quickly warming the blond’s insides and prompting him to chase after him, deepening it. Atsumu couldn’t help but shiver, his hands unconsciously reaching up and around to pull the redhead closer. His eyes had fallen shut at some point, drinking in the taste of chocolate and strawberry on Shōyō’s tongue.

Atsumu did nearly jump when he felt Bokuto’s hand return to his back, sliding up and down to dance over his ribs, but it was weirdly comforting and he relaxed immediately. Shōyō made a sound like he was purring into the kiss, catching the setter’s tongue between his teeth and pinching it.

Oh, that was nice. Something curled in Atsumu’s stomach as Hinata’s hands gently curled over Atsumu’s shoulders and the back of his neck, tracing little shapes as he stole Atsumu’s breath and made his heart rate skyrocket.

He felt Bokuto move a little closer, surrounding him from behind, and felt the hair rise on the back of his neck from a soft exhale there, and then he felt lips gently press over his jugular, gentle, testing, hesitating and waiting for Atsumu to pull away if he’d like.

He didn’t. It was nice.

Kōtarō moved upward, tracing little—adorably little for such a big guy—kisses up to the base of Atsumu’s ear, his arms surrounding him from behind as the blond finally pulled away from Hinata enough to gasp for air, his skin tingling and alight.

Shōyō was watching him, his eyes taking him apart as Atsumu caught his breath, moving easily to allow Bokuto more room to kiss and then slowly upgrade from very gentle kisses to something more pressing. Atsumu felt like squirming—who knew having so much attention on him would make him feel so weird? It was a good weird, but usually the blond was used to such a spotlight on the court, not in a quiet hotel room. Here he felt exposed.

Hinata pulled him back into a kiss, pulling the setter out of his head and back into the moment. It was a little more intense this time, Shōyō taking the opportunity to nibble and lick and allow for a little mess and drool.

Bokuto matched the redhead’s energy, tracing kisses and kitten-licks over the back of Atsumu’s neck to latch onto his earlobe, sucking it into his mouth with a gentle pinch of teeth that made a soft sound break out of the blond. That was embarrassing, but Hinata just hummed with something pleased and kissed him better.

“I wanna swap,” Kōtarō suggested, voice low and rumbly in Atsumu’s ear. Shōyō seemed to agree, lowering himself a little to attach his teeth to the setter’s throat, pinching just enough to make his stomach flip and warm, but not enough to actually hurt. The blond was half-aware that Bokuto had taken hold of his jaw and was tilting it toward him, picking up right where Shōyō left off.

Shōyō kissed like he was exploring. Bokuto kissed like he was consuming, nibbling and intense and slightly pushy, though his careful hand on his side was likely there to test any negative reaction that Atsumu might have had.

He’d never imagined kissing Bokuto before it was happening, but Atsumu found that he liked it more than he should. Kōtarō was a comforting blend of control and something careful, like he worried that Atsumu would up and run away at any moment.

Honestly, that idea—no matter how small it had been—had been kissed out of him by Hinata minutes ago.

By the time that Bokuto pulled away, Atsumu’s mouth felt swollen and his neck was damp with kisses and the gentlest of hickeys—light enough that they’d fade by tomorrow if they were left alone. That was polite of them. He was also vaguely dizzy. Panting even though he had enough breath, warm and his stomach was curling and it was only when they stilled that he realized he’d been squirming between them.

“Still doing okay?” Bokuto checked, one of his hands having found their way to the setter’s hip, rubbing grounding circles that made Atsumu feel less lightheaded.

“Do you two practice kissin’ when I ain’t lookin’?” Atsumu had to ask, because they definitely knew what they were doing.

“Sometimes,” Shōyō snickered, taking his comment as an affirmative. “You’re looking a little flushed, Atsumu, are you getting overheated?” he asked. There was an edge of a tease to his tone, but the way that he’d taken ahold of the blond’s shirt told him that he was also asking if he could remove it.

It was literally just a shirt. Atsumu had been shirtless around them plenty of times. Hell—they’d all forgotten to bring a towel to the communal showers in the locker rooms at least once. But today was different. So he nodded and then blinked with a little surprise when Bokuto went ahead and took initiative, removing the setter’s shirt for him.

“Can I kiss you here, too?” Hinata asked, making eyes at Atsumu’s chest. Damn, he wished that he had a photographic memory, he wanted that moment on loop.

“Yeah,” he agreed, feeling a bit shuddery.

“Me too?” Kōtarō asked as if he was pleading, dropping his head onto Atsumu’s shoulder, which—they were so interested in him! He didn’t know what he’d expected, but he’d thought that there would have been more of an expectation for him to be doing something, not getting thoroughly steeped in attention on the couch of the hotel room.

God, they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet and Atsumu already wanted hands on his cock.

“Okay,” he agreed. And with no other reservations, they dove at him.

Atsumu was practically manhandled—if gently, between them. Hinata sprawled out on one side of the couch, Bokuto on the other, with Atsumu sitting between them, facing the redhead, who wasted no time in sliding his hands over the blond’s ribs and kissing his collarbone, then his shoulder, then his pec.

Bokuto had gone right ahead and licked a stripe up the middle of Atsumu’s back, making him jump at the sensation, though it left tingles behind and he found that he liked that. They sucked and kissed and lavished him with attention, and Atsumu found his hands on Hinata’s shoulders, Bokuto’s hands keeping the setter in place at his hips.

Atsumu felt lost in this. He’d never quite experienced this level of a full-body flush that wasn’t out of pure embarrassment, and he’d never been this worked up without any attention to his cock before. It was amazing and he was cursing himself for having somehow missed this. He was half-aware that he was making a soft sound in his throat, but fully aware when he let out a little groan when Shōyō’s nose brushed against his nipple when he’d been sucking a soft, sweet mark over his ribs.

Hinata’s entire body did this odd little shiver—like the little wiggle he did when he was about to pounce on the court—before he was still.

“Have you ever given these any attention?” Hinata asked, sitting up just enough to grab—gently—Atsumu by his pectorals, his thumbs pressing over his nipples. Atsumu’s mouth opened and closed for a moment, words having lost him.

“Hmm?” Kōtarō inquired from behind, leaning over to see what the fuss was about. “Ooh, I want to get my mouth on those. Pretty please, Tsum-Tsum?”

“You want to suck on my—why?” the setter hissed. He was pretty sure that was only for women. The pair glanced at each other. Maybe he’d said that last bit out loud?

“Want to try? Here,” Shōyō seated himself back onto the couch, propping his back on the armrest with his legs splayed out. Atsumu gulped when he spotted the clear hard-on pressing against Hinata’s jeans. Kōtarō, gentle, and visibly keeping an eye on him for any reservations, moved Atsumu around so that he was leaning back against the redhead, his head resting on Shōyō’s chest. He could feel his dick poking him in his back somewhere, and his mouth went a bit dry.

“Kō’s great at this part, but you don’t ever have to agree to our suggestions,” Hinata soothed, running his hands through Atsumu’s hair. The setter honestly just wanted out of his jeans, and felt underdressed between them.

“… Sure,” he decided. Kōtarō beamed from where he was hovering over him, and then lowered himself to splay out over Atsumu’s lap, rubbing his nose into his stomach like a pleased cat. The ridiculous action nearly made Atsumu laugh, and he was glad that the guy didn’t go right for the money, opting instead to trace kisses over where Hinata had left little marks up to his chest.

Hinata just continued to play with Atsumu’s hair, only increasing this odd feeling of charged arousal and comfort that the blond was experiencing.

Bokuto kissed and sucked where he pleased a few times, occasionally biting gently, heeding Shōyō’s earlier warning, before his hand traced up to circle the setter’s right nipple. While the brush earlier had been something he’d chalked up to a one off, now that there was purposeful attention, Atsumu found gentle little sparks of pleasure shooting out from where Bokuto rubbed, and his legs squeezed together in an odd mix of surprise and arousal.

Shōyō’s hands stilled in Atsumu’s hair for a moment, and then he hummed in appreciation, continuing the impromptu head massage. Bokuto rubbed a little more firmly while he turned his mouth over Atsumu’s heart, swirling his tongue over his left nipple as his thumb continued on his right. The added wetness only made the pleasure increase, and Atsumu felt his body shudder at the sensation.

Bokuto closed his mouth around his left side, and then sucked, pinching his right at the same time.

“God—shit—!” Atsumu yelped, his whole body stiffening as his insides jumped and his cock strained, the pleasure abruptly intense. Shōyō was already there, soothing and sweet, his hands rubbing the setter’s shoulders as Kōtarō continued, sucking and swirling his tongue and switching which side he was focusing on and Atsumu was feeling jittery and sweaty and he was half-aware that he was squirming enough to make Hinata groan into his ear and his fingernails were probably biting into Bokuto’s shoulders.

If he’d been overheated before, he was melting, now, every part of him overwhelmed and aglow and shivering, his breaths coming out sharp and fast and he was pretty sure that he was moaning and—

“Kō,” Hinata called, voice heavy.

Kōtarō popped off Atsumu’s left nipple, lazily circling the other to keep these tingles shooting through the setter’s nerves going as he met Hinata’s eyes.

“Atsumu? Do you want to go to the bedroom now?” Shōyō suggested in his ear, his own voice edged with enough want to make Atsumu dizzy.

“Please,” he panted. Bokuto was up in an instant, and before the setter could even think about following, Kōtarō had grabbed him around the waist and slung him over his shoulder, making for the bedroom before Atsumu could even yelp.

Shōyō was absent for a moment, and Bokuto—after checking in with the blond first—removed Atsumu of his pants, then his boxers for him, leaving him shivery and somewhere between hot and cold on the plush covers as he stripped himself down to his birthday suit.

Ookay, this was really getting real, but Atsumu was so worked up it was a relief when Kōtarō, big but so gentle, crawled onto the bed with him, gently initiating a kiss that the blond melted into.

“Don’t mind me,” Hinata snorted when he found them, carrying in his bag. He pulled it open and began to toss items onto the bed beside them. A large bottle of lube, a few condoms, wet wipes, and a little box that Bokuto broke off the kiss for.

“Oh, Shōyō, please let me put that in you,” he said immediately. Hinata shot him a grin.

“I hoped you’d say that,” he agreed. He made no move to take off his own clothes, just stood at the edge of the bed for only a moment before Kōtarō was scrambling to do it for him. Oh—Bokuto must like that, he had been the one to take off Atsumu’s clothes.

Shōyō rewarded the man by pulling him into a deep kiss as Kōtarō fumbled at his pants, working his jeans off without ever breaking away from the shorter man.

The moment that Hinata was also naked—which Atsumu was appreciating the image of—Bokuto scooped him up and threw him, Shōyō bouncing onto the mattress with a laugh. Oh—Kōtarō had been far more gentle with Atsumu.

“You might need to work me open a little, it’s been a while,” Hinata called over his shoulder as he rolled over, practically in Atsumu’s lap, who gulped at the sudden, sensitive, skin-to-skin contact. The redhead’s eyes were dilated to the extreme, a pretty pink flush to his face and shoulders. His cock hung heavy and low from where he was lounging his upper half but keeping his hips lifted off the bed with his knees.

“We got you a little more worked up than I’d like earlier, even if it was lovely to watch,” Shōyō explained, his voice soft but edged with arousal as Bokuto happily went about opening a condom behind him. “Are you still doing okay? Still up for this?”

“Definitely,” Atsumu breathed, licking his lips, a touch distracted by Hinata’s very arousing position in front of him.

“Okay. I don’t want to overwhelm you too much, the point is to have a good time,” Hinata explained, softening further. “Now, Bo here really likes to watch me squirm. He also likes to bite me. He also likes a good challenge. How do you feel about me trying some things with you while he tries to make me break?” he suggested.

Okay, Atsumu really liked the idea of watching Hinata squirm. He was also wondering what kind of faces Shōyō would make in that situation, and was very intrigued.

“Like what?” the blond asked.

“Well, I’ll give you a moment to relax a little, we don’t want the fun to end too early, and when you’re still new to this it’s harder to come more than once without getting too overstimulated,” Hinata explained. Bokuto had pulled the condom onto one of his fingers and was drizzling lube over it, uncaring that a little bit dripped onto the probably expensive covers.

“Multiple—yeah, I don’ know about—” That felt a little too much, and Shōyō put his hand over his thigh, giving him a comforting little squeeze.

“I know. Bo and I can go for a while. But this is a different kind of stamina than what we get on the court. But Kō’s getting antsy and if I don’t give him something to do he’s going to start trying to eat us alive,” Hinata snickered. Bokuto pouted behind him, but didn’t deny it.

“So I don’ have to…” Atsumu had tried, once or twice, to continue after coming when masturbating, but did not enjoy the overstimulation and too-much that came with it. Hinata’s eyes sharpened.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, especially in here,” he said, almost scolding him. But the blond relaxed with a nod.

“Kō, give me a moment, please?” Shōyō asked over his shoulder. Bokuto nodded and retreated a little so that Hinata could sit up. “Do you still want to try playing with your prostate a little? I’ll only use my fingers, any more than that is a bit much for a first time,” he suggested.

“Is it… really that nice?” Atsumu had to ask, a little dubious.

“Want to see?” Hinata asked. Finally, too curious to refuse, Atsumu nodded. Hinata immediately got to work, rearranging pillows until the setter was propped up like he was sitting on a throne, a pillow stuffed just under his hips, exposing him to Shōyō, who had Bokuto pass up a condom and a towel from his bag. He placed the soft towel under the blond, explaining that it was a little more sanitary that way, but left the condom beside them.

“I’m not going to start yet,” he explained when Atsumu gave him a curious look. “Kō, I’m ready if you are,” he added over his shoulder. Bokuto, who had been vibrating with excitement, immediately crouched on the bed behind Hinata, practically humming.

Shōyō seemed content to knead and squeeze Atsumu’s thighs, relaxing and simple and less intense, though the setter still felt like his skin was buzzing.

He also couldn’t really see what Bokuto was up to, but he could see when Hinata’s face changed. His eyelids drooped and a pleased sigh breathed out of him, the muscles in his back shifting as he lifted his hips a little higher. There was a soft squelching sound that came a moment later, and Hinata let out a soft little noise, lowering his head a little more.

The redhead continued with his task of groping Atsumu’s thighs, pressing kisses where he wanted when the setter allowed the action, distracted with the image of those red curls and his face being so close to his straining, hardened cock. The setter’s gaze turned to Kōtarō, who looked entranced, eyes watching his and Shōyō’s every movement, working his finger somewhere inside the shorter man.

Atsumu watched as Bokuto pulled out enough to stretch the condom over two fingers, add a little more lube, and then plunge back in.

Shōyō let out a little squeak of surprise, tensing and his teeth clenching a little too hard on the setter’s thigh, making him jump and let out a squeak of his own. Hinata offered a silent apology with a few little licks. Then a few more a little higher, a little—

Atsumu let out a groan when Hinata was close enough that he could feel his breath on his cock, warm and wet and so close.

“If you want, At—mm—Atsumu, I can suck you off while I open you up,” Shōyō managed, his words slurring slightly at the edges. The blond flushed, and Hinata’s grin widened at his visible excitement at the idea. His cock might have twitched too. “It’s nice, you get stimulation from both endss!” he tapered off with a high-pitched whine, his body jolting and his back arching in a way that made Atsumu lose his breath for a moment. Bokuto, eyes dark and intense, beamed behind them.

“Found it!” he cheered. Atsumu watched the muscles in his arm tense and Shōyō, whose head had dropped down to land on the setter’s thigh, let out another whine as his body did that odd, sharp tense again.

Okay, Atsumu was way more invested now.

“You should start on Tsum-Tsum now, Shōyō, before you get too distracted,” Kōtarō said from behind them. Hinata shivered again but lifted his head, his lips wet with drool and his eyes heavy-lidded.

“S’ that what you’d like, Atsumu?” he checked. Entranced, Atsumu nodded.

Shōyō shifted enough to support his upper body with his elbows again, opening the condom and pulling it onto a single finger. Bokuto lent him the lube long enough to add extra, but the man decided to fuck his fingers sharply into Hinata the moment that he sat back, and Shōyō shivered with a soft moan trapped between his teeth.

It was amazing to watch.

“M’going to be gentle and just rim you first. I won’t do anything else until you tell me it’s okay,” Hinata added, his voice soft as he returned to pressing kisses into Atsumu’s hip. The setter didn’t know where to look. At Bokuto, who was eyeing the both of them as he pulled another finger into the condom that he was stretching Shōyō out with—again, prompting a groan and a shudder from Hinata. The redhead himself was a treat, every part of his body was tensing and untensing as he fought off the visible desire to squirm, panting as he edged closer to Atsumu’s cock, the condom on his finger ready between Atsumu’s legs.

He was still a bit nervous, but he felt ridiculously comfortable at the same time. Maybe he was just so overwhelmed with the stifled little noises and faces that Shōyō was making to be worried about anything else.

Shōyō’s mouth kissed over the tip of Atsumu’s cock the instant before he felt the cold, slick, and covered finger at his hole. He tensed for a moment, but Hinata didn’t do anything other than press gently as he kissed—and then licked—at the setter’s tip, which sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Finally, Hinata opened his mouth and started to suck, not taking any more of an inch, but it was enough to make Atsumu gasp and his legs to tense. Shōyō’s mouth was wet and warm and better than he’d been dreaming of. His finger started to gently circle his hole, and—it was weird and wet and slick, but it wasn’t bad, so Atsumu didn’t ask for him to pull away.

Bokuto, his gaze never leaving the pair, did something to make Hinata’s hips jolt again, though he didn’t bite Atsumu—as promised. That signaled to the oldest of the trio to do it again, and Hinata groaned around the blond’s cock.

Atsumu groaned too, when Hinata lowered his head a little more, increasing the speed of his circling finger as he did. Fuck, he felt like he could come already, the hand that wasn’t gripping the sheets reaching out to fist a handful of Shōyō’s hair. When the redhead whined, he let go.

Shōyō, panting and a little teary-eyed, lifted his head and came off Atsumu’s cock with a pop, simultaneously making him closer to coming and frustrating him now that the warmth was gone.

“You can pull my hair if you want,” Shōyō told him simply. The Miya’s mouth went dry.

“Ya sure?” he asked. Hinata shrugged.

“I don’t mind it, if you like it that’s great,” he explained with a little grin. Which lasted all of a moment before his eyes rolled back and his body jerked again, a noise breaking out of his throat.

“S’—Bo,” he whimpered, mouth falling open. “S’ a little—”

“You’re too good at staying still,” Bokuto announced.

“Mmng—you’re gonn—gonna make me so sensitive too quick,” Hinata whined softly, shivering over Atsumu’s lap.

“I like it when you’re sensitive,” Bokuto replied, uncharacteristically insistent about it. Shōyō bit back a soft groan, the muscles in his back tensing again. “I’ll put it in once you’ve started on Tsum-Tsum,” he added.

“Put wha’ in?” Atsumu had to ask, glancing at the box beside the pair. Hinata groaned softly, lowering his head.

“S’ playing, you don’t have to agree t’ any fingers,” he mumbled into Atsumu’s thigh.

“It’s a vibrator,” Bokuto explained, tipping the lid off the box with his free hand. The blond’s eyes went wide. It was a little plug-shaped thing. Silicone. With a tail at the base end that ended in a little remote control.

“Yer gonna put that up his—” the blond started, and Shōyō managed a snicker.

“Bo loves it. You’ll see. Oh, he might be a touch rough with me, but we’ve got our signals, he knows what’s too much anmmh—what’s okay,” he panted, eyes glazing over a little as Bokuto pumped his fingers again.

“It’s… really tha’ good?” Atsumu asked again. Shōyō nodded, a little squeak interrupting the motion. And damn, it had to be. Hinata was shaking all over and had gotten all sweaty and flushed, his cock untouched and heavy between his legs.

“Okay, ya can… ya can do that to me,” he decided, more sure about it. Hinata’s head shot up, and Bokuto looked just as excited.

“Oh, you’re not gonna regret this,” Kōtarō said.

In an instant, apparently excited about this, Shōyō returned his mouth to Atsumu’s cock, and—after another moment of circling him—started to very gently poke the tip of his finger into him.

It was weird, and not very pleasurable. The setter scrunched his nose, though the very nice thing Hinata was doing with his tongue was making him slightly lightheaded and made up for it.

“Don’t get tense,” Bokuto suddenly coached, watching with dilated eyes. “Deep breaths, he’s not going to hurt you, Tsum-Tsum.”

Awkwardly, the blond forced a deep breath, and then immediately tensed again when Shōyō used the slight decrease in tension to press just a little deeper.

“Focus on what he’s doing with his mouth,” Kōtarō soothed, slowing his own ministrations. “He’s got a really flexible tongue, can you feel it?” he asked. Atsumu tried to focus, and shuddered when Shōyō’s tongue traced a vein on his cock. “He can probably take all of you, you know,” Bokuto continued, voice low and weirdly soothing. And—making Atsumu feel flushed all over again.

“Really?” he breathed, feeling his legs spread a little of their own accord. Hinata did lower his head a little more too, pressing his finger in a little deeper. “Shōyō—”

“You’re doing good, he’s going to be very gentle with you,” Bokuto assured him, serene and yet Atsumu could see the untapped tension in his body, eyes fixated on Atsumu’s near-heaving chest. “Relax little by little, it’ll feel a lot better in a moment.”

Closing his eyes, and focusing on the wet sounds coming from Shōyō’s mouth—and Bokuto’s fingers—Atsumu tried to go as limp as he could against the pillows. Hinata wormed his finger in all the way, pausing for a moment so that he could get used to the sensation.

It was weird. A bit awkward. But it wasn’t bad. Just—pressure where he wasn’t used to there being that kind of pressure.

Hinata, taking this as a great opportunity, started to bob his head. Atsumu’s eyes shot open as pleasure shot through his stomach, and he let out a high-pitched moan of surprise and delight. After a few head-bobs, Shōyō started to carefully remove his finger halfway, and then push it back inside him.

Still weird. Still slightly uncomfortable, but it felt less awkward. The second—third time, less so. And then Hinata was sucking him down and the setter wasn’t able to focus on much more beyond that, though he was half-aware of the digit wiggling inside him.

“He looks like he’s ready for another one, Shōyō,” Bokuto announced, suddenly removing his fingers from inside the redhead, which nearly made him buckle. Hinata popped off, panting and red-faced, and pulled his finger out, stretching the condom over his middle finger as well.

Following Kōtarō’s command—and drizzling on a little more lube—Hinata pressed two fingers against Atsumu’s hole, rubbing and pressing gently until Atsumu was able to relax a little more. Though—his eyes were distracted by Bokuto pulling out the vibrator—having tossed out the dirty condom he’d used. The blond watched as he liberally covered it with lube, and then started to press it into Shōyō.

Hinata let out a low groan in the back of his throat, even as he returned to sucking Atsumu’s cock, which was wet and dripping and his hole felt just as messy.

The stretch of two fingers was slightly more uncomfortable, but Atsumu didn’t complain, soaking in the feeling of Bokuto’s eyes and Shōyō’s working mouth as he slowly took more and more of him in.

“Don’t pull off him this time,” Kōtarō suggested to the redhead, who gave a grunt of agreement, hollowing out his cheeks and making Atsumu jump with a whine, suddenly dangerously close to coming. “Has he got two into you yet?” he asked the blond, who could only let out a shaky sound as he felt Shōyō manage to worm the pair inside.

“Stay still for a second,” Bokuto added, and it sounded like a request, but Shōyō took it as an order.

Hinata was immediately still, mouth frozen and warm around Atsumu’s cock, the man half aware that Bokuto was sitting back a little, the remote in his hand, the other on Shōyō’s hip. His fingers had gone still too.

“Oh, I missed that,” Kōtarō breathed, lips slightly parted. “Shōyō, I’m going to keep it on a low setting until Tsum-Tsum gets to come, make sure that he feels really good, okay? He deserves it.”

Atsumu weirdly felt like he was blushing more over that simple statement than anything else that was going on. Bokuto raised the remote, sent the setter a wink, and pressed the button. The soft buzz of the device was audible, but Shōyō’s loud moan even more so, his legs half-buckling and his eyes rolling up, his arms starting to tremble on either side of him.

Surprisingly, Bokuto left the redhead to tremble, crawling over the bed to adjust Atsumu’s pillows, pulling away many of the ones behind him to squeeze between him and the headboard, nearly making Hinata choke on the setter’s cock.

“See? Shōyō loves to serve,” Bokuto said, as if he wasn’t pressing his wet hard-on into Atsumu’s back. “When I tell him it’s okay, he’s going to start looking for your prostate. It can be a bit much at first, so I’ll steady you, okay?” he asked sweetly.

Atsumu glanced a little dubiously at Shōyō, who was panting and making this soft whining sound in his throat, his limbs shaking as he fought to stay still. Bokuto followed his gaze.

“He’s alright. He can move if he needs to, but he doesn’t want to,” he explained, reaching over to run his hand through Shōyō’s slightly sweaty curls. “Are you ready? All you need to do is tell us when you feel like you’re going to come. I’ll guide you both,” Kōtarō soothed, running his big, warm hands over the setter’s shoulders.

“… Okay,” the blond breathed, feeling a little mindblown and pretty damn desperate to come. But Shōyō waited for Bokuto’s signal, eyes watery and breaths short. Only when Kōtarō nodded did Hinata suddenly dip down, fitting all of Atsumu down his throat, and start to move his fingers.

“Oh—” Atsumu gasped, his back arching without him telling it to, his hand grabbing for Hinata’s hair again for balance. During the minor interruption, he’d completely relaxed around Hinata’s fingers, but now he was shuddering, shivering, the sensation no longer uncomfortable—though still foreign—and now was causing a warmth to spread from his insides. Shōyō wasn’t moving his head as much, practically cockwarming him, though his tongue slithered back and forth and he hollowed his cheeks for the occasional heavy suck.

And then, right when Atsumu was deciding that yes, this was pretty damn great, Bokuto whispered a quiet ‘now,’ and Shōyō crooked his fingers and pressed hard at a seemingly random spot in the blond’s insides.

It felt like an eclectic shock, his entire body went stiff and brittle, and a loud sound between a yelp and a cry ripped out of his throat.

“Angh—wha—mmph!” he gasped, his vision blurring as Hinata continued to rub and press that spot that had Atsumu feeling like someone had injected him with sparklers and sparked a flame in his gut.

“That’s your prostate!” Kōtarō said cheerfully, pressing kisses into Atsumu’s throat as he writhed, suddenly having no control of his limbs.

“I—ngh—ah—” was all Atsumu could manage in response, his toes curling and his whole body shivering and hot and something was building in his stomach. “Oh, God—ohgodohgod—”

“Almost there,” Bokuto soothed, petting his hair and keeping him from—what? Vibrating out of his body? Atsumu felt like he just might. “It’s okay, don’t be scared of it, it’s okay,” he murmured, sucking a mark into the cusp of Atsumu’s shoulder.

“I—ah! I can’t—can’t m’gonna die!” he wailed, his eyes stinging with the overwhelming sparks shooting through his body and turning his brain to cotton. Bokuto continued to kiss and nibble at his jaw as Atsumu’s pants turned into desperate ah, ah, ahs.

“M’gonna—I’m—” Atsumu, his voice torn and gammy and sounding strange to his own ears, felt Shōyō jab that spot hard, and then his vision went white. His eyes rolled back, his whole body spasming and jolting like he really had been electrocuted, panting and whining and whimpering as he felt like he was both exploding and passing out all at once. But he didn’t—he was awake the whole time—somewhat aware that he’d just shot a load down Shōyō’s throat and that his body was squeezing rhythmically around Hinata’s fingers.

Only when the afterglow started to set in, Atsumu completely limp in Bokuto’s arms, did Shōyō slide his fingers out of him—making him feel weird and empty and loose—still gulping around his cock, swallowing what hadn’t drooled out of his mouth.

The setter, staring at the ceiling and half-aware that he was still gripping Bokuto’s thigh and Shōyō’s hair for dear life, wondered how the hell he’d missed this. It was in his own body.

“That was awesome,” Bokuto praised, pressing a gentle kiss—which still felt like way too much on Atsumu’s hypersensitive skin—to his sweaty shoulder. “You did so, so good, Tsum-Tsum, I’m so proud of you.”

Atsumu, who was pretty sure that he’d had all his bones replaced with jelly, could only shiver in his arms, his mouth still agape. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t even think to. Bokuto seemed to understand, and gently scooped him up, accepting the wet wipes that a very-trembly Shōyō passed him, pulling out a few to wipe him off—and embarrassingly, wipe his damn ass for him—and set him back down on the bedspread. Even the gentle swipes from the wipes had made Atsumu cringe away with an embarrassing, throaty whine, and Bokuto had cooed at him for it.

“It’s alright, just relax,” he soothed, pulling some of the sweaty hair away from Atsumu’s forehead. “Just catch your breath, okay? Shōyō can wait a bit,” he added.

Hinata, despite squirming like he was trying to escape his own skin, pink all over and occasionally letting out a soft whimper, didn’t complain once. Atsumu was still trying to for one, come to terms with the fact that apparently sex with Bokuto and Hinata was fucking mindblowing, and two, that he’d had sex with Bokuto and Hinata.

Still, while he felt floaty, he allowed a kiss from Kōtarō as he let himself lounge, limp against the pillows as his skin started to cool, his breaths returning to something less near-hyperventilation as he watched Shōyō dazedly.

Hinata was partially curled up, ass in the air and chin pressed into the covers, breath shaky as he twitched and dribbled pre-come at a nearly alarming rate, eyes glassed over as Bokuto just watched from where he was petting Atsumu’s hair.

“Are you okay to sit here for a bit?” Bokuto asked the blond first, eyes gentle and warm and still sparkling a little. “Don’t worry, the shower here is huge. We’ll clean up and have lots of cuddles later,” he added, pressing more kisses all over Atsumu’s face, which was—weirdly nice and made him feel less like a poorly tethered balloon.

“Yeah,” Atsumu croaked, his voice torn. Kōtarō held up a finger and jumped out of bed, waddling a little with his painfully hard-looking erection, and returning with a big, ice-cold bottle of water, a juice box, and three chocolate strawberries that had been left over.

“Sip the water—drink half of it before you have the juice or the treats,” he ordered through a grin. Shōyō let out a little whine again from the bed, but maybe he was trying to agree. Atsumu could only nod before Kōtarō gave him another big smacker on the lips and then pounced on Shōyō.

The Miya watched, only occasionally remembering to sip his water, as Kōtarō wrestled Hinata into the bed. All of that sweet, careful gentleness evaporated, and Atsumu’s jaw fell open all over again as Bokuto manhandled Shōyō into his lap, one hand grabbing for the remote while he sunk his teeth into Hinata’s shoulder.

Shōyō moaned, starting to writhe in earnest as the big guy sucked dark hickeys and bites deep enough to leave imprints everywhere he could reach; his chest, his shoulders, his neck, like he was trying to eat him.

Hinata only held on and allowed every bit of manhandling, shuddering and then jolting with a squeal when Bokuto pressed the button again, the soft buzz that had faded into background noise turning up.

Now that Atsumu knew what that felt like—even a little—he was absolutely stunned that Shōyō could handle that at all. Fingers were intense enough, but a vibration directly on that sweet spot? Even if it was gentle, he was sure that he’d lose his mind in an instant.

He continued to watch, feeling a bit like he was watching some really weird nature documentary, as Bokuto folded Hinata near in half, his shoulders on the bed and his legs over Kōtarō’s shoulders, biting and grabbing and occasionally clicking the button again.

“Agh—! Bo!” Hinata wailed, his hands reaching up and around to scrabble at the covers, keening when Kōtarō used the leverage to mark his neck until it was mottled and purple. Damn, Shōyō really hadn’t been exaggerating earlier. Atsumu drank his juice, finding it helped with the lingering lightheadedness before returning to the water.

Then, when Shōyō was shaking so hard that Atsumu was starting to worry that he was seizing, Boktuo having yanked the redhead around until he was nearly upside down so that he could chomp down on Hinata’s thighs, Shōyō suddenly jerked. His legs closed and then locked around Kōtarō’s neck and his back arched until the top of his head was pressing against the mattress, coming hard, the muscles in his thighs and back rippling with the rhythm.

Bokuto barely even paused in sinking his teeth into Shōyō’s other thigh. The high-pitched panting coming from the redhead just continued, growing higher and higher as he was locked into place, creating a desperate whining sound as his body jerked and locked and tensed and tensed.

“Kō—Kō, nmmgh—Kō—!” he squealed, voice a wreck, hands clawing marks into Bokuto’s sides as he shook and shook and just kept coming. Only when he started to cry did Bokuto press down hard on the remote, and the buzzing stopped.

Hinata slumped onto the covers with a grunt, shaking as he caught his breath, tears still wetting his eyes as she shot the man a look. Kōtarō did not look contrite, just beamed at him. But—Shōyō didn’t look displeased, despite a hint of half-amused irritation in his expression. Bokuto allowed him to slow his breaths, and without much fanfare, rolled a rather limp Hinata onto his back.

“Any requests?” Shōyō asked, voice more than a little breathy but completely warm. Atsumu stared. He was going to do more?

“Don’t be shy about scratching my back. I like it when Keiji gets a little jealous,” Bokuto replied. Shōyō snorted, spreading his legs. Kōtarō reached over to procure a new condom, rolling it onto himself. Atsumu sat up, quickly swallowing the strawberry he’d dutifully popped into his mouth.

Hinata was… not very tall. That was kind of his thing. Sure, he was built, and despite teasing from his teammates, was truly only a bit shorter than average outside of the volleyball community. Bokuto? He was not only tall, he was big, and that theme continued everywhere. Atsumu had been losing his damn mind over two fingers, and was genuinely unsure how Bokuto was supposed to fit.

Still, he watched, half-nervously sipping his water as Kōtarō adjusted himself, having to grip the base of his cock for a moment for control, and then reached forward. And meanly pressed the vibrator’s base a bit, wiggling as Shōyō arched and whined about it.

“Mean,” he mumbled, and then whined louder when Kōtarō pulled it out with a wet pop, placing the slick item on a nearby towel.

“You sure you’re not too sensitive? I was a bit rougher than usual,” Bokuto checked, a bit of that usual care creeping back in. Hinata made a noise.

“I’m really damn sensitive but I don’t think you’ll be able to last long after that show, big guy,” he laughed. Kōtarō narrowed his eyes like it was a challenge. And then suddenly sat back, on his knees, and grabbed Shōyō by his waist. He really seemed to like manhandling them, though he’d been polite and gentle with Atsumu.

With Hinata, who only snickered when he’d been grabbed, he lined him up and pulled him down onto his cock. Shōyō’s back tensed and arched, and he let out a low, wild sound as he was filled until Bokuto was completely inside of him, the larger man’s hands still gripping his waist hard enough for his skin to mold around his fingers.

Atsumu stared, both amazed and impressed as Shōyō took it like a champ.

“Oh, I forgot—fuck, I forgot how big you are,” Hinata panted, his voice strained as his hands fluttered over Kōtarō’s shoulders before gripping onto him. Bokuto was needing a moment himself, panting into the redhead’s ear as he nibbled with a little more gentleness over the bruises forming from his earlier, not so gentle biting.

“Need a second?” Kōtarō checked, hot and heavy.

“Mm… I’m ready,” Hinata said after another moment. Atsumu watched, fascinated, as Kōtarō rolled them over, hiked Shōyō’s legs up so that he could squeeze them around his waist, and started to pound into him.

Hinata’s head dropped back onto the bed, hands immediately scrabbling, dragging his fingernails over Kōtarō’s shoulders.

“Fuck! Fuckfuck—Ko!” he near-screamed, the entire bed shaking as Bokuto pumped his hips like an animal, teeth in Shōyō’s shoulder, grunting with every thrust. Atsumu had to recap his water when he worried he’d drop it, unable to look away as Hinata writhed and dragged his fingernails all the way down Kōtarō’s back, which made the larger man’s knees buckle with a whine of his own.

Hinata had guessed somewhat correctly, Kōtarō still lasted a solid six minutes before his movements started to become uneven and his panting and grunting turned to something more desperate. Shōyō was a wreck, drooling and shivering and flushed all over, mouth wide open as he could only make a soft, breathy ah from his throat. Atsumu, in those short moments between thrusts, was mostly paying attention to the way that Hinata’s abdomen would show a slight bulge as Bokuto moved back and forth, eyes completely glazed and skin shiny with sweat.

But finally, Kōtarō’s body shuddered as he spilled over, biting Shōyō once more for good measure before he dropped on top of him, panting and probably crushing Hinata a little bit.

After catching his breath, Kōtarō sat up just enough to squeeze Hinata’s cock. That was too much for the poor man, and he wailed, writhing for a moment more as Bokuto pumped him once, twice, six times before Shōyō was coming onto his stomach, eyelids fluttering and his body arching uncontrollably.

Atsumu wanted to keep that memory forever.

True to their word, after the pair had recovered, Atsumu was treated to several sweet kisses, Bokuto carrying the both of them one by one into the shower—which thankfully for the redhead had a bench—and the eldest of the trio hummed with absolute pride as he washed their hair for them, letting Shōyō doze a little through the warm water as he cleaned them up and toweled them dry. Atsumu felt a touch awkward for letting his friend—who he technically did have sex with, but still—dry his hair for him, but he found that it left him feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Shōyō was spent, exhausted and covered in bite marks from his ears to his ankles, an especially deep one on his ass needing a touch of ointment before Kōtarō, still humming with something giddy, redressed them into their pajamas, swapped the outer covers of the bed with a new duvet from the closet, and tucked them all into bed.

Kōtarō lay in the middle, Hinata half-draped over his chest and already completely out cold, his arms around both of them and keeping Atsumu as close as he could get him.

The setter fell asleep easily—more easily than he had in his life—and wondered if he could find a way to non-awkwardly suggest making this a post won-game tradition of theirs.

Atsumu rather proudly wore the hickeys on his neck when he visited Osamu’s shop the next day, just to piss him off.