written by tid8bit on ao3

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They take off their shoes at Oikawa's home, Hinata dropping his shark –thank goodness– in the hall. Oikawa points to his room and they follow behind him, Akaashi glancing around curiously, it was a special occasion to visit somewhere other than Hinata's home, when they wanted to meet for their English classes it was usually there. A cozy home this is, decorated with personality and care even if Oikawa spends most of the time overseas. They enter Oikawa's room and it's just as stylish except for the bunch of Argentinian souvenirs, like Hinata's it has a lot of volleyball related items, specially trophies and medals, of course he'd show these off with pride. Despite the modern decor he keeps a typical kotatsu in the middle, or did he bring it here for the occasion? It stands out with the rest of furniture, specially the plush-looking puff seat nearby. There are books scattered around it and an old cd player, so that must be his chill spot.

Surprisingly they find a notebook, pens, an English book and a dictionary on top of the kotatsu. Akaashi and Hinata look at Oikawa without saying a word and he shrugs his shoulders. "What? I did plan on sticking to our plans at first, still do since our little kouhai insisted," he smirks at their incredulity.

"Who are you and what have you done with my Tooru, imposter!" Hinata tackles him playfully and tickles his sides.

Oikawa bursts into laughter and ruffles his orange locks, "Oh, you want horny Tooru back? Sorry, the aliens abducted him."

"Don't give him ideas so soon Hinata, let's help you study a bit first." Akaashi sits at the kotatsu and pats the spot by his side. It's difficult to get out of the responsible role.

"Ready for the lesson, senpai!" Hinata doesn't mind, he'll need to keep practicing if he doesn't want to get rusty and forget what he's learned so far. If he continues to attend Kenma's live streams he wants to get better, and he's thankful Oikawa and Akaashi are willing to stick around and help. Thinking about it, lately they've been the ones suggesting to meet more often instead of the other way around, but their studying time has been less and less efficient, getting easily distracted with other type of activities. "It must be my imagination, but they're more...affectionate too? Like...a boyfriend," Hinata nibbles on his pen, "I wonder if they go out with other guys, it's not like our relationship is exclusive."

Oikawa starts writing sentences on the notebook to practice pronunciation with, while Akaashi and Hinata hold a conversation in English, related to sports and games, the common topic during the live stream. A few mishaps here and there, not too bad.

"Hmm, I think these may be useful given the context of appealing to your viewers? Try repeating them Shouyou," Oikawa slides the notebook towards the middle of the kotatsu.

Hinata nods, clearing his throat, and begins reading each sentence in English one by one.

"I am very grateful to be here."

"I appreciate your concern, but that is a private topic."

"Thank you for spending your time with me."

"I hope we have more fun together in the future."

"Please bear with me next time as well."

"I love you."

For a minute Hinata doesn't give it much thought, but in what situation would he use the last one during a stream? Maybe if someone donates money to the streamer, does Kenma accept those? It sounds a bit exaggerated to say it even for that reason.

Akaashi speaks after a moment of silence, "Last one, again."

"I love you," Hinata insists.

"Again," asks Oikawa.

"I love you!" he repeats with confidence.

At this point Hinata is seriously starting to doubt the importance of using this sentence in the stream, "Am I missing something?" he glances up to both of them and he understands now, seeing a crimson flush spread from their necks to their ears, gazes on him trying to convey words they can't speak but Hinata's lips let out beautifully. He must look like a dumbass. Sure, these sentences could all be used during a stream, but reading them again...he feels like he's walked into a trap. They've only started studying and he notices them getting closer, it's too early for this. Find an excuse, quick, anything is fine.

"Oh! Oikawa-san, I was wondering, can I sit on that puff? I've never tried one!" he gets up hurriedly, walks towards the puff and drops on it sinking down. Hinata is a master of escapades, he'd put Houdini to shame.

Akaashi's heart is beating like he just ran a marathon, three words and he's melted into an irreparable mess. He pinches his brows and tries his best to get his brain on track, they're supposed to be studying, he knows that, but hearing these words even if not really directed at him made him want to throw himself over Hinata to ravish his lips, his mouth, everything. Hinata has turned him into such a debased man, spoiled with his smiles, corrupted by his laugh, degraded by his scent and taste. He's embarrased at his lewd thoughts, he's grown weak from the stone-faced Akaashi he used to be. "I love you, he says..."

"Shouyou," begins Oikawa in a severe tone, "who do you like more, him or me?"

The question had been lingering on his mind since the first time they had sex with Hinata together and the effect of Hinata's words pushed him to ask. He's tired of trying to pretend he's not a jealous lover, or friend with benefits, he doesn't know where to stand, but he needs to know the answer. A little attachment didn't hurt anybody, isn't that right? Except he's been hurt before, he's hurting now. It never mattered to share until he got to see first hand how someone else cherished and cared for Hinata, he shouldn't be angry, Akaashi seems to sincerely like him outside of sex, but so does he...more than him. He mantains eye contact with Hinata, the air thick with tension.

"Wha-w-why are you saying that now?!" Hinata is caught unawares, it's an unexpected question, none of the other setters have dared ask such a thing. It's obvious that with how competitive they are they'd think about it, but to avoid fights Hinata asked them not to make him choose or favor anyone in particular. It seems the truce has been broken though, at least between Oikawa and Akaashi. The cons of a sex triangle he supposes, specially when feelings are brewing up into an explosive concoction.

Hinata recalls a piece of advice from Kenma. They were playing videogames in his room, a roleplaying fantasy title as far as he can remember. They were close to the end of the game and every choice presented during character dialogues were crucial to advance.

"Okay, listen carefully now Shouyou," Kenma sounds like he's about to reveal some ancient secret, "whenever you're presented with several options that seem correct and you're not sure which one is the best, you have to pick the 'neutral' option. If you pick the wrong one, it could lead you to a 'bad ending' so to avoid that you have to continue the game by following the neutral path first. This is called a 'story branch' and it's one of the basics of an rpg, you have to pick wisely."

"Thank you Kenma, I'll never forget this, you're my hero."

He steels himself looking at Oikawa, the path clear, "I...I would never choose, I like you all the same, you know that Tooru."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." Oikawa crawls seductively towards the redhead, placing his hands on his knees and forcing his legs open, rubbing his cheek on his inner thigh and looking at him with pleading eyes. He smirks and licks his lips, tempting his prey, "Want me to prove it to you?"
Akaashi drops his glasses on the table and crawls in the same manner, nudging Oikawa to the side, slotting himself between Hinata's legs as well. Despite his calm nature Akaashi could be competitive too, and seeing Oikawa trying to steal Hinata from him so blatantly after such a question he knows he can't afford to fall behind. He's not the bold type, not like his rival, but he knows how to please and he's willing to do his best tonight, he can be Hinata's cock-slut if that'll grant him his favor.

Akaashi yanks down his pants, Oikawa follows suit with his underwear. A rock-hard cock pops out, their pupils dilate and their mouths water at the sight.

So here we are, back at the beginning.

Hinata looks down and reconsiders his life choices with sweat on his temples.

"How did I get to this point?"

To make it short, Hinata's actions earned him to be where he is. A good example of the butterfly effect, everything started with stomach butterflies after all.

Hinata's cock twitches as he feels two hot breaths on it. They're looking up at him with adoration and desire, waiting for the keyword, for permission to dig in and feast on the cock presented to them. Hinata gulps, he wanted to be in control tonight, and it seems his wish is granted.

"Suck."

They open their mouths eagerly and lick with so much longing, Hinata's cock is definitely the most delicious treat they can imagine. Akaashi drags his tongue across the underside, Oikawa handling the upper, their tongues occasionally bumping as they twirl approaching the sides. Hinata's cock is throughly taken care of, shiny with a layer of saliva. They switch positions and Oikawa licks Hinata's balls, using his fingers to roll them lightly, in the meantime Akaashi reaches the head and twists his tongue around it, sucking the tip savoring the beads of precum. Oikawa wants a taste too, of course, and they press their lips together as they fight to lick the slit, growling at each other.

"Am I in heaven?" Hinata is trying to figure out if this is a dream or not, he tugs at their hair and mashes their tongues together at the tip of his cock in something akin to an open-mouthed kiss, except he's in the middle. It looks so pornographic as they whine and work their tongues with zeal, their spit mingling as they envelop the head perfectly. Their breath turns ragged, the shivers Hinata gets at the warm puffs of air confirm the reality of the situation. Akaashi smooches the tip lovingly but then Hinata realizes they're not following his orders. He'll have to rectify that.

"I said suck." In a sudden motion he pushes Akaashi to take him in his mouth. The man shuts his eyes, whimpers in delight and bobs his head back and forth immediately, sucking with devotion to the best of his abilities. Akaashi is obviously excited, his cock throbs within his pants but he doesn't want to come yet, wants to be used in more ways, give every speck of pleasure he can to Hinata. "More, use me more, as much as you like, please, pick me, not him." He sucks hastily, his cheek fills up just as he likes it, the constant movement so intense his jaw gets tired, but it's nothing he can't endure. Hinata gets greedy hitting the back of his throat next and Akaashi gazes up at him, eyes blurry with a hint of tears, abandoning himself fully to his lover's wishes.

"Aha, I knew it, a total slut." Oikawa grins as he watches Akaashi slurp on Hinata's cock viciously, his face absolute bliss. He's getting a bit impatient just watching though, and he rubs his thighs together to get some needed friction. He revels in Hinata's expression, he's looking down at them, half lidded eyes dark with lust, holding back moans but letting out aroused growls instead. He's way too attractive when he lets loose, so handsome with sweat rolling down his face, Oikawa can't help doting on him, wishes he'd be the only one reflected on his eyes. He wants to take Akaashi's place and blow Hinata so he tries to distract him, scheming for options and coming up with an unfair trick.

"Damn, look at this...you're so desperate from sucking cock," he curls his fingers around Akaashi's clothed erection with an iron grip, the man drooling from the savage deepthroat and leaving a trail of saliva that fades away as he throws his head back, forced to let go of Hinata.

"Haa-fwaaah-" Akaashi trembles violently, he was trying to stay focused as not to come from the blowjob he was giving, the sudden contact a jolt to his senses. He turns his head at Oikawa with a threatening glare, angry at what he's trying to achieve. "You're one to talk Oikawa-san, if I'm a slut what are you, hard when you haven't done anything yet?" he says as he returns the attack grabbing at Oikawa's tented pants.

Their eyes collide in a fierce stare with a challenge in mind, "Whoever comes first loses."

Oikawa wastes no time sinking on Hinata's cock with a 'hmph', swallowing it whole fighting back a small gag reflex. He sucks in such a lewd manner, fast and deep, looking extremely vulgar as he slurps making wet noises. Pulling backwards he centers his ministrations at the head, rolling his tongue around then poking at the slit earning some more of Hinata's essence. His eyes never leave Hinata's, wants him to see how wanton he is, how indecent he can become to satisfy him, the prim and proper Oikawa everybody fawns over doesn't exist anymore, not when they're together like this. "Look at me, I'm better than him, I'll do anything so please, let me be the one."

Shocked at this development Hinata realizes what's going on, apparently they're now fighting over who comes in their pants faster while touching each other, his own erection so stimulated he has to resort to thinking of unsexy things to stop himself from coming too soon on their pretty faces. "Fuck, you're so hot," he blurts as he keeps switching between their mouths, yanking at strands of hair with both hands, pulling away and pushing down. The vision of them swallowing him entirely and letting go taking turns at his cock makes Hinata dizzy with arousal. Their erotic voices keep getting louder as they get closer to their orgasm, he has to put an end to this bucle or they'll be done before they get to fuck and he hasn't spent a whole day teasing them to finish it this way.
"Stop." They quit touching one another obediently to look at Hinata, their eyes filled to the brim with carnal desire, lips parted with tongues peeking out willing to continue, the corners of their mouths moist with excess spit from stuffing on cock. "You're both so nice to me, let me reward you," he massages their scalps and pets their hair, moving his hands to brush their cheeks tenderly. They lean on his palms to revel in the touch, absolutely putty. It would almost be endearing if the situation weren't so obscene. "But first take off your clothes for me, please?" Hinata smiles, asking politely even if it sounds unnecessary.

Wait, so they haven't got naked yet? How strange, but it makes sense, they were too focused on their personal competition and Hinata's appetizing cock to think of it. They both walk towards the futon –it's quite spacious with three pillows on it, did Oikawa plan that far ahead?– and begin removing their clothes. They share a glance, the fight isn't over yet.

"It's a bit embarrasing if you look..." even after everything they've done Akaashi has room for shame, "but if you like watching, then." His jeans go off first and he kicks them aside, showing dark grey boxers wet at the tip of his hard-on, but they're not on long enough to matter, he pulls them down without haste giving way to reveal his cock, standing enticingly. His jacket comes off next as he lets it drop near his feet, his t-shirt follows afterwards, until they're all bunched on the floor. He looks away gnawing at his lower lip and entwines his hands behind his lower back, face crimson as his erection twitches. Beautiful.

Oikawa says nothing but keeps eye contact with Hinata as he unbuckles his belt, sliding down his slacks and white boxers altogether agonizingly slow, his hard cock bouncing as he steps out of them. He pulls his sweater above his head tossing it away, then unbuttons his shirt and lets it slip down naturally. He smirks knowing he's given a good show, one hand traveling to the front holding his erection and pumping it twice, winking at him. Wonderful.

Hinata's throat is dry as a desert, the private striptease getting him extra fired up. They're both picture perfect, broad shoulders, athletic arms, solid pecs and well-trained six pack, body soft and well groomed. They could probably choke someone with these thick thighs, Hinata knows, he nearly fainted once giving an intense blowjob. How is he so lucky? What has he done to deserve these men wanting him? He removes his own jacket and stands up, walking closer to them. "Face down on the futon," he drifts his hands downwards through their chests with a feather-like touch, across mounds of muscle tacky with sweat, then holds their cocks delicately inside his fists, "I'm going to make you feel really good," he jerks them off but only a few pumps, "because I like you so much." There they are, the magic words, Hinata has them on a leash, trapped in a golden cage.

"Ah- y-yes, please."

"Ngh...chibi-chaaan..."

They're on their best behavior when Hinata is the one giving commands, he starts thinking this is the best solution to appease them whenever they start fighting. Although that's probably too much sex even for Hinata's stamina he's willing to try for the greater good, sacrifices must be made for the team. He takes the chance to discard his own clothes leaving them on the puff while they get comfortable, and when he turns around the sight leaves him speechless. "Holy shit," they're on all fours side by side, chest flat on the futon while their luscious butts stick up screaming 'do me' like cats on heat, their cocks hanging heavy between parted legs. "God let me last until I'm done with them, I can die in peace after that," he pleads with fervour.

"C-condom, and lube?" Hinata's brain must be lacking oxygen because he's having trouble vocalizing his words and his thoughts have become incongruent, it's like someone punched his breath out of him. Or perhaps there's too much blood rushing to his hard-on leaving the rest of his body dry, he definitely feels it getting livelier by the minute.

"Night desk top drawer, lube bottle," thank goodness Oikawa keeps his wits.

Akaashi looks back over his shoulder, "There's a condom in my jacket pocket."

Some fumbling around and he returns with the items, rips the squared foil open with shaky fingers but he's stopped before he can do anything with it.

"Let me do that," Oikawa snatches it from him and Hinata observes as he places it on the tip of his cock, makes a circle with his lips and rolls it down with his mouth until he hits Hinata's crotch. He lets go with a 'pop' smacking his lips, "Mmmh, strawberry flavor." He returns to his previous position on the futon, lifting a brow and smirking at Akaashi, "You're not the only one good with your mouth."

Hinata isn't fazed by anything at this point, he starts lathering lube on his fingers –both hands– and his cock. He spreads Akaashi's and Oikawa's holes letting the lube drip inside to slick them, they wince and hiss at the chilly sensation, but Hinata is about to help remedy that. He pushes his fingers inside them simultaneously using both index and middle, the motion careful as he breaches the rim, scissoring and stretching gently before thrusting in and out, the pace kind and placid. Hinata is always generous with foreplay, he's the giving type, hates to rush things for his own satisfaction.

"Well, enjoying yourselves?" They moan sweetly in reply, the sound captivating, they beg for more, faster, rougher, so inviting that Hinata can't refuse when they're so honest with their cravings. His fingers pick up speed and he adds a third, throughly fucking them until his fingers are knuckle deep, curling them and bumping at their prostates over and over again feeling them tighten up and squirm from the stimulus. "Woah, I can barely pull out my fingers." Hinata is thankful for his volleyball training in Brazil, he wouldn't be so skilled with both hands if it weren't for his practiced ambidexterity, the effort pays off in ways he couldn't imagine, namely making his beloved setters come undone by his touch.

"Ah-aah, yes, Shouyou- babe, mmh-" Oikawa rarely uses Hinata's special pet name, only when they're alone, or when he's getting truly wrecked, like right now. He's having trouble controlling his legs as jolts of pleasure travel throughout his spine shooting towards his cock, precum trickling down with each shockwave. A specially rough bump at his prostate and his knees wobble making him fall flat on the futon, eyes rolling as he lets out a scream, clawing at his pillow. "Mess me up, make me yours, tell me I'm the best, tell me you want me the most, please babe," he wants to voice these absurd thoughts, but his pride advices otherwise. In his blissed state of mind he looks to the side at his love rival, and he knows they're equally messed up watching his lustful expression.

Unaware of the attention Akaashi's eyes stay screwed shut, he's drooling with his cheek pressed on the pillow making it damper adding to the sweat. His jaw is loose, panting heavily and moaning like noone's ever heard before, totally unrestrained. "Sho...Shouyou...fuck- fuck me..." he's out of it, rocking on Hinata's hand to get himself fucked harder, his cock bobs as he moves his hips, squirting in small drops, he's trying to hold back his orgasm as long as he can resisting the temptation to touch himself. As heavenly as Hinata's fingers feel it's not enough anymore, he has to beg for it, beg for this delightful torture to end. He throws away his shame and grabs his ass cheeks, spreading them and stretching his hole open, actions are better than words, and he hopes Hinata understands. "Just for you, I'll step as low as you like, I've never acted like this before, but you'll make it worthwhile, won't you?"

There's a short circuit in Hinata's sensory system, but the message strikes loud and clear. Even Oikawa looks surprised at the boldness. Hinata decides he has to reward his efforts, taking advantage of the position he holds Akaashi's wrists and tugs at his arms, pulling his body towards him and finally, finally thrusting inside. "Haaah..." Akaashi exhales a pleased long sigh, "give me more, Shouyou..." Hinata answers his pleas rocking his hips leisurely, feeling his warm body clamping down like it doesn't want to let go of his cock. He thrusts a bit hastier while tugging firmly at the other's arms to make him bounce on his cock following the increasingly eager rhythm. Akaashi sinks his face on the pillow in an attempt to muffle his lewd noises, biting at it like his life depends on it.

"That's cute, after that little show he's still holding back," Oikawa shifts on the futon to move behind Hinata, crosses his arms over his shoulders and watches as he fucks Akaashi, pressing and sliding his erection against Hinata's lower back moving along his thrusts. "Still acting so self-controlled, like he hasn't expected this as much as I have, it pisses me off," he whispers on Hinata's ear like a tempting snake. "Don't you want to see his face Shouyou? See what it looks like when he comes from your cock?" he licks his earlobe playfully.

"I want to see it," Hinata stops his hips abruptly, "I want to see your face Keiji."

Akaashi peeks over his shoulder, "Can't we continue like this?" Hinata tilts his head and grins mischievously like he hasn't understood a word, kneads his plump ass for a brief moment, then lifts a hand and spanks his right cheek making it jiggle like gelatin. Not strong enough to hurt, but still a loud 'slap'. A surprised gasp escapes Akaashi's lips, the impact making his erection throb like crazy for a few seconds, "Oh fuck, Shouyou..." With a dumbfounded look Hinata and Oikawa notice his reaction, "He liked that." Out of pure curiosity Hinata does it again spanking the other side with more oomph, his cheeks bounce against one another, creating a ripple that ends up in a red imprint the shape of his hand, making Akaashi whimper as his excited cock spurts a few drops.

That was the last straw of patience, goodbye to taking things easy, Hinata grips Akaashi's hips and flips him face up, grabbing the underside of his thighs slotting himself between his legs, his cock teasing the entrance. "Touch yourself while I fuck you," and with that order he slams all the way in a single thrust, the gentleness earlier giving way to a punishing pace that makes Akaashi's toes curl and cross his legs tight around him. Hinata watches as he wraps his fingers around his cock, thumbing the head and spreading precum around his lenght before pumping himself roughly, matching his rhythm. Akaashi clutches at the sheets with his free hand, doing his best to keep eye contact as he gets pounded despite his embarrassment, but the constant hits to his prostate make it difficult, his sight losing focus as tiny sparkles invade his vision.

Hinata showers him with praise as he fucks and Akaashi is into that, "You're so obedient Keiji, my beautiful setter, you deserve this, deserve to be fucked like the cute cock-slut you are, so pretty when you come screaming my name." Akaashi mewls enjoying the dirty words, feeling his cock twitch in return. Hinata's body is covered in sweat as he keeps working his hips, beads roll down his skin with the sudden motions, splattering on Akaashi as he looms over him, leaning down to claim his mouth. Hinata's tongue enters immediately and dominates the kiss twisting around Akaashi's own, pulling back to gulp on air with urgency before diving again in the most intense kiss he can provide. He finally decides to give Akaashi some respite, pressing their lips together meekly in recompense, Hinata tastes of the sweet fizzy drink he had earlier, the flavor suits him, addictive with saccharin.

Feeling disoriented Akaashi is unsure of where he is anymore, wasn't he choking on Hinata's cock just a moment ago? Is he at the aquarium still? It can't be, Hinata didn't want to have sex there, and he's definitely getting fucked right now. All he knows is he's in total ecstasy, can't think of a time where he's been happier. He feels Hinata abandon his mouth, lips swollen from the abuse, but his neck goes next and Hinata nibbles at his Adam's apple, a hand grasps at his nape turning his head, then a flurry of slurps latch on his neck surely leaving hickeys behind. Without thinking he throws his head to the other side and tugs at Hinata's hair, pulling towards the undefiled side of his neck asking to be devoured, "F-feels good...hnn- Shouyou...I'm- a-almost there...hah-" Hinata bites and sucks making a trail of yellow-purple bruises and he gladly lets it happen, perhaps that'd make Oikawa jealous, to see him marked, and he wishes that'd be the case, "Let him know you want me, I can't say it out loud, but it's what I need the most, please, say you love me too." Bouncing back and forth helplessly on the futon the coiling tension in Akaashi's crotch is close to unraveling.
"Give it to him," whispers Oikawa as he jerks off watching the performance behind Hinata.

"Shouyou, I can't- please, please, I love you- gonna come, gonna-!" What a face he makes, so erotic and debauched. His insides flutter and Hinata wraps his hand around Akaashi's amplifying his climax, pumping hard as he keeps thrusting overstimulating his prostate. Akaashi's entire body shudders and he arches his back, ejaculating with such intensity he shoots cum everywhere on his stomach, his chest and both his fist and Hinata's. His face turns serene and he closes his eyes, slowly panting for air. Hinata gives him a soft kiss and Akaashi smiles fully sated thinking, "I said it."

Oikawa coughs and Hinata turns around to see his pouty face. "Did you forget about me Shouyou?" He's still touching himself after the improvised voyeur session, his cock red and swollen, of course Hinata hasn't forgotten, he could feel him rut against his back all along, seeking for friction. Out of the two setters Oikawa has probably been pent up the most, he's a man of passion, can't control his urges like Akaashi does.

"Lie down Tooru," he pecks his lips and puts his hand on his chest, pushing down until he falls on the futon. Oikawa sulks, "You think I'll forgive you after you chose to fuck him first?" Hinata leans down letting his whole body rest on him, lacing their hands together above his head, Oikawa spreading his legs easily despite his previous words. It might not seem like it, but Hinata has got the whole jerk attitude figured out, below the sassy remarks, swinging mood and outwards shallow appearance there's Tooru, craving for touch and attention.

"Yes? Do I have to beg for forgiveness my Grand King, or can I make it up to you? I'm at your mercy." His smile is sincere and charming, Oikawa's heart can't handle it, can't help blushing at this seductive man, the one he's perhaps-falling-for, his chibi-chan, making his pulse go wild and his cock desperate in need. He feels like a dork but giddy all the same, terribly tempted to say these dreaded three words, later perhaps, if Hinata earns it.

"I'll take both options, thank you," Oikawa smirks and wraps his arms around his neck. Hinata makes an amused expression, making amends for his 'mistakes' with a kiss, tender and loving, brushing his tongue side to side on his lips, moistening them as a shaky mewl slips out. Oikawa huffs and lets his tongue loll in a silent request, Hinata angles his head and kisses him deep and deliberate, his tongue working wonders as they tangle fervently, but letting go when Oikawa rakes his nails on his shoulder. They stare one another in the eyes, breathing in unison, the lingering tension between them electrifying. Hinata decides to take the lead pushing two fingers inside Oikawa, curling and thrusting gently, he's loose enough from earlier, ready for the taking.

"Nnnh...hah...Shouyou, that isn't enough, damn it," his hand crawls between them grasping at Hinata's shaft, "need this, now." Hinata chuckles at his impatience, but he supposes he's been patient enough today, so he decides to give him exactly what he wants and how he wants it, very hard, "If you want to stop at any point just say it." Oikawa rolls his eyes and scoffs as if he'd been offended, "Yeah, right, get to it chibi-chan."
The Grand King's orders are absolute, so he kneels and grips under Oikawa's thighs bending his knees towards his chest, placing his calves over his shoulders and leaning forward. Oikawa's eyes shoot wide open, he knows what this position means –complete domination– he gulps and holds on tight to his pillow. Hinata grins and lets his cock slip past his entrance earning a glare, "Tease me any longer and I swear I'll-" Oikawa doesn't have time to finish his threat as Hinata guides his cock and enters him inch by inch until he's bottomed in, making the man below bend his lower back almost painfully if he weren't a flexible sports player. He winces at the pain-pleasure sensation and Hinata's expression becomes worried, Oikawa has to be clear, "Fuck me." The redhead smiles fondly and starts pulling his cock out, slowly, carefully, the rim lets go with reluctance until only the head remains within. "As you wish," and with that Hinata's hips drop with all his weight, his whole lenght plunging inside, the sudden descent brutal producing a loud 'slap'.

"Oooh...ooh shit, yeah, that's it..." Oikawa's body shakes in anticipation, his insides clench around Hinata's cock, feeling the slight curve of it grazing his prostate effortlessly, his mind takes note, "Fuck, even his cock is perfect." The stillness doesn't last long, Hinata grips onto his thighs with bruising force and starts moving his hips in sharp thrusts, up and down on Oikawa's ass, pounding at him energetically without a single moment of rest. "Yes, yes, yes, yes-!" is the only word Oikawa manages to blurt out as he nearly tears away his pillow and settles for scraping at Hinata's back instead, leaving marks to be remembered by, moaning so loud Akaashi gets startled from his slumber and leans on his side to watch him get wrecked. "Shouyou, oh fuck, fuck, babe-!"

"Hah, ah- so, do you- forgive me now?" Hinata asks as he keeps fucking with all his strenght, the constant slap of his balls against Oikawa's ass making quite the noise. Oikawa shakes his head to the sides, scrunching his face in a scowl, biting on his lower lip as to not show how much he's enjoying getting fucked hard into the futon, it's difficult to believe a single man can hold so much pride, but here he is, taking the onslaught like a champ. "Ah- I have to- do better then," says Hinata, one of his hands aims for a nipple and twists it in a pleasant manner, repeating the action on both sides until they're stiff and swollen, Oikawa puffs his chest at the contact and Hinata takes the chance to suck on them. Poor Oikawa, he whimpers tossing his head back on the pillow, taking deep breaths to recover from the assault.

"Shouyou, I think his cock is a bit neglected, don't you think?" Akaashi points out from his position, laying on his side watching intently, pumping his newly invigorated erection. Who would have thought watching could be so stimulating?

Oikawa snaps his head at him with a glare, "You bastard, I'm gonna-" Oh, but Hinata makes quick work of shutting him up by fisting his cock, squeezing the base tight, inadvertently milking out a thin string of cum. Oikawa shudders and mewls gripping at his shoulders, "Shouyou, mmnn-!" Hinata doesn't move for a while, his erection constricted by Oikawa's insides, he's probably too sensitive right now and he'd never risk hurting him.

"You think you've won huh?" he keeps his eyes defiantly on Akaashi for some reason, "he's mine now, I'll show you." In the swiftest maneuver seen during sex he removes himself from Hinata, grips his shoulders and tosses him on the futon below him. Like a taekwondo flip, the tables have turned in a split second. The winner: Oikawa.

"Gwah! Tooru, what the-" Oikawa is desperate to come and show Akaashi how he does it, ignoring whatever Hinata has to say. He holds Hinata's cock and aims to impale himself on it, legs shaking pitifully as he lowers his hips. No time to react, Oikawa starts bouncing on him in a frenzy setting an unforgiving rhythm, Hinata lets out a husky groan grabbing at his ass to fuck into him even rougher, pounding upwards. "Ah- hmm- Shouyou, hah- I'm so close, babe-!" he rocks his hips with speed and intensity making his cock bob, the generous amount of precum that escapes him a signal he's reaching the limit.

Akaashi crawls over to Hinata and leans down for a kiss, whispering on his lips, "I'm hard again, can you touch me, please?" They look each other in the eyes and Hinata nods, Akaashi is too sweet for words. He kneels close to his face and Hinata works him in rapid pumps as his other hand moves to Oikawa's cock, jerking off both at the same time. A round of applause for Hinata's multitasking, able to perform a double handjob as he fucks one of them silly. Bravo.

"Chibi-chan- Shouyou, I love you, oh god- love you-!" Oikawa bends his body backwards gulping for air, head lolling to the side, his chest heaving as the promise of an orgasm dawns on him. His expression turns awfully lascive, mouth hang open producing sinful noises while Hinata's cock bumps his prostate, like he knows exactly how to indulge him, how his body works most intimately. "Aaah-ah-fuuck!-" his cock finds relief as Hinata's blissful fingers set his body ablaze into completion, pulsing and releasing long strands of cum onto his lower stomach and Hinata's hand, making a huge mess. Oikawa's nails draw crescents on Hinata's chest as the aftershocks of pleasure disappear, but if he notices he doesn't care, thrusting tirelessly still aching to come.

"Tooru, Tooru- don't stop, please-" Hinata begs so he yields to his request, his whole body trembles from overstimulation –Hinata's stamina is both a blessing and a curse– and his mind goes blank, nearly pained whines escape his lips but the will to please keeps him going. Too weak to follow Hinata's pace his body bounces on his cock like a rag doll, allowing Hinata to use him as he sees fit, "Keep moving Tooru, make him come, prove that you're better," another sharp thrust and Hinata lets out a guttural groan that sends chills to his exhausted lovers. He stills his hips while coming inside, holding Oikawa's ass in a vice grip letting his condom fill up. Finally Oikawa slips away as soon as he feels him stop twitching, rolling to lie on the futon, unable to move a single muscle. "He's...mine...see?" he mumbles as he fights to remain conscious.

"Shouyou...just a bit more..." Akaashi bites his lower lip, sight unfocused as he approaches the verge of climax, Hinata hasn't stopped pumping him for a second and he issues his last command, "Spread your legs Keiji, I'll suck you off." Hinata leans towards his crotch and Akaashi rushes to press his weeping member against his lips, Hinata's mouth swallows his cock with ease granting him mercy in form of a wicked suck, while his hand sneaks underneath to stretch his ass with three fingers stimulating him further, it doesn't take long to break him. "Yes, like that...love you, Sho...ooh-!" he comes in thick spurts down Hinata's throat, helping himself to a few shallow thrusts within his mouth. Hinata gracefully licks him clean right after, getting rid of the leftover cum dribbling from his slit, and then he flops on the futon to his side.

The most peaceful silence fills the room, Hinata lies down staring at the ceiling –the scratches on his back sting– panting while gradually regaining his breath. His muscles spasm from exertion, like they do after an intensive training session, but this obviously feels a million times better. When he woke up this morning he knew what he was signing up for, five days feel like a long time apart, Oikawa and Akaashi were pent up to the point of trying to have sex in public so he's thankful he was able to endure this trial, his endless stamina reduced to dust. He was right thinking today would be special, he's certain there's more to this relationship than the occasional feel-good fuck now, he'll have to thread carefully, their jealousy a point of concern. The after-sex drowsiness begins to overtake him, but then he feels the warmth of two bodies on him and he wraps his arms around them. Daint fingers remove his condom while others trace shapes on his abs and he starts getting ticklish, smiling wide.

The peace is disturbed by Oikawa's voice.

"So who was the best? You have to pick one Shouyou."

"He said he's not going to choose Oikawa-san."

"What, are you that scared to be the loser?"

"I'm not, I feel confident about myself, what about you?"

"You came earlier Akaashi-san, so I win by default."

"Shouyou chose to fuck me first, that's what matters."

"Whatever, he came inside me in the end."

"Oh, but you didn't get a blowjob did you?"

Hinata is petrified as they argue while he's literally in the middle of the storm.

They're resting their heads on his chest, listening to his heart beat in a rush, gazes on him waiting expectantly.

Hinata applies his past knowledge once more, "Um, can I just say...I love you two, like a lot?" he sweats buckets and hopes that's enough.

Their faces flush red and they feel the irresistible urge to pamper him with kisses so they both smooch his cheeks until they grow tired, appeased for the time being.

"I love you too," they whisper when Hinata falls asleep.