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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Ennoshita_Chikara/Tsukishima_Kei/Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Tsukishima_Kei/
      Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Ennoshita_Chikara/Tsukishima_Kei
  Character:
      Ennoshita_Chikara, Tsukishima_Kei, Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Polyamory, Videotaping_sex, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-06 Words: 2341
****** Direction ******
by BlueColoredDreams
Summary
     Ennoshita Chikara's newest film isn't exactly family-friendly. Or for
     public eyes at all.
Notes
     Hi, trash collection day isn't until Thursday so you'll just have to
     put up with me.
     I got a wonderful comment on my last threesome piece with these about
     Ennoshita directing another brand of movies and I was just like "oh
     that's a brilliant idea holy carp". And here it is?
He waits to ask until they’re all squished together on his bed: Tadashi’s
stretched out like a cat between them, head in Chikara’s lap as he plays his
DS. Kei is curled in a loose ball against them both, head on Tadashi’s stomach
as he flips idly through a novel he’d pulled off of the shelf without much
thought. His body is wedged firmly against Chikara’s side and the wall. He
reads like he’s disinterested in the both of them, but he occasionally shifts
along with Chikara to stay close.
He runs his fingers through Tadashi’s hair slowly. “I want to film you two,” he
says. He’s been thinking about it for a while, weighing it deliberately in his
mind before deciding to ask.
Tadashi looks up at him. “You mean like the other projects?” he asks. “Is it
the vampire spoof now?”
“Not exactly,” Chikara replies. “I mean just you two, this time.”
“You want to film us having sex,” Kei says bluntly, pink staining his cheeks
despite his calm words.
“Yes,” Chikara says, relishing the flutter in his stomach over the way Tadashi
sucks in a breath. “If you two want.”
“Chika,” Tadashi says, grinning up at his boyfriend. He sets aside the DS and
reaches up to cup Chikara’s face; “Do you want something to keep you company
while you’re away from us?” His face is alight with a mix of the sort of glee
he only gets when teasing people with Kei and the soft fondness Chikara thought
he only ever looked at Kei with.
“Lewd,” Kei snickers. He rolls over and inches up Tadashi’s torso. “Are you
going to jack off to it?”
“If you let me,” Chikara replies, ignoring their taunting. “Will you think
about it?”
“I’ll do it,” Tadashi says, patting Chikara’s cheek. “Tsukki?”
“Why not?” Kei says with a shrug. “I’m not picky about whether he watches,
films, or fucks us.”
And that settles the matter. 
They end up waiting until the weekend, when Chikara’s parents go out of town to
visit a relative in a nursing home. They set up Chikara’s camera and set a few
desk lamps up and close the blinds tightly.
The instructions are easy enough—just go at it. Kei and Tadashi have a rhythm
and spark that’s irresistible to Chikara; he loves seeing them kiss and touch.
Kei turns to absolute putty in Tadashi’s arms, mouth open and slick with saliva
as they kiss, tongues meeting between their lips.
Tadashi guides Kei down onto his knees and then to his hands, pushing until Kei
is kneeling, ass in the air, thighs spread apart.  It looks nice on frame,
especially as Tadashi takes his time tracing his fingers over Kei’s hole, lube
glistening in the dim lighting.
Tadashi keeps a mindful posture, hovering to Kei’s side as he slides one finger
into his boyfriend. His other hand smoothes up and down the pale curve of Kei’s
spine, lips parted in a quiet murmur. The lighting makes Tadashi’s eyelashes
cast long shadows that curve over the apples of his cheeks.
Kei lets himself make more noise than usual; Chikara is unsure if it’s because
he’s deliberately letting his voice out for the camera, or if the noises are
genuine and uncontrolled.
He watches as Tadashi pulls his finger out; he gathers a bit more lube before
slipping two into Kei.
He hooks them one he’s knuckle-deep and Kei’s thighs start to shake. The
muscles of his legs and arms tense visibly as Tadashi rises a bit on his knees
to deepen the angle. Chikara can tell by the way his arm flexes and his thumb
bumps against Kei’s flesh that he’s rubbing inside of Kei, curling and
uncurling his fingers in a slow motion that makes Kei’s arms slide until his
face is pressed flush against the pillows, knees shuffling in closer to his
body, unconsciously raising his ass in the air for more.
Tadashi stretches his fingers apart and puts in a third; Kei makes a noise that
makes Chikara twitch in his jeans and bite his lip in an effort not to answer
with his own moan. The skin around Tadashi’s fingers is a flushed pink and
glistening, and as Tadashi removes his fingers, his hole clenches shut against
the backwards draw of Tadashi's hand.
“I’m gonna put it in,” Tadashi murmurs to the both of them, dropping his mouth
to kiss a knob of Kei’s spine.
Chikara studies the angle before shaking his head. “Tadashi,” he says,
surprised to find that his voice cracks just slightly. His neck feels warm. “On
your back. Let him ride you.”
Tadashi’s lips part slightly before he gives a coy smile, casting his eyes over
to Chikara. “Anything else, Chika?” he murmurs, tongue darting out to wet his
lips.
Chikara swallows, watching as Kei slowly rolls himself into a sitting position,
panting and flushed. His face is pink and his hair sticks up in the front where
he’d pushed his forehead to the sheets. He thinks about it, and about Kei’s
sexual stamina. “Yes,” he says slowly. “Kei, face the camera when you do it.
I’ll tell you if I need you to move again.”
Kei swallows but gives a nod; he turns to Tadashi and winds his fingers through
his hair. Tadashi leans forward and smiles at him, laughing as their noses bump
as they both move in for a kiss. Kei gives a short laugh himself as Tadashi
nuzzles at him, and Chikara knows it’s this he’ll miss the most when he goes to
Tokyo for college.
Kei shuffles them forward until Tadashi has enough room to lie down; Kei
remains on his knees beside him, reaching out for the bottle of lube. He pops
it open with his thumb and leans down, kissing Tadashi languidly as he pours
some out into his hand and reaches down, slowly slicking up the brunet’s
erection.
Tadashi moans softly against Kei’s lips, knees drawing in to brace his feet
flat against the sheets as Kei pumps him slowly. He rubs the pad of his thumb
against the head of Tadashi’s dick, smearing precum and gently pushing back the
foreskin. Tadashi spreads his legs out a bit and arches into the touch, chest
heaving and fingers searching for Kei’s hair and shoulders.
Tadashi’s nails find Kei’s skin and he grips the blond as Kei twists his wrist
and tightens his hold. A groan leaks out between their lips, and Tadashi leaves
pink lines down Kei’s bicep as he thrusts up into Kei’s palm.
Kei pulls away, saliva glistening between them for a brief second. Tadashi
grips his arm and tugs him closer. Kei twists his body and slings a leg over
Tadashi, seating himself on the other teen’s lower stomach.
Tadashi fits his hands against Kei’s hips, adjusting his feet and knees until
Kei rises back up onto his knees and inches forward. He twists, reaching behind
him to make sure he positions himself right.
“A little further up,” Tadashi murmurs, fingers flexing against Kei’s hips.
“Yeah, right there. Okay.” His voice is low and rough and Chikara can see the
way Kei’s throat bobs as he swallows at the sound. Tadashi moves one hand and
brings it up, putting it on the center of Kei’s back.
He pushes Kei forward until the blond is braced against his thighs and knees.
He keeps it here as his other one moves between them. Chikara assumes it’s to
hold himself steady because his next instruction to Kei is to lower himself.
Kei sinks slowly, face contorting in slow pleasure as his thighs shake. When
he’s back to sitting on his calves, Tadashi reaches up and cards his fingers
into Kei’s hair and tugs him upright, earning a low moan from the blond.
The sight is overwhelmingly erotic; Kei always falls to pieces when he’s
filled, and it shows. His face and shoulders are flushed pink and pleasure
twists his face into screwed eyes and bitten lips. His hands curl against
Tadashi’s knees, knuckles white as he grips for balance. His stomach is already
quivering, hips jolting in quick, erratic half-grinding motions. His erection
is flush and swollen and twitching, smearing precum against his stomach.
Tadashi twitches his hips up and pushes Kei into motion. Kei’s mouth falls open
as he struggles to lift himself up onto his knees. He sets into a sloppy rhythm
of grinding and short, half-bouncing on Tadashi’s dick, face red with pleasure
and strain.
Tadashi inches his feet up, toes curling into the sheets, thrusting up into Kei
with much more solid movements, back arching up off the sheets occasionally.
Chikara undoes his pants and takes himself into his hands, murmuring a soft
moan.
It doesn’t take long until Kei’s stamina gives out—he’s never quite been able
to ride them for long, despite his strong thighs; the angle and position is
just too good for him to keep up composure.  Which is exactly why Chikara
wanted it this way; he wants Kei to come undone on camera and not just in his
memory.
Kei uses Tadashi’s thighs as support, knuckles white against his skin.
Tadashi uses his grip on Kei to help him move. “Come on, you’re doing good,” he
urges softly. “Kei, Kei, come on, keep moving, you’re so good. I can see it
when you clench around me, it’s so pretty.”
Kei hiccups a moan, shuddering as Tadashi grinds up into him. “Sh—shut—ah, sh-
shut up,” he manages.
Chikara groans and grips his base, swallowing hard to keep up composure. “I
want to see it,” he says. “Tadashi,  stop. Kei, hands and knees over him.”
Tadashi makes a strained noise before he lets his hips fall back onto the bed.
Kei picks himself shakily off of Tadashi with a wet noise and a shudder. He
crawls over Tadashi, shuffling awkwardly until his ass is to Chikara and the
camera. He’s braced more on his forearms and calves, back sloping down to where
he pushes his face against Tadashi’s neck; judging by the sound Tadashi makes,
Kei just bit down.
Tadashi reaches out and grabs Kei’s ass, spreading him apart further, fingers
kneading into soft flesh so Kei’s hole was completely on display for Chikara.
Kei’s head shifts and they start kissing again, erections barely brushing as
they press hungry and wet-sounding kisses to each other’s mouths.
Chikara watches as Kei’s hips arch and roll, pink and shining hole opening and
clenching as he moves, obviously desperate to be filled again.
“Do you want to finish, Kei?” Chikara asks suddenly.
A low moan answers him. His hips arch and he tenses as he moans again, the soft
parts of his thighs jiggling as he moves up from kissing Tadashi to nod.
“Then I want you to fuck Tadashi,” Chikara says softly. “Do you need help
getting the angle right?”
He doesn’t wait for Kei to answer, he steps forward, leaving the camera on the
tripod rolling. He shucks his pants and boxers as he moves, kicking them off as
his knees leave the sheets. Tadashi gives an interested murmur as Chikara fits
his hands on Kei’s hips. “Let me help you get the right angle, so you look
pretty on camera, huh, Kei,” he murmurs against the blond’s back, kissing the
dimples above his ass.
“Get on with it, then,” Kei murmurs, voice shaking and cracked. Chikara grins
against his skin.
He takes the bottle of lube into his hand and pours it over Tadashi’s balls and
perineum, shuddering at the way the younger teen groans. He drops the bottle
and takes Kei’s hand into his own and guides Kei’s fingers to Tadashi’s
entrance. “Just like that,” he murmurs, “You know how, spread him out nice and
wide.”
Kei obeys, shivering at the sounds he drags forth from Tadashi. Chikara waits,
and once Kei has up a steady rhythm with three fingers, he taps the blond’s
elbow. “Now, fuck,” he instructs.
They both moan at the brusque instruction, but Kei slides easily into Tadashi. 
Chikara pushes at Tadashi’s knees, guiding them to hook over Kei’s elbows.
Kei sits for a moment, and Chikara takes the moment to spread his ass wide,
thumbs hooking into his still pink and open hole.
Kei shudders and gives a short cry, hips jerking into Tadashi.
Chikara slides his thumbs in and out for a brief moment; Kei is still slick
with precum and lube. He leans up onto his knees and pushes into the blond.
The movement pushes Kei deeper into Tadashi, whose moan turns into a short wail
of pleasure, fingers reaching out to bite into Chikara’s arms. Chikara doesn’t
waste time to pick up a quick, harsh pace, pushing deep into Kei, forcing Kei's
body to sink his thrusts deeper and harder into Tadashi.
The air fills with the sounds of the bed groaning under their movement and
weight and the loud gasps and short, sharp moans of pleasure.
Kei is the first to come, tensing between the both of them with a grunt.
Tadashi whines and squirms, hips arching insistently looking for some friction.
His face screws up and he cries out: “Chikara please, please fuck me, please,
do me now,” he begs.
And who is he to deny him?

Chikara pulls from Kei, who shivers and groans, rolling sluggishly away. He
snuggles in close to them both, fingers finding Tadashi’s hand as Chikara slips
into him and grinds down with as much force as he can without hurting Tadashi
more than the boy likes.
The pace from there is rough and hard until they both finish. He lays, forehead
against Tadashi for a moment, before slipping out and rolling to the other side
of the brunet. Tadashi takes his hand as well.
Tadashi's still panting and rough-voiced when he asks, “Was that good?”
Chikara looks over, at both Tadashi and Kei with their twin sleepy, pink-
cheeked looks of expectancy. He glances towards the ceiling.
“We need a retake,” he murmurs lazily, a smirk spreading across his lips.
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