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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kindaichi_Yuutarou/Kunimi_Akira, Oikawa_Tooru/Iwaizumi_Hajime/Kunimi
      Akira, Oikawa_Tooru/Everyone, Oikawa_Tooru/Iwaizumi_Hajime_(background)
  Character:
      Kunimi_Akira, Kindaichi_Yuutarou, Oikawa_Tooru, Iwaizumi_Hajime, the
      whole_Seijoh_team
  Additional Tags:
      Gangbang, Humiliation, Come_play, a_less_than_orthodox_introduction_to
      kink, Gags, kink_supplies_you_can_find_at_the_dollar_store, hints_of_D/s,
      Anal_Sex, Overstimulation, Fluff, Undernegotiated_Kink, a_moment_of
      aftercare_fail
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Aoba_Johsai_Gangbang_Show
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-23 Words: 6933
****** Get Wrecked (And Hold Me Afterwards) ******
by Vorvayne
Summary
     Sequel to Give It To Me I'm Worth It
     The Kink Awakening of Kunimi Akira, Or; Oikawa Tooru Is Too Fucking
     Observant For His Own Good
     Kunimi figures out (some of) what he wants (with help).
Notes
     I'm so glad I got this finished! I wasn't aware it was gonna turn out
     so fluffy but...I wrote much of this on election night. Take from
     that what you will.
     MANY thanks to oversized_frog and the rest of my twitter for cheering
     me on. I'd never have made it through my total blank on a title
     without you guys.
See the end of the work for more notes
Kunimi spends a week thinking about what Oikawa said.

 Well - if he’s honest, he spent a lot of time coming, but - it was necessary
research. Especially the part where he went to buy a bottle of lube that was
handily shaped for insertion, because he can’t really reach with his fingers.
He spends a lot of time face down/ass up on his bed after that.
So, you know, he likes anal. That’s good to know. He’s also not straight, which
might be obvious, but there’s a second year who says he’s completely not into
guys, but he’s not going to get a decent blowjob anywhere else. Probably
straight guys don’t spend any time at all thinking about broad fingers fucking
them open, about what it’d be like to have a cock in their mouth. Kunimi even
licks up a tiny bit of his own come once, and it is, predictably, vile. He
doesn’t understand how Oikawa does it.
Iwaizumi catches his eye a lot, searchingly, as if prepared to give permission
should it be needed. But Kunimi still isn’t sure what to  do . If he were
Oikawa, he’d probably just kneel and say something snappy and flirty, but he
isn’t Oikawa, he isn’t charming and shameless.
He’s thinking about it while they all arrange Oikawa the way they want him:
hands bounds between his shoulderblades in reverse prayer with someone’s scarf,
a tube of roll-on deodorant stuffed in his mouth and duct-taped in place.
Oikawa can’t talk or swallow, so spit bubbles up and drips from the corners of
his mouth
Kunimi wants to applaud their creativity, really.
He  still  doesn’t know why it turns him on to watch people fuck Oikawa, this
time less like they want to wreck him and more like he’s just a convenient warm
hole. And he doesn’t know how he feels about Oikawa’s...offer. He doesn’t
exactly understand it, either. Was it general, or specific? “Join in sometime”
or “Sub with me”?
(Kunimi has been assiduously deleting his internet history. It turns out people
do this sort of thing a lot - just, usually not with their  volleyball team .)
They’re making Oikawa stand to take it this time, legs straight and parted,
upper body bent over just enough for Kaneo to get a good hold on him. It’s
obviously a struggle to stay in that position, with nothing to brace himself
against, and equally obvious that no one cares. They’re gathered vaguely around
Oikawa, mostly jerking off slowly, all but ignoring him.
Oikawa’s flushed red all the way down to his cock, which is painfully hard, and
Kunimi maybe...has an idea. It’s - he doesn’t want to just - do something with
anyone else. He’s not sure how Makki and Mattsun sorted themselves out, and he
also doesn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. He’s not here to have Kyoutani
grab his hair and make him choke by accident halfway through a blowjob. But
maybe instead…
Kunimi sidles forward and catches Iwaizumi’s gaze, on purpose this time. He
reaches out and swipes his forefinger across the wet tip of Oikawa’s cock;
Oikawa jerks and makes a sudden high-pitched noise, and Iwaizumi holds his
gaze, nodding fractionally. No one does anything to Oikawa without Iwaizumi’s
approval, ever.
Carefully, Kunimi folds himself into seiza in front of Oikawa, and flicks his
tongue across the underside of his cock. Oikawa’s shiver and moan doesn’t
conceal an interested murmur through the crowd, which is a bit disconcerting,
especially since everyone then tries to make room for him in a way that
suggests they want to see what’s happening. But he wants to see what this is
like, so he takes Oikawa’s cock in his hand - so warm underneath his fingers,
and oddly softer than he’d expected, perhaps because the only parts of other
people’s bodies he’s touched have been rough parts like elbows and hands. He
strokes him a few times, which makes Oikawa shake precariously on his tiptoes,
and closes his mouth over as much as he can comfortably fit, which isn’t a lot.
It’s fine; it tastes better than come, and Oikawa is making muffled noises that
sound a bit like pain through the gag, and Kunimi doesn’t really know what he’s
doing but Oikawa’s getting fucked by Kyoutani now, so he’s close anyway. He
also isn’t allowed to come without asking, but his mouth is full, so the noises
he’s making become more and more desperate but no more clear. Kunimi’s probably
being a bit cruel, in his own way. The thought makes him shiver, and it’s a
good sort of shiver.
Oikawa’s legs begin to shake and then Kunimi really does pull back, wondering
if he’s likely to get squashed if Oikawa falls. Oikawa whines through his
makeshift gag as if this is  worse , and maybe it is, so Kunimi cautiously
begins to stroke again, slower than before, and tongue the underside of
Oikawa’s cock. He catches Iwaizumi’s eye again to make sure this is the right
thing to do - maybe he should stop entirely and wait for Iwaizumi to decide to
remove the gag? - But Iwaizumi holds his gaze and gives him the tiniest of
smiles.
Oikawa’s whole body is shaking by now, and maybe he's going to come. Kunimi
wonders what will happen if he comes without permission,  wants  to know, and
has to pause to take a deep breath around sudden lightheaded arousal. He could
make Oikawa come now, probably, if he wanted.  He keeps flicking his gaze to
Iwaizumi as he slowly, softly mouths Oikawa’s cock. Oikawa’s vocal pitch range
would seem to be amazing, at least through the gag, and Iwaizumi seems to take
pity on him and removes it none too gently. Oikawa lets out something like a
scream as the duct tape is ripped off, then as soon as his mouth is free he
shouts  Pleasepleaseplease  with what's left of his voice  until Iwaizumi nods.
Come tastes significantly worse than precome and blowjobs in general, and
Kunimi ends up swallowing as quickly as he can, mostly because the only other
option is spitting on the ground which is disgusting and might trip someone.
Everything about this is sortof disgusting, Yahaba has stuffed his fingers in
Oikawa’s mouth so he can’t talk again, Kyoutani pulls out and come drips down
Oikawa’s legs, and the floor he’s kneeling on is dirty, but Kunimi is dizzy
with lust. He doesn’t even know what to  do  with it, now that Oikawa has come
- not that anyone else seems concerned about that, though Kunimi isn’t sure
he’d want to get fucked after orgasm like Oikawa seems to. Maybe Oikawa doesn’t
get oversensitive like Kunimi does.
It’s sheer curiosity which makes him suck Oikawa’s cock into his mouth again,
much softer now, and Oikawa lets out something that would be a shriek if his
mouth weren’t full. So he does get oversensitive, then. Iwaizumi flicks his
eyes in Kunimi’s direction but then looks away to focus on holding Oikawa’s
hair and slapping his face, which means he can continue with...whatever it is
he’s doing. It’s oddly compelling; Oikawa shivers and arches away but he can’t
get away because Yahaba and Makki and Iwaizumi are holding him in place.
It’s not that much effort for Kunimi to be here, really. He’d thought once that
blowjobs sounded like a lot of effort, but honestly Oikawa isn’t usually
allowed to put in much effort and this, sitting here and making slow circles
with his tongue, he could do for  ages . His jaw doesn’t even ache or anything.
It’s - nice, maybe, to go at his own pace. Kunimi is deeply unsure about giving
anyone  else  blowjobs, about what they’d do with him if he tried - doesn’t
know what he wants, really.
It’s Kindaichi fucking Oikawa now, more confident than last time, hands
wrapping around Oikawa’s hips inches from Kunimi’s face. They’re unremarkable
hands, not long and slim like Oikawa’s or strong like Iwaizumi’s, but they
have  been showing up in the fantasies Kunumi’s been trying very hard to keep
faceless. He’s been going to school with Kindaichi since elementary, and he
wonders what Kindaichi would do if Kunumi kissed his fingertips, maybe took one
into his mouth.
He reaches up and wraps a hand round Oikawa’s cock instead, hardening now, and
Kunimi can’t help but wonder if it’s because Kindaichi is good at this. He
certainly has a pretty cock - Kunimi wasn’t aware he knew this but he can
remember what every part of Kindaichi’s body looks like. People are talking to
Oikawa now, and there’s the sound of slaps against skin, but Kunimi isn’t
really paying attention; he’s got his mouth around Oikawa’s cock, feeling
Kindaichi’s rhythm by proxy, feeling Oikawa shake and shiver.

 If Oikawa comes again this soon, he’ll be wrecked, and probably no one will
let up, and Kunimi can plant himself on a bench to watch. The idea...appeals.
Watching is easy; he can go home and get off in peace afterwards.
It works just fine; he makes Oikawa come again, and then Oikawa’s shaking too
much to stand up so they shove him to the floor and Kunimi crosses his legs to
watch Yahaba come in Oikawa as everyone else makes him gag on their fingers.
That’s disgusting too - there’s drool all over the floor - and Kunimi can
already tell it’s going to feature a lot in his mental slideshow of remembered
porn, which means that for some strange reason he  likes  disgusting. Or maybe
just people making Oikawa disgusting, who knows. Oikawa moans like he loves it,
so there’s that, too.
Iwaizumi helps Oikawa into the other room to shower as usual, and everyone else
turns back to their kit bags to get packed and changed. Kindaichi looks flushed
and sated, wandering around bare-chested using the shirt in his hand to wipe
his brow, and Kunimi sits down again, packing his things slow and careful. He
thinks about homework in case it helps divert bloodflow; he doesn’t want to
walk home like this.
“Well, here we are again,” Oikawa says in his ear. Kunimi jerks upright, zoning
back into his surroundings. Everyone else has left. “Is there something you
want?”

 “Not really,” Kunimi says, which is at least mostly true.

 “You didn’t get off,” Iwaizumi says. Kunimi shrugs, but Iwaizumi continues, “I
could get this one to sort you out.”
Oikawa turns, mock-offended. “Iwa-chan! You can't just hand me out to whoever
you please, you know!”
Iwaizumi gives him a flat look. “Yeah, I can,” he says, totally serious. He
slides a hand round the back of Oikawa’s neck, and says, “So get on with it.”
And it's some combination of the total certainty in Iwaizumi’s voice and the
way Oikawa just kneels obediently that has Kunimi wobbling on his feet and
reaching to the wall for support. Oikawa is being more  Oikawa  than Kunimi is
used to when he's in this position, and even though Oikawa is kneeling in front
of him the calculating look on Oikawa's face is still fairly intimidating.  He
backs up a half step, and finds Iwaizumi solid at his back.
A murmur in his ear: “Let me know if you're uncomfortable, and I'll stop this,”
Iwaizumi says.
Kunimi nods, because he's not entirely sure he can make words. Iwaizumi is
pressed warm against his back and Oikawa is smiling and pulling down his shorts
and he's trying not to hyperventilate.
Oikawa licks the head of Kunimi's cock softly, and Kunimi sees stars. “You were
so  mean  to me today, Akira-kun. I feel like I should give you a taste of your
own medicine.”
Kunimi feels himself make a strange wordless noise and can only agree. It a
should be embarrassing, to be so far gone when they've barely touched him, but
Oikawa probably doesn't even know what embarrassment is and Iwaizumi, he feels,
would never make fun of him. Not when he's half-supporting Kunimi just by
standing there, large warm hands on his waist. Kunimi feels safe enough to let
his head tip back and rest on Iwaizumi's shoulder.
Kunimi suspects that Oikawa is  really good  at this, although it's hard to
tell because there's a hot wet mouth on his cock and his brain is either
melting out of his ears or last Tuesday.  He wouldn't have thought Oikawa had
much opportunity to practise, but...it occurs to him that he has no idea what
Oikawa and Iwaizumi do in private. Obviously they do  something  or they
wouldn't be so in sync.
“You ever had something inside you?” Iwaizumi asks, breath ghosting across
Kunimi’s ear. It makes him shiver; he never knew Iwaizumi could sound like
this  either, voice low and warm in a way that makes Kunimi’s knees buckle. Or
maybe that's the way Oikawa softly, slowly, sinks down on Kunimi’s cock till
his nose presses against skin, holds there for a few seconds, and equally
slowly pulls back.
“Yes,” Kunimi says. He closes his eyes as if that will make everything less
real and less embarrassing.
Iwaizumi’s hand slides from his waist down to his hips and squeezes the flesh
there. It's a little painful; Kunimi squirms and wishes he'd do it again. “Did
you like it?”
Somehow this  yes  is harder to get out than the last one. He only manages
because Iwaizumi isn't moving, and probably will only move if he says it.
Don't make me ask for it , he thinks.  Just do it. Just do whatever you like
with me .
It's a strange thought; Kunimi doesn't like it much. It only works because
Iwaizumi wouldn't actually do it, because Iwaizumi at all times orchestrates
things carefully so that Oikawa’s comfortable and safe, if you slightly broaden
your understanding of both comfort and safety. Because Iwaizumi is steady and
strong behind him and doing absolutely nothing Kunimi doesn't want.
It's nearly torture, to admit out loud to what he wants.
“Yes,” he says eventually, and in response to Iwaizumi's implied question,
“Please,”
Iwaizumi makes a pleased sort of  Hmmm  sound that Kunimi feels in his bones,
and both his hands let go for long enough that Kunimi feels bereft, and then
there's slick fingers against his hole.  Fuck , he wants it. He finds himself
pushing back against Iwaizumi’s fingers, and Iwaizumi says, “Greedy, huh?” with
a smile in his voice.
Oikawa’s barely doing anything, mostly watching and teasing Kunimi with slow
swipes of his tongue, but it doesn't really matter because Iwaizumi's fingers
are longer and much thicker than his own and he's just trying not to
hyperventilate, trying to hold it together. Kunimi's aware that some people -
 a lot of people probably - don't like this, but he seems to just be wired for
it or something. Nerves set up to enjoy being fucked. Either that, or repeated
experiments in having orgasms with something inside him have trained his body
that way, maybe. He'll come from this eventually, Iwaizumi twisting and curling
and fucking him open with two of his fingers, even if Oikawa does nothing else.
“What do you fuck yourself with?”  Iwaizumi asks, as if it's patently obvious
from Kunimi's body that he does this all the time.
You would think he'd get over himself, that with Oikawa’s moth on his cock and
Iwaizumi's fingers in his ass he'd get over himself and not have such
difficulty with saying embarrassing things, but it hasn't happened.  He still
has to close his eyes to say, “Bottle of lube.”
Iwaizumi adds a third finger as if it's a reward. Maybe it is; Kunimi realises
he can feel Iwaizumi’s cock hard against his hip, and wonders if Iwaizumi is
just trying to stretch him enough to take it. He  wants  it - mostly. Shivers
with uncertainty and anticipation and how close he is to coming. It’s even
harder to ask this one but he has to, or he’ll kick himself later, one way or
another.
“Are you...are you going to fuck me?”
Iwaizumi pauses for a moment; Oikawa’s hand moves to Kunimi’s hip and just
presses there, steadying. “It...wasn't in the plan,” he says, sounding a little
uncertain for the first time.
Oikawa laughs. “Iwa-chan, you make it sound like we  planned  this,” he says.
“No,” Iwaizumi says, and resumes finger-fucking Kunimi slow and steady. “I will
fuck you if you ask nicely, though.”
Kunimi's beginning to think he’d do anything to come, including beg. “Please,”
he manages. He’s going to float off, maybe; his body is desperate and his skin
is damp everywhere. It’s not enough, apparently.
“Give it to him, Hajime. He wants it,” Oikawa adds, his eyes bright as he
watches Kunimi’s face. He burns with embarrassment, but can't disagree.
“Put your mouth to better use,” Iwaizumi says, sounding like Iwaizumi as
Kunimi’s used to him, gruff and dismissive. Then his cock is pressing against
Kunimi’s hole, pressing  in , thicker and longer than his fingers and Kunimi is
so fucking  full,  so much it's nearly too much. The feeling spreads, a deep
satisfied ache that fills every part of him, and he can hear himself making
sounds without his input.
His first thought - when he can summon thoughts - is that he’s going to want
this again. Not that - well, not this specifically, maybe. This  feeling ,
though, is what he’s going to be chasing. Kunimi’s lost his shirt somewhere and
doesn’t remember it happening, but now he’s braced against a wall trying to
remain upright, and honestly it’s more Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s efforts than his
own that are succeeding. Oikawa’s hands sit flat against either hip, a
reassuring pressure counterpoint to the soft teasing of his mouth. Iwaizumi has
one hand holding the flesh at Kunimi’s hip, and the other on his shoulder,
drawing soft circles with his thumb against the vertebra where Kunimi’s neck
meets his shoulders. Kunimi feels like he’s going to shake apart if he doesn’t
come, and also if he does come, and Oikawa reaches one hand up to scrape nails
across his chest in a way that he’s sure should elicit pain but instead it’s a
trail of fireworks across his skin that make him chase the sensation.
“Come whenever you like,” Iwaizumi says, voice clenched tight, and Kunimi does
as he’s told and comes so hard his vision goes black and fuzzy at the edges.
When reality reasserts itself he’s sitting in a sticky heap on the floor,
Iwaizumi has a hand on his shoulder, and Kindaichi is standing a few feet away
looking as though he’s about to expire of embarrassment. He’s so red he looks
as if he has a life-threatening case of sunburn, his mouth is hanging open, and
- oh, and he’s pitching a tent in his volleyball shorts.
Kunimi realises he’s naked, and feels himself blush in tandem.
“Uh,” Kindaichi says, as if he’s struggling to make his voice work properly.
Kunimi can sympathise; he’s glad no one is asking him to talk. “I...I was
just...I l-left my, uh. My - shoes.” He makes this appeal to Iwaizumi, as if
he’s trying to get out of a detention or something.
Oikawa is kneeling next to Kunimi, and he murmurs in his ear, “How are you,
Akira-kun? Shall we invite Taro-kun to join us? I know you’ve...had your eye on
him.”
Kunimi lets out something that sounds, to his far-off thoughts, something like
a squawk. “I haven’t - ”
Oikawa makes one of his many stupid faces and flicks Kunimi’s nipple with his
fingernail. “Don’t lie to your senpai.”
Kindaichi is sputtering apologies to Iwaizumi, who has what Kunimi’s beginning
to read as ironic amusement on his face. “I’m - okay. Sortof. A bit out of it.
Is that okay?”

 “Of course. We’ll take care of you. And Kindaichi likes to think he’s as tough
as Iwaizumi, but he hasn’t made  anyone  cry yet and I’m fairly sure he puts
spiders out of the window instead of squishing them.”
Kunimi snorts, because this is, in fact, true, and everything is sortof
hilarious, including Oikawa’s messy hair, and his own noodly arms which are
flopping around instead of doing what he tells them.
Oikawa nods, and shuffles closer to Iwaizumi.
Somehow, Kindaichi ends up standing in front of Kunimi looking even more
embarrassed, presumably because his erection is in Kunimi’s face, although his
erection has been in Oikawa’s face before so it’s unclear why this is a
problem. Kunimi seems to have managed to kneel up, and Oikawa is at his side
again, hand wrapped around the back of his neck. His hands are warm, and
rougher than they look with their carefully filed nails.
“I know you’re tired,” Oikawa says, “So do what I do - relax, open your mouth,
stick your tongue out a bit and breathe through your nose.”
Kunimi nods, and smooths a hand over the front of Kindaichi’s shorts. Kindaichi
squeaks , just a tiny bit, which is both adorable and confusing because he’s
definitely had a blowjob before. But Kunimi’s hands aren’t really working so
they fumble as he tries to actually remove Kindaichi’s clothes, so Oikawa
helps, and in the end he’s right; Kunimi really only has to relax and open his
mouth.
It’s very, very different like this. Easier, maybe, but he’s also shivering
with it - it feels dangerous, the way Kindaichi’s cock reaches the top of his
throat and makes him drool a bit, a hair’s breadth away from tickling his gag
reflex. It feels like Kindaichi could take one hard thrust and make him choke,
hurt the delicate flesh of his throat. He hadn’t known he was vulnerable here,
but being on his knees makes it clear. Kindaichi could grab his hair and hold
him in place and he could struggle but all the time he’d be choking, and not
breathing, because even though his nose isn’t covered his whole airway is
blocked half the time, and he has to time his breaths between slow, lazy
thrusts into his mouth to get any air. It takes all the concentration he has.
He looks up at Kinaichi, and it’s a good view but a strange one, from this
extreme angle. He can just barely see Kindaichi’s face, less red now, and watch
his chest heave with breaths. Iwaizumi is standing just behind Kindaichi,
occasionally saying something Kunimi can’t catch.
Oikawa speaks right into his ear this time, pitched not to carry. “So. You want
him to come in your mouth, or,” his hand reaches out, between Kunimi’s legs,
and flutters over his hole. He feels raw there still, and come and lube ooze
out to trickle down his thigh. “Do you feel up to taking more?”
Kunimi doesn’t answer because his mouth is full, because he’d have to make a
decision and then make words and those are hard. He manages a noise, maybe one
that’s vaguely encouraging, and then another more involuntary one as Oikawa’s
fingers press against him.

 “I’ll warn you, it can be intense after you’ve come. Really sensitive. But I
like it,” he says, and though Kunimi can’t see his face he can imagine it.
“Obviously.” He slides two fingers inside and it  is  a lot, sensitive, nearly
painful and he’s not turned on in a way he knows will make it good yet, and he
wants it anyway because Kindaichi’s hips stuttered when Oikawa put fingers in
him, and because as Oikawa pulls them out again he feels empty and strange, and
because he wants to know what it’s like.
“Hmm?” Oikawa prompts, and Kunimi tries to pull back long enough to say
something, but all he manages is “please” before his mouth is full again.
Oikawa knots his fingers through Kunimi’s hair and pulls him off, then, not
rough but firm. “Well? Tell him what you want, Akira-kun, or he won’t know.”
It drags him out of the floating space his brain has been in with white-hot
humiliation so sudden it feels like anger. What’s the  point ? Everyone here
already knows what he wants, what’s going to happen, they don’t need to make
him do this but they are anyway. He turns his head to glare at Oikawa,
horrified to find his vision blurring with what are probably tears. But Oikawa
just smiles at him and says, “Well, go on then,” as if encouraging a child to
try a new food, and he  hates  it, and he looks up at Kindaichi’s face and
says, “Please will you fuck me?” And Kindaichi makes a face like this is the
hottest thing that’s ever happened to him in his entire  life  and he nods
vigorously and says, “Yeah, yes, okay,” for good measure and strokes Kunimi’s
hair once in a distracted sort of way and it’s -
Kunimi isn’t angry anymore. At least one of the tears fall as they help him
over to lean on one of the benches, and they have to help him because he’s
shaking again, hands on him spread his knees apart, spread his ass to put
everything on display, but it’s not as if he can get more embarrassed now
because he just begged for it like this. Nothing is different at all except the
feeling of admitting out loud how much he wants this, how much of a desperate
slut he apparently is.
It does hurt when Kindaichi fucks him, holds hard onto his hips and goes for it
at the sort of pace that means he’s maybe struggling to keep it together, but
even though Kunimi couldn’t come again there’s still that deep ache of
satisfaction at being  filled , and all he can do is hang on to the edge of the
bench and notice that he sounds like he’s maybe dying, but also that Kindaichi
is making soft groans that weren't audible when there were more people.  He’s
the only person Kunimi has ever slept next to, and he’s leaning over Kunimi and
making him shiver where warm breath hits the back of his neck.
“Can I turn you over?”
Kunimi opens his eyes and the return of sight is confusing. Oikawa and Iwaizumi
are sitting in a corner, further away than he’d thought, wrapped up in each
other. “I - yeah,” he says, doing nothing whatsoever to help. But Kindaichi
seems to have it worked out and know what he wants, because he pulls out slowly
and manoeuvres Kunimi onto the floor on his back, then kneels between his legs
and pushes in again, leaning on his hands. Kunimi can see his face, can lift
his legs and wrap them sortof around Kindaichi’s hips, and he’s never seen
Kindaichi’s face like this before, eyes wide and amazed, bottom lip pinched
between his teeth. He’s staring down at Kunimi as though the world has turned
out to be bigger than he thought it was.
Kunimi knows what he wants then, and somehow it’s the easiest thing he could
ask for. “Can I kiss you?”
Kindaichi looks startled for a flash, then leans down further until their
mouths touch, and Kunimi feels a bit like he’s being smothered, covered in
Kindaichi’s skin and Kindaichi’s warmth. It’s a little haphazard because
they’re moving, because in some ridiculous twist this is both of their first
kisses, and Kunimi wants more of this, and some untapped energy resource allows
him to lift his arms and wrap them round whichever part of Kindaichi’s torso he
can reach, holding on with all four limbs.
His nerves are raw and screaming at him, his naked back is cold and hurting
from the rough floor, and somehow he doesn't want this to ever stop. It's all
so much that every sensation is white noise, a cleansing overwhelm like
standing under a waterfall, and all Kunimi can do is hold on and look at
Kindaichi’s face, at least until Kindaichi buries his face in Kunimi's shoulder
and comes inside him.
They move, because the ground is cold, but Kunimi feels empty without Kindaichi
inside him and emptier when he isn’t wrapped around him. Kindaichi brings him
his clothes, though, as well as a washcloth, and he mechanically applies it to
his body and performs the steps required to get dressed, slowly because he
doesn’t have it in him to manage normal speed or normal function. It’s chilly
in the locker room.
Oikawa and Iwaizumi are hanging around again, fully dressed this time with
their coat and bags on. “Well, that was so sweet I might be sick,” Oikawa says,
sticking his tongue out.
Iwaizumi smacks the side of his arm. “As if you’re not the clingiest limpet. Am
I ever going to wake up  not  being strangled?”

 “Probably not,” Oikawa chirps. “It’s self defence, you know: your snoring is
criminal. ” He turns back to Kunimi and Kindaichi, who are both standing sortof
dumbly, having not figured out what to do next. Or Kunimi is, anyway.
“Kindaichi, look after Kunimi, will you? I think we melted him a bit." He turns
towards the exit and throws a wave over his shoulder. "See you at practise!”

 Iwaizumi rolls his eyes as he turns to follow. They’re holding hands; it’s the
first time Kunimi’s ever seen them do that.

 Kindaichi looks nervously at Kunimi. “Um. Do you have your stuff?”
Kunimi had forgotten about his stuff, and possibly about the existence of stuff
in general. He probably had a schoolbag...and maybe a kit bag? Is he even
wearing the right clothes? Well, he’s wearing his school uniform again, which
will do. Probably.
He looks up to find Kindaichi holding his bag. “Oh. Yes.”
They make it to the school gates before Kinaichi blurts out, “Um, can I - do
you want to come over? Because Oikawa said - you know, about looking after you,
and I dunno, we can do homework and my mum’s gonna make ginger udon soup,” and
then runs out of steam. Ginger udon soup is Kunimi's favourite.
He sags in what is probably relief. “Yes,” he says again. They sleep over at
least twice a week usually anyway. It's usually at Kindaichi’s, because his
mother makes wonderful food and Kunimi's mother doesn't really care about food
or about whether he sleeps at home or at a friend's.
The walk is nearly silent because Kunimi is honestly too tired to talk much,
and then he’s in Kindaichi’s house being earnestly fed a pot of tea and mochi
because Kindaichi-san says he looks like he needs it, and then he’s sitting on
Kindaichi’s bed with his shoes off, shivering a bit even though it’s definitely
not cold.
Kindaichi sits carefully next to him, not touching. Kunimi should not be angry
at the bed for being too big. “Is it...is it okay if I - ”
It turns out that Kindaichi was attempting a kiss where Kunimi was going for a
hug, and there’s an embarrassing and confusing moment where Kindaichi pulls
back and apologises Kunimi thinks he’s maybe going to cry, but Kindaichi gets
with the program and Kunimi curls up against his shoulder. He’s not normally -
like this. Kindaichi is usually the touchy-feely one, and they don’t hug much,
but right now he wants nothing more than to channel Oikawa for a few hours and
go to sleep wrapped around Kindaichi.
“I,” he tries. “Could we just - have a nap or something, maybe.”
Kindaichi’s face screws up in confusion. “I can make up the spare  futon  if
you’d like? Oh…” he trails off as Kunimi ignores this and crawls under the
covers of Kindaichi’s bed. It smells like him. “Oh,” he says again. “Is
this...what Oikawa meant, do you think?”

 “Dunno,” Kunimi says, but it doesn’t matter because Kindaichi is getting into
bed too, and arranging himself as close to Kunimi as he can manage with their
clothes on, and the cold, unpleasant knot that had been developing in Kunimi’s
stomach begins to dissolve in the space between their synced breaths.
An arm wraps around Kunimi's torso, and then a hand strokes his hair again
once, twice,  then retreats.  
“...is this okay?”
He hesitates, because there aren't the words for what's going on in his head
right now, but it was the wrong thing because Kindaichi starts pulling back
which -  please don't -
“Yuutaro, if you don't hug me I'm going to cry,” he says with perfect accuracy,
because he can feel the urge close to the surface and there doesn’t seem to be
anything he can do about it. To his credit, Kindaichi immediately holds him
again.
“Sorry,” he says. Then quickly, as if maybe doing it fast enough will allow it
to pass unnoticed, he drops a kiss on the side of Kunimi's head. “I just -
wasn't sure, is all. And you're acting pretty strange, you know.”
“Hmm,” Kunimi says, sure he had some words but losing them as he tries to
speak. “I wonder if Oikawa gets like this.”
He can feel Kindaichi shrug. “Maybe. Oikawa and Iwaizumi always spend ages in
the bathroom...After. I thought it was because of Oikawa's hair or something?”
Kunimi snorts. There's a warmth in his chest that's spreading out from where
he's hugging Kindaichi’s arm to its centre. “Maybe,” he offers.
Kindaichi settles behind him, and strokes his hair again an unknown number of
times before Kunimi falls into a doze.
 
-
 
Having noticed - been shown - once, Kunimi then can't  stop  seeing Oikawa and
Iwaizumi’s obvious closeness. He'd somehow thought that they were…friends. Good
friends who have sex a lot, admittedly with lots of other people too, though it
strikes him that Iwaizumi doesn't usually touch people other than Oikawa too
much.
The thought is a little...pleasing, actually.
Still, he honestly can't believe he missed how obviously  together  they are.
Everyone else seems to miss it too, thrown under the cloak of “Well, that's
just what they're like”. Which is either the work of genius or trolling...or,
knowing Oikawa, maybe both. They keep exchanging these looks that are so full
of meaning and affection that it feels like violating their privacy to even see
them, and Kunimi keeps expecting them to kiss or hold hands again, but they
don't. They get in each other's space and tease and flirt and annoy each other
and...hit each other a lot. But in an affectionate way, mostly. Kunimi isn't
sure if it's sweet or just  weird.
Kunimi is no such master of hiding in plain sight, and it's a concentrated
effort not to relax into Kindaichi’s space, not to kiss him or reach out for
him. Kindaichi stands with his hands in fists a lot. And then they go home and
make out furiously, desperate from a day of keeping their hands to themselves.
It still feels like a dream, mostly. Their parents - Kunimi's mother and
Kindaichi’s mother and father - seem supportive of all the time they're
spending together, where they sit and do homework with their thighs touching
under the table until everyone else goes to bed, at least in Kindaichi’s lively
household. In Kunimi’s they arrive home and strip, because Kunimi’s mother
works late, and even at home sits on her computer into the early morning.
The most difficult thing is keeping  quiet , and after a near miss or two (when
Kunimi fell over and hurt himself on the way to the shower, as far as
Kindaichi’s family are aware) Kindaichi makes some comment about needing to get
him a gag. He probably isn't serious, but Kunimi's throat tightens, imagining
it.
“I’d like that,” he says, too serious for the tone of the conversation, and
Kindaichi looks up and catches his gaze.
“Really?”
“Yes,” Kunimi says, and though the problem isn't solved yet Kindaichi is
looking at him hungrily and Kunimi’s thinking about not having to worry as much
about noise, not being  able  to make much noise, and they tear into each
other. Kindaichi stuffs a t shirt into Kunimi's mouth and pushes his face into
a pillow and Kunimi lets himself melt into the feeling of being fucked, not
even really aware of what noise he's making, and Kindaichi lets go more than
usual which brings an edge of pain. If you'd asked Kunimi a month ago he'd have
said he didn't understand liking pain, and if you asked him a week ago he'd
have said that he doesn't  like  it, exactly, but a little bit at the right
time can feel good.  
Which is maybe a bit inaccurate, because Kindaichi needs to cut his fingernails
and they're digging into Kunimi's  hips and Kunimi is really very grateful for
them, thinks it'd be even better if Kindaichi raked short, rough nails down the
skin of his back, but his mouth is full so he can't ask for it. He's just going
to have to take what he's given, and it's with that thought in his head that he
comes a few minutes later.
Kindaichi flops onto the bed beside him and says, “I think the 100 yen store’s
still open.”
Which is how they end up there half an hour before closing time, buying...duct
tape. And some rope from the gardening section which Kindaichi pretended to be
disinterestedly glancing at, so Kunimi picked it up and said, “You know, I
think you could really use more leverage.”
It's only after he says it, in the unfunny un-Oikawa-like way that's the only
way he knows, that he realises it was some kind of flirtation. The fact that
Kindaichi go pink (and puts the rope in his basket) is the real reward, though.
The cashier, of course, smiles brightly and gets on with her spiel of rapid-
fire shop keigo, and Kunimi bites the inside of his cheek to try and keep a
straight face as they walk past the greetings person at the door who shouts
“Thank you for coming!” at every visitor.
“I...don't know how to tie people up,” Kindaichi confesses once they're a few
steps down the street.
Kunimi shrugs. He's still relaxed and satisfied from earlier, but it's not as
if he'd object if Kindaichi decided to bend him over the nearest piece of
furniture when they get back. His mother won't be home for another hour at
least. “We can find out. It can't be that hard.”
Kindaichi looks a little dubious still, so he says, “We don't have to do
anything fancy. That'd take too long anyway.”
Kindaichi nods, and his shoulder bumps a bit awkwardly against Kunimi’s. “This
is really happening, isn't it. We're actually doing this.”
Kunimi allows himself a small ironic smile as he opens the front door and they
remove their shoes in the entryway. “Yes,” he says. Kindaichi is looking at him
heavily, but it's not with lust this time. He's got a hand on Kunimi's wrist
and it felt so natural that Kunimi barely noticed; Kindaichi in his space is
just the way of things, and they walked to the store together and bought stuff
for sex like they're - well. “What...what  are  we doing?”
They stare at each other. Kunimi finds that he's somehow robbed himself of the
ability to say anything, and he's just looking for an answer in Kindaichi’s
face. Kindaichi just looks a little stunned. He's still holding on to Kunimi's
wrist; maybe he's forgotten about it.
“I don't know,” he says. “Having sex a lot?”
Kunimi takes a small step closer. “And?” If he asks the question, he won't have
to answer it, maybe. It occurs to him that he didn't even think twice about
wanting Kindaichi to tie him up and gag him. That he'd trust Kindaichi with
this without a minute if doubt.
“And....” Kindaichi says. “Well, whatever you want, really.” He shrugs. “Unless
you didn't want to be friends anymore.” His other hand is jammed in his pocket.
“No,” Kunimi says, and there's a feeling that's expanding in his chest, unsure
if he's going to burst or float. Kindaichi is just  handing  him this, and all
he has to do is say it. It's strange that it's easier to say than - other
things he's said during sex, doesn't make any sense. “I want. You know. To do
this properly.” his free hand makes a vague gesture that probably doesn't help.
“With dating, and things.”
Kindaichi smiles the wide, sweet smile he's been keeping mostly under wraps
since the second year of middle school. It's become bigger and brighter in the
interim, looks like. Kunimi takes another step forward and Kindaichi wraps a
hand around the back of his neck. “Okay,” he says, and they get started on
another kiss that's probably going to turn into an opportunity to use their
purchases, but the doorknob rattles and they have to jump apart as if they're a
short circuit.
“Welcome home, mum,” Kunimi says, covering his smile with his hand as Kindaichi
stands in the entryway, flushed scarlet,  holding a cheap bag with duct tape
and rope in it.Kindaichi bows, stiff and too fast and deep, which does nothing
to make him look less flustered.
She eyes them both. Kindaichi probably can't tell that she's a little amused
herself. “There's food in the fridge and a kotatsu in the main room,” she
offers in a dead-pan sort of way. “Unless you want to keep cluttering up the
place.”
“Sorry, Kunimi-san,” Kindaichi says, visibly holding back another bow to
Kunimi's surprisingly well-trained eyes.
“We'll go upstairs and do homework,” Kunimi says. He turns towards the door to
hide his smile, and feels Kindaichi shift beside him. After all, they
arecluttering up the place.
In fairness, they might do homework. But the brush of Kindaichi’s hand against
him arm burns like like a promise.
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