
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/11024823.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou/Oikawa_Tooru/Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Kuroo_Tetsurou/Yamaguchi
      Tadashi, Oikawa_Tooru/Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Tsukishima_Kei_&_Yamaguchi
      Tadashi
  Character:
      Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Kuroo_Tetsurou, Oikawa_Tooru, Tsukishima_Kei, Karasuno
      Volleyball_Club
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Well_only_at_first, but
      still, First_Time, Oh_the_irony_how_this_is_inspired_by_official_art, my
      writing_sucks, My_First_Smut, Now_let's_get_to_the_fun_tags, Double
      Penetration, Spit_As_Lube, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Gaping, There_is_a
      handjob_somewhere_in_there, also_a_confession_sorta, Some_Fluff, i_need
      jesus, How_Do_I_Tag, we_are_ALL_going_to_hell, eh, SOmehow_this_seems
      like_a_slow_burn_at_first_but, hah, Spoilers, it_ain't, THERE_IS_EVEN
      ANGST_WTF, The_Movie, lolololol, Ok_this_is_getting_ridiculous, Yamaguchi
      Tadashi's_Freckles, This_is_a_legit_tag, Oikawa_is_smooth_af, Kuroo_is
      filthy_af, Rimming, Blow_Jobs, no_gag_reflex, Aftercare, Light_Masochism,
      Light_Dom/sub, the_amount_of_angst_in_the_beginning_and_the_amount_of
      fluff_at_the_end_is_ridiculous, And_I_think_(HOPE)_that's_all_the_tags
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-10 Words: 9176
****** The nail that sticks out will be hammered down ******
by TheHolosexualPan
Summary
     The both of them had come to a staggering conclusion:
     Once you notice Yamaguchi Tadashi, you don't un-notice him.
     And, oh, they things they wanted to do to him...
     OR
     At another training camp, one where Aoba Johsai joins the Tokyo teams
     and Karasuno, the captains of Nekoma and Sejioh find themselves
     intrigued by a certain freckle faced pinch server, and soon enough,
     things escalate into something more heated.
Notes
     FIRST I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT, THIS IS RUSHED TOWARDS THE END
     AND JUST PRACTICE, OK?
     Ok, so there's this one piece of official art and I am SHOOK because
     when I saw it, I thought i was fan-made or smt but nope- it's
     official.
     http://ladder-chan.tumblr.com/post/147294893563/source-haikyucom-the-
     nail-that-sticks-out-shall
     For those who can't access the link, it's basically Oikawa and Kuroo
     dragging Yama to the back of the gym or smt and I, of course, decided
     to take this opportunity to write my first smut, because really now,
     the lines "Let's go to the back of the gym? Ok??" and "We don't have
     that kind of thought. Not at all" are suggestive af and as no one
     wrote for this, I took it upon myself!
     Again, this is my first time (heh) writing smut and also, keep in
     mind that English is not my first language, so if you see a weird
     sentence, tell me in the comments
      
     For now though, get your holy water flasks and let's sin, shall we~?
     P.S. The first 3k words are literally just build-up, but hey, I like
     my smut slow and intense, ok?
     THIS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD CUZ I'M LAZY AF
See the end of the work for more notes
There wasn't really anything special about Yamaguchi. Not at first. He wasn't
some kind of exotic beauty, not like Oikawa, with his flawless face that was
proportioned just right, with high cheek bones, a pointy chin and a fair
complexion, and his stylish hair, never minding his gorgeous eyes that seemed
to distract anyone that wasn't familiar with him and looked at the light brown
orbs for too long. He wasn't some kind of dark, sexy God either, unlike Kuroo,
who always had an air about about him that screamed playfulness, whose body
looked like any girl's wet dream and whose eyes bore holes into people when he
was concentrating on them.
No, he had the complexion of someone who had never seemed to go through puberty
properly, keeping a certain almost child-like air about him, his cheeks were
pretty round and his freckles stood out against tan, almost golden skin, while
soft brown hair framed his face around large eyes, but he was nowhere near as
pretty as other teammates, like Akaashi or Sugawara, nor was he endearing like
Hinata and Kenma, and he didn't quite stand out enough with colorful and
varying faces like Noya and Tanaka.
He wasn't strong, being rather thin, thinner than Tsukishima, although he was
working for a better form, maybe even more than the others, but right now,
there weren't any drastic changes. He was pretty tall, but nothing compared to
Lev or even to the boy's best friend, the aforementioned blond.
Aside from his serve, which was weapon that everyone feared because of the
diversity Yamaguchi was slowly developing, such as even starting to control its
trajectory, which combined with the fact that it was a jump float, was enough
to make people worry about him when he was brought into matches during a pinch,
he was pretty average, his body was not yet listening to him. No, he was still
too insecure and needed more practice. Unlike the other regulars, heck, the
rest of the team, he had no natural talent to work with, only his own will, and
maybe despair, too.
That was something Oikawa appreciated more than he let on. A person, fighting
to get to the top with just their bare hands was a persona he knew far too
well.
But aside from the serve, Yamaguchi just didn't stand out, neither during, nor
outside the matches. He just was.
Everyone on the team seemed to have a role to play. Sawamura was the steady
foundation everyone relied on, but he was also the one that they could all
trust and ask for advice, Asahi was the Ace, strong, concentrated, but he was
representing the teams sensibility, being just a soft giant. Tanaka was like a
canon, fast and strong, maybe a bit rash, but he was always there to pick up
his teammates' moral. The freak duo where the pride and joy of the team, their
antics always managing to bring smiles to everyone's faces. Sugawara, while
seemingly soft and gentle at first, he was pretty sly, knowing his team better
than anyone else and always willing to help one of them when the pressure got
to them. Noya, like his nickname said, Karasuno's "Guardian deity", was the one
that could return almost any spike, if given time to accommodate, but he was
also a man of great passion and empathy. Then there was the "unnoticed group",
the three second years that people seemed to forget, but the regulars knew
better. When Suga was on the bench, they were the ones suggesting, criticizing
and changing strategies, they were the eyes and ears of Karasuno, the one's
that helped the cogs turn faster, helped the machine be more efficient as a
whole, especially one Ennoshita, who showed that he had what it took to be a
great captain. Tsukishima, while he looked uninterested at first, the fact
that, even in a tense situation, he could use logic over instinct, was what
made their defense something to be feared. Outside matches, he was known as the
rational and cold one.
But Yamaguchi was not someone anyone noticed. He didn't speak up very often, to
shy to do so, but he did cheer his team on as best as he could. He just wasn't
someone to be remembered in the long run.
He was average...
And that is were people were wrong, both of them decided at once. Becuase once
you saw him, there was just something that they couldn't figure out, something
about the boy that drew the two captains in like moths drawn to a newly
discovered flame.
And both Oikawa, as well as Kuroo, didn't mind that fire consuming them.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The poor kid, much like his read headed friend, had the absolutely awful talent
of running into everyone he would rather not run into. Oikawa had noticed that
much, what with his breakfast spilled onto his shirt and a trembling, freckled
brunet muttering out apologize at an almost dizzying speed.
Truth be told, Oikawa didn't really care all too much, he could always get
another breakfast, the shirt could be cleaned and Iwaizumi could silence the
entire room and make everyone go back at whatever it is they were doing if
Oikawa as much as elbowed him (though that would definitely earn him a hit
later on, which if he could, Oikawa would rather avoid).
"I-I'm so sorry! Oh my God, I d-didn't m-me-mean to!", started the brunet, head
bowed, shoulders tense and knees shacking.
What is this kid so afraid of?
I mean, Oikawa knew he wasn't the kindest and utmost nicest person out there,
but at least he knew how to control his faces quite well, and right now he was
jus slightly surprised. He just couldn't get himself angry at the boy that,
although only a little bit shorter than he himself, was steadily turning into
more of a ball-like form.
It's... It's actually pretty cute...
At once, his brain just 'noped' itself out of the situation at the remark,
basically shutting the door labelled 'logic'.
"Well, it's not that bad, now is it? Also-", Oikawa started, keeping his voice
as normal as possible, avoiding the little sass it always carried however, but
was interrupted by a loud squeak and sounds of steps, as the freckled pinch
server ran out of the cafeteria.
Whaaaaaat...?!
A shiver ran down his spine and he turned his gaze towards the table where the
brunet must have been headed, where the Karasuno team was sitting, all of them
wearing faces varying from fear (one of their managers, the petite blond one),
to a somewhat... Cold look? A Golden pair of eyes was staring at Oikawa, but in
comparison to their light color, they were like two pieces of ice, ready to
pierce hisfreaking soul because what the hell is that kid? A demon?!
The occurrence was quickly pushed aside as everyone went ahead with doing
whatever for the morning. Oikawa didn't forget, however.
What is actually up with him, anyways?, he asked himself as he stretched
himself, preparing for the day after having had breakfast.
No. He wouldn't just ignore Yamaguchi. Yamaguchi and his freckles, which, from
afar, were barely there, only some being visible on his face, due to their
darker hue, but that up close where touching ever little bit of exposed tanned
skin and maybe even more than that. Yamaguchi and his messy, brown hair, that
little strand always standing upwards no matter what he did. Yamaguchi and his
plump, pink lips, which he excessively bit when he was afraid or when he was
concentrating on practice. Yamaguchi. 
Yamaguchi Tadashi.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
There was a little pond near the school chosen for this training camp and
everyone was delighted, some pushing each other, some competing to see who
could hold their breath the longest or who could swim the deepest, some just
relaxed near it after a hard day, spent training.
When Kuroo visited that pond, he didn't really think there'd be someone else
there. It was too early, right? i mean, who goes swimming at six thirty in the
morning? Well, aside from Kuroo, apparently this boy.
He stood hidden among the bushes as he got nearer. From where he stood, he just
couldn't figure out who this boy was. He was literally just standing there,
looking at the water, two feet with pants pulled up to knee-level, submerged
into the shiny surface, barely moving. His eyes were closed, his skin almost
glowing in the gold-reddish light of the early sun.
He looks as if he were in a painting or something, what the hell?!
And as he just stood there, admiring the view and all (you know what view) and
just enjoying himself, a little memory came back, from one of the previous
training camps that Nekoma had shared with Karasuno. After having trained with
the blond brat, the tall one, Tsukkishima, a lanky, freckle-faced boy had come
into the gym to get him, on captain's orders, apparently. And when he did, it
was with a small "Tsukki! Sawamura-senpai wants to talk to us!", which sounded
almost like a whine. A quick "Shut up, Yamaguchi" followed, the response being
"Sorry, Tsukki~". He didn't sound like he was sorry at all and-
Wait...
Yamaguchi? Glasses-kun's friend? Wait, didn't Kenma and Hinata talk about him
once? About the pinch server? The one with the Float?
While little bits of memories came back, helping him get a hang of who this
boy, who seemed to fit in with the imagery so well, was, so did an idea. A bad
idea, at that. An especially bad idea. A Kuroo-idea, as Kenma called them, one
which was, and let's just quote here, "at least three point twenty five time
worse than just a normal bad idea."
Well, it wasn't like Kuroo had any idea of what a little teasing would actually
do, so...
He just put his hands around his mouth and, with a controlled sort of voice,
seeing as he didn't really want to wake anyone up just yet, and yelled out a:
"Hey, Freckles-kun, what are ya up to so early,you naughty little boy~?"
Of course, he was just poking fun, but a short, high pitched mewl-turned-shout,
filled the air, and after that...
Splash
Kuroo blinked. He just stood there, almost in awe as the boy tried to gather
himself and swim back. He knew how to swim, not very well, but he got to the
place where just seconds ago, he had been peacefully laying.
Eyes, wide with horror, turned to him, and he actually expected the boy to get
angry and yell at him for being an idiot, but nope.
The brunet just squeaked some more and ran away, clothes dripping and hair
plastered onto one side of his freckled face awkwardly.
Kuroo hadn't moved from where he was.
Correction.
When Kuroo visited that pond, he didn't really think there'd be someone else
there. He also didn't really think that he'd make someone jump into the lake,
or that he just, you know, casually look at their pretty little butt as they
ran away, or that the image of them laying into the light of the rising sun
would be burnt into his mind.
He'd remember Yamguchi,he knew he would, because Kuroo was intrigued, and when
Kuroo got interested into something, especially someone, he didn't really stop
until his curiosity was satisfied, and seeing the situation at hand, Kuroo was
sure to keep the pretty, scrawny brunet in mind.
And so of course that when the commotion that happened at breakfast took place,
he kept and ear and an eye out after seeing that same person stutter and just
run away.
There... There was just something about him. Kuroo didn't really know what, but
he sure as hell was ready to find out. The only thing that was really stopping
him, and actually anyone that looked even remotely less than good-at-heart-and-
kind-and-all-that-bull-crap, was Tsukishima.
Tsukishima, who seemed ready to murder Oikawa just then. However, that didn't
hinder his curiosity, and like a cat that wouldn't stop chasing a dot of light
even after hitting its head into the wall, neither did all those glares stop
him from growing more and more attentive towards the boy.
 
===============================================================================
 
 Not really to anyone's surprise, Oikawa and Kuroo got along rather well. After
all, they both were huge teases assholes that never really knew the line
between friendly joking and flirting. Both were smarter than they seemed at
first and both knew precisely how to handle their teams. Of course they would
hang out together with all the other captains and complain about how everyone
was so unobedient nowadays.
Well, aside from that, they both had other things in common, such as their
nerdy nature, their ignorant childhood friends and one freckled pinch server
who seemed to be the subject at one of their discussions.
"Well, I'm telling you, he ain't all that good, but... If he perfects that
serve, maybe learns some new ones and improves his overall skills in everything
else...", Oikawa waved his hand dramatically to put emphasis and whatever it
was that he wanted to say. The two captains had been left to clean the gym that
night. Kuroo just shrugged and whistled a little.
"Dunno, haven't seen him use it", he said, almost bored. Kuroo shrugged again
and put the last stray volleyball away in the, now filled, cart.
"Yeah... He's really weird though, outside the court, I mean. It's...
Intriguing", Oikawa said with little smirk in his voice and a thoughtful hum as
he begun pushing the cart away. He could remember how scared Yamaguchi had
looked when he had spilled his breakfast on Oikawa that morning, and now, after
the surprise had passed, he just found a sudden fondness for the terrified
expression on the younger's face. It was electrifying.
Kuroo chuckled lowly at that. "Oh man, you should have seen him this morning! I
accidentally scared him and he fell into the pond!!", Kuroo exclaimed, slapping
his knee as he began laughing. He then proceeded to start working on the net,
trying not to knot it, while still grinning with his lowered lips.
"You gotta admit it, Karasuno's number Twelve is really... Cute, in a weird
way...", Oikawa waited a bit, then rose his voice with the frustration, "But
he's like some kind of scared little animal!"
Kuroo put the net away and threw a glance at Oikawa. Dark gold met honey brown,
and, for a second, both were completely still. They knew they wanted the same
thing, were thinking the same thing, they both knew that there was one person
that was holding their interest as of right now: Yamaguchi, for some really
weird reason that both captains were almost too impatient to figure out.
Yamaguchi Tadashi.
And oh boy, do they wanted to see what made him tick, wanted to know what other
kinds of expressions and sounds he could make and both of them wanted to
completely and utterly wreck the scrawny brunet.
It was only logical that they teamed together in achieving just that.
 
===============================================================================
 
 "Nice serve", could be heard in Tsukishima's monotone voice as Yamaguchi got
another service ace in. It was the third one and they were this close to
defeating Nekoma this time. Just a little bit more...!
Normally, he wouldn't really get too into the game, it just wasn't in the
blond's nature, but something was spurring him one, or rather someone. Kuroo
was smirking, as per usual, his eyes half lidded, but...
There was something a litlle bit more in his gaze. His eyes seemed darker,
golden orbs almost like little ambers. Something about the smile seemed a bit
unnerving too. It was slightly wider, not quite like his usual "chill grin", as
he called it.
Kuroo was watching Yamaguchi serve with that face.
Tsukishima really wanted to go over and tell the other to stop that. And
Yamaguchi, poor, innocent Yamaguchi, didn't notice a thing!
Of course the blond knew that his friend was too oblivious for his own good,
and while, yes, that made him very trusting and very easy to trust too, it made
it also hard to notice when people... Well, were ogling at him.
Tsukishima was angry, beyond angry, and it showed in his gameplay.
After a couple more minutes, Karasuno was announced as the winner, but
Tsukishima couldn't, wouldn't, be happy, as he saw Kuroo approaching Yamaguchi,
throwing a hand over his shoulder and whispering something.
In a matter of seconds, Yamaguchi basically turned into a strawberry, his
freckled face almost lighting up the room with red it was. Quickly, he stepped
a couple feet away from the spiky-haired male and bowed deeply, muttering a
hurried "Thank you, Kuroo-senpai" with his voice going to a slightly higher
pitch.
I swear to freaking God, Kuroo..., Tsukishima thought, shacking everything off
and trying to remain calm as Kuroo went back to his team.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
"Good serves, Freckles, but...You know, you don't look half bad, all hot and
wet like this..."
"H-huh...?!"
"I wouldn't mind seeing more of you like this~! You're a good boy, aren't
ya...?" Well, bye now!
===============================================================================
 
"Damn, you don't have any class, do you?", whisper-yelled Oikawa. Their little
plan would fail terribly if Kuroo just went ahead like that and did everything
in his power to make the freckled brunet blush. If only it all went according
to plan, they would soon both enjoy more than just his flushing, dotted cheeks.
"Awww, but you shoulda seen him... Maybe that would've changed your mind, all
blushy and with those big eyes wide open~", responded Kuroo, keeping a steady
pace.
It was some sort of weird, mid day warm up, but the two captains had (entirely
not) in an unsuspicious way snuck to the front of the group, keeping a small
distance between them and the freak duo (since they couldn't possibly hope to
surpass them when they ran as if their entire lives depended on it).
"You're so stubborn...", Oikawa sighed. Well, he was stubborn too, but this is
about both of them, not just that annoying cat...!
"Either way, I'm making my move tonight. Be there at ten sharp, you hear?", the
brunet continued, slowing down again to return to his team, getting a little
smack on the back from their ace, who was muttering at Oikawa, something about
him scheming something.
Kuroo just grinned. They were gonna get what they wanted tonight.
And boy, could Kuroo not wait for it~
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Yamaguchi had the habit of going to the bathroom one more time before sleep,
just because. It wasn't really anything worrisome, he just went there and then
came back. Tsukki was used to it and his team was starting to get used to it
too. At this point, he was just zombie-walking towards the bathroom, yawning
every two minutes.
He didn't really expect to meet one very awake and very attractive Oikawa Tooru
there, but life was full of surprises, wasn't it?
Oh, Yamaguchi would think later on, in his case, that would be the
understatement of all understatements.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
"Hey there, Pinch-server-kun~!", greeted the older male, throwing a side glance
from where he was, slightly hunched over one of the sinks, washing his hands.
"U-uhm... hi...?", Yamaguchi whispered, fiddling with his fingers, eyes barely
getting a small glimpse at the barely taller man in front of him before fixing
themselves onto the tiled floor, depriving Oikawa of their seemingly dark glow.
Those eyes were just so deep, like two black holes, drawing him closer and
closer until he lost all sense of who he was. He wanted, no, needed more...
And he would definitely get more, more of those eyes, more of this boy...
He quickly shook the thoughts off, blinking slowly and coaxing a lazy, but
still dazzling smile onto his face. After all, he couldn't scare Yamaguchi
away, rightr~?
"W-well... I'm just gonna...", the boy whispered, pointing towards the sink
with a long, shaky finger and taking a few steps towards it.
But Oikawa wasn't having any of that. he grabbed a freckled wrist in one swift
motion, squeezing it not quite hard enough to hurt, but still enough to warn
the boy of... something.
Big, doe eyes were on him again and if Oikawa wasn't so good at handling and
controlling himself (unlike a certain annoying cat), he would've snapped and
bent the boy over the sink and would've just fucked him right then and there,
but no. He had to wait just a little bit more.
But still, the innocence, the fear in those eyes... It was a bit too much.
"And what exactly brings you here in the middle of the night, pinch-server-
kun...?", he asked slow, eyes half lidded, but he was still composed.
A blush covered Yamaguchi's freckled cheeks, and up close, there were even more
than he thought there'd be. Oikawa spent a little moment lost into the galaxy
painted across the boy's face, gaze tracing the softer, lighter freckles that
disappeared under his shirt before he looked at Yamaguchi again. His mouth was
opening and closing like a fish' outside the water, and in a way... He was. The
boy had no idea about just how much Oikawa just wanted to take the boy
Yamaguchi's voice came out a second later, slightly higher pitched from the
embarrassment: "I-I... Just a small w-walk, I guess...?"
The boy was trembling softly and Oikawa cooed. Yamaguchi was just too cute for
him, eyes big and cheeks rosy, soft pink lips half open, and he will not regret
what he did next. He raised a hand and cupped the boy's cheek.
"Now, now... Why so scared, Yama-chan?", he asked, stroking Yamaguchi's cheek
gently. Surprisingly, he nuzzled into his palm, closing an eye and relaxing a
bit. Was he that affection-deprived?
Well, with the cold way that Glasses-kun acted at almost all times, he wouldn't
be nearly as surprised as he'd like.
"You're a-acting weird, Oikawa-senpai...", he said, still rubbing his cheek
against the palm, skin warm and smooth, safe from a  few of the bumps that were
due to the multitude of freckle son his face.
But the way he said his name sent a jolt of electricity right through his
spine, that shock going from his toes, to the tips of his ears. 
He could feel himself losing control, slowly but surely starting to feel Oikawa
Jr. start to wake down there, but he couldn't have that just yet. he had to
bring Yamaguchi to where he and Kuroo had decided to meet. It was easier that
way. Plus, Kuroo had all the stuff they wanted there. More convenient.
"Hey, Yama-chan...", Oikawa called slowly, pinching the younger's cheek and
almost chuckling darkly at how he almost jumped , trying to push Oikawa away,m
but failing, as the hand that had held his wrist in place earlier was still
there. Oh no, Yamaguchi wasn't getting away unless he clearly stated he didn't
want this...
He got closer and closer, his lips aiming of the freckled boy's, avoiding them
to go at his ear instead. He bit t softly, before letting go to whisper: "I
want you, you know, Yama-chan... Why don't you come with me for a little bit,
o-k~?"
It was spoken as a question, but the way it was aid was sure to let the boy
know it was more of a command. He didn't speak,. but his blush grew even more,
Yamaguchi resembling a strawberry more and more after each passing second. He
gulped, but didn't move away, nor did he start shacking. As a reward, he licked
the boy's ear slowly, purposefully. It got to some people, and it seemed like
it got to Yamaguchi too, as he drew a sharp breath, biting at his lip almost
hard enough to tear it, and... Oikawa didn't know if he would mind seeing the
boy with a bleeding lip, but he wanted to be the one to gnaw at the soft flesh
and then trace his tongue over the irritated teeth marks.
And so Oikawa took that as a yes and made his way out of the bathroom,
Yamaguchi in tow.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Yamaguchi wanted to know what exactly was going on. 
He didn't mean to nuzzle his senpai's hand, but it was just so warm and in all
honesty, Yamaguchi liked being touched like that, slow and gentle, he couldn't
help himself...
But when Oikawa bit his ear, red alarms flared to life on his head. What
exactly did Oikawa want from him...? Why was he looking at Yamaguchi as if he
was some sort of delicacy just waiting to be devoured and why... Was Yamaguchi
starting to get hard?
The situation felt slightly uncomfortable, but also, so, so very good,
especially when the older boy licked at his ear like that and oh how good and
hot he felt when Oikawa's voice got an octave deeper as he whispered in his ear
and, truthfully? Oikawa could've asked him to murder someone and he would've
saidyes  in a breathy voice, but he just couldn't get any word out of his mouth
. 
So he just let himself be pulled away. He had fully convinced himself this was
some sort of wet dream at that point and Yamaguchi just wanted to enjoy this...
After all, why would Oikawa try and hit on scrawny, pimply, weak Yamaguchi?
Yeah, it was just a dream...
Yamaguchi let Oikawa drag him to a seemingly empty classroom, but...
Golden eyes that almost glowed in the dark room were staring at them as they
entered. As the door closed behind him with a soft click, Yamaguchi whipped his
head around, but promptly just looked at the floor and squared his shoulders as
he felt a pair of hands settle at his hips, almost lifting his light pink
shirt, but not quite reaching it well enough to do so. The owner of the golden
eyes sat up from the desk he had been laying on and, as he got closer,
Yamaguchi realized it was Nekoma's captain, Kuroo.
He wanted to gasp, but soon enough, and, for the life of him, Yamaguchi
couldn't decide whether it was to soon or too late, a warm pair of lips, warmer
than Oikawa's settled at his neck.
Yamaguchi closed his eyes, expecting the dream to end there, but...
It didn't.
"Wh-wha...?", he tried, voice squeaky. But he didn't really care. The hands at
his hips, Oikawa's hands, were rubbing circles into his skin and Kuroo's lips
were moving against his skin, not kissing or biting just yet, but building up
to it, slowly.
Agonizingly so.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Kuroo had been looking at his nail with a blank expression. Oikawa had told him
that he had found out from Karasuno's Daichi that Yamguchi had the weirdest
habit of going to the bathroom every night. And no, he literally just went
there, maybe washed his face and hands, and then,promptly, went back to sleep.
It was weird, but Yamaguchi was weird, and that drew Kuroo even more towards
him.
They had agreed that Oikawa would greet the freckled boy at the bathroom,
because, as Oikawa put it, Kuroo " would get too annoying and too distracted
and would just fuck him" on his own. Of course, Kuroo's curiosity didn't just
have a simple result such as getting into Yamaguchi's pants, but he
really, really lusted after him, especially after watching him stretch his
long, slender legs, soft thighs tensing, watching him lap at his water bottle,
covered in sweat, cheeks flushed (Kuroo could think of putting something better
in Yamaguchi's mouth, but he just had to keep that thought to himself. After
all, he didn't want to sound like a pervert, now did he?), and surely after
watching him bend over multiple times to pick a stray volleyball, and damn that
is a nice ass, it looks so good...
Kuroo smiled at himself. Oh yes, he couldn't wait until Oikawa brought
theirprey- er, the person that had caught their interest.
 And he didn't have to wait a lot. A couple of minutes passed before the door
swung open. A figure was pushed in by another, and after the door was closed
and the room was back to the darkness Kuroo's eyes were used to, he made out a
freckled, red-faced Yamaguchi and a slightly more disheveled Oikawa, as the
older one closed the door.
He licked his lips as Oikawa stepped behind Yamaguchi, hands on the boy's hips
and eyes almost challenging as he eyed Kuroo. Yamaguchi's face turned towards
Oikawa for a little but soon enough, his eyes dropped to the floor again. Kuroo
just couldn't hold back anymore. More like, he didn't want to.
Kuroo stood up, eyes fixed upon the slender curve of Yamaguchi's neck, and, as
soon as he was close enough, he put his lips on it, mouthing at the warm, warm
skin he found there, just as freckled as the rest of him.
"Wh-wha...?", the boy asked almost confused, but t was clear that he was
already so turned on. Kuroo left a kiss one the space where shoulder meet neck
before dipping his tongue to taste and almost choking at the little hitch in
Yamaguchi's breath.
"Hmmm...", Kuroo raised his head a bit and bit at the silky skin behind the
boy's ear, before he murmured into his reddening ear. "You... You got our
attention somehow, you know?"
He was speaking slowly and if it weren't for the dark tone in his voice, one
might've even thought that he was drunk. Drunk on Yamaguchi here, maybe, he
thought to himself, shuddering as his own hands went to grip at the boy's
waist, slightly higher than Oikawa's, who, by this point was just burying his
face into the boy's hair and it must've smelled good because Oikawa was smiling
softly, but his eyes were dark,so very dark...
A small, high pitched "how" was whispered in Kuroo's ear and he simply growled
a little. "I didn't really notice you at first, but..."
He shot a look a Oikawa, and as soon as he spoke the "but", they both made it
their mission to begin sucking on the boys neck, drawing a small exhale from
him.
"But, the way you act, so pure and innocent, unlike that friend of yours",
Oikawa said, smoothly running his tongue up and down Yamaguchi's neck. The
boy whimpered and neither Kuroo, nor Oikawa could get enough of that little
sound of pleasure. But they wanted to make the boy scream. Kuroo the continued
after a little nip at the Yamaguchi's neck: "And you are really enticing, you
know that? The way you bend over so, so sinfully. I bet you just want everyone
to look at  you, don't you...?"
He waited to see if he'd get a negative or a positive response form the boy,
but another whimper, this one muffled by the boy biting his lip confirmed the
latter option rather clearly.
Kuroo began thumbing at the shirt, slowly riding it up to reveal tan skin that
looked almost like amber in the moonlight and rubbing little circles there,
enjoying the velvety feel under his fingers.
He continued talking into the boy's ear, but not before he bit down his
earlobe, hard. After all, Kuroo had to know just what Yamaguchi enjoyed,
because, quite frankly, the pleasured noises he made up until the point
were heavenly.
A moan left the boy's mouth and the other two stopped, staring as he slapped a
hand over his mouth, face going even redder than before. But that sound, that
goddamned sound was gonna be the death Of them. Oikawa let out a strangled
groan and went back to kissing Yamaguchi's neck, but a hand had started
creeping down, towards the boy's now visible erection. Oikawa was probably hard
at this point.
"Oh, don't stop those sounds, Yama-chan~", Oikawa whispered heavily, basically
making out with Yamaguchi's shoulder at that point.
Kuroo growled again and just smacked his lips against Yamaguchi's, kissing
almost aggressively, but that seemed to turn the younger on even more. A
masochist, hm?
They kissed like that for a couple of minutes, Oikawa rubbing Yamaguchi through
his pants and pressing his back into the older's chest, rubbing his hard-on
onto the boy's perky ass. But Kuroo wanted more. His tongue traced Yamaguchi's
lips, asking or entrance. After a couple more seconds of lips rubbing together,
covering each other in drool, Yamaguchi opened his mouths and a another sound
would've escaped him if Kuroo hadn't immediately swallowed the sound as his
tongue slipped into the wet caver presented before him. 
He wanted to utterly dominate Yamaguchi, and with the way the freckled boy had
started mewling, slowly thrusting his hips, almost as if trying to decide
whether to buck forwards, brushing his erection on Kuroo's, or backwards,
rubbing his ass on Oikawa's, Kuroo knew he was gonna get what he wanted.
But he still wanted to play some more before the main event.
He started backing towards a desk and he pulled back from the kiss when his
back hit the hard surface, golden orbs watching the sinful string of saliva
connecting their mouth still, and Oikawa had notice too, looking at it with
half-lidded eyes. 
Oikawa started undoing Yamaguchi's zipper, but now he had decided. He wanted to
mark the boy. The way he whimpered was definitely a turn-on, but he wanted to
see Yamaguchi's tan, freckled skin covered in bite marks and bruises. He wanted
to touch purple hickey along his neck, his chest, maybe his thighs too, would
Yamaguchi like that? He looks like the type of person that would...
Oikawa opened his mouth and bit at Yamaguchi's pulse. He sunk his teeth into
the flesh, clenching his jaw harder and harder as only moans of pleasure
resonated in the room, now that Kuroo had stopped tongue fucking Yamaguchi.
Oikawa pulled back, not decreasing the pressure, knowing that that would surely
leave a mark. He pulled back for a second, just to dive back in to suck at that
same spot, moving higher, so he could bruise the entirety of that amber column
of skin.
Yamaguchi jerked forward, face buried into Kuroo's chest as he trembled from
the prickles going up and down his spine from Oikawa's ministrations.
He whispered something almost inaudible and Kuroo hummed. "Now, now, speak a
bit louder, the walls are thick, no one will hear anything aside from us~"
Yamaguchi inhaled again, almost wheezing. "A-ag-again! Please, hngh~!"
His voice was squeaking the words out, but Kuroo was already gone. His hands
grabbed the hem of Yamaguchi's shirt, and after Oikawa reluctantly left
Yamaguchi's neck, he pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it onto the
nearest desk, hands going up to cup at Yamaguchi's chest and Oikawa's mouth now
going to the other side of his neck to mark him, so everyone will know he's
theirs, so that they'll see what they've done to him...
Kuroo started pinching the pink nubs he found on the boy's chest, smiling as
they quickly hardened under his rough palms, that smile only growing wider at
Yamaguchi's little ah-ah-ah's.
Oikawa left Yamaguchi's neck again and looked at Kuroo. Yamaguchi just shivered
slightly as Oikawa took a step back. 
"O-Oikawa-san...? N-no...! More, agh!", a hiccuped moan left Yamaguchi as Kuroo
bent a little bit to suck at his nipples, rolling his tongue over them, biting
them a soothing the pain with little licks. 
Oikawa just 'tsk'-ed and ran a hand up and down the freckled back presented to
him.
"Ah, so, so very need... Like a little slut, aren't you...?",Oikawa asked,
scratching, lightly at first, then harder, until he left angry red marks onto
the younger's back.
"A-ah...!", Kuroo sucked harder at the sound. Yamaguchi sure like being called
names, didn't he?
"Eh, Ya-ma-gu-chi, you want us? Tell us...", Kuroo asked, popping off of the
others chest and turning him around, pressing his behind into the desk's edge
and moving to stand next to Oikawa, hand going to rub at his own arousal. Kuroo
hadn't even noticed just how hard he'd gotten, so he let a soft, deep sound
leave him as he stroked himself through pants and underwear. Oh, how he
couldn't wait to be inside Yamagauchi, to completely wreck him with his cock...
Just a little bit more, he thought to himself. Kuroo then met eyes with Oikawa,
the latter nodding and unverbaly telling Kuroo to just do whatever he wnated to
do for now.
"Well, tell us, or you won't get to come tonight", he said, his other hand
going to his hip. Yamaguchi opened his eyes wide, brows furrowing. he was
trembling, but he just looked so darn cute, a little line of drool to the side
of his mouth, cheeks completely covered in red, hair slightly disheveled and
hands (fruitlessly) going at his chest to save whatever dignity he had left.
But the pair of eyes staring at him, through him, right into the pit of the
darkest thoughts his mind could conjure, they were waking something up in
there. Yamaguchi wanted pain.
He wanted to hurt, wanted the sharp sting of a slap on his face, wanted to be
manhandled, to feel like a match lit from both ends, he wanted Oikawa to
completely humiliate him with only words, wanted Kuroo to dirty talk him until
his brain was all mushy and his body was nothing more than a melting mess.
His could hear blood roaring into his ears, but he wanted this, he wanted
this so bad.
"Please! I'll... I-ll do a-anything! Please, touch me m-more...!", he said,
almost cringing at the needy tone in his voice, but keeping himself in check.
Oikawa blinked. Once. Twice. An idea struck him. He started smiling, a lopsided
grin crawling onto his face as he visualized what he wanted to do. He nudged
Kuroo to let him know that he was about to do something. Then his eyes fell
back onto Yamaguchi, whose hands were now clutching the edge of the desk he was
supporting his weight against. Too cute...
"Really, now? Well, then, why don't you get on the desk, hands and knees, Yama-
chan~?", Okawa was sure to add a sweet tint to his thinly hid lust. He was so
turned on, this was just too much fun. But Oikawa wanted to know more, wanted
to know how Yamaguchi would react at what he was about to do to him, at what
they were about to do to him.
"O...Ok...", Yamaguchi murmured and turned around, lifting a leg slowly to
climb the desk, but a hand on his shoulder, stroking it slowly, the heat of
those deft fingers of Oikawa's almost too much for Yamaguchi, stopped him
exactly where he was, muscle frozen in place.
"Not so fast", Oikawa threw a glance at Kuroo, and for the love of whatever was
out there, he prayed that Kuroo had gotten the message he had tried to transmit
through eye contact alone.
Kuroo nodded too and crossed both hands over his chest, then spoke, low and
articulate: "First, strip for us,slut."
His tone sounded almost regal in a way, but the vibrations of his voice and the
way the consonants rolled off of his tongue reminded Yamaguchi of a feline. The
request itself, however...
He wanted to be good for them, wanted to be their good little slut.
And so, red faced and embarrassed, but to aroused not to, Yamaguchi slowly took
his pants and underwear down in one go. Maybe he should've teased them a bit,
Yamaguchi mused, as the garments reached knee level, and stopped.
If he teased, would he get punished? Yamaguchi shuddered, but this time, not
only because of the hunger in those two pairs of eyes that were fixated on him,
but because he wanted to be punished. Needed it. 
He then slowly got one leg out, running his hands over the smooth surface of
it. Yamaguchi wanted to be prod of himself when he caught the looks of pure
lust in Oikawa's eyes, but Kuroo's snarky comment made him realize just what
he'd gotten himself into: "Oh, is our slut trying to tease us? Oh, but should
punish this bad, bad boy... What do you think, Oikawa, hm?"
Oikawa smiled, and somehow, it almost scared Yamaguchi. He loved it, loved the
tingles running through his entire body, loved the adrenaline pumping though
his blood, dirtying his thought process, making him hyper-aware of everything
that was going on.
"I think... That we should just take him raw, but... Well, we don't want to
hurt our boy, even though he's been naughty", and just like that, He leaned
into Kuroo's ear and whispered something into it. Kuroo raised an eyebrow, but
hid dick twitched at the other's idea. Then Oikawa said something more and both
gazes were back on Yamguchi, now completely naked, whole body flushed,
especially the cock that was arching upwards, pre-cum slowly dripping onto his
freckled tummy.
And it was at that moment that Yamguchi should've realized that he was a
goner. 
He was on all fours, onto the desk, a dick, Kuroo's, he noted softly to
himself, in his face, the big member dark and swollen, veins protruding all
through-out the length. Yamaguchi should've thought it was odd, having a cock
in your face, but all the freckled boy could do, was lick his lips slowly.
What does it taste like...?, his lust-filled brain offered, and Yamaguchi let
out a little moan. 
His legs were slightly pulled apart, and Oikawa ran a hand on the soft surface
of freckled thighs, loving the warmth of the skin. Oikawa bent slightly, hand
moving up to cup Yamaguchi's checks in his hands, squeezing them gently. Such a
pretty ass, Oikawa thought, pinching one of them.
Yamaguchi let out little puffs of breath at the touches Oikawa left on his
behind, but his attention was pulled back to Kuroo when said man gripped his
hair in a soft grip, still strong enough, however, to force Yamagauchi to look
at him.
"Tel me how much you want it, how much you want my dick, slut", he murmured,
darkly, golden eyes almost entirely swallowed bu the darkness left behind by
dilated pupils.
Yamaguchi made a needy sound at the back of his throat (and Oikawa promptly
pinched his ass again) and spoke: 
"W-will you... Please put it in...?", Yamaguchi thought his own words were
vulgar, but the sight of him looking up needily, open wide open for the other's
leaking length was probably even more indecent.
Kuroo let a full-body shudder pass him, before gripping Yamaguchi's hair
tighter with the hand he had in his hair and using the other to guide his hard-
on into the others open, hot mouth.
When the head touched Yamaguch's tongue, Kuroo groaned. It felt so good,
so warm. He only had a second to think about the fact that this was probably
Yamaguchi's first blow job, but he didn't have nearly enough time to ponder
over that as the freckled boy gulped down his entire cock in one go.
Kuroo moaned, eyes closing as he hit the back of Yamaguchi's neck, meeting no
resistance.
No gag reflex, huh...?
But still, he didn't want to harm the boy, so after a couple of breaths, Kuroo
asked, almost to silent to hear: "Can I...?"
He thrust slowly, carefully, rotating his hips just a little  bit. Yamaguchi
moved his mouth, seemingly trying to speak, before remembering that he had a
cock in his fucking throat, dear God,  and just hummed instead, swirling his
tongue onto the length, accidentally scraping teeth over the tender flesh, but
not caring nearly enough as Kuroo started thrusting into his mouth, going slow
at first, then faster and faster.
Kuroo was almost fascinated at the bump that his dick made in the boy's throat,
but he loved it either way. 
"That's-huf-right, you little, naughty slut! T-take my d-ah-dick, just like
that, mhhh!"
Oikawa was watching the two, almost mesmerized, before remembering what he
wanted to do. He pinched both check again, before using his fingers to spread
them apart, only to reveal a little, pink hole. He looked at it and the way it
tensed with the same rhythm Kuroo used on the younger's mouth. A delighted
groan left his mouth and, with almost now self control left, he leaped at the
hole awaiting him, tongue circling the rim that was now oh so very tight, but
not for long-
Yamaguchi tried moaning when he felt something hot and wet press against his
hole, but he couldn't, not with Kuroo buried so deep in him, so he just hummed
around the older male, trying his best to not get lost in the pleasure that was
starting to overwhelm him. Soon enough, that tongue, that goddamned tongue,
started lapping at the entrance, barely breaching it before, suddenly, it was
thrusting in and out at a fast pace, and, Yamaguchi noted, almost like an
afterthought, with the same pace as Kuroo's erection in his mouth.
But it was getting to much, heat pooling in Yamaguchi's belly at an alarming
rate as Oikawa touched a spot that almost made Yamaguchi scream. It was too
good, so good, he couldn't- he couldn't take anymore- he won't last- he-
Yamaguchi came, just like that, throwing his head back enough to pull Kuroo
from his mouth and he moaned, eyes closing so tight that the tears that had
formed there streaked his cheeks.
His heart was hammering in his chest and his head was pounding. He hadn't come
so hard in his entire life...
Oikawa stood up, surprised, as warm strings of cum covered the desk. Did
Yamaguchi just...
He looked at Kuroo and was met with a wide eyed face that probably mirrored his
own. Yamaguchi was still berathing hard belowl them, but...
They wanted more.
Wanted to make him cum until he screamed, screamed their names, begged them to
go harder...
Oikawa growled. He enjoyed the way Yamaguchi's trembling body just froze at the
feral sound. "What a dirty boy... We didn't say you could come", Oikawa purred,
loving the way that those captivating dark eyes widened in terror.
Kuroo gripped the boy hair tight, so tight, the pain so good, but Yamaguchi let
out a choked sob as a hand went down hard onto his ass.
And soon enough, another followed.
It was Yamaguchi's punishment, and he could already feel his cheeks starting to
sting, but it felt so good, please,oh God, p-please spank me harder,Oikawa~!
And after five more slaps and two more painful tugs at his hair that made his
eyes water again, Yamagauchi was hard again, muscles straining to keep him up.
Kuroo noticed those skinny arms and he noticed that they would give any minute
now, so he just looked at Oikawa and murmured "new position".
"Come here, slut", he cooed darkly as he took the lighter boy in his arms and
climbed onto the desk himself, crawling towards Oikawa, closer to him. Oikawa
was looking a bit confused, but understood as soon as Kuroo put Yamaguchi, who
was just letting Kuroo manhandle him with rough hands into a sitting position
in his lap, ass a little out. 
"What do you think, slut? Do you want out cocks? Do you deserve to be fucked
after everything you done, hm? Answer me slut!", his hands, at the boy's hips,
tightened, and Yamaguchi was sure they would leave bruises. He whimpered, but
whispered out as fast as he could: "I-I need them! P-please...!"
Oikawa groped his ass once more and inquired: "Please what, Yama-chan?"
Yamaguchi closed his eyes, his whole body now the definition of bright red, as
he said, voice quivering: "Please f-fuck me..."
Kuroo pinched his sides and Yamaguchi let a little squeal escape his reddened
lips. "Louder, slut!"
"Please, fuck me! Both of you, fill me!", Yamaguchi cried out, hands hanging
around Kuroo's neck.
Oikawa chuckled and brought a hand to Yamaguchi's mouth, prying the lips open
and resting the fingers on the boy's pink tongue. "Ah, well done, Yama-chan~!
Now lick".
With a whimper, Yamaguchi did as told, coating the fingers as best as he could,
especially when those fingers, long and strong, were moving around so much,
hitting the back of his throat multiple time, getting a high-pitched groan out
of Yamaguchi every time they did.
After a few more minutes (and after Kuroo made it his life mission to cover
Yamaguchi's entire chest with bite marks), Oikawa pulled his fingers out,
deeming them wet enough for what he intended to do next.
Yamaguchi's eyes rolled back when he felt a finger nudge his entrance, entering
him slowly. But no matter what books said, it didn't hurt. It didn't hurt when
Oikawa moved it around and it didn't hurt when he fucked him with it.
He barely felt a slight twinge as the second one entered, letting out a small
whimper as the two fingers scissored him, forcing the ring of muscle to adjust,
slowly but surely.
Kuroo nipped at his collarbone and Yamagchi keened, burying his face in the
crook of the older's shoulder and neck. It felt so good, he felt so full, but
he wanted more, more, more-
OIkawa inserted two more fingers at once and Yamaguchi hauled, his voice a
mixture of pain and pleasure becuase he adored the sting that four fingers gave
him.
But four fingers weren't nearly enough, Oikawa knew, not when the boy was going
to have two people in him at once, so he just put his thumb in as well, the
hole slowly adjusting to Oikawa's entire hand.
Should I...?, OIkawa asked himself, but when Yamaguchi moaned,his brain just
went 'fuck it' and Oikawa shoved his entire hand up the boy's anus, eyes
fixated on the ring and the way it swallowed everything. His hand was covered
in warmth and the boy's tight walls were squeezing him almost painfully.
"I-I c-can't anymo-HNGH-anyomre, put it in, p-ple-please!", YAmaguchi cried,
shacking, muscles pulled so tight and pleasure so overwhelming because Oikawa
had caught that spot again and his hand was brushing against it and it made the
poor bot see white-
Oikawa showed mercy as Yamauchi came again and slowly, huffing and groaning at
the sight, his own skin growing hotter by the moment, pulled his hand out. The
hole was left wide open, loose.
The older two considered stopping, but Yamaguchi was still hard and they wanted
to fuck him so bad, it practically hurt. Yamaguchi arched his back, raising his
face, his glowing, sweat slicked and tear streaked, beautifully freckled face. 
Kuroo eyes the trembling boy and, for the first time since this
entire adventure begun, used a gentle, sweet voice.
"Yamaguchi, are you sure? Can you handle us, Tadashi...?"
Yamaguchi sobbed and hugged Kuroo's neck tighter, a chant of 'yes, yes, yes'
filling the room.
Oikawa put his own hands on Yamaguchi's waist and thumbed the skin slowly,
massaging it, as if to calm the boy, who was just begging to be taken, mind so
far gone at this point. The poor boy, he just wanted to pleasure the older two,
just wanted to be a good boy, didn't he?
"Guide him, Kuroo", Oikawa whispered, voice equally as soft, as it was lust
filled.
Kuroo nodded and slowly raised the boy's hips, only to take his and Oikawa's
cocks and hold them together in one hand, the other helping Yamaguchi lower
himself over the two, loving the stretch, moaning all the while, whimpers of
'more' escaping his mouth. He was too tired to string a sentence together, but
he felt so good around the two and, as soon as they bottomed out, Kuroo rotated
his hips, prompting Oikawa to do the same.
They worked together, thrusting deep and fast, and hearing Yamaguchi's near
screams, they knew they were hitting his sweet spot head on. 
They continued thrusting into the boy, Kuroo's hands gripping him as if he wre
a lifeline, Oikawa whispering into his ear, nibbling on it and as soon as
Yamaguchi reached a dry orgasm, he just clenched so hard that Kuroo just
pistoned his hips in him and Oikawa pulled out to stroke his member along his
freckled back.
Twins sounds of pleasure were drowned out as Yamaguchi screamed their names in
pleasure. Kuroo came inside and Oikawa came on his back.
All three of them breathed hard and Yamaguchi could feel his heart beating in
is entire body, skin pulsation, muscles sore. Yamaguchi fell back against
Oikawa, the older catching him and hugging him tight. Kuroo joined in, but both
of them were shell shocked as they heard a little sound. 
You'd think after this entire thing they've done, nothing could surprise the
two captains, but, in the silence of the room, all three of them in a big pile
on the desk they had fucked on for God's sake, Yamaguchi sandwiched between
them, they heard a little snort and rhythmical breathing.
"Did he just...", Kuroo asked, dumb founded.
Oikawa just nodded, looking at the soft, exhausted expression on the boy's
face.
He then, reluctantly, pulled away from the hug, letting Kuroo lean back, laying
fully on the desk, just looking at Yamaguchi.
After all they've done, after they'd just made the poor boy orgasm three times,
he just looked like an angel, pure, innocent, as if he just fell from Heaven.
And they knew. With only a glance at each other, Oikawa Tooru and Kuroo
Tetsurou realized it. They wanted the boy, body and heart. They wanted to know
how he managed to remain so pure, and yet he was still able to laugh at
Tsukishima's remarks, how he looked so unassuming, yet he cared so deeply about
everyone and everything, how he managed to remain unnoticed, when he was so...
Different?
Special?
Odd?
No.
Yamaguchi Tadashi was beautiful inside, and at that point, Oikawa and Kuroo
were to far gone to care about what anyone had to say. They wanted him to be
truly theirs.
And in return, they'd be his.
It was simple, yet so, so good, this feeling.
The feeling of caring.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
In that week, they'd learned a lot, learned not to underestimate anyone, not tu
gloss over the quiet ones, and most importantly, never to forget that
sometimes, beauty isn't a constant.
The both of them had come to a staggering conclusion:
Once you notice Yamaguchi Tadashi, you don't un-notice him.
He was something unique and they wanted to discover him completely, beyond
lust, beyond romance, they wanted to know Yamaguchi.
They wanted to know just hoe bright and how hard his flame would burn, and to
do that...
They got closer. Closer, to the point where words were not enough, where
actions meant almost nothing compared to what they felt.
It was all so...
Beautiful.
End Notes
     I haven't proofread this yet ಠ_ಠ
     Sorry for all the mistakes
     (ಥ﹏ಥ)
      
     Well, wither way, first smut so dunno what yall expected in the first
     place~
     (And, why yes, I AM a closet perv ┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴)
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
