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It was supposed to be a cute double date. Tooru and Wakatoshi had invited Hanamaki and Tendou to their favorite restaurant, happy to congratulate their friends on their new relationship.

But apparently, Makki had the mission to ruin the night.

“Then the camera focuses on the dough to make it look like the guy is fingering it.”

“That’s my favorite part, actually,” Tendou commented, tilting his cup of wine.

“Really? My favorite is when the guys give oral to the dough.”

Tendou placed a finger on his chin, thinking. “Looks good, but I like my dough with no fluids.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Tooru’s hold on his fork was so tight that the poor utensil bent on his fist. Wakatoshi noticed this and tried to whisper to him to calm down.

“What do you think, Captain?” Hanamaki asked Tooru. “Do you enjoy those kinds of videos?”

“I don’t even watch them!” Tooru replied, furious. “I thought you would tell us how you two began dating!”

“Oh.” Hanamaki and Tendou said simultaneously, sharing a supposedly innocent look.

“I mean, that’s kind of boring,” Tendou lamented. “But you tell them, dear.”

“So, Satori and I were in the same store, doing our groceries, right?”

“Right,” Wakatoshi said, paying attention.

“I was dying to try this new recipe, and I needed eggs. But I only needed two, and these boxes have six. And that’s very nasty, you know, how these big faceless stores always try to mess with individuals.”

Wakatoshi was nodding to Hanamaki’s words, while Tooru’s anger increased at every word his friend said.

“I thought of dropping the other four eggs I didn’t need and maybe trying to haggle with the cashier to get a better price.”

“What the fuck are you even saying?” Tooru hissed.

Wakatoshi, as dumb as always, pointed at the problem in Hanamaki’s plan. “I don’t think cashiers are allowed to bargain, even less if you were to break the other eggs.”

“Correct, I thought about it too,” Hanamaki replied. “I was so mad, but my only solution was to pay for everything. I went to the queue, ready to be robbed, when I spotted Satori.”

“You looked lovely that day,” Satori said with a smile. “With messy hair and a weird yellow spot on your shirt.”

“You think so?”

“Especially due to the yellow spot, it made your outfit stand out.”

“I was wearing my pajamas; the yellow spot was my drool.”

“Amazing,” Tendou said in an enamored whisper.

Tooru felt like going back home.

“Anyway, I told Satori about my egg problem, and it turns out he had the same struggle. Satori was making a cake and needed four eggs, but wasn’t happy to pay for the extra two in the box.”

“This doesn’t make any sense; tell us how you started dating!” Oikawa demanded.

An imaginary bulb lit over Wakatoshi’s head. “You shared the box.”

“Correct!” Tendou said.

“Yeah! Satori offered to pay for the four eggs in my box. And that’s how we began small talking. Also, he already knew the recipe I was trying to recreate, so he invited me to his place to teach me.”

“You’re very generous, Satori,” Wakatoshi agreed. Tendou and Hanamaki did too.

“And when Takahiro was at my house, he asked me if I had seen those videos of guys giving pleasure to their dough. See? We were telling you all the story, Oikawa,” Tendou said.

Tooru stood up, furious.

“Wakatoshi, you have something on your shirt.”

“I don’t.”

“Wakatoshi.”

“Oh,” Wakatoshi noticed the stern look on his boyfriend’s usually bright eyes. “Yeah, I do. We’ll be right back,” he told Tendou and Hanamaki before standing up.

(“You think they’re about to do it in the bathroom?” They heard Tendou asking.

“Probably, or Tooru wants to give Ushiwaka a blowjob.”)

“Wakatoshi, Hanamaki is ruining the date.”

Wakatoshi sighed in relief. “Thank goodness, I thought it was Satori.”

“HE IS TOO!” Tooru hoped no one heard that. “Both are! They’re talking very inappropriate nonsense.”

“Maybe we should end the double date,” Wakatoshi reasoned.

It was the best idea, actually. But Tooru was so angry he wasn’t thinking straight anymore. He wanted revenge. Tooru wanted to make the other couple uncomfortable, too.

“We should kiss.”

Wakatoshi grabbed Tooru’s face and waist to pull him in for a kiss. Tooru returned the kiss, obviously, but smacked his boyfriend after it.

“Not now! At the table, in front of them.”

“Oh. Okay.”

With their infallible plan, both returned to the table.

Tooru leaned in to kiss Wakatoshi on the forehead. Then he resumed the conversation, asking Hanamaki about his and Tendou’s first date. But as Hanamaki was talking, Tooru was softly caressing Wakatoshi’s leg.

Wakatoshi, who was only waiting for the moment of their kiss, stared at his boyfriend, questioning. Tooru smiled and continued moving his fingers on his thigh, very close to his crotch.

“Tooru…” Wakatoshi whispered.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Wakatoshi recognized that mischievous look. It wasn’t the first time Tooru gave him a handjob in a public place, but it was the first time he did it with very close friends nearby.

Wakatoshi wasn’t paying attention to Tendou or Hanamaki's explanation about their date. He was too focused on Tooru’s delicate fingers unzipping his pants. It wasn’t their first time in public, and Wakatoshi knew he was supposed to keep composure. But he couldn’t.

He was getting hard with Tooru’s light touches and mean intentions. At one point, he heard Tooru talking about their own first date, which he wanted to comment on, but his mind was long gone.

Tooru was moving his hand up and down his dick in the rhythm and pressure Wakatoshi liked best. It was torture. Wasn’t Tooru angry with Tendou and Hanamaki? Why was Wakatoshi being punished?

Then, Tooru stopped.

Wakatoshi did very little to prevent a grunt from escaping his throat.

“Everything okay, Waka-chan?”

It was so obvious what he and Tooru were doing; Tendou and Hanamaki had to be pissed off at this level of disrespect.

“Yes,” Wakatoshi said in a whisper.

“Thought so,” Tooru replied before kissing Wakatoshi on his cheek.

He was about to continue his evil plan when Hanamaki spoke.

“I’m sure I can make Satori cum faster, wanna try?”

“OH MY GOD!”

Ultimately, the four of them were escorted out of the restaurant. The owner told them not to return anytime soon for the rest of their lives. It was time to find a new favorite restaurant.

“You are a pervert!” Tooru accused. “You too!” He pointed at Tendou, who only shrugged.

“You started it,” Hanamaki said simply. “All because you didn’t believe our love story involving the dough fingering videos.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”