The first time it had happened, no one was surprised that it was Nishinoya and Tanaka. They were both high-energy, impulsive, and didn’t exactly think about the consequences of their actions – which was why hooking up in the equipment room about fifteen minutes before practice was supposed to begin had seemed like a great idea, at the time.

Naturally, Asahi had been mortified when he’d opened the door to start setting up the court, catching Noya’s back pressed flat against the wall and his legs wrapped around Tanaka’s waist, but Suga had just laughed, and Daichi had groaned, telling them that they were going to be cleaning up after practice by themselves for pulling a stunt like that.

The second time, it was Daichi and Suga, and the second-years weren’t about to let them live it down. What had started as a few chaste kisses in the gym after practice had become more feverish, more desperate, more needy, and the equipment room was right there, and surely, surely, no one would be interrupting them so late at night, right?

Only, Hinata and Kageyama had thought they’d get some drills in, just the two of them, even though it was nearing ten o’clock, and Daichi had told them to go home already. Poor Hinata had squeaked when he’d caught his captain balls-deep into Sugawara, and had gone the most brilliantly beautiful shade of red. Kageyama, for his part, had only been a little shocked by it all, but had been more focused on the way Sugawara’s face was relaxed into the most intimate, sweet look of pleasure. Hinata and Kageyama hadn’t gotten much practicing done that night.

The third time it happened, the Karasuno Volleyball Club made a new rule: since everyone was hooking up in the equipment room anyways, the least all of the players could do was give people a little warning. Because Hinata didn’t mind Yamaguchi catching him on his knees for Kageyama, really, but the look Tsukishima had shot him was absolutely withering.

A jersey on the doorhandle. That was all. A quick, easy way to make sure nobody interrupted anybody else. Except, well, Nishinoya’s jersey started appearing more and more often, between Tanaka and Asahi, and Kageyama and Hinata were impatient, and Daichi was the captain, thank you very much, so he should be getting first dibs, according to Sugawara.

So, sharing.

It wasn’t as if everyone hadn’t seen everyone else naked before. They’d all changed together, showered together, slept in the same room at camps and tournaments together. How different, really, was having sex together? Besides, everyone – even Tsukki, though he’d vehemently deny it – cared about everyone else on the team. Everyone wanted the best for their teammates, wanted to see them happy.

And maybe, just maybe, wanted to see a little more, too.

It had stared with Nishinoya, and Tanaka, and Asahi. They were both eager to get their hands on their libero, so why not each other, too? Though, Asahi was quick to realize how overwhelming and exhausting having a worked-up Nishinoya and Tanaka on his hands was, because god, he’d never met two people with such viciously high sex drives.

Asahi had all but begged Suga to join the fray, because Suga knew better than anyone how to settle down and handle the team, which is how he and Daichi had joined. Whenever Tanaka and Nishinoya were too much for Asahi to handle alone, Sugawara would so painfully, painfully slowly ride Tanaka until he behaved, and Daichi would fuck Nishinoya so relentlessly that even Noya was exhausted by the end of it.

The first-years didn’t dare enter the equipment room when there was a jersey on the doorknob, though. It wouldn’t be right, wouldn’t be fair, they had to show respect, Hinata argued, and Tsukishima just scoffed, as if this entire situation were beneath him, were ridiculous and crude, even though he certainly never complained about how worked-up Yamaguchi got after practices where the second and third-years came out of the equipment closet looking absolutely wrecked.

Hinata and Kageyama thought they’d been so careful, so secret when, after practice, they’d pressed their ears to the equipment room door to try and get just a hint of what was happening inside. Hinata made the sweetest little whimper in the back of his throat when he’d heard Asahi moan Noya’s name, and Kageyama went a shade of red Hinata had never seen after they’d heard Daichi beg Sugawara for more.

And then, everything had suddenly gone quiet, and the door had been thrown open before Hinata and Kageyama could pull away. They’d wound up stumbling and falling into the suddenly open equipment room, faced with Suga, who was grinning ear to ear. “I can see your shadows under the door, you know,” he’d chuckled, like he wasn’t half-naked in front of them. Like Daichi wasn’t sweating against the wall, his shorts pulled down to his ankles, like Noya wasn’t on his back on the floor, with Asahi fucking him at the same time Tanaka had his cock buried in Noya’s throat.

Hinata and Kageyama had frozen, their heads damn near exploding, before Suga leaned down to press the sweetest, gentlest of kisses to both of their heads – and, of course, to affectionately ruffle their hair. “Come on,” Suga had smiled, nodding deeper inside the room, and Hinata and Kageyama had tripped over themselves to join in.

“You two, too,” Suga called out to the open gym, a little louder, waiting patiently for an incredibly sheepish Yamaguchi to poke his head into the doorway, and for Tsukishima – looking as unaffected and bored as always – to appear behind him. Despite Sugawara’s permission, Yamaguchi looked back at Tsukishima, waiting for his permission more than anyone else’s. And when Tsukishima sighed heavily, as though this was some great sacrifice to be made, and nodded, Yamaguchi bolted inside to meet an equally-eager Hinata.

Suga shut the door behind them after Tsukki had entered, and from that moment on, everyone was allowed to share the equipment room.

Still, it was a rare thing for all nine of them to use it at the same time. Everyone’s schedules were so different, especially the second and third-years’, not to mention that despite how much fun it was, Kageyama and Hinata would always choose volleyball over sex whenever they were in the gym.

Training camp was the perfect time, Noya and Tanaka had argued, to spend some quality team-bonding time. Tsukki had said that there was no reason to cram themselves into a dark, stuffy equipment room when they were all sharing a bedroom anyway, but Tanaka had insisted that it was the principle of the thing, that It was their place, and Daichi couldn’t help but admit that yes, they had started playing more cohesively as a team ever since the equipment room had been open for team-use. And if Daichi said so, well, who was anyone to argue?

Tanaka and Noya were practically locked at the lips the entire walk to the gym, their jerseys hitting the laminate floor before the equipment door room was even open. Asahi went behind them, sighing fondly as he picked up stray pieces of clothing on the path there, unlocking the closet for the three of them to fall inside. Hinata was quick to tug Kageyama in afterwards, all fire and eagerness and need, and Yamaguchi wasn’t far behind with Tsukki – and even Tsukki had a lust-blown darkness to his eyes, if only because Yamaguchi had not-so-subtly been trying to work him up all day. Suga and Daichi were the last inside, and Daichi tugged his jersey off to drape over the door handle, before Suga was closing and locking the door behind them.

It was near pitch-black in the equipment room, but the light that peeked in through the cracks in the gymnasium door always gave everyone just enough to see by.

Already, Tanaka and Noya were naked, rolling around on the floor in what looked more like a wrestling match than anything else, kissing each other with so much tongue and teeth that Asahi had to sit behind them cross-legged to pull them off of each other like cats in heat. They’d barely been pulled apart for a single, solitary second before they were ravenously kissing Asahi, Noya claiming his mouth while Tanaka trailed bites and kisses down Asahi’s neck.

Hinata was always such a sweet thing in Kageyama’s lap, kissing him with such a need and an innocence that it always drove the upper-years wild. Beside them, leaned back against the wall, Yamaguchi was writhing in Tsukki’s lap, bumping their hips together eagerly. Tsukki’s held onto Yamaguchi’s hips firmly, a refusal to let him move even an inch away. “Tsukki,” Yamaguchi whined softly, and even in the low light, Suga could tell that Tsukki wanted to eat Yamaguchi alive.

“Impatient,” Tsukki tutted, low and deep, and Hinata was the one to moan at that. A smirk quirked up onto Tsukki’s lips, and Tsukki pulled one of his hands away from Yamaguchi’s hips to thread his fingers into Kageyama’s hair, scratching blunt nails over his scalp, tugging Kageyama out of his kiss with Hinata. “Care to share, King?”

Kageyama damn near growled – he never minded sharing, nor did Hinata, but Tsukki always managed to find ways to get under his skin. Asshole. All at once, Kageyama was shoving his lips hard against Tsukki’s, as if he could fight back with nothing but a kiss, and Tsukki accepted the challenge eagerly. Still seated in their respective laps, Hinata and Yamaguchi admired the view for as long as they could manage, before they were kissing each other in desperation, all tongue and spit running down their chins.

“Remember when you were eager like that?” Suga purred in Daichi’s ear as they watched their first-years, and Daichi swallowed a moan as Suga’s hand grazed over his clothed cock. “All sweet and shy?”

“I—” Daichi began, a shiver running down his spine when Suga began to tug at Daichi’s ear with his teeth. “I was never like that.”

“You’re still like that,” Asahi teased lightly, though the words didn’t have much heat in them – how could they, when Tanaka was pulling at Asahi’s hair just right, while Noya was tugging Asahi’s shorts down and off to toss them into some darkened corner for later. “Ah, Noya—” Asahi breathed out as Nishinoya licked a stripe up Asahi’s cock, shoving his legs apart to make room for himself between them.

“No fair,” Tanaka whined. “You said I could blow him first!” Though, really, Tanaka certainly didn’t seem to mind all that much – not when Asahi was laying back on the cold, concrete floor, using a strong, sure grip to guide Tanaka into kneeling over him. “Well, I guess I don’t mind all that much,” Tanaka amended quickly, and oh, Asahi absolutely smirked about it when he took Tanaka’s dick into his mouth.

“If I’d have known that that was the way to get them quiet, I’d have suggested this ages ago,” Daichi chuckled, though the sound dissolved into a moan when Suga ground his hips against Daichi’s ass.

“Ages ago, hm?” Suga purred. “You’re that eager to see your team touching each other?”

There was a soft, pitiful, whimpering little noise that pulled Suga’s attention then, because oh, he’d have known that sound anywhere. “Do you like that, Tobio-chan?” Suga hummed, pulling away from Daichi to kneel down by the first years. He saddled up close to Kageyama and Hinata, running his fingers so lovingly through Hinata’s hair as the younger spiker kissed Yamaguchi so messily. His other hand found Kageyama’s chin, pulling him out of his kiss with Tsukishima, so that Suga could turn Kageyama’s to face him.

“Well?” Suga purred, leaning in close enough that his lips brushed Kageyama’s as he spoke. “Do you?”

And poor, sweet Kageyama, always so quiet and stoic, looked at Sugawara like he was everything. This, Sugawara thought, must be why Oikawa has such a big ego.

“Yes, Sugawara-senpai,” Kageyama breathed, because he knew adding senpai when speaking to any of the upperclassmen in the equipment room drove them wild. He’d accidentally made Tanaka cum saying that, once, while Tanaka had been inside of Noya.

“Good boy. Isn’t Tobio so good?” Sugawara asked, though his gaze never strayed from Kageyama’s for a moment.

“Uh huh,” Hinata breathed, having pulled back from Yamaguchi to try and catch his breath. But Yamaguchi was still starving for it, and had pressed his mouth against Tsukki’s so quickly that Tsukki could taste Hinata there.

Suga chuckled, pressing a slow, wet kiss to Hinata’s cheek. “I think he deserves a reward for that, don’t you?” And oh, that was all the encouragement Hinata needed to start tearing at Kageyama’s clothes.

When Suga turned to look back at Daichi, he found their captain with a hand wrapped around Nishinoya’s cock, stroking Noya at a pace so slowly that Suga knew it was absolutely killing their libero. But that was what Tanaka and Noya both needed, in moments like these – someone so ground them, to steady them, to calm them down so they didn’t get too worked up too quickly. Daichi was matching the pace that Asahi had set as he sucked Tanaka off, the whole thing gentle and languid, and Suga enjoyed the sight while it lasted – soon enough, he knew, Noya and Tanaka would be all over each other again.

There was a flurry of movement, of orange and blue flying in all directions as Hinata stripped both he and Kageyama. Yamaguchi wasn’t far behind – though, Tsukki was much slower, taking his clothing off the way he’d strip at home, making sure nothing was wrinkled or messy. It drove Yamaguchi wild every time, and he was practically trembling in Tsukki’s lap.

“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi whined, but was silence by Tsukishima slapping his ass firmly. The noise echoed the barest bit in the room, and at least four separate people moaned out because of it.

“Always such a slut, Tadashi,” Tsukki murmured lowly, because he knew Yamaguchi better than anyone. Knew that, if he really wanted to, he could talk Yamaguchi off. “Does watching your senpais fuck really get you off that much?”

Yamaguchi tried to shift in Tsukki’s lap, tried to rut his hips forwards, tried to get some kind of friction against his aching cock, but Tsukki’s grip at his hips held him still. “No,” Tsukishima said firmly. “Not until I let you.”

Hinata shivered in Kageyama’s grip at the dripping authority in Tsukishima’s voice, and if the way Kageyama’s hands curled around both his and Hinata’s cocks were any indication, Kageyama loved the sound of it just as much. Though, Kageyama had the good grace not to react to it, because even in the throes of pleasure, he was not going to be boosting Tsukki’s insufferable ego, thank you very much.

Sugawara stood from the floor slowly, slipping out of his uniform, before moving over to the upperclassmen to help Daichi out of the rest of his. Noya rut down into Daichi’s hand, his hips stuttering desperately, and Daichi knew he was getting close. Which was precisely why he pulled his hand away, leaving Nishinoya to pull off of Asahi’s cock for the express purpose of complaining. “Captain,” Noya whined, which just made Asahi whine around Tanaka’s cock in turn.

“Patience,” Daichi said, the firmness in his voice coming with so much more ease than in Tsukishima’s. Daichi wasn’t as harsh as their first-year blocker, but he also didn’t need to be – Daichi’s so-called ‘Captain Voice’ was a practiced thing, and always demanded attention and respect. Even Noya and Tanaka at their most desperate wouldn’t dare disobey.

“It’s good manners, you know,” Sugawara added so sweetly, leaning over to lick over the shell of Noya’s ear. “To let your senpais come first. Isn’t that right, Tanaka?” he asked, shooting that sharp, unwavering gaze over to Tanaka, who looked vaguely panicked.

“Yes! Yes, of course,” Tanaka breathed, as if he hadn’t been planning on cumming down Asahi’s throat at any given moment. Begrudgingly, Tanaka pulled his cock out of Asahi’s mouth, knowing full well he’d cum if he let Asahi keep going.

“Good,” Suga smiled, before he was drawing Daichi into a slow, loving kiss. Daichi wrapped his arms around Suga, holding him close, as though they were the only two people in the world, let alone in the equipment room. It drew every pair of eyes in the room to them, the entire team watching as Daichi lay down on the floor in the center of the room, pulling Sugawara into his lap.

“Tanaka-san,” Sugawara purred, holding an expectant hand out without even looking in Tanaka’s direction. In a heartbeat, Tanaka was digging through a pile of practice jerseys and deflated balls for the bottle of lube that the team had agreed to communally keep. It had already needed replacing twice. He set the bottle in Suga’s hand, and Suga hummed softly to himself as he drizzled the lube over his fingers, only to press two fingers inside of himself. Daichi liked to prep him, Suga knew, but this was just as much about pleasing Daichi as it was about pleasing the rest of the team, too.

And yes, yes, the minute Suga caught Kageyama’s eyes, lust-blown and desperate, he knew he was putting on the perfect show. Suga played up his reactions a bit, of course, but there really wasn’t much need to when his fingers grazed that perfect spot inside of him, making Suga’s back arch and his brow furrow as he cried out.

Half a second after Suga slipped a third finger inside of himself, he heard Hinata yelp, and could only smile when he caught Hinata laid down on his back, looking up at Kageyama as the setter rut his hardened cock against the cleft of Hinata’s ass.

Suga spent another moment working himself open, before he was drizzling lube over Daichi’s cock, and then tossing Kageyama the bottle. Kageyama caught it with an athlete’s ease, squirting some into his own palm to lube his cock up. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that Kageyama didn’t feel the need to work Hinata open – not that anyone was surprised, of course, when the first-years seemed to have taken a very long time in the showers earlier.

Kageyama steadied his gaze on Daichi and Sugawara, and timed his first thrust into Hinata flawlessly with the moment Suga sank down onto Daichi’s cock. The four simultaneous gasps let to five other moans, and Hinata clenched around Kageyama’s dick.

“Kageyama!” Tanaka called, the exactly same way he did whenever he called for a set in a match, and Kageyama tossed the lube over to the second-year. There was a brief, heated, entirely-too-quick exchanged between the three – you sucked him off before, it’s my turn, you fucked him last time, no, I want his ass, you can have him next time – before some mutual understanding seemed to have been agreed on.

Noya laid on his back, Asahi kneeling over him, and Tanaka kneeling behind Asahi. Sugawara set a slow, steady pace as he rode Daichi, but both of their attentions were flickering over to Asahi – to Tanaka lubing his fingers to press one at a time inside of their ace, to watching the expression of strange discomfort to pleasure shift across Asahi’s features. It was something new to him, they knew – Noya liked to get fucked, and Tanaka liked to do the fucking, and Asahi had always been curious about being someone’s bottom. Getting to fuck Noya while Tanaka fucked him seemed like the best of both worlds.

And Tanaka, always loud and brash and ridiculous, leaned in to whisper things only Asahi could hear against his ear. Noya caught breaths of it – you’re perfect for us, ace, you’re made for us, aren’t you, to fuck and get fucked, because you’re ours, all of ours, our ace – and he did his best to stay still while Tanaka worked. Only when Tanaka had reliably found that sweet spot inside of Asahi enough times did Asahi take the lube to start working Noya open, and Noya damn near immediately started riding Asahi’s fingers in his desperation.

Kageyama, meanwhile, had his face buried in against the side of Hinata’s neck, no doubt leaving bruises that Hinata would complain about in the morning. He was desperate, fucking into his spiker, and Hinata had his arms and legs wrapped around Kageyama as though he dared the world to try and take his setter away from him.

And poor, poor Yamaguchi, oh. Tsukki had turned Yamaguchi around in his lap so that Yamaguchi had an excellent view of everyone in the room, two of Tsukki’s spit-slicked fingers working in and out of him, while Tsukki’s free hand kept a painfully tight grip in Yamaguchi’s hair, tipping his head back just enough for Tsukki to whisper filth in Yamaguchi’s ear. Every time Yamaguchi looked like he might be getting close to the edge, Tsukki would pull his fingers out entirely, occasionally gripping the base of Yamaguchi’s cock to stave off his orgasm entirely. Despite not even having Tsukki’s cock in him properly, Yamaguchi looked wrecked, and the sight of it was enough to make Suga pick up the pace.

“Tanaka.” The gasp sounded like a prayer falling from Asahi’s lips as Tanaka pressed inside of him, and oh, Daichi had a feeling they’d be seeing much more of Asahi sprawled out beneath Tanaka from now on.

Noya had just enough patience to wait for a few thrusts, before he was desperately squirming under Asahi, until their ace showed him enough mercy to press his cock inside of their libero, too. It took a few clumsy thrusts for them to find their pace, but eventually, Tanaka set a slow, firm rhythm, fucking into Asahi to let Asahi fuck into Noya.

Noya turned his head to catch sigh of the rest of his team, before he was taking the discarded lube bottle from beside them and rolling it across the room to Tsukki, if only to grant poor Yamaguchi some relief.

Tsukki hummed as he took the bottle into his hand, pleased that Yamaguchi was distracted enough by everyone else so that when Tsukki moved Yamaguchi onto his stomach, it came as a surprise to him. Tsukki made sure to keep Yamaguchi’s hips lifted off of the floor so that he couldn’t rut against it, while Tsukki lubed himself up and slid inside, keeping a hand in Yamaguchi’s hair all the while. Tsukki started out at a rough, punishing rhythm – exactly what Yamaguchi liked – and the intensity of his thrusts must’ve sparked something in Kageyama, because the setter started to fuck just as hard into Hinata

“Suga,” Daichi moaned, because there was only one person who could ever make such a mess of him. “Please.”

“Oh? Jealous that the first-years are getting more than you?” Suga teased, but seeing Yamaguchi being fucked into the floor while Hinata was clinging to Kageyama with everything he had certainly didn’t leave him unaffected, either. So Suga sped up a little faster, and a little faster still, until he could feel that familiar burn in his thighs. Really, riding Daichi was as good a workout as any volleyball drill.

It was only a matter of time before Tanaka and Noya fed off of the energy building in the room, and with only a single, cocky glance cast in one another’s directions, Tanaka sped up his thrusts at the same time Noya clenched down hard around Asahi’s cock, and Asahi whimpered as a shiver wracked his body.

Despite being a third-year, Asahi looked so absolutely helplessly over at Suga and Daichi, a pleading, desperate look in his eyes that the captain understood in a heartbeat. So Daichi smacked Suga’s ass, the bite of pain making Suga’s eyes go wide, and all it took was a glance at the first years – at Tsukki soaking in the look of a wrecked Yamaguchi, of Hinata moaning against Kageyama’s neck, of Kageyama looking back at Suga – for Suga’s orgasm to hit him hard and fast. Ropes of cum splattered against his abs as Suga moaned out, head thrown back in pleasure, and the sight of it never failed to undo Daichi in return.

Everyone seemed to have slowed down to watch, the room full of held breaths and choked-off moans, as Daichi and Suga found their pleasure with each other.

Only when the two settled down did Noya and Tanaka speed up again, absolutely merciless now, fueled by lust as much as their own natural energy picking back up. “Come on, Asahi-senpai,” Noya purred so sweetly, tugging Asahi down by his hair into a messy kiss. “Don’t you want to show the first years how pretty you look when you cum from Tanaka’s cock?”

That pushed Asahi over the edge, slamming into Noya with a hard thrust, filling Noya so perfectly. It was enough to send Noya tumbling over the edge after, too, and Tanaka seconds after him. They would, of course, argue later about who finished first, but for now, all they could do was grab at each other, was kiss and touch and smear Noya’s cum between them.

“Kageyama,” Hinata whined, almost entirely oblivious to the world around him, because Kageyama was his world, then. Just the two of them, their hearts beating in time. “Need—Need.” Hinata often got this way, Kageyama knew, when he was close – unable to articulate what he needed. Kageyama was just thankful that Hinata didn’t resort to sound effects now to get his point across.

“Go on, King,” Tsukki purred so easily, as if Yamaguchi wasn’t a trembling mess beneath him, as if Yamaguchi’s reddened, aching cock wasn’t leaking onto the concrete. “Your shrimp needs you.”

“Tsukki,” Suga tutted, even though there was little heat behind it. Pulling off of Daichi’s cock slowly, uncaring of the cum the dripped out of his ass and onto his thighs, Suga moved over to Kageyama. He settled in behind the setter, not wanting to touch Hinata, not wanting to disrupt wherever he’d gone in his head that was reserved for Kageyama, and Kageyama only.

“It’s alright, Tobio,” Suga whispered. “You know him inside and out, don’t you? You know him better than anyone. He’s all yours, and you’re his. Go on, Tobio. Make your boy cum.”

The words spurred Kageyama on in an instant, sliding a hand between his body and Hinata’s to wrap it around Hinata’s cock, flicking his thumb over the head. Kageyama timed the touches to Hinata’s cock with the harsh thrusts inside of him, and when he could feel Hinata slowly tightening around him, Kageyama slapped Hinata’s ass hard, and that was it. Hinata came so hard his vision went absolutely white, fireworks exploding behind his eyes. Kageyama had never been able to survive the feeling of Hinata clenching down around him, and when Kageyama came, it was with a soft, vulnerable little whimper of Hinata’s name – a sound just for Hinata, and no one else, despite the eyes on him or the warm body pressed against his back.

They’d figure it out eventually, Suga thought, Kageyama and Hinata. They were still young, and clumsy, and probably thought their relationship was just about volleyball and sex. Daichi and Suga knew better, of course, because they’d been there, too. Suga pulled away from Kageyama after pressing a kiss to their setter’s head, affectionate and adoring, but not too much.

And then, the only sounds in the equipment room were the slap of Tsukishima’s skin against Yamaguchi’s. It happened every time Tsukki and Yamaguchi shared the equipment room – Yamaguchi always came last, by Tsukki’s design.

Slowly pulling apart from one another, Tanaka and Noya moved over to kneel above Yamaguchi, staring down at him while Tsukishima fucked him. “He’s pretty, eh?” Tanaka grinned.

“Very pretty,” Noya chuckled, and having his senpais above him just made Yamaguchi’s toes curl. It was only Tsukki’s hand at the base of his cock that kept him from cumming right there and then.

“Poor Yamaguchi! Tsukishima’s being mean, isn’t he?” Noya pouted playfully. “Do you think we should help him, Ryu?”

“I think we should,” Tanaka grinned absolutely deviously, before he was moving to swipe his fingers through the remaining mess of cum on Nishinoya’s stomach. He held his messy fingers up to Yamaguchi’s mouth, and without hesitation Yamaguchi went to lick them clean – only, the moment his tongue touched Noya’s cum, Tsukki let go of his hold on Yamaguchi’s cock, and Yamaguchi came hard.

Watching Yamaguchi come undone was the only thing that could ever make Tsukki cum so quickly himself, and he finished inside of Yamaguchi’s ass with a swallowed moan, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep from embarrassing himself. The only time Yamaguchi had ever heard Tsukishima moan loud and unabashed was when the two of them were alone, and Yamaguchi was perfectly okay with that.

Yamaguchi slumped to the floor, and Tsukki slumped over top of him, almost protective, possessive of Yamaguchi when he was vulnerable after an orgasm.

Noya and Tanaka, of course, made a game of trying to smear Noya’s cum on each other, and Daichi had to smack the backs of their heads to get them to stop acting like absolute childen, which only made Suga and Asahi smile fondly.

“Alright,” Daichi clapped after everyone had had a few moments to collect themselves. “Showers, and then bed. We have practice first thing tomorrow morning.”

Noya and Tanaka groaned, while Kageyama and Hinata stood and stretched. As fun as the equipment room was, there was always a world beyond it.

“Ah… Daichi-san?”

Everyone was equally surprised to hear Asahi speak, soft and shy, unable to quite look anyone in the eye. “Do you think… we could go again, once more?”

Oh, everyone’s jaws damn near dropped.

“I knew you’d love my cock!” Tanaka grinned brightly.

“No, he loves my ass!” Noya countered. But, really, no one was paying attention to the ridiculous argument.

Not when Yamaguchi was already kissing Tsukki again, and Hinata was talking excitedly to Asahi about how good it felt to having someone inside of him, and Kageyama was pressing the shyest, softest little kiss to Suga’s cheek in thanks.

One more round wouldn’t kill them, Daichi thought, as he picked up the half-emptied bottle of lube again.

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