Thread by @squidlywhiplash

#nsfw

Sakusa Kiyoomi stressed out and pent up because the moving company somehow managed to lose the ONE box with his tried and true vibrator in it.

Not a big deal right?

Wrong, because it's his comfort toy and it gets him off every time and now he doesn't have it.

Who does he go to FIRST for help?
(Note: yall are probs like, where's Atsumu???? But I got plans here so bear with me)

Also, what is this person GOOD at?

What are they BAD at?

Kiyoomi wasn't familiar with a lot of his teammates yet, hadn't seen many of them since high school, and even then, the run-ins had been brief.

His first instinct was....

no, absolutely not.

The captain it was.

He'd seen the way Meian had looked at him during his tryout.

He wouldn't be turned away.

When Meian Shuugo opened his team dormitory door, he looked surprised but also pleased, trailing after Kiyoomi like an eager dog.

Might as well get to the point.

"The movers lost my vibrator and I need to get off or I can't sleep."

"And you want my help?" Meian asked, practically vibrating (heh, get it?)

"No penetrative sex, I'm not in the mood, but I'm up for anything else. We help each get off, we go our separate ways. Deal?"

He could trust Meian with this.

As a more... seasoned man, Kiyoomi believed that he could be professional about this. Just two teammates helping each other out. No strings, no complications, no fear of attachments

(like what might happen if Kiyoomi went to someone else)

Meian was already shrugging out of his shirt, dark chest hair catching Kiyoomi by surpise, "Can I finger you?"

'Are you any good?' Kiyoomi wanted to ask, but that was rude, and regardless, he'd make it work.

He didn't have to answer verbally, just stepped out of his

Loose shorts and got on all fours on Meians bed, lowering himself enough that his ass cheeks spread on their own.

"Fuuuuck," Meian breathed, only stopping long enough to grab lube before his hands were all over Kiyoomi.

It wasn't a bad touch. Meian's hands were calloused, scratching against Kiyoomi’s skin pleasantly

And his fingers.

Fucking incredible.

He was definitely showing off, stretching Kiyoomi with deft precision and petting at his walls with the perfect amount of pressure.

It was so good.

So fucking good.

Maybe he could cum like this. Cum like this and come back to Meian every time he needed release.

How..... disappointing?

Suddenly those same fingers that had been working magic inside him, got sloppy and blunt.

Mashing inside of him with no sense of rhythm or purpose.

"Captain," Kiyoomi whined, unable to hide his displeasure at the turn of events.

"Huh---what? Oh, sorry! Guess I got distracted."

As a sort of apology, Meian’s pointer finger butted into his prostate perfectly.

And yet, distracted? what could possibly have him distracted at a time like this?

On the pattern went. A minute of electrifying fingering, paired with the promise of release, followed by two or more minutes of unsatisfying prostate gouging or sloppy finger work.

At this rate, he wouldn't cum until the end of the season.

It forced him to take matters into his own hands, barking at Meian to focus before reaching down to fist his cock.

The pace was too fast for that nice buildup that Kiyoomi enjoyed but it got the job done.

Finally, /finally/ making him cum.

That, paired with a slick hand job for Meian who came in 7 strokes no less, and Kiyoomi was on his way out that door, trying not to look visibly irritated.

Meian could've been the one to warm his bed for at least the season

But not after that performance. Not if Kiyoomi getting off was going to be hit or miss.

"Sakusa! See you later?" Meian called, satisfaction heavy in his tone.

Yeah, he'd see him alright. On the court. Nothing more.

Alright. Who does Sakusa try next?

What is Sakusa looking to try with his new partner?

Where does this happen?

#omibo (forgot to tag Meisaku last time, whoops)

He'd planned to ask Hinata next. Word on the street was that he had a list of past partners a mile long and always liked to keep it casual.

Word on the street being his tendency to overshare in the lockeroom.

Like to the point where yes, Kiyoomi was new, but he could tell you exactly which positions Hinata proffered and why.

He'd be the next safe choice.

Except, Boktuo was making it so clear he wanted to be next.

Yes, next, because the hicky on his neck had exposed him as a slut

And he felt no need to lie about who he slept with.

Turns out, he wasn't the only one who'd gone rounds (round in his case) with their Captain, so it was all good.

Bokuto Koutarou was easy on the eyes.

Tall, built, strong in a way that Kiyoomi just loved.

Not to mention, he wasn't shy about his lust for Kiyoomi, and that was hot.

So, when the opportunity presented itself, he took it, leaving his shower curtain open after practice when it was just him, and the man who couldn't stop staring at his ass.

Kiyoomi provided the time, Bokuto polrovded his tongue, sinking wordlessly to his knees behind Kiyoomi and tilting his face.

Boktuo licked his lips, reaching for Kiyoomi’s hips but not quite touching.

"I think you know what I want."

Oh yes, Kiyoomi knew exactly what Bokuto wanted, and guess what, it's what he wanted too.

Usually, anyone's mouth back there was a no-no. It was unclean at best, disgusting at worst.

But in the shower? After Kiyoomi had rigorously made sure he'd be prepared.

That was an exception.

He nodded to Boktuo, but still had to smother a yelp as the man surged for him, burying his face into Kiyoomi's ass and groaning before he even gave the first lick.

Oh.

Oh fuck yeah. Those heated looks hadn't been for nothing.

Bokuto knew what he was doing. From the way he huffed breath through his nose so that he wouldn't have to stop, to the clamp-like grip he had on Kiyoomi’s hips so that he couldn't wiggle away.

Not that he'd want to, Bokuto was doing damn good work.

It was eager, the way he toyed with Kiyoomi’s rim, sucking and licking and groaning.

Fuck, the groaning. Obvious evidence that Bokuto was enjoying this.

Kiyoomi was left to lean into the wall in front of him and just pant, shifting his hips this way and that.

But, there was something missing.

No fingers to toy with his prostate or make him feel full.

Boktuo was a devoted man of craft, but it seemed limited to his incredible mouth.

It was good, yes, but even though Kiyoomi begged for fingers, Bokuto's hands stayed put.

He seemed to be lost to it. Unaware of anything that wasn't the feast under his lips.

And while that in theory was hot, Kiyoomi was still left reaching for his own cock to bring himself off in the end.

It was a good orgasm, mind meltingly good. But it wasn't the best.

It wasn't the kind that he longed for ever since his precious vibrator had been lost.

Maybe he'd consider Bokuto in a pinch, if the itch got too strong, but he was still left wanting more.

There was a bonus in Bokuto's favor though.

Kiyoomi had not done any work, and yet Bokuto's cum slid down the drain anyway. The act itself had seemed to do it for him.

Plus, he left with a brief kiss to Kiyoomi’s forehead, somehow more sweet than gross considering where he'd been and said thank you like a good partner.

Maybe they weren't wholly compatible sexually, but Kiyoomi did want him as a friend, and that was still a win.

Third time is the charm...right? Who is it?

What they doin?