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Tobio was not supposed to be in the locker rooms.
And Kiyoomi knew he should kick him out, boyfriend or not, because the locker rooms were meant for teammates only. But he didn’t. No, as he approached his boyfriend sitting on one of the locker room benches, he made the conscious decision to let him stay. And he made that choice because if Bokuto could bring Kuroo in whenever he wanted and Atsumu and Shouyou could do whatever the hell they wanted in front of everybody, then he could have his boyfriend here for one day. He’s owed that much, especially when they don’t get to see each other as often as he’d prefer.
“Tobio,” he greets, watching the setter look up from where he was examining his nails. He doesn’t know how Tobio had known which locker was his, but he seems to have figured it out as he’s seated on the bench directly in front of it.
“Kiyoomi,” Tobio answers, standing up to properly greet him. To the untrained ear, he might not sound all that happy to see him, almost as if greeting him like he would anyone else. But Kiyoomi can hear the underlying fondness, and he sees the faint smile tugging at Tobio’s pink lips. Tobio is just as excited to see him as he is to see Tobio.
Kiyoomi leans in once he’s close enough for a chaste kiss, taking a deep breath of Tobio’s comforting cologne as he does so. He’d seen Kageyama in the bleachers while playing, but he wasn’t expecting to see him here in front of his locker. Usually if Tobio was able to come see a game, he waited outside for him until he’d showered and dressed, but this was still a very pleasant surprise. Kiyoomi brings his hand up to lovingly touch Tobio’s cheek with his fingertips for a few seconds before moving over to his locker, unaware of the faint smile on his own lips.
“Kageyama!” Shouyou suddenly screeches, making Kiyoomi sigh as he opens the locker. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be long for Shouyou to discover his best friend. “You can’t be in here!”
“Why not?” Tobio asks gruffly, but there’s fondness there too. Not the same kind reserved for Kiyoomi, but a different kind of affection that Tobio holds for the ginger all the same. Shouyou has always held a special spot in Tobio’s life, Kiyoomi knows this.
“Because… Because! You’re not on our team!” Shouyou declares, hands on his hips as if he and Tobio are facing off on the court.
“I’m not on any team today,” Tobio counters. He has a point. He’s dressed rather casually, in a nice blue button down and jeans. And they aren’t set to play the Adlers for quite a few more weeks.
“But-!”
“He’s taking me home,” Kiyoomi interrupts, glancing at Shouyou over his shoulder. He’s not sure if he’s ready to hear another one of their stupid arguments. He loves Tobio, but God, do they argue about the dumbest things.
Mercy comes in the form of Atsumu of all people, who steps into their little gathering to wind an arm around Shouyou’s shoulders before he can verbally attack Kiyoomi’s boyfriend again.
“Hey, Tobio,” he greets with his customary smirk. Tobio nods in greeting, but they don’t hold onto a conversation. Instead, Atsumu looks down at Shouyou, thumb rubbing circles against his shoulder. “Let’s not bother them,” he says, and then bends low to whisper something in Shouyou’s ear. Kiyoomi watches as his face turns pink and his mouth shuts with an audible clack. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t dare to ask. Atsumu just winks at him and Tobio before steering his boyfriend towards the showers where they disappear.
Kiyoomi would rather not think about what they’re going to do in there.
With them gone, Tobio turns back to Kiyoomi, coming close enough to lean against the locker beside him. “Are you going to shower?” he asks, head tilted ever so slightly in the adorable way that Kiyoomi loves. Kiyoomi heaves out a sigh at the question, glancing at the button that’s undone right beneath Tobio’s collarbones.
“I was, but now I’m having second thoughts.” Kiyoomi’s lips purse as he stares at where Atsumu and Shouyou disappeared to—their very own stall. It won’t be long now until they make their intentions known, because the two of them have no shame. The worst part is that Kiyoomi is the only one who can even try to shame them for it, simply because he’s the only one who’s never defaced the showers like they did. He still has the image of Bokuto and Kuroo together stamped in his mind. Every day he wishes he didn’t.
“They’re only in one stall, it’s not like you can’t shower,” Tobio says, and Kiyoomi almost believes he doesn’t understand why they’re in the shower together. But Tobio isn’t stupid. So why would he push this?
“I’d rather not shower while listening to Atsumu get railed,” he tells him, busying himself with getting ready to go home. So much for getting clean. He can make it though, it’s a short train ride.
“I thought Hinata bottomed,” Tobio says, brows furrowed. Kiyoomi gives him a dirty look.
“It doesn’t matter and either way I don’t want to know. Come on, I’ll shower at home.” He reaches for his gym bag, but Tobio reaches out to stop him, slender setter hand resting on top of his own.
“We could… Do it too,” he suggests in a low tone.
Kiyoomi’s head snaps up in shock, dark eyes wide. Tobio’s own gaze is lowered to their hands, his cheeks just the barest shade of pink. “They can’t have all the fun,” he adds after another second, as if that would be all the reason Kiyoomi needed to agree.
“Is this about your competition with Shouyou?” Kiyoomi asks seriously, deterred by the thought of his boyfriend trying to out-fuck him in front of someone else.
It’s Tobio’s turn to look surprised though and he shakes his head fast. “No! No, I just thought…”
While he trails off and attempts to come up with a reason for his impromptu suggestion, Kiyoomi mulls the possibility over in his mind. Clearly, he’s not thinking straight for even considering it, but… He is considering it. Because to be fair, Kiyoomi doesn’t hate shower sex. It’s perhaps the cleanest way to have sex at all. But there’s a difference between having sex in the privacy of one’s own bathroom and fucking in a public shower.
He weighs it in his mind, thinks about the possible outcomes. And as ridiculous as it is, a thrill runs through him the more he thinks on it. Suddenly, he understands exactly why the guys on his team get their rocks off in the shower so often. For the first time, he can understand why Kuroo absolutely couldn’t wait to be home to get Bokuto’s dick in his mouth and why Atsumu and Shouyou act like they need each other or they’ll die. He gets it, because he suddenly wants his boyfriend desperately. And home is so very far away. Tobio is propositioning him, outright saying he wants to have sex in a roundabout kind of way, subtly admitting that he doesn’t want to wait until they’re home either. And while Kiyoomi doesn’t like being crass and he likes keeping his private life private, he’d have to be an idiot to turn Tobio down.
“Fuck it.” Kiyoomi finally says, grabbing his things and slamming the locker door shut. Tobio says nothing, but Kiyoomi barely spares him a glance as he grabs his hand with his own. Without a word, he drags the setter towards the showers, bypassing various teammates getting dressed and then Atsumu and Shouyou’s shared shower stall.
He takes Tobio to the shower at the very back of the room, the farthest stall from everyone, and pushes him inside before dragging the curtain closed behind him. When he looks at Tobio again, it’s to find a surprised expression across his face.
“What?” Kiyoomi asks sharply, reaching behind his head to drag his jersey over his head. Tobio’s eyes betray him by looking down to the compression shirt he’s wearing underneath, confirming exactly what he’d been wanting.
“I didn’t think you’d do it,” Tobio admits softly. But even with his apparent surprise, he’s stepping closer, talented hands sliding along Kiyoomi’s waist to tug the hem of the compression shirt up. Kiyoomi struggles not to shiver at the cool air that hits his lower belly.
“It’s time to pop my cherry, as those idiots would say,” he answers drily, lifting his own hands to card through Tobio’s dark hair. “I’m the only one who hasn’t done it in the locker room apparently.”
Tobio glances up at him, his pupils expanded. “Really?”
Kiyoomi nods, but he doesn’t get to say anything more before Tobio is kissing him, dirty and passionate. He inhales sharply in surprise, but he doesn’t resist, letting Tobio back him up against the shower wall and ravage his mouth.
It’s hard to stay quiet, he soon realizes. At home, there’s no need. He’s not obnoxiously loud anyway, but he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally whining Tobio’s name to the point where someone could hear. He does have to at this moment though, where Atsumu and Shouyou are getting it on just a little ways down and others are changing or showering nearby. And it’s hard.
Tobio has pushed the shirt up to his collarbones, his fingers dancing across sensitive skin to press into his favorite spots. Kiyoomi’s nipples are already hard and receptive, and it’s so damn hard not to lose his resolve when Tobio tugs on them.
When Tobio breaks the kiss to pull the shirt off completely, Kiyoomi is already breathing raggedly and sporting a semi in his shorts. Shorts that Tobio hurries to shove down so that Kiyoomi is forced to step out of them.
“Shower, Tobio,” he hisses, and Tobio haphazardly reaches out to turn the shower water on. They don’t move to get in it right away, but that wasn’t why Kiyoomi had mentioned it. He wanted the noise, in hopes that it’ll muffle any sounds that do escape him. For now, they stand just beyond the spray, in the little changing area with a bench.
Kiyoomi fully intends to get under the spray, but Tobio is so damn insistent that he doesn’t even get a chance. Tobio has barely turned the water on before he’s stripping Kiyoomi on his own, underwear and sneakers gone in seconds. The only things left are the shower sandals that Kiyoomi insists on wearing while in public showers and the compression sleeves on his arms.
Kiyoomi reaches to take them off himself, assuming Tobio wants him naked, but the setter reaches out and stops him.
“Leave them,” he says.
“Why am I the only one naked?” Kiyoomi decides to ask rather than argue about it. They can survive getting a little wet after all.
“You tell me.” Tobio crowds him against the wall for a second time. It’s cold against his ass and back, but Kiyoomi allows it just so that he can start unbuttoning Tobio’s shirt. Delicious tan skin is revealed with every button and he quickly tosses it onto the bench with his own clothes once it’s undone. Biting down on his lower lip, he fumbles with Tobio’s belt until he can push his pants and underwear down past his ass.
“Oh, Tobio,” he whimpers at the sight of a familiar pink cock. He immediately forgets all about the pants in his new effort of reaching for the hardening prick, wrapping his long fingers around the length and tugging. Tobio lets out a hiss and his hips jerk forward, blood filling his cock more with every passing second.
“Turn around, Kiyoomi,” Tobio suddenly requests, and as much as Kiyoomi resents having to let go of that perfect dick, he does as told. Turning to face the wall, he plants his hands against it while Tobio messes with the stuff he brought for the shower.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says quietly, words mostly covered by the running water.
“It’s fine, we’re in the shower,” Kiyoomi answers, though his face goes pink at the thought of Tobio going raw. They’ve only done it once or twice purely because the cleanup tends to be a bit much, but Kiyoomi doesn’t think he’ll mind it this time.
“Okay, well…” Tobio lifts the bottle of his conditioner up to where he can see it. “This is what we have to work with.”
Kiyoomi goes quiet. Is he really about to use his expensive shampoo as lube? They could do this an easier way, suck each other off or even just let Tobio fuck between his legs. But those ideas aren’t as appealing as Tobio taking him where anyone can walk in, so he shuts the ideas down and goes all in.
“It’ll work,” he tells him. Tobio lets out a breath of relief before kissing the back of his shoulder.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he says softly, and then there’s the click of the cap and Tobio’s fingers at his hole.
Kiyoomi instinctively shies away at first, but Tobio’s other hand is gripping his hip, so he can’t go far. As he massages his rim, Tobio mouths against the side of his neck, making Kiyoomi shudder at the intimacy of it before relaxing enough for Tobio to push the first finger in.
Tobio wastes no time after that. Kiyoomi doesn’t know how he manages it, but one minute he’s barely got one knuckle in him and in the next, Tobio has him spread on three fingers. Somewhere in that time span, Kiyoomi had lifted a hand off the wall to bite down on the meat of his palm, muffling his soft gasps and moans. Those setter hands are dangerous, Kiyoomi has known that for a long while. What Tobio can do is nothing short of talented, and Kiyoomi finds himself nothing short of thankful for it as the setter presses up against his back.
“Ready?” he asks, and Kiyoomi can feel the blunt tip of his cock between his cheeks.
He gives a jerky nod, not trusting his voice not to carry throughout the locker room. If he had any attention to spare, he would’ve been able to realize that Shouyou isn’t being quiet enough from where he must be pinned in the shower too, but he’s too focused on what Tobio is about to do to him. All that matters is Tobio.
There’s little resistance when Tobio slides in, the conditioner doing its job in keeping everything smooth and easy. Kiyoomi squeezes his eyes shut at the sudden full feeling, his own cock throbbing from where it’s hanging between his legs. Tobio reaches the deepest parts inside of him, and Kiyoomi has never wanted to beg for it more than in this moment. It must be the riskiness of the situation getting to him. Has to be.
“Fuck,” Tobio whispers in his ear, rolling his hips right into Kiyoomi’s ass. His dick is rubbing right up against that sweet spot inside of him, and combined with the intoxicating sound of Tobio’s low voice, Kiyoomi’s eyes roll upwards and his body sags forward towards the shower wall.
Tobio starts moving, achingly slow. He makes Kiyoomi feel every inch of him as he pulls out, lightly tugging at his rim with the head of his cock before plunging back in with deep strokes. Kiyoomi’s chest heaves with the effort of breathing and not speaking, tingles shooting through his entire nervous system every time Tobio buries himself.
He reaches back with one hand to find Tobio’s waist, blunt fingernails digging into the skin there in a silent way of asking for more. Of course, Tobio doesn’t give it to him right away, but he does pick up the pace ever so slightly. His hands span Kiyoomi’s waist, squeezing lightly before sliding up over his ribs. Kiyoomi expects him to go for his nipples again, but Tobio does the unexpected by going to his shoulders instead and sliding his palms down over his arms – where the compression sleeves are hugging.
“I like these,” he murmurs, squeezing along Kiyoomi’s biceps.
“Yeah?” he asks softly, not daring to raise his voice any higher. Not when Tobio is purposely pressing into him as deep as he can, moving slowly but purposefully.
“Yeah. They look good,” he murmurs, thumbs curling into the tops of the sleeves, lightly tugging without removing them.
“Are they the reason you’re fucking me right now?” Kiyoomi suddenly asks, having just enough brainpower to come to that conclusion. There’s a moment of silence – wherein Kiyoomi just knows Tobio is getting red in the face – and then Tobio sighs.
“Yes,” he admits, smoothing his fingers across the black sleeves again. “You looked so good out there.” Kiyoomi merely gives a soft hum of satisfaction and bumps his hips back, urging Tobio to truly take him. He’s pleased with the answer he’s received, and now wants nothing more than for Tobio to show just how appreciative he truly is of the compression sleeves.
Thankfully, Tobio gets the hint. With a soft moan, he winds his arms around Kiyoomi’s lean torso, hugging him so tightly that their bodies are flush. Kiyoomi braces his forearm against the wall and holds one of Tobio’s hands with his own where it lays against his chest, shivering at the feeling of Tobio’s warm breath against his ear. With practiced ease, Tobio fucks into him faster than before, hips slapping against his ass a little too loudly for Kiyoomi to normally be comfortable with. And yet, he doesn’t ask Tobio to stop, doesn’t tell him to be quiet. So what if someone hears? What are they going to do? All that matters is that Tobio is inside of him.
“Omi,” Tobio moans breathlessly, his lips brushing Kiyoomi’s ear. Kiyoomi clenches around him and tries to meet him for a thrust, holding back a moan of his own. Tobio is already at that point where he can’t be bothered to say Kiyoomi’s full name? It always drives Kiyoomi wild to get Tobio to that point, and the fact that he’s already there has his cock pulsing again. It’s achingly hard, desperate for relief.
“Tobi,” Kiyoomi whines in response, knowing how it tends to get a reaction out of Tobio to similarly not use his full name. And just like he was hoping, Tobio shudders on his next breath. Falling silent, Tobio slides his free hand down to fist Kiyoomi’s cock in hand, loosely stroking it in time with his thrusts. His fingertips repeatedly press into the spot just beneath the crown, and Kiyoomi actually chokes on a soft cry every time he does it. His hips buck, jerking into Tobio’s hand before grinding back into where Tobio is spearing him from behind, biting down on his tongue to keep from crying out.
There are people talking relatively close by, but Kiyoomi doesn’t have the capability to care about what they’re saying so long as they’re not getting any closer. All that matters is his orgasm, and Tobio is steadily pulling it out of him with his deep thrusts and deft fingers. This will probably be the fastest he’s ever finished with Tobio.
“Tobi,” Kiyoomi gasps again. He’s steadily meeting Tobio for every thrust now, pushing his hips back in perfect rhythm to feel the impact of his boyfriend’s sharp hip bones against his ass. There’s no way people aren't hearing it now, but he can’t be bothered to care. “Wanna come, wanna come…”
“Take over,” Tobio says, voice hushed. He releases his cock and Kiyoomi quickly takes over to jerk himself off the way he likes, fast and with a tight grip. He’s so focused on getting himself to just finish that he doesn’t stop to consider what exactly Tobio’s doing. There’s a hand against the back of his thigh though, nudging and pulling, and Kiyoomi doesn’t think, he just obediently raises it to set his foot on the shower bench. The new position effectively spreads him wider for Tobio, and it’s perfect for Kiyoomi to get the friction he needs to finish, but Tobio doesn’t stop there.
He can feel Tobio’s hand against the cleft of his ass, the pad of his thumb smoothing along his tailbone and then farther down. And just like that, Tobio works his thumb into his hole, right alongside his own cock.
Kiyoomi comes instantaneously.
“To-mmph!” Tobio’s hand pulls free of his own to slap over his mouth in time, which Kiyoomi will undoubtedly be thankful for later on. But at that moment, all that he cares about is the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washing over him. He moans long and low under Tobio’s hand, squeezing his own dick while Tobio keeps fucking him. He’s painting the wall in front of him white, his legs are shaking slightly with the effort it takes to hold him up. It feels incredible.
He’s still riding the high when Tobio’s fingers tighten against his face a few moments later. He’s getting close to his orgasm too, and Kiyoomi wants nothing more than to feel it when it happens. Placing his hand back on the wall, Kiyoomi reaches back with the other hand to squeeze at Tobio’s muscular thigh, urging him to finish quickly. He’s already oversensitive, but it still feels so good. The world almost seems hazy – perhaps it’s just the steam from the shower – and then everything becomes almost too much as warmth floods inside of him.
Tobio’s mouth is pressed against his shoulder, harsh breaths escaping through his nose. His grip on Kiyoomi’s hips is bruising, and so painfully delicious. He fucks Kiyoomi with short and fast thrusts to chase the pleasure, the smacks too loud to be ignored. But then the thrusts begin to slow in the way Kiyoomi is familiar with when Tobio is finishing, returning to the tortuous drag against his walls until he finally pulls his softening cock free and they’re both left there panting.
It’s a long moment before Tobio reaches up to start taking off his compression sleeves for him, very gently laying them with the rest of his uniform. Still bracing himself against the wall with one hand, Kiyoomi turns to face him. His eyes immediately go south to where Tobio’s dick is limply hanging out of his pants. He’d never taken them fully off, and the sight is lewd. Kiyoomi shivers, somehow still turned on by the sight, and glances up again to meet Tobio’s dark blue eyes.
There’s a silent conversation between them before Kiyoomi moves under the spray of the water, his back to Tobio while he reaches behind him to feel the spend and conditioner slowly leaking out of him. Tobio’s belt clinks from behind and there’s the rustling of fabric before he joins him.
Kiyoomi spins around almost too quickly, wanting to face Tobio properly this time. The kiss that ensues is a little hard, but it’s worth it to taste the shaky breath that Tobio exhales. Arms around Tobio’s neck, Kiyoomi molds his front to his boyfriend’s, feeling every muscle and every inch of skin against his own.
Tobio is being greedy in his own way, one hand tangling in dampening curls while the other is squeezing and fondling his ass. It isn’t long until those familiar fingers dip between his cheeks and then inside of him completely, fingering through the various fluids that Kiyoomi is filled with.
Tilting his head to the side, Kiyoomi’s lips part for Tobio’s tongue, a happy moan escaping him as they collide with each other. He could go another round, he realizes. His cock is already stirring, and he’s absentmindedly grinding against Tobio’s front.
“Nngh!” A loud moan startles them apart. Kiyoomi’s eyes are wide as they meet Tobio’s similarly wide eyes, heart racing in his chest. It takes him a minute to realize he’d just heard Shouyou orgasming, and he almost feels revolted until he realizes-
“They heard me,” he whispers to Tobio in horror. Tobio had surely only managed to stifle some of it if they were able to hear Shouyou that clearly. Tobio winces a little in sympathy and pulls his fingers free from Kiyoomi’s hole – truth be told, he’d forgotten Tobio was inside of him for those few seconds.
“It’s fine,” Tobio calmly whispers back, lowering his other hand to the small of Kiyoomi’s back. “I doubt they noticed.” There’s a few more obscene noises down the row, and Kiyoomi cringes a little. He’d seriously just let Tobio fuck him in the shower, with just as little shame as those two.
“They’re never going to let me hear the end of it,” he argues, fingers wrapped tightly around Tobio’s broad shoulders.
“Who cares?” Tobio grabs his ass firmly again, making him jolt. “They’re having just as much fun, they can’t say anything.”
“Tobio…”
“Who cares,” he repeats, leaning close to brush their lips together. And Kiyoomi is but a man who is very, very weak. His eyelids flutter shut and Tobio’s fingers breach his entrance again. “Let me have you again.”
“Face me this time,” Kiyoomi answers immediately. His embarrassment is already gone, caught up in his sudden desperation for another round. He opens his eyes to plead with Tobio, lifting both hands to curl into wet black strands of hair. “Wanna watch you fill me.” He’d been so wrapped up in feeling good earlier that he hadn’t thought about watching Tobio’s face as he came inside of him. But he doesn’t want to miss it again, not when they so rarely went raw.
“Okay,” he agrees willingly, guiding Kiyoomi into yet another wall. “Okay.”
Kiyoomi lets himself be lifted enough to wrap his thighs around Tobio’s sturdy waist, exhaling slowly as they fit together. It feels perfect to hold Tobio close like this, breathing him in and watching water stream down the sharp angles of his face. He’s beautiful, and Kiyoomi can’t keep his hands to himself. Tobio can’t either. He’s persistent and gentle as he tugs at Kiyoomi’s cock, filling him with new fervor, and then there is nothing gentle about the coupling that ensues.
By the time they exit the shower, finally clean and mostly composed, the locker room is barren. Almost, at least. They’re walking hand in hand towards the exit when they pass none other than Atsumu and Shouyou themselves, seated together as they get ready to leave too. Shouyou barely manages to meet Kiyoomi’s eyes for a second before he’s looking away with red cheeks, and Kiyoomi can’t say he’s holding it against him as he similarly glances away. He’s rather embarrassed too. So much for shaming them. Now he's no better than the rest of them.
Atsumu is far from embarrassed though, smiling smugly at Tobio and Kiyoomi. While Shouyou is bent over tying his shoes, Atsumu sits shirtless on the bench beside him, leaning back on his hands and watching them walk by through lidded eyes.
“See you on Monday, Omi,” he calls. Kiyoomi squeezes Tobio’s hand tightly, trying not to quicken their pace too obviously.
“Yep,” he says shortly before dragging Tobio out of the locker room and to the train station. It’s only when they’re home that he allows Tobio to draw him into another embrace, tender and loving and free of the mortification of others knowing what they’d done.
“Did you have fun?” Tobio asks, swaying with Kiyoomi in his arms. Kiyoomi nestles his face closer to the crook of his neck, exhaling slowly in the private space of their apartment.
“Mhm…” He kisses the spot where Tobio’s pulse steadily beats and melts into his chest. He’s satiated from two orgasms, and now safe from scrutiny in his own home. Tobio squeezes him tightly. There’s nowhere he’d rather be.
“Want to lay down?” Tobio asks next, rubbing one hand up and down his spine.
“More than anything,” Kiyoomi agrees with a soft groan. By the time they lay down in bed together, Kiyoomi’s lips are bruised with kisses. But he doesn’t mind. Not when he gets to lay his head against Tobio’s strong chest and rest after a long day, content where he lies.