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"What would be your dream threesome?"
The question was not supposed to stump anyone, just a silly inquiry from a drunk Kenma, leaning against Akaashi. For it still being somewhat early in the night, Akaashi was surprised to see Kenma so far gone already. Golden eyes were glosy, lips parted to take long sips of his beer. Kenma was far from the type to drink, let alone get drunk.
Akaashi should ponder who gave him those drinks but he shook it off, focusing on Kenma's slurred words. "Pardon?" Akaashi asked, his voice getting lost in the music. No matter where they ended up drinking, the team loved going to the loudest clubs and bars in Tokyo. They contributed to the unbearable noise levels, their cheering and drunken singing made matters worse.
Kenma licked his lips before he spoke again. "What would be your dream threesome?"
He slowly shook his head in response, placing his drink down before Akaashi carefully guided Kenma to sit. The younger man stumbled, letting out a low giggle before propping his elbow on the bar, eyes intent on Akaashi's face. Between the two of them, neither tended to get drunk at these functions. They were the ones who took the guys home, making sure their own spouses were taken care of.
"Why do you want to know my dream threesome? That's an odd thing to ask, let alone ask your friend." Kenma rolled his eyes, nodding his head barely to the beat of the catchy song that blared through the speakers. He spun in the barstool chair, amused that he could spin.
"Y're such a prude, it's a stupid joke! Tetsuro has a dream threesome 'n—" Kenma brought his fist to his lips, swallowing something unpleasant down, his face scrunched up. "God, don't let me drink more." Kenma slid the beer bottle to him, and Akaashi picked it up gingerly, feeling how light it was. "Anyways—It's a joke that we have. I have one and so does Tetsu. I figured you'd have one, y'know?"
Kenma placed his forearms on the bar, looking at the crowd. Akaashi followed his gaze, seeing Kuroo and Bokuto trying out drink the other. Shot glasses covered the table, making Akaashi sigh. Bokuto was good at holding his liquor, but the aftermath in the morning was not ideal. Having a grown man protest at every small flicker of light, curled up on Akaashi like a cat, then proceeds to refuse to move wasn't a Bokuto Koutarou he wanted to deal with. Especially since his morning was jammed pack with advertisement shoots and interviews for the upcoming season that was about to start.
Akaashi lifted his glass up, tilting it to his lips but taking only a tiny sip, nursing his drink. It was his second for the night and most likely the last. The walk to his and Bokuto's home wasn't a far one, but one of them had to be sober enough. And Akaashi had a gut feeling he would be dragging Bokuto home.
"Bokuto-san and I don't talk stuff like that. Honestly, the idea of a threesome might upset him."
Kenma furrowed his brow. "Why?"
Akaashi traced his finger on the rim of his glass, eyes focused on Bokuto. Amber eyes flickered over his way not even moments later, a bright smile spreading across his lips when they made eye contact. Akaashi couldn't help a tiny one in return, slightly nodding his head.
Everyone saw that version of Bokuto. The one who was always cheery and to some, off putting due to constant loud volume. Akaashi saw Bokuto's gaze slowly rake over his face, then shifting down, lingering on the tight button up he was wearing. His head barely tilted, eyes going to Kenma but went back to Akaashi quickly. Bokuto's tongue poked out, hand tightening on the shot glass before downing it in one go.
What others didn't see, couldn't see, was the possessive side of Bokuto.
Akaashi mulled over his words, past experiences he's had with men. The times he'd ended with Bokuto's tongue shoved down his throat, hands leaving bruises on his waist, his legs being too weak to walk. All because some guy thought he had a chance with Akaashi.
"He's not good with other men. And besides, I don't find anyone attractive other than Bokuto-san."
Never in a million years would Akaashi even glance in anyone's direction. Not when Bokuto Koutarou was his. All he could ever want, ever need in a person, happened to be that one he found back in high school. Not many others got as lucky as Akaashi did, so he was grateful to have locked Bokuto in for many years to come.
Many people had teased them for only being with each other, but it never bothered Akaashi. Rarely did anyone find someone who matched with them so well emotionally, but sexually too. Sex wasn't of interest until he lost his virginity to Bokuto during his first year of college. Not only was he soft but he listened to Akaashi, put his pleasure above his own and found joy in seeing Akaashi fall apart.
He would have been an utter fool to let Bokuto slip from his grasp.
Kenma gave him a bemused look, rolling his eyes before letting out a low sigh. "You're so predictable, Keiji. Not even like one for celebrity crushes? I know for a fact that you have one of those."
Akaashi gave him a tiny smirk. "I do. His name is Bokuto Koutarou."
"Alright, smartass—"
"Why hello, my sweet, amazing, talented and utterly beautiful husband," drunk Bokuto half slurred, half cried out before burying his nose in the crook of Akaashi's neck. Kuroo, on the other hand, wrapped an arm around Kenma's waist, carefully hauling up off the stool. His tie was loose on his neck, cheeks flushed but didn't look nearly as drunk as Bokuto did.
"Be careful with him, he might be at the point where he's gonna puke."
Akaashi wanted to glare at Kuroo, to tell him that Bokuto had interviews to go to in the morning. But instead, he put a tight lipped smile on his face, hoping Kuroo could see his frustration bubbling in his eyes before helping Bokuto onto his feet.
Ever since Bokuto had bulked up during college, the utter weight difference between them had been severly unbalanced. Bokuto maintained a healthy body weight, layered in thick muscle while Akaashi stayed thin, not having the time to put more muscle on. Back in high school, he made it his goal to get a bit bigger but didn't have the time, due to the high demanding class schedule and volleyball kept him on his toes.
Akaashi placed his hand on Bokuto's waist while Bokuto's large hand palmed his ass. Not a hint of hesitance in his actions, a tiny giggle slipped from his lips before he nosed at Akaashi's jawline, kneading the fat.
"Let's go home, baby." Akaashi's cheeks flushed, quickly moving Bokuto's hand to his lower back. Kuroo raised his brows but Kenma pulled on his sleeve, a soft whine slipped from his lips. Not much long after, they all had left. Bokuto's hand tried to wander but Akaashi kept pulling it up, hauling him down the empty streets. A drunk Bokuto was all talk, no action, so the notion didn't bother him. By the time they would arrive to their living room, Bokuto would be passed out.
Which was exactly what had happened.
Akaashi carefully stripped Bokuto out of his uncomfortable clothing, he was never a fan of slacks and dress shirts. Complained at how restricting they are, how he was glad he didn't wear them nearly as much as others did. Leaving him in his boxers and undershirt, Akaashi pulled a tiny trashbin to the side of the bed. In case Bokuto would get sick, he wouldn't have to go far.
Knowing he was out, Akaashi walked to the bathroom, grabbing some headache medicine then made his way to the kitchen, making Bokuto a glass of water. He placed them on the nightstand before pressing a kiss to his slightly sweaty forehead.
Akaashi sighed, making a mental note to wash the sheets and force Bokuto to take a shower when morning came. Pulling out his phone, he set his alarm early, knowing Bokuto would be an utter mess but he could manage.
He took his time to undress, brushing his teeth and hair. Akaashi carefully folded his glasses and placed them on his nightstand before crawling under the covers and collapsing. Not even moments later, strong arms slowly wrapped around his waist, pulling him close.
A gentle kiss was pressed to the nape of his neck and Akaashi smiled, letting sleep pull him under.
★
"Keiji?"
The voice was gentle, familar. His name rang softly in his ears, a pleasant hum slipped his lips before his eyes had managed to slowly open. Warmth spread across his body, as if he was being encased whole. He tried to raise his arms, but Akaashi slowly started to recognize the feeling. He was being embraced by Bokuto, his eyes landing on his husband's face.
Except, he looked…younger? Bokuto didn't have any facial hair, his tiny patch of hair gone from his chin. Akaashi remembered the day he started to grow it, a pure whim because Akaashi had mentioned facial hair looking good on him.
Maybe he wasn't feeling bad, or hungover. So, he took the time to maybe shave it off and shower? Akaashi didn't think too hard about it, leaning forward to nuzzle his face against Bokuto's cheek.
Before arms had pulled him back.
Akaashi let out a confused noise, unsure of how that was possible. Bokuto was in front of him, nothing should be pulling him back. He opened his eyes once more, slowly raking over Bokuto's face. Nothing unusual, the same hair, eyes, the face he loved so dearly. His lips were parted, they usually did that when he was in deep sleep.
He trailed his eyes down, seeing he was wearing a shirt. Not the white undershirt he was wearing last night, but a black one. Akaashi gently tugged the sheets down and off his shoulders, exposing more of Bokuto.
Bokuto was donned in his MSBY home jersey.
Akaashi slowly blinked, trying to wrack his brain. Maybe he was the one who was drunk last night, because he had no idea why Bokuto would go to bed wearing his jersey. Those were hanging up in their closet, to be worn only for game time use. Or the occassional game victory and Akaashi, being the tease Bokuto proclaimed he was, wore it just to rile up his husband even more. He pushed the covers off more, feeling too hot under the sheets.
His stomach dropped.
Two pairs of arms were entangled around him, ones wrapped around his upper body while the others had a hold on his waist. Akaashi felt almost sick at the mere sight. He didn't dare to look behind him, afraid of who he might see. He would have never agreed to any type of threesome action, let alone with one of their friends. Akaashi couldn't decide if a stranger or a friend was worse, the thought bouncing around his skull.
Oh god.
He took a deep breath before slowly turning his head, eyes wide.
Bokuto?
Carefully, Akaashi made sure not to disturb either man before rubbing his eyes. To make sure his vision wasn't making him see double. He flickered his eyes around, biting his inner cheek.
He really must have drank more than he thought, there was no way he was seeing the image before him. Two Bokutos curled against him, one without his facial hair and the other Bokuto did have his chin growth. Both were wrapped around his body, holding onto him tight.
Akaashi swore beneath his breath, trying to scramble free from their tight grip, but they both tugged back simultaneously, keeping him in place.
"Baby?" One of them purred, while the other's hand drifted to his midriff, rubbing his lower stomach. Bokuto's thumb rubbed his happy trail, a common notion he did whenever he just woke up.
"This isn't real," he breathed out, feeling like he was suffocating beneath kilos of muscle. Not that it was a terrible way to go, given death by Bokuto was number one on Akaashi's list, then going peacefully in his sleep. MSBY Bokuto propped his chin on Akaashi's shoulder, his lips gently peppering his skin in soft kisses.
The other Bokuto, this one wearing his Olympic jersey, cupped his cheek, guiding his head up to meet Akaashi's gaze properly. JNT Bokuto had an authoritative air about him, his thumb caressing his bottom lip, amber eyes flickering over his face with a reverence.
Akaashi would have collasped to his knees if he were standing. Grateful that he was laying in bed, he slowly turned his head, eyes flickering between the two. He couldn't have been awake. There was not a single plausible explanation for this.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." MSBY Bokuto let out a soft whine, pressing a harder kiss to Akaashi's throat before propping himself on an elbow, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
"'Kaashi, it's just me! Why are you being so weird?" He huffed, his hand going to Akaashi's thigh, squeezing it gently. He blinked up at the both of them, realizing that whatever was happening? He could most certainly get used to it.
"I-I'm not being weird, how would you feel if either of you woke up with two of me?"
"I'd be a lucky man," JNT Bokuto hummed.
"I'd die and reincarnate myself so I could show them what heaven was like," MSBY Bokuto sighed, rubbing Akaashi's thigh softly. Akaashi slowly shook his head, going to his elbows, lifting his head to look at the both of them properly.
"You're freaking out for no reason. Just relax, Keiji. Let us take care of you." Before he could protest, MSBY Bokuto's hands grasped Akaashi's waist, unceremoniously plopping him onto his lap. If there was one thing about Bokuto he couldn't get used to, it was his strength, how easily he tossed Akaashi around. JNT Bokuto followed suit, kneeling behind Akaashi, their hands wandering over his body.
One Bokuto was enough to make Akaashi short circut. His fingers were skilled, plucked expertly at his nipples, cupped his soft skin before nipping at his throat, lowering his head until he was laying between Akaashi's thighs. With two Bokuto's doing whatever they wanted?
Akaashi was in heaven.
He finally allowed himself to enjoy the experience, God knowing if it was real or not. Even if not, he could at least have it to himself to reflect upon. And most certainly jerk off to when Bokuto wasn't home.
His head lolled back, resting against JNT Bokuo's shoulder, feeling his body shift with each pass of his hands. "There we go, you're going to be so good for us, aren't you, Keiji?"
"Yes," he whispered, eyes fluttering when MSBY Bokuto had cupped his crotch, slowly rubbing his half-hard cock. He should have felt ashamed for getting so hard so quick, but it didn't take much for Akaashi to get riled up, he was touch starved until meeting Bokuto. Years of being together, his body was conditioned to get excited at every little touch, every graze. Bokuto had Akaashi under his clutches.
Calloused fingers pulled his shorts down, leaving his lower half exposed. The cool air caused goosebumps to arise on his skin, but MSBY Bokuto gently cupped them, spreading his legs wider.
"C'mon, 'Kaashi, let me see you," MSBY Bokuto pouted, lips curled before his mouth morphed into a smirk when Akaashi shifted and spread his legs as far as he could. It was a bit strainful on his hips but JNT Bokuto moved so Akaashi sat on his lap, MSBY Bokuto shifting to kneel between the two of them.
JNT Bokuto cupped Akaashi's waist, his fingers gently tracing comforting circles onto Akaashi's tummy. "You're being too eager."
MSBY Bokuto huffed, nosing his way towards Akaashi's cock. His mouth was reverent, trailing soft kisses against Akaashi's inner thighs, warmth unfurling in his gut with his press of his lips. JNT Bokuto gripped the younger's hair, pausing his motions.
Akaashi couldn't help the whine that ripped from his mouth.
He was so goddamn close to Akaashi's cock. He had both of their attention on him, but now, JNT Bokuto and MSBY Bokuto made eye contact. The older didn't say a word, Akaashi craned his neck to try and gauge his face.
But MSBY Bokuto cupped his cheek, guiding Akaashi's face close to his. "Don't look at him, look at me. I'm the one who's going to fuck you first, okay? Old bastard over here is gonna watch."
Akaashi swallowed thickly, excitement rushing through his veins, his stomach tightening at the thought. Of Bokuto fucking Akaashi…in front of himself. Maybe some people would found it odd, but Akaashi wouldn't have it any other way. This was how he always dreamed it to be.
"…But that 'old bastard' is you, Bokuto-san."
JNT Bokuto chuckled, his beard rubbing Akaashi's neck, shivers wracking throughout his body, his back arching into the older man, a small gasp slipping his lips. "Don't listen to him, this Bokuto was the cocky bastard who thought nothing could touch him. I'll fuck you better than he will, love."
MSBY Bokuto let out a strangled noise before he nudged between Akaashi's thighs, pulling his cock out of his boxers. "I'll make you eat your own words, dickhead," he breathed before leaning in, slotting his lips with Akaashi's. MSBY Bokuto did have a lot of the same mannerisms from when he was a new upcoming ace out of college. He was cocky, almost showing his ass off but still had the same charm about him. Bokuto wasn't ever rude, he told Akaashi he was 'feeling himself more.' Even if that wasn't entirely Bokuto's true character.
Unlike MSBY Bokuto, JNT was more like the Bokuto he was with currently. Not the young, hotshot player, who thought he could do no wrong. But, a seasoned athlete who has softened over the years. Less focused on trying to out compete, but rather more so engaged in the crowd, to make sports more enjoyable to watch. Not only that, but more focused on Akaashi and their relationship. There was a maturity to JNT Bokuto that lacked in MSBY Bokuto, but Akaashi was enjoying both.
More so than he should.
He didn't know what to expect during the kiss, but he wasn't expecting a tenderness to it. Akaashi melted into MSBY Bokuto, their chests pressed together and the world slowly flipped on its axis, his back being met with the comfort and warmth of the sheets. He didn't know if he wanted to melt into the bed or curl more into the strong embrace of the man above him.
Bokuto was always a good kisser. He knew how to make Akaashi tick, to gently nip his bottom lip before curling their tongues together. That licking into Akaashi's mouth, swallowing his moans while he slowly fucked him, making Akaashi see stars.
He did wish that he stayed in JNT Bokuto's lap, unable to help the greed that motivated every single move of his. If he had two Bokuto's, he wanted to touch them both at the same time. To be held by both, maybe even fucked if he was lucky enough.
He tried to reach out for JNT Bokuto, a soft mewl escaping him when soft lips peppered hot kisses down his throat, each kiss leaving a small hint of heat against his skin. Hands rucked his shirt up to expose his bare torso, the cool air slowly causing his nipples to perk. A pleased hum rumbled in MSBY Bokuto's chest, craning his head down to wrap his lips around Akaashi's pert bud.
Akaashi's hand that tried to grasp JNT Bokuto's had slowly twined itself in MSBY Bokuto's locks, eyes fluttered shut. Each swipe of his tongue caused heat to curl in his gut, lower stomach tightening at Bokuto's teasing licks and nips. His cock nudged against Bokuto's, making his hips jerk, chasing the familiar pleasure that curled at the base of his spine.
But Bokuto had pulled back, turning his head to glance at JNT Bokuto, who sat there as if they were having a simple meal together.
"See that? He's practically begging for it."
JNT Bokuto rolled his eyes, "Quit shit talkin' and focus on Keiji. Look at him, he's trembling," he murmured, a hint of condescension creeping in his tone. Amber eyes were dark, eyes flickering across the younger man's flushed body. His gaze lingered on the tent in his shorts and all Akaashi could to was grasp at the sheets weakly, Bokuto's words had a protest crawling up his throat. He choked on his words when MSBY Bokuto had slid his hands into Akaashi's pants and slowly grasped his leaky cock.
Immediately, Akaashi bucked his hips up, whining when Bokuto's fingers rubbed his slit, precome coating calloused fingertips. "You're so wet already," he cooed, yanking the shorts further down, exposing the rest of his body to the other men.
Both Bokuto's groaned softly, JNT Bokuto scooted closer while MSBY Bokuto had a shit eating grin that spread across his lips, eyes focused on Akaashi's half-lidded gaze. These two had barely done anything and Akaashi felt like he was about to lose his mind. "Isn't he gorgeous?" JNT Bokuto murmured, one of his hands cupping Akaashi's cheek, lifting it barely so he fully take in the sight before him.
"So gorgeous," MSBY Bo agreed, his hand loosely stroking Akaashi, each stroke making Akaashi's eyes grow heavier, the heat in his stomach growing hotter, licking up and down his spine. He didn't know how Bokuto was able to draw such strong feelings from him, especially when all he'd been told his entire life was how stoic he was.
Bokuto Koutarou had an irreversible effect on his mind, his body. Not that Akaashi had minded in the slightest. He'd give it all up for the man (well, men) before him. To feel their hands, to be kissed like he was something delicate, to be loved wholly. He hated being vulnerable, but he'd only show this side of himself to Bokuto, the only man who cared enough to peel back Akaashi's facade and see him for who he really was.
JNT Bokuto craned his head down, pressing a chaste kiss to the younger man's lips. Akaashi melted into the sheets, one of his hands reaching for the older man, but he had pulled back, not giving Akaashi the chance. He kept shifting away, coming in to kiss and tease but never lingered long. Irritation bubbled in Akaashi's chest. He knew his greed was a big part as to why he was on the verge of acting out but he couldn't help it.
Before he could even make a move, a low whine was ripped from his throat when sharp teeth sunk into the fat of his thigh, he glanced down to see MSBY Bokuto's eyes glaring up at him.
"See how he's pulling away from ya? How he's making you whine and cry for it? I won't do that to ya." Akaashi shakily propped himself on his elbows, swallowing a moan when strong hands parted his thighs wider to accomadate his thick frame. "You'll get what you want and more from me, don't worry, 'Ji."
The sight that laid before him was one that kept reappearing behind closed eyelids, surrounded by the dark, fingers buried deep inside of him to push him over the edge while Bokuto was gone. Silver hair catching the moonlight while he nosed Akaashi's shaft, which pulsed at the slighest touch.
"You're so goddamn eager," JNT Bokuto gasped, pressing a soft kiss to Akaashi's sweaty temple. Strong fingers buried themselves in the fat of Akaashi's thighs before hooking them over his broad frame, keeping his lower half elevated off the sheets. There had been many times Bokuto laid between his thighs and worshipped him, tongue and fingers curling deep inside of Akaashi.
Yet, he hadn't felt this exposed.
He was trapped, shoulders pinned to the bed while MSBY Bo kneeled between his spread legs, nose kissing his perineum, tongue flicking out to graze the tight rim,a low groan rumbling in Bokuto's chest. Akaashi jolted, eyes widening before he tried to squirm out. To find a hint of dignity before it was ripped away by the ravenous man, who found out that home was between his husband's thighs.
But JNT Bokuto pressed his hand against Akaashi's chest, forcing him down, not budging in the slightest. "You're going to take whatever he gives you, okay? You promised to be good for us."
Words of protest bubbled in his throat but died quickly when MSBY Bo's tongue licked fat stripes across his rim, soft moans slipped from Akaashi's lips instead. His tongue was skilled, alternating between tracing his rim and flattening his tongue out, licking from his crack all the way up to his balls, mouthing at each one delicately.
Akaashi's cock bobbed against his stomach, precome smearing in his happy trail while he laid there, trying not to move. Not like he could with how both Bokutos had him caged in, making him take all they would give. Not that Akaashi hated it, no, he was thriving. At first, he wanted to hide away but he found the pleasure and joy in being used by Bokuto. To trust someone wholeheartedly and allow them to take whatever they please was more enjoyable than Akaashi cared to admit.
"Louder, let him hear you," JNT Bokuto grumbled, eyes narrowed, glaring at Akaashi's bottom lip. He tugged it between his teeth, trying to hide his moans but all that did was egg MSBY Bo on more. He pushed his tongue inside Akaashi's wet hole, causing them both to groan. "There we go, look at the both of you being so good."
He knew exactly what he was doing. Sweet words of praise fell both on their ears and they started to go crazy. MSBY Bokuto's hips started to rut aimlessly against the sheets, burying his tongue as deep it could go inside of Akaashi. It curled up and lapped at his tight walls, uncaring about anything that was happening around them. All that mattered was Akaashi's pleasure and those strong words of approval raining down on the both of them continuously.
His eagerness had turned Akaashi into a puddle of goo, mind empty except for the fact that he was being pleasantly tongue fucked and he was about to get the real deal. Maybe even more, Akaashi noticed the familar glint in JNT Bokuto's eyes. The one that wanted to make Akaashi fall apart in any way, to watch him come and greedily lap it all up until Akaashi can't speak, can't move.
Akaashi might be greedy, but nothing compared to the two men before him, who wanted to bury and drown themselves in whatever Akaashi could give them.
His cock was painfully hard, throbbing and forgotten until JNT Bokuto slowly leaned down, hand still pushing Akaashi down before swallowing him in one go. A loud gasp was ripped from his chest, Bokuto's warm mouth wrapped around his cock with ease, cheeks growing taut around his shaft and Akaashi swore he blacked out. White blurred the edge of his vision, thighs shaking almost violently around MSBY Bokuto's head. Endless apologizes tumbled from his lips when he fucked up into the hot mouth, his balls tightening with each graze of JNT Bo's skilled tongue laving at his shaft, at the veins that curled at the base.
"'M coming, 'm gonna come, please—" He cried out, feeling a spit slick finger slide into his loose hole, his eyes popped open, a strangled noise rumbled in his chest. Bokuto's singular finger hurt, no lube or proper prep before he jammed it in, rubbing against his prostate with each hurried thrust.
Pain and pleasure exploded in his gut, creating a delicious and heady mix that left Akaashi tumbling over the edge without another word. Or so he thought.
Simultaneously, both Bokuto's had pulled off, leaving Akaashi aching and stretched open, his rim clenching around nothing. He panted harshly, heart threatening to pound out of his ribcage. His mind was spinning, unable to see anything, the ceiling was spinning and he couldn't articulate a single, coherent thought.
Tears were rolling down his cheeks, a soft whimper escaping from his lips before he could swallow it down. He was about to come, about to have the best orgasm of his life and it was ripped away. Torn away as if he wasn't following to everything they were saying, wasn't listening perfectly. He didn't understand, he was so good.
"Shush, we're sorry, baby," JNT Bokuto purred in his ear, leaning down to lick the salty tears off Akaashi's sweaty cheeks. MSBY Bokuto had shifted off the bed, snagging the lube out of the nightstand before finding home back between Akaashi's shaky thighs.
"We just want to make you feel good." His eyes narrowed, his vision blurry from his lack of glasses and tears.
"Make me feel good? I was about to come and you two stopped. How is that making me feel good?" He snapped, trying to get to his elbows but JNT Bokuto pushed down against his chest harder, almost knocking the air out of his lungs.
"Maybe we just didn't want you to come so fast. You can barely keep up with one of us, what makes you think you were going to last if you came now?"
Akaashi wasn't one to back down, but he slowly relaxed beneath Bokuto's palm. He hated to admit it, but if he did came just now, he probably would have tapped out for the rest of the night, without a doubt.
"That's what I thought." He rolled his eyes, watching MSBY Bokuto pour lube over his fingers, slowly coating them, warming them up.
A gentle smack to his inner thigh made him bite back a moan, snapping his head down to see Bokuto grin up at him. "Be nice, baby. If you act like that, we're definitely not going to go easy."
"Who said I wanted that? For either of you to go easy? I can handle it." Both men paused their motions, glancing at each other. A moment of silence passed over the three men, MSBY Bokuto flickering his gaze to Akaashi's winking hole to his flustered face.
What could have possibly been the issue?
JNT Bokuto quirked a thick brow, a hint of amusement spreading across his face before he masked it with a flat look. An expression that was rare for Bokuto. Unease curled in his gut alongside the heat that had been building up for the past hour. Akaashi wasn't a fool, he knew these two had something devious planned.
And he knew he asked for it, hell, he practically begged for it. Whether he would regret it or not would be a future Akaashi problem to figure out.
Before he knew it, MSBY Bokuto had carefully pulled Akaashi down the bed, and JNT Bokuto slowly stalked his way to the head of the bed.
Akaashi craned his head, being met with the sight of Bokuto's bulge right before his eyes. His gaze widened, fingers buried in the sheets before he swallowed thickly.
"You asked for this, just remember this," he whispered, his thumb tracing the apple of his cheek before JNT Bokuto pulled his athletic shorts down.
He couldn't hold back the moan that rumbled in his chest, shaky fingers releasing the sheets to cup Bokuto's heavy sac. The waistband of his shorts were tucked behind his balls, his thick cock hanging deliciously right above his nose.
His tip was an angry red and it bobbed when it was released from his shorts. He tried to crane his head up to kiss it, suckle on Bokuto's slit and lap up the salty precome that slowly drooled from his cock.
JNT Bokuto huffed, reaching down to slowly stroke himself, watching blue eyes hyperfixate on his fingers wrapped around his thick shaft.
"Like what you see, Keiji?"
"Yes," he gasped, too focused on the mouth watering sight that hovered above him.
Gray pubes flared above the base of his cock, just how his Bokuto's did. Getting older with age, Bokuto's urge to keep clean shaven had diminished severely. He proclaimed he had to fit into the 'silver fox' look he had going on. Silver hair was layered over thick pecs and defined abs, making JNT Bokuto look just a little bit older than his true age. Akaashi couldn't deny it made his husband that more attractive, as if that's possible.
JNT Bokuto hummed, a tiny smirk spreading across his lips before he lifted his head, making eye contact with MSBY Bokuto.
"Do you think he's earned it?"
MSBY Bokuto had followed JNT's suit, also stroking his cock, coating it thickly with lube. A tiny groan slipped from his lips while he nudged Akaashi's thighs wider, his tip ghosting over his rim.
"I think so…Just don't cry. Remember, you asked for this."
Akaashi barely had time to register before both Bokuto's rammed their cocks in him. JNT Bokuto's fat tip forced his mouth open, hitting his gag reflex. Tears burst from his eyes, a loud cry muffled by Bokuto's throbbing cock buried down his throat. His natural must filled his nose, buried in his sac while MSBY Bokuto felt like he had split him in two.
He was stretched wide on his dick, which pulsed inside Akaashi's hot walls, fluttering around the sudden intrusion. The last time he took Bokuto with no prep had been years, a silly mistake in thinking he could take someone of Bokuto's size without it.
Ever since then, Bokuto refused doing anything to Akaashi without even some prep. But Akaashi couldn't deny how good the pain was, Bokuto forcing his way inside of him had clutching at JNT Bokuto's thigh, jerking his hips down. But all that did was cause Bokuto's cock to drive deeper in his throat, causing him to flail.
"Look at him."
"He's taking us so well." A large hand cupped his throat before pushing down on the bulge in his throat, making Akaashi's teary eyes pop open.
He felt like he was suffocating, trembling and drooling around Bokuto's shaft, spit rolling down his chin. He felt like a mess, unable to move. All he could do was lay there and take whatever these two wanted to give.
And God, Akaashi couldn't be more happy. With the little strength he had left, he curved his back in a deep arch, relaxing his throat and clenching down around Bokuto's cock, causing them both to curse.
"Shit, baby. You feel so fuckin' good," MSBY Bokuto whined, his hips slamming against Akaashi's ass, his balls smacking against his crack. It was gross, filthy even, with Akaashi gagging around JNT Bokuto while MSBY Bo was fucking his sloppy hole, precome smeared across the base of his cock. A lewd symphony of noises echoed in the bedroom, but all it did was make Akaashi's chest swell with pride.
This was a dream come true and he wasn't going to forget a single moment of it.
"Easy, Keiji. There we go, just take it." JNT Bokuto pressed his hand harder against Akaashi's throat, white blurring at his peripherals. This was probably the best way to die, to be smothered by two versions of the man he loved dearly. Without a doubt the best way to go.
His fingers scrabbled against Bokuto's forearm, garbling around the thick shaft buried in his throat. His balls dragged across Akaashi's face with each thrust, his eyes focused on the bulge poking through Akaashi's stomach.
"Look at that, taking us so well. Even if your body can barely handle it."
"Nah, he's doing just fine. Look at him, being a greedy lil thing. Sucking you off and fucking himself on my cock."
MSBY Bokuto wasn't wrong, Akaashi was being greedy. His tongue curled at the base of JNT Bokuto's cock, hollowing his cheeks the way he knew drew Bokuto crazy. His cock bounced against his stomach, his rim stretched wide around Bokuto's girth.
The pain had melted away, pleasure became overwhelming. His orgasm felt like it was drawing near once more, his choked moans growing in volume.
"That's it—take it—"
"Fuck, Keiji—I can't—I'm gonna come—"
"Take it, baby. Gonna come down your throat, you ready?"
Akaashi moaned, his balls drawn tight, toes curled. Bokuto's fat tip had slammed against his prostate endlessly, his legs shaking. He was ready, his cock stirring, pulsing. He could feel it, teetering on the edge—
★
An alarm blared through his dream-scape, causing him to jolt up. He blinked, his vision bleary. Akaashi snapped his head to be met with Bokuto's slumped frame, an arm tossed precariously across Akaashi's waist.
No younger Bokuto was in sight. No Japan Red or Olympic rings were in sight. A mixture of disappointment and relief flooded his system.
"Keiji?" Bokuto grumbled, slowly lifting his head to be met with Akaashi's confused gaze. "'S somethin' wrong?"
He shook his head, gently patting his husband's arm, rubbing it before climbing out of bed before Bokuto could see the tent that formed beneath the sheets.
"I'm good, just had a dream. You should get up, the team are already on their way to the shoot." More like he was pissed he woke up from an excellent dream.
A tiny pout curled on Bokuto's lips before he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tell me to never drink with Kuroo again."
"You always say that."
Bokuto grumbled, slowly walking to the bathroom, giving Akaashi's ass a soft smack. "I mean it this time, smartass. My beautiful smartass," he sighed, leaning down to plant a wet kiss to Akaashi's lips.
As sweet the gesture was, Akaashi bit back a displeased noise. "You taste like morning breath and alcohol. Go brush your teeth."
Bokuto gave him a sleepy smile, kissing Akaashi's forehead. "Yeah, yeah. 'M going." Akaashi shakily sat back down on the bed, praying Bokuto left sooner than later.
As much as he loved his husband…Akaashi wanted to fall back asleep and finish his dream. To relive being split open at both ends by his beloved. And maybe get round two in real life when Bokuto came back home.
Because nothing could truly beat the real thing.