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Like most risky things they’d done, it started with a simple look from Oikawa. He had been eyeing Iwaizumi with a little more interest than usual since they arrived at the arcade and while it was endearing to see him so enamored, it was also unnerving. Since day 1, there was not a single moment where they weren’t touchy with each other, but the touchiness now had been on the more extreme end.
Iwaizumi loved the affection as much as anyone else would, and definitely had no problem with the fact that they were under the public eye during the full duration of their date, but every action from his boyfriend right now seemed to have a hidden layer to it.
Whatever it was, he knew he’d find out soon when his lover was ready to talk, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon, while they were still technically being watched by the public.
The arcade however, was hardly what Iwaizumi would call public, 30 minutes before closing. Besides them, there was one other customer and one other employee — namely, Ushijima.
It was one of the closest arcades to them and despite the fact that Oikawa and Ushijima had resolved every petty, past conflict, they were still odd about being around each other as expected.
With 30 minutes left, Tooru had promised the photo booth was the last thing he wanted to play around with, which was perfect because that was more than enough time.
There was nothing to worry about when Ushijima had always been nothing but kind, even becoming acquainted with Iwaizumi in the times he had come alone to play. He had always been the perfect helping hand, so it was safe to say that they wouldn’t be getting kicked out early anyway.
The look came then, outside the curtains of the photo booth. Iwaizumi thought nothing of it at first because even though he knew what that certain look meant, they took a normal round of photos once they got in.
But this was Oikawa, and nothing had ever been normal with him for as long as they’d been together. He pressed their lips together in what Iwaizumi thought would be an innocent kiss, until it became more than that.
Wet smacks and groans filled the still air, accompanied by the rustling of clothes as Iwaizumi shifted to sit on his boyfriend.
“Horny fucker, I should’ve known.” Iwaizumi pulled away, watching the thin string of saliva between them snap. He wasn’t sure how red his face was now, but he assumed it was redder than Oikawa’s, if the grin on the latter’s face said anything.
“You’re perched on my lap panting. I don’t think you have room to talk.”
“Yeah, there’s barely room here. Can’t fit.” Iwaizumi protested, but made no move to get off and out.
Oikawa trailed his hand lower to firmly grab his ass. “I’ll make sure everything fits.” Iwaizumi wasn’t stupid to the double meaning, but reality came back to him after his loud keen.
“We’re in public. A whole photo booth, Tooru.” He lightly put his hands on his beloved’s chest, blushing furiously at his own noise.
Oikawa removed his hands from the plump flesh, securing them snuggly around the smaller man’s waist. “Public never stopped you from screaming out for me, baby. The bar bathroom, a picnic table at night, should I go on? Or should I remind you?”
“Remind me about what?” Iwaizumi shuddered at his tone, feeling hot at the memories.
“Remind you that nine times out of ten, you’re the one begging me to fuck you where we could get caught,” he whispered sharply in his ear, still keeping his hands around Iwaizumi’s waist.
The raven’s silence was taken as acceptance of the fact. He had just as much of an exhibitionist streak as Oikawa and there was no exception now, especially when he had thought about this before in some odd dream.
He took a quick peek outside the curtain to see a deserted arcade. Unsure — or perhaps, unbothered — of the other customer’s whereabouts, Iwaizumi turned back to see that Oikawa’s eyes had darkened considerably.
“Your call, babe. We can walk out of here with another souvenir, or walk out and cuddle on the couch at home.” There was a flicker of affection in his eyes, lust barely ebbing away to focus on an answer.
Iwaizumi thought about those smooth hands manhandling him and the same sweet voice now that occasionally switched to more harsh words filled with desire. Oikawa always liked to say he was weaker for Iwaizumi than Iwaizumi was weaker for him, but Iwaizumi thought it was about equal because there was no way he could ever not be weak for Oikawa’s voice and eyes.
“I want you.” It was an easy answer.
There was a huge smirk on Oikawa’s face now. “Want me to what? Fuck you here for Ushijima and that random to hear? Or snuggle with you on our couch?”
“Fuck me here,” Iwaizumi smashed their lips together, moaning when hands trailed back to grab his ass roughly. “Please –” He was cut off by the feeling of Oikawa’s hand pushing through the waistband of his pants to fondle his bare ass.
“I got you, Hajime.” Elegant fingers swiftly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers to reveal his leaking cock and flushed skin.
“So gorgeous.” Oikawa uncapped a small bottle of lube from his pocket, laughing at his gawking boyfriend. “Always prepared for when my baby gets horny.” He rubbed his wet fingers on Iwaizumi’s hole before pushing in two, smiling at the mewl.
“Or when you get horny,” Iwaizumi weakly replied, tightly grabbing the fabric of the brunette’s shirt when the pace picked up.
“Touché.”
The same fingers curled up to hit the bumpy spot inside Iwaizumi, eliciting a surprised shout. “F-Fuck, wait, Tooru! I’m too lou-” another finger made it’s way in, increasing his pitch. “Too loud,” Iwaizumi covered his mouth, hiccuping through the small tears that soaked his hand. “I’m too loud,” he whimpered.
Kissing his tears away, Oikawa gently pried his hands off from his mouth, smirking against his wet cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. You know I love it when you’re loud for me. Besides,” Oikawa kissed his nose, “I know you love the thrill. I can feel you clenching down on me so hard. You just love the idea of people hearing you at my mercy. Fucking filthy.” The sudden jagged edge to his voice made the other shiver. His fingers moved without restraint now, curling wildly and amplifying the wet, squishy sound.
Iwaizumi’s wails drowned out the dirty squelches and nasty words from his lover. Every ounce of shame had flown out of the curtain, replaced with the simple need to feel each other. Biting down onto Oikawa’s shoulder, he painted his shirt with white ribbons of cum, shaking at the aftermath.
“Ru,” he failed to completely say his name. “Toor-” another raspy noise erupted from Iwaizumi’s throat, making him bury his face in his boyfriend’s neck.
“I’m here, sweetheart. So good for me as always.” Oikawa smiled into his hair, letting him rest. After a short period of time passed, he tenderly cupped Iwaizumi’s splotchy face. “Satisfied? Or do you still want me to fuck you?”
“Still want you to fill me up.” Iwaizumi wiped his eyes, getting on his knees with a mischievous grin. He couldn’t be more thankful for the full length curtain when he dragged the zipper of Oikawa’s pants with his teeth, looking up with half-lidded eyes.
“Fuck,” the man above him groaned. “You’re so fucking hot. Come up here and let me see that pretty face up close again.” With a delighted hum, he pulled Oikawa’s bottoms down before taking his seat on strong thighs once more.
“Let me see your chest,” Iwaizumi bunched up the fabric of Oikawa’s shirt, beaming when he got a nod of approval.
He ran his hands through the defined lines of Oikawa’s chest, tweaking a nipple playfully. “You’re so handsome. I have the hottest boyfriend.”
Chuckling at the statement, Oikawa lifted him up, teasing the head of his cock into the lubed up hole. “Nah, I do.”
They simultaneously released pleased sighs when Iwaizumi sunk down, rubbing his lower stomach when he was fully seated.
“God,” his voice cracked. “I’ll never get tired of this.” Taking a deep breath, Iwaizumi started his desperate grind on Oikawa before breaking out into full bounces. The added sound of their skin slapping together combined with sopping sound of the lube made his skin burn, but not as much as the burn he felt when Oikawa’s palm landed a hard smack on his ass.
“Oh shit!” Iwaizumi rammed down forcefully, eyes widening with surprise. The continued spanks only spurred him on more, moving with reckless abandon. With one last spank on the stinging skin, Oikawa grabbed both cheeks to thrust him down.
“Fuck! Tooru, s’good, it’s so good — ah,” Iwaizumi screamed, taking a few seconds to match his pace with his boyfriend. The force pushed against his walls enough to make him squirm. A firm hand squeezed his hip in warning before he was jostled around to face the camera.
“Look at you,” Oikawa lowly laughed in his ear. “Pathetic.” Iwaizumi whined at how his body betrayed him, only getting warmer at the sight of them and at his words. “Tooru…”
His laugh only got louder. “Finally saying my name properly.” He drove his hips up as a reward, making Iwaizumi slump forward. With two hands tightly gripping the sides of the screen, teary green eyes looked back.
“Tooru, I’m gonna cum.”
There was another stern spank. “Not yet. You’ll cum after you sit here all pretty and show the camera how good you take me.” He wiped the drool on the side of Iwaizumi’s mouth then shoved two fingers into his mouth.
“There’s really not a single thought in that beautiful head of yours, huh? Took you so long to say my name correctly and you’re drooling all over my fingers. Little slut.” He grinded up again, relishing in the line of drool that seeped out of Iwaizumi’s swollen lips. “I bet all you’re thinking about is cock.”
Iwaizumi frantically nodded, wriggling back to encourage Oikawa to move more.
“Yeah? Whose cock are you thinking about?”
“Y-You –” Iwaizumi’s body bowed forward with a soft cry. “Yours.”
“Louder.”
“Yours!”
“Dirty boy.” Oikawa kissed his temple sweetly. “I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna keep your eyes on the screen for me. If you even try to look away the slightest bit or cum before the camera can finish taking photos, we’re going back to the apartment and you’re not cumming again. Got it?”
“Mmm,” Iwaizumi leaned back to nose at Oikawa’s jaw, happy about the promise of stimulation. He had a total of 30 seconds to hold out but the moment the first 10 second countdown started, Oikawa wasted no time pounding into him. Each slide of his cock knocked him breathless, gasping for a moment without searing pleasure.
“Smile, baby,” Oikawa placed his fingers back in Iwaizumi’s mouth as the first click of the camera went off. He hummed happily at the thumbnail of the first photo on the side of the screen, moving to push Iwaizumi up against the screen.
The sudden movement shifted the angle, jabbing straight against warm walls. Clammy hands clung to the sides of the screen and hazy eyes stared at the most debauched face. Iwaizumi was sure he would’ve fell to the floor if it weren’t for the hands tugging at his faintly bruised hips.
Another pair of eyes noticed the way the quivering man looked at the camera. “You’re shaking like a leaf and it hasn’t even been 30 seconds. God, I bet you love seeing yourself like this. I don’t blame you though.” There was a strong hint of a smug smile in his words.
“5 seconds, say cheese,” Oikawa teased, pulling out quickly to plunge in seconds before the shutter. Iwaizumi’s blurry eyes inspected the new photo, moaning at his expression. His eyes were slightly puffy from crying and rolled back with his mouth wide open from the screech he let out. There was significantly more tears and saliva around his shiny, red lips from all the kissing and sucking on Oikawa’s fingers.
“You’re so cute.” There was a light nibble on Iwaizumi’s ear. “Hold out a little more for me, baby.” There was no shock when Iwaizumi was manhandled into the final position on Oikawa’s lap again. He moved around in the new position, unsatisfied with the angle.
“Deeper. Something else plea – shit! Like that Tooru!” Iwaizumi shrieked at the way the fat head battered his spot when his legs were lifted up near his ears in a full nelson. There were too many switches, frustrating him to no end because while the stimulation had been intense, it had gone away too fast each time. But he felt his release on the tip of his tongue now, salivating at the thought.
“Look at that.” Oikawa briefly got them out of their mutual stupor and glanced at the small bulge at the bottom of Iwaizumi’s stomach that appeared with each ruthless thrust. “Molded just for me.”
The sluggish, sex-drunk smile on Iwaizumi’s face confirmed his agreement. With 6 seconds left, Oikawa gave it his all, making the deafening smack of his balls against red skin increase tenfold. There were many ways Oikawa loved to see his boyfriend, and this was one of his favorites. There was nothing quite as satisfying as knowing he had the power to make someone he loved so much feel good.
And If there were any previous doubts about their actions in the photo booth from the outside, they were gone now, interrupted by Iwaizumi’s ear-splitting squeals and Oikawa’s deep grunts.
“N-Now? Can I – Can I cum?” Iwaizumi heaved out a warbled cry.
Oikawa pecked the top of his head soothingly. “Almost. When it goes off.” He bit his lip hard, furrowing his eyebrows to focus on bringing his lover to completion first. The cries for his name and the sporadic tightening around Oikawa signaled how close Iwaizumi was.
“Cum.” The seconds ended, followed by the last shutter of the camera right as Iwaizumi let out consecutive spurts, crying “Tooru,” the whole time. Oikawa sucked a hickey on his neck, sucking harder when he felt his boyfriend tense harder at the action. It was enough to topple him over the edge as well, pumping Iwaizumi fuller than before and prolonging his own high.
The air was considerably more stuffy now, with it’s prior stillness replaced with huge wheezes for air. The couple made no move to slip out of their position, basking in the post sex high and love.
“All good?” Oikawa massaged the muscled thighs splayed out on the sides of his lap. “I know that last position was a bit straining for your legs and the switching probably didn’t help much either.”
“So good. Amazing actually.” Iwaizumi leaned his head back on his boyfriend’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move anytime soon but I don’t think I care too much.”
With a rip, the photo roll was taken from the machine. There was a small round of curses under Oikawa’s breath, making one green eye open with curiosity.
“Do I look pretty?” Iwaizumi referenced the photos.
“Always.” Oikawa leaned down to kiss his cheek. He placed the strip into Iwaizumi’s hands, shooting a lopsided smile at the way Iwaizumi’s body grew warmer at the last photo. There was a suspicious splatter of white film over the camera in the last photo. The whites of Iwaizumi’s eyes were visible and while he thought his face couldn’t look any more embarrassing, Oikawa seemed to think otherwise.
In every photo, he looked as if he was close to devouring Iwaizumi whole, with hints of awe in the center of his eyes.
“I love you,” Oikawa looked down at him, grinning from ear to ear.
“I love you more.”
“Iwaizumi? Oikawa?” A voice cut through the curtains. They tensed up, recognizing the person on the other side. Oikawa wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi defensively, loosening his hold when his lover delicately stroked the arms holding him.
“Ushijima.”
“Are you okay? I heard some… commotion and I wanted to tell you that the arcade closed a few minutes ago.”
Iwaizumi gnawed on his bottom lip, turning scarlet. “Oh. Uh sorry, did we make it hard to find us?”
There was a pause on the other end. “Not really.”
Oikawa watched the situation unfold, keeping his face turned towards the curtain while his lover sunk further into his lap out of embarrassment.
Ushijima cleared his throat. “Are you guys okay?”
“We’re alri-” Iwaizumi did a terrible job at stifling a needy sound, looking back at Oikawa with a small glare. The other looked well-pleased, kissing his throat in a half-assed apology. “Don’t move so suddenly,” Iwaizumi harshly whispered.
“Iwaizumi.” The voice was deeper, holding no curiosity anymore.
Said man twisted atop his lover. The way his walls constricted didn’t go unnoticed by Oikawa, who pulled him closer to speak directly into his ear.
“Is my baby not satisfied? You know… I’ve always been intrigued by the way he stares at you.”
“Stares at me?”
“Like he wants you almost as much as I do.” Oikawa pinched a nipple, bringing out a small mewl.
The tiny sound traveled through the curtains. There was a hefty exhale. “Iwaizumi. Is there something wrong?”
Iwaizumi turned to face his boyfriend who only kissed the frown off his face. “Your call, baby. I’m down for it if you’re down.”
“I thought you didn’t like him. I don’t want you to force yourself.”
Oikawa pondered for a few seconds before squeezing his hand. “Nah, I’m fine. Just a tad competitive is all. Besides,” his lips curled up into a lazy smirk, “I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you stretched to the max.”
“And I don’t think he’d be opposed either,” he added, kissing all over Iwaizumi’s face. “But, are you up for it?”
No words were needed to understand the direction of the next part of their night. Iwaizumi’s mouth went dry over the idea of being sandwiched between the two. He wasn’t weak by any means, but if Tooru was able to move him around easily, he couldn’t imagine how easy it would be for both of them to toss him around like a rag doll.
Iwaizumi looked back at the curtain. “Yeah.” It was a delayed answer and he hoped whatever weird offer was on the table before was still up.
Oikawa laughed, sensing the impatience from outside.
“Can I do anything to help you?”
“Yeah, you can fuck me.”
There was no time for either of them to prepare before the curtain flew open, revealing Ushijima in all his glory. The uniform left minimal room for imagination, fitting to his toned chest like a second skin. It wasn’t the same stoic Ushijima that Iwaizumi had been so used to, nor the Ushijima who looked at him with such kind eyes.
He had a wild look, pupils dilating more at the sight of the couple still attached to each other and bare. It was if he wanted to burn the scene into his mind, since the idea of a next time wasn’t guaranteed.
“Wakatoshi,” Oikawa grinned, baring his teeth a little.
He acknowledged Oikawa before going straight towards Iwaizumi. Grabbing his chin, he looked at both of them for approval, which was granted quickly.
In a flash, cold lips touched tingling ones. Iwaizumi melted into the kiss, grabbing Ushijima’s collar down to get a better taste. He knew what he wanted then, immediately pulling the collared shirt down and fumbling with the fly of the neat uniform pants.
Iwaizumi released an enthusiastic purr at the bulge in his boxers. Desperate to get a good look he lunged towards it to mouth over the fabric. A throaty noise bubbled out from Ushijima, who grabbed his hair abruptly.
Oikawa slowly resumed his original pace, whispering praises at the louder moans. He stopped Ushijima from removing the fabric with a wicked grin. “Don’t take them off. He’s been drooling all over my fingers without shame.”
He pulled Iwaizumi’s throat back, snarling in his ear. “Be nice to our guest and ask him nicely.” There was another brutal thrust up, shutting up any embarrassed protest. Nestling back into his darling’s arms, Iwaizumi wiped a tear away to focus on Ushijima.
“Please let me suck you.”
Ushijima’s jaw slackened, looking at Iwaizumi fondly. “Of cour-”
“Say it louder,” Oikawa looked at him icily.
“Please let me suck you off.” Oikawa grunted at the new attempt, but still nodded in permission. “You’re lucky Wakatoshi’s so nice. I wouldn’t have let that sorry attempt slide.”
Iwaizumi’s pout quickly disappeared at the feeling of Ushijima’s cock slipping in to fill his mouth. “I thought it was perfect,” Ushijima ruffled his hair carefully, trailing a thumb down to stroke below his eyes. Iwaizumi crooned at the attention from both of them, struggling to say thank you when they both started moving.
They complemented each other in every way, giving Iwaizumi the best of both worlds. Despite his rough exterior, Ushijima treated him like gold, with slow strokes that were just enough to satisfy him without hurting the roof of his mouth. His actions seemed to bring out the other side of Oikawa, who was just as mean as he was loving. Cruel jabs into Iwaizumi barely compared to the filth he’d whisper in his ears, occasionally kissing and caressing him when he felt bad.
Soft and rough, sweet and spicy, Ushijima and Oikawa. It was one thing to have sex in a photo booth with his boyfriend, and another thing to end up wedged between them. It felt surreal — like something out of a ridiculous wet dream.
“You didn’t look at the camera.” Iwaizumi felt two rapid slaps on his ass, swiftly snapping him back into existence. “He’s just lost in pleasure,” Ushijima freed him. He hadn’t realized how long he had been holding his breath until he felt the oxygen rushing back into him.
Iwaizumi took a quick peek at the photo, no longer blushing at his face. There was another fucked out expression on his face, but he supposed it could only get worse. It wasn’t his face as much as it was their faces that got Iwaizumi hot and bothered.
Sturdy hands briskly moved him, letting Oikawa hoist his legs near his ear again. The action was hotter than any fantasy Iwaizumi ever had. 6 seconds. There was no way he could last now with Ushijima here.
Two fingers breached through his hole alongside Oikawa’s cock, making him yelp. It was an angry shade of red now from how long Oikawa had been inside him, swelling the right amount to feel a stretch.
The new stretch brought more tears out of him. 4 seconds, and Iwaizumi already felt like he was teetering dangerously on the edge of cumming and passing out.
“Ushijima,” he feebly sniffled, looking down at the fingers twisting in the opposite direction of Oikawa. “I need both of you.”
Ushijima nuzzled Iwaizumi’s cheek. “Yeah? Are we making you feel that good?” Iwaizumi hummed, getting a kiss on both sides of his temple.
2 seconds. “Look at the camera, doll.” He sucked in a breath at the nickname, feeling a rumble of laughter against him before the same mouth bent down to suck and tug on his sensitive nipples. “It’s so much,” Iwaizumi sluggishly smiled at the camera, before collapsing back into Oikawa’s hold.
He felt shifting again, but ignored it, with his mind too clouded to process what position he was in now. “Pretty,” Ushijima sucked on his nape, positioning his cock right next to Oikawa’s. “Look,” he rubbed the muscle keeping Oikawa captive. “All puffy and pink.” Iwaizumi whipped his head towards the screen, scanning the thumbnails.
Ushijima was right, but his description didn’t do the real sight justice. The sheen of lube and cum were barely visible in the photos, but very evident when Iwaizumi looked down at the white ring that covered the base of Oikawa’s cock. It was admittedly half of a ring now, since all the action had made the last few rounds drip down.
“Bet he’s gaping,” Oikawa sneered. “Yet he still wants more. Greedy whore.”
“We’ll give it to him because he deserves it,” Ushijima continued rubbing his cock through the slick mess. “You were so good for us Iwaizumi. You’re so perfect. Precious angel.”
Iwaizumi’s foggy eyes felt a burst of energy, getting a smack of realization. “I-It’s not gonna fit in me.” He turned towards the camera, already seeing Ushijima inch his way in.
“Too big,” Iwaizumi clung to Ushijima’s arm which held his hips still. “Tooru is already too big,” he twitched when felt Ushjima slide in more.
“It’s gonna fit,” Oikawa massaged his waist. “It’ll fit cause you were made for this — meant to be stuffed and fucked stupid. You’re such a slut. One cock wasn’t enough to satisfy you.”
Iwaizumi whimpered at that, choking on air when Ushijima slid the rest of the way in. He felt familiar lips kissing the side of his tearful eyes and another pair of lips on the back of his neck. If his long moan was even the slightest bit louder, he would’ve missed the last shutter.
There was no hesitation after that. They pummeled into Iwaizumi mercilessly, pushing in as the other pushed out. The words of praise from Ushijima and degradation from Oikawa made his head spin, overwhelmed by the amount of sounds enclosed in the tiny area. Lewd squishes, and two of the hottest men Iwaizumi’s ever seen grunting and whispering obscenities in his ear drowned out his own voice and thoughts.
It was like every sense was being pushed into overdrive and Iwaizumi couldn’t control any bit, body going lax.
Doll. There was nothing more fitting than the nickname from earlier.
Every sentence came out incoherent, disrupted by the continuous assault to his prostate. With every word from Ushijima came crude words from Oikawa. “You’re doing so good, angel,” followed shortly by a “Making us do all the work. Has our pillow princess been fucked dumb already?”
Iwaizumi didn’t have it in him to respond to either of the comments, voice going sore from all the strikes to the right places. All he could muster were noisy blubbers, partnered with garbles of their names.
Ushijima’s arms wrapped around him to grab at the raw skin of his nipples. There seemed to be some unspoken communication between the two, and before Iwaizumi knew it, he felt one of his boyfriend’s hands sneak around him, resuming the spanks from earlier.
But the cherry on top wasn’t Oikawa’s other hand going down to stroke his soaked cock, nor was it their different demands for him to cum. Remembering his whereabouts, Iwaizumi swiveled to look at the screen again and the photos on the side. It wasn’t the sight of him being destroyed, rather all of them destroying each other.
It was all it took for Iwaizumi’s eyes to roll back, sticky strings of cum coating Oikawa’s chest. All the words he couldn’t say came back now, tumbling out in the form of nonsensical babbles. There was a feeling of relief in his throat, as if he had just gotten up after being held underwater for too long.
They hammered into him without remorse, chasing after their own orgasms. It was a constant tug-of-war between the two, getting yanked back and forth to grind onto them.
“Naughty boy,” Oikawa growled in his ear. “Getting off at how we look when we’re ruining you. I know you love seeing yourself get put in your place.”
It was carnal and Iwaizumi could do nothing but shake violently in between them, shrieking when he orgasmed again with them. There was a mix of honeyed names for him as much as there were meaner ones, but they both called his name in a way that gave him shivers. It was a small power trip, knowing Iwaizumi had been able to get them to yell out his name despite doing close to nothing the past 10 minutes.
Nothing came out of him that final time, but loads spilled out of him when they pulled out. He whined at the loss, having become so used to the stretch that he felt too exposed now. A small part of Iwaizumi wished they’d taken another round of photos just to see him now because it almost felt like a waste to see that much dripping out of him.
Scratches were scattered all over Ushijima and Oikawa, with a few hickies littered here and there, but nothing compared to Iwaizumi, who had all of those but even more. How he looked now paled in comparison to the last — and arguably the most vulgar — photo of him smushed and filled to the brim between them, eyes closed in pleasure and body being pampered with kisses.
There was a mess of lube and an abhorrent amount of cum splattered around his hole, dripping down to the seats to make a small puddle. It almost covered the sliver of red, swollen skin that refused to close no matter how hard Iwaizumi tried.
And If his face looked destroyed by his photo session with Oikawa, it looked demolished now, with his eyes and lips puffier than before and the shine of tears and saliva smeared all over his cheeks.
With the damage done, It took all of them a while to move, let alone speak, and it was Ushijima who did both first.
“Stay here. I’ll be back.”
It was all they got before he came bouncing back minutes later, with damp paper towels and a cleaning bucket.
Iwaizumi cringed at the cleanup, still feeling sore from multiple rounds. “You guys did a number on me,” he muttered in slight annoyance, still accepting the sugary words and smooches from his boyfriend.
“Sorry if I went too hard,” Ushijima tenderly wiped down Iwaizumi’s stomach. “You were so into it.” It was said so firmly that the immobile man couldn’t help but feel a tint of heat of his cheeks.
“You didn’t. I loved it,” Iwaizumi offered him a shy smile.
They changed in silence after that, stepping out of the cramped booth to take their first real gulps of air after a long time.
The couple made no move to leave, having an odd staring contest with the solid man. “Um, sorry… If you wanted the photos too.” Iwaizumi played with the two strips in his hand, innocent photos from earlier stored in his back pocket.
“It’s fine,” Ushijima’s tone subsided to something mellow. “You should go home now. It’s late and I still have to clean this place up and close.”
Oikawa craned his neck up to the huge clock on the wall, wincing at how long they had been in there.
“I’m so sorry! We’ll help you clean. I didn’t expect it to be this long and well, to be honest I didn’t even expect this whole thing to-”
“Iwaizumi,” Ushijima brought a finger up to stop his rambling. “It’s okay. Thank you for letting me join in.” It sounded too formal for someone who had just aided Oikawa in rearranging Iwaizumi’s guts, but all formalities went out the window with his gaze.
Ravenous, even though they had just finished fucking like animals. He was still feeding on the memories, likely to be distracted again when he resumed whatever menial task was at hand.
“Yeah, no problem,” Iwaizumi’s face had the audacity to turn crimson, as if he wasn’t bouncing away on the two men not even 30 minutes ago.
“Don’t count on a next time,” Oikawa pulled Iwaizumi close enough for them to touch hips. They looked at each other, seeming to confirm something without words. Oikawa’s behavior dawned on Iwaizumi then. The random touchiness when they arrived, the casual comment about how Ushijima looked at him, and the fact that out of all the close arcades they could’ve chosen, it happened to be the one with Ushijima.
Whether it was all to be petty or not didn’t matter to Iwaizumi when Oikawa ate his words 7 months later, wrapped in bed with him and none other than Ushijima for the second time.
“You can count on a next time, but not often.”