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“Kei, I’m going to leave in twenty minutes.”
Shoyou’s voice echoed down the hallway. He waited for Kei to respond like he usually did– grumbling about waking him or grumbling about leaving as he dragged himself out to wish Shoyou a good day– but the response never came. He gave Kei another few seconds, maybe he was reading a particularly interesting article on his phone, but still no response.
He had enough time to check up on him and even though Kei wasn’t a morning person and he’d love to sleep in, his silence was suspicious. He should be awake so something was distracting him enough to disrupt their daily ritual and Shoyou was going to find out exactly what it was.
When Shoyou got closer to the bedroom door he was treated to the sound of Kei’s soft moans as he tried to keep them quiet and discreet.
He debated walking away and leaving Kei to it. He absolutely wasn’t going to deny his boyfriend the privilege of pleasuring himself, but he had a little bit of time before he had to leave for practice so lending a hand wasn’t completely out of the question. Besides, Kei would like that much better.
He expected to see Kei stretched out on their bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants pushed aside as he stroked himself. A treat of a sight.
Instead he walked in on a full course meal.
Kei was not on his back with his clothes haphazardly pushed aside to avoid mess. No, he was completely nude, on his knees resting most of his weight on his forearms with his hands clasped above his head. His thighs trembled under the strain of not touching himself and his hips rocked but he offered himself no friction.
What really caught his attention though was what was making him moan. Just visible from where Shoyou was standing was the base of a vibrating plug. He recognized it, they bought it a few weeks ago but hadn’t had the opportunity to break it in. How naughty of him to play with it alone.
Kei moaned again and bit into his own arm to keep from being too loud.
Shoyou could have left him to his own devices, should have, maybe, if he didn’t want to be late. He could have stood in the doorway and watched until Kei noticed him.
But Shoyou had always been impulsive.
He took the two more steps into the room he needed to reach out and cup Kei’s ass, making sure to push at the plug as he did. “What are you doing?”
Kei’s body jerked at the unexpected contact but calmed with Shoyou’s voice. He didn’t even bother to look back at him, choosing instead to lean back against his hand the same way he did when he was trying to grind against Shoyou’s fingers during sex and pull out every last drop of pleasure.
“What are you doing?” Kei asked back, rocking back and forth against Shoyou’s hand but growing quickly frustrated that the added pressure hadn’t added much friction, “You should have left by now.”
“You never said goodbye. Is this what you do after I leave?”
Shoyou climbed on the bed to kneel behind him. Kei was in the perfect position. It was easy to line up his quickly filling erection and press it against Kei’s ass. Even through his sweatpants he could feel the faint vibration of the toy in his lover and when he thrust against it for the first time he heard the soft buzzing noise it made. But it was overshadowed by Kei’s loud moan and how he moved against him like he had forgotten all about the vibrating toy in him and all he wanted was for Shoyou to take him.
Shoyou took hold of Kei’s hips and rocked against him, pushing against the vibrator with every small thrust.
Kei had to stop biting at his arm for fear he would break through his own skin so he buried his face in the mattress with one hand gripping desperately at his hair to attempt to drown out every moan Shoyou pulled from him. His other hand tangled, released, and clawed at the sheets.
His cock hung heavy between his legs and dripped with arousal but they both knew Kei wouldn’t come untouched. They also knew he wouldn’t beg for it. And lastly, they knew Kei was selfish and wouldn’t do it himself if Shoyou was there.
Kei tried to bury himself in the mattress because what was supposed to be a teasing and edging masturbation session now had multiple layers to it and he was too stubborn to lose. Even at the expense of his own orgasm.
Shoyou pushed his sweatpants off and gave himself a few strokes to release some tension before lining up the head of his cock with the base of the toy and lightly thrusting against it. It was flared enough that he didn’t have to worry about it but he still wanted to be careful. Besides, that wasn’t the point.
He positioned himself so Kei would think he was trying to get in alongside the toy and began lightly rocking his hips. He didn’t have any lube, and didn’t see any within reach, so he wasn’t actually going to attempt to push in but Kei didn’t know that.
Kei pulled hard at his own hair and whimpered, rocking back against him in rhythm trying to get as much of him as he could, “Shoyou,” he moaned.
“Yeah.”
He put a hand at the base of Kei’s spine and ran it up his back until it was as far as he could comfortably reach. Kei shivered violently at the touch and exhaled blissfully when Shoyou scratched back down.
“Just fuck me already,” he groaned. “Shoyou.”
Shoyou chuckled, “Don’t have time.”
Kei would have frozen except his shoulders heaved from his panting. “Shoyou,” he said again, a warning this time.
Shoyou ran his hands down to Kei’s hips and manhandled him onto his back. Kei was a sight to behold. His erection was swollen and leaking, curving tantalizingly towards his stomach. His eyes half-lidded but pupils blown wide, Shoyou didn’t know where his glasses were but without them he was left with the unobstructed view of his hair clinging to his sweaty face. His lips were just barely parted even though his chest was heaving with each breath.
Kei was an entire buffet meal but Shoyou was an athlete, used to restricting his diet.
“I have to go,” he said, eyes raking Kei up and down. “But before I do.”
He straddled Kei’s hips so he could lean forward and kiss him. Kei quickly tangled a hand into Shoyou’s hair and attempted to set a frantic pace but Shoyou was slow and methodical and deep. Kei huffed in frustration but slowed to meet him, drinking in every bit of affection.
“I have to go,” he murmured against Kei’s lips.
Kei hummed and tried to push one of Shoyou’s hands between his legs, he was so, so close and could finish in no time but Shoyou had always been stronger than him and his hand didn’t budge.
“Kei,” he said softly, “don’t come until I get back home.”
Kei flew into a sitting position, knocking Shoyou off who gracefully got to his feet next to the bed with a stupidly smug grin. “Excuse me?”
“I gotta–”
“You can’t tell me–”
“You’re still gonna.”
Shoyou’s eyes sparkled.
Kei glowered. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Love you too,” he called, quickly making his way out the door.
“I’m going to make your day hell!”
Shoyou was barely down the street when the first message came.
A picture taken from above. Kei was looking at the camera, eyes half lidded and biting his lower lip, with his free hand brushed against his stomach tantalizingly close to his erection.
Shoyou inhaled sharply and pressed his phone to his forehead to attempt to regain his composure. It was one thing to have his lover laid out before him, it was another thing to have him sending dirty pictures while he was in public as punishment.
‘Don’t’ he sent.
Followed quickly by ‘I want you so much’
Kei’s response was quick. ‘You brought this upon yourself.’
The second message came while he was on the bus. He opened it without thinking, saw the flash of bare skin, and slammed his phone against his thigh. There was no one sitting next to him but the old woman three seats away looked up from the book she was reading to give him a distasteful look. She couldn’t possibly know his boyfriend was sending him nudes but it felt like she had a weird sixth sense about it.
Shoyou looked around and picked up his phone carefully to peek at the screen. He felt like a pervert and could feel his heart pounding in his chest but he had to see.
It was mostly the long expanse of Kei’s back. He was in their bathroom, taking a picture in their mirror and bent over their sink, but down his back he could see Kei working the vibrator into himself. It wasn’t the best picture, definitely not as artful as the first one, but it was harder to take and set his body aflame just as much.
‘Is this what you want?’
He pressed his phone to his chest and closed his eyes. He possibly made a mistake leaving him for the day.
‘Yes.’
The third and fourth he didn’t see until he had a break from practice. He waved off Bokuto and Atsumu saying he had to check something and he’d be right back and Atsumu wolf whistled at him because Shoyou using his break to talk to or flirt with Kei wasn’t totally unheard of but he had to remind himself that they didn’t know what was happening.
The third picture had come about ninety minutes after the second and while Shoyou was pretty sure Kei hadn’t been hard the entire time he loved the idea of him being aroused all day– of course he knew it meant he would return to a grumpy boyfriend but it was worth it.
He was fully clothed in the picture, dressed for work and at their kitchen table but his pants were obviously tented.
‘I had calmed down but any friction is good friction apparently.’
And then a bit later, a string of texts.
‘Fuck, I lied.’
‘I got on the bus.’
‘Do you know if you sit on the bus sometimes it feels like it's vibrating?’
‘I’m so goddamn horny Shoyou.’
‘I’m going to fucking murder you.’
‘I’m going to come in my pants on the bus because you’re a little shit.’
‘I hate you so much.’
And then nothing for a few hours until the fourth picture.
The fourth picture was much like the third except Kei was attempting to hide his erection under his desk at work.
‘I cannot concentrate.’
Shoyou grinned at the messages.
‘Busy?’
The response came right away. ‘Busy trying to get any blood to my brain.’
Shoyou started to text him again but came up with a better idea. He brought up Kei’s contact and called him.
Kei answered on the third ring. “What do you want?”
Shoyou couldn’t help but laugh at how irritable he sounded. “Go to the bathroom. Or somewhere private.”
“Why?” he asked but Shoyou heard him stand up and start walking somewhere. “Shoyou, I’m not,” he lowered his voice to a hiss, “I’m not going to jerk off while on the phone with you.”
He laughed again as walked the few steps from the locker room to the attached bathrooms. They were blissfully empty and he locked the stall door behind him after he entered. “Of course not, you’re going to listen while I do that.”
Kei groaned loudly, “Have I mentioned how much I hate you lately?”
“You love me,” he murmured, “you want me to fuck you.”
Kei inhaled sharply.
“Are you somewhere private?”
“Yes,” he said shakily.
Shoyou licked his lips and pulled out his half-hard cock. The anticipation had already gotten to him. “I liked your first picture,” he said quietly as he started to stroke himself, “you’re so beautiful. I saw it and wanted to get my mouth on you. Should I blow you later.”
Kei groaned and Shoyou heard the bang of what he could only guess was Kei hitting his head against a bathroom stall door. “I will come right away.”
“Kei,” he chuckled, “don’t come from this. I want you later.”
“Fuck.” He cursed softly. Shoyou heard clothes rustling and then, “Fuck. I want, shit, I won’t.”
“Are you touching yourself?” He asked, speeding up his own pace at the thought of Kei gripping the base of his cock to stave off any orgasm he would have from just listening to him. “Tell me.”
“Yeah,” he said, exhaling shakily, “I could come rubbing against my pants and I,” his words dissolved into a whine, “Shoyou.”
Shoyou pressed his forehead hard against the wall to hold back his moan, “At home, I’ll let you.”
Kei laughed almost bitterly, “I know how this works. You’ll get home and say we should have dinner and then a bath and then do something else and then maybe.”
“Is that what you want?”
He didn’t answer.
“Is that what you want?” he asked again, “You love that. Being denied and edged is so good for you. God, Kei, I wanna come in you.”
“Shoyou.”
Warning tone.
“That almost made you come?” Kei huffed in response and Shoyou tucked the phone into his shoulder like he could pull Kei closer that way, “I wanna come in you so bad, Kei, please, I wanna fill you up and see my come drip from you. You want it? Want me?”
His words came out half panted and half stuttered as his hand worked overtime. He listened to Kei’s breathing get ragged and he could only imagine that the grip Kei had on himself was painful and as hard as he was working to contain that he couldn’t contain the whine that was ripped from his throat.
Shoyou didn’t realize he was so close but Kei’s desperation was enough to push him over the edge. The beginning of his orgasm surprised him but he caught most of it in his hand to reduce the mess.
“I hate you, I hate you,” Kei was whispering.
Shoyou snapped a picture of his handful of semen and sent it to Kei. ‘This what you want.’
Kei hung up on him.
It wasn’t until after Shoyou had cleaned up and was about to put his phone back in his locker did Kei message back.
‘How am I supposed to work like this?’
Shoyou grinned.
‘Love you.’
There was no fifth picture.
Kei sent him a few more texts throughout the day. Most of them were complaining, a few threatened to kill him or said he hated him which Shoyou laughed off, the last simply said ‘home’ and he had never wanted to get home faster in his entire life.
But he didn’t rush.
He walked, like a normal person, to their favorite restaurant and picked up takeout for dinner. Kei asked him to draw this out and it was exactly what he was going to do. He kept his leisurely pace up for the rest of his walk home even if he could feel his blood humming under his skin. He may have gotten off earlier but that was like a snack before a banquet and he was starving.
Kei was in the living room when he got home, laying on the couch with an arm draped over his eyes and stripped down to his boxers and undershirt like he couldn’t bear to have anything else touch him.
“Dinner,” Shoyou said, raising the bag of food.
Kei’s movements were sluggish but he moved the arm away from his face and looked in his direction. His eyes were hazy and his arousal combined with his lack of glasses meant he wasn’t actually seeing much.
Shoyou squatted next to him and put a hand on his stomach. “Dinner,” he said again, “Let’s go eat.”
Kei tried halfheartedly to push Shoyou’s hand towards his obvious and neglected erection but he didn’t budge. “I hate you.”
“I got your favorite.”
Shoyou tried to make conversation during dinner but Kei barely heard him, drunk on long overdrawn arousal, so instead he watched him. Kei had always been the most entrancing person he knew and even something as simple as watching him from across the table was enough to make him fall in love with him all over again. The fact he would play such a game with him didn’t hurt either.
Kei didn’t bother to attempt to eat. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth slightly parted. Occasionally his tongue darted out to wet his already shiny lips but for the most part he panted quietly. His hair was sweaty and plastered to his forehead like he had just played ten sets of volleyball but it stuck out in random tufts where Shoyou knew he pulled at it.
He was the most beautiful person Shoyou had ever seen. He wanted to devour him.
And almost imperceptibly, oh so subtly, he was rocking.
Shoyou leaned forward. “Are you masturbating?”
Both of Kei’s hands were on the table already and he weakly lifted his fingers as if to say no but his eyes fluttered in a way Shoyou had only ever seen in pleasure and he knew he was lying.
“Show me.”
Kei bit his lower lip and hissed through his teeth but he pushed his chair back and to the side so Shoyou could get a better look at him and now that he was caught he didn’t bother to hide the fact something was in him and he was grinding down against it. He braced himself on the seat of the chair, closed his eyes again, and fucked himself on the toy.
Shoyou licked his lips. Delicious. “What is it?”
He opened his mouth to talk but could only pant. “Ring.” He got out after a moment, and Shoyou had assumed before he caught him getting off that he was wearing a cock ring because otherwise he would go off way too fast. “You.”
Shoyou grabbed Kei’s chair and pulled him closer so he could kiss him. Before he went to Rio the second time he took a mold of his cock to make a dildo for Kei, intending on it being a gag gift, but since then he had seen Kei literally gag on it and to know that was what he chose to get himself off filled him with a sense of pride.
With one hand he took Kei’s jaw so he could control the kiss, the other he placed on Kei’s thigh with the intent to palm his cock but as soon as he started sliding his hand towards his prize Kei jerked out of the kiss with a gasp.
“If you touch me I will come.”
Shoyou leaned back and looked him over. Kei’s chest heaved with effort and his eyes were screwed shut. “I want to see you,” Shoyou said lowly, “and take off the cock ring.”
Kei hissed through his teeth. His motions were jerky and uncoordinated but he took his leaking cock out of his boxers and shakily removed the ring. Shoyou slipped off his chair to kneel between Kei’s legs and Kei immediately gripped the base of his cock to stop himself from coming.
“Shoyou,” he warned.
“I know.”
He took the head of Kei’s cock into his mouth and batted his hand away so he could grip it instead. Kei tangled his hand in Shoyou’s hair but didn’t need to push him down because he was coming the second Shoyou’s tongue moved against him.
Kei groaned loudly, letting the culmination of the day wash over him as he threw his head back and let it dangle over the back of the chair. Shoyou made a ring with his thumb and pointer finger and tried to coax out every last drop of his orgasm.
Shoyou knew Kei’s kinks. He held the entirety of his release on his tongue– so much more than he ever remembered Kei coming in the past but that’s what a day of intense arousal and denial could do to him– and moved to straddle his lap. Kei weakly placed his arms on Shoyou’s hips and Shoyou cupped the back of his head to pull him into another kiss.
After only a second he parted his lips and slipped his tongue into Kei’s mouth. Kei whimpered when he realized what he was tasting. His grip on Shoyou’s hips tightened and he tried to pull himself closer. Shoyou didn’t fully understand it but knew Kei would be happy to swallow his own come.
When the kiss broke Kei tucked his head into Shoyou’s shoulder. “I’m tired.”
“We’re not done yet.”
Kei hummed.
Shoyou stood up and Kei made a displeased noise about having his pillow leave on him and another when Shoyou lifted him up like he weighed nothing and wasn’t much taller than him. Shoyou simply laughed and walked them down the hall to their bedroom where this whole thing started.
“As soon as you put me on that bed I’m going to sleep.”
“That’s fine,” Shoyou grinned at him, “I’m still going to fuck you.”
Kei blushed slightly and Shoyou thought it was so cute that Kei could send him nudes and pleasure himself in front of him but blushed because he said he was going to fuck him.
“Acceptable.”
Shoyou dropped him on the bed unceremoniously and Kei rolled onto his stomach like he was getting ready to go to sleep but he also lifted his hips to help Shoyou remove his boxers.
Shoyou pushed at the dildo that was still in him and Kei groaned into the mattress. “Sensitive.”
“Too sensitive?” He removed it slowly, mesmerized by the sight of his own cock coming out of his lover. He debated fucking him with it but if Kei was actually complaining of sensitivity then he could actually be done before Shoyou could fulfill his promise to, well, fill him.
Kei hummed, not saying yes or no. A very Kei thing to do.
Shoyou lined up the head of his cock. “When you wake up from your nap you’ll be dripping with my come.”
Kei buried his head into the mattress to stifle the sounds of his moans and Shoyou used that distraction to push into him.
Despite his posturing and despite the fact he was able to get off earlier in the day, there was no way he was going to be able to last long. He leaned forward, draping his chest across Kei’s back and murmured, “I love you,” just loud enough for him to hear.
Kei scoffed. “Sap.” He gasped with Shoyou’s next thrust. “I love you too.”
The fifth picture he took himself– Kei on their bed, naked and fast asleep, the evidence of their love making clear on his thigh.