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When Hajime stepped out of the shower, his hair dripping wet, he heard the video call ringing from his laptop. Shit. Had he really taken that long?

He toweled off in record time, tugging on his sweatpants and a t-shirt as he hurried to the bedroom.

The call rang for another moment as Hajime ran his hand through his damp hair before sitting down and clicking accept. 

As though he needed to look his best for Tooru. 

For Tooru, whose boyfriend was visiting.

And sure enough, when Tooru's dumb yet adorable face popped up on the screen, there was Hinata next to him, smiling and waving. 

"Hello, Iwaizumi-senpai," Hinata chirped, all sunshine and smiles and… was his shirt a little more rumpled than usual? What had they been up to before the call?

No, Hajime needed to not go down that path. "Hello, Hinata," he said, pleased that his voice was smooth and sturdy. "Oikawa," he added, knowing the response that would get him.

"Oh, Iwa-chan, what kind of a hello is that?" Tooru asked, a cute little pout on his face. He stuck out his pretty pink tongue and yeah, Hajime needed to stick himself in an ice bath before doing this again. 

Was he ever going to learn his lesson? Every Friday, they had a video call. Every Friday, Hajime remembered what depraved activities Tooru had called to tell him about the day before. There were endless permutations of Hinata's mouth and Tooru's tongue and every other part of their bodies. Tooru was always so innocent, describing how good Hinata looked.

It was almost like he did it on purpose, the bastard.

"Do you prefer trashy-kawa?" Iwaizumi asked, smirking to cover his conflicting emotions. The teasing came so easily, along with the anticipated reply.

"Of course not!" Tooru said. He was still pouting, and Hajime watched as Hinata swept his fingers through Tooru's hair and tucked a few strands behind his ear. Hajime couldn't see the exact smile that Hinata flashed at Tooru, but Tooru lit up like a sunrise. 

Good on Hinata for using his powers to stun Tooru into silence. Hajime didn't want to think about what it was like to be the direct recipient of that grin. He wasn't sure he'd survive. He remembered the first time Tooru had messaged him about finding Hinata in Brazil.

You'll never believe who I just fucked, Iwa-chan!

You're right, I won't. But since you're incapable of keeping a secret, I know you'll tell me. 

Shouyou just left my hotel room, I'm freaking out, but just a little bit. Mostly because holy shit Iwa-chan, he's… he's incredible.

Hinata? Really?

Yes! He's in Brazil. I'm in Brazil, and I was in Shouyou in Brazil, and it. Was. Amazing. Do you remember when we fucked around that other summer? Before I went to Argentina?

Yes. 

Well. Uh, actually, nevermind.

Oh hell no, Oikawa. You cannot leave that thought hanging.

Oh. I just. Ah. Being with Shouyou was like that but even more intense? I mean different. Shit. That really makes it sound like I'm insulting you but I swear I'm not.

No, I'm pretty sure you're insulting me.

Ok ok ok. It's like this. I'm going to ask Shouyou out. I wanted your blessing.

Now, Hinata was turning his smile toward Hajime again. "How are you doing? Oikawa-san was telling me you had a rough day yesterday."

Oikawa-san? Hinata's tone was cheerful and bright, but there was something about the almost sinful way that Tooru's family name slid off of his tongue that caught Hajime's attention. 

"Was he listening for a change?" Hajime asked. "Yes, I'm doing fine now."

"I'm so glad!" Hinata's smile was moving towards 100% brightness, and Hajime had to look away for a moment. 

When he looked back, he swore that Tooru was trying to kill him. He'd pulled Hinata onto his lap and had an idle hand on his shoulder, fingertips massaging the well defined muscle. 

Hinata kept talking. "You know, I was feeling down last year--just for a second--but that was the moment I looked up and Oikawa-san was there! He's always helping people feel better. Isn't he so wonderful?"

Though Tooru didn't stop his light massage, his ears turned pink at the praise. Hajime grinned. Ok, so it was fun to watch Hinata torment his best friend with copious amounts of earnest compliments. Or maybe Hajime wanted it for himself. Whatever. It didn't matter. The important thing was-

"Oh, Iwa-chan, are you looking at my boyfriend?"

What?

Tooru's smile was sharp at the edges, and even through a computer screen, it was effective. Hajime's instinct was to sharpen his own glance, but he couldn't deny that he had been looking at Hinata.

Hajime threw caution out the window. "I mean you told me yesterday that you ate his ass for half an hour until he came. Twice," he said. "So, yes, I got caught up for a moment."

The confession didn't seem to phase Tooru in the slightest. It was like he expected it. "Shou-chan is stupidly gorgeous, isn't he?" 

There really was only one answer to the question. Hajime made eye contact with Hinata and, slowly, dropped his gaze to stare openly. It was his imagination that Hinata shifted just enough to show off how tight his shirt stretched across his chest. Hajime should definitely not be thinking about Hinata's chest right now. 

He definitely shouldn't be thinking about the time Tooru had told him about making Hinata come just from playing with his nipples. God, why did Tooru tell him all of this? 

Why did he love listening to it?

"Of course he is," Hajime said, gripping his desk tightly. 

Hinata was blushing, his cheeks a candy apple pink, and Hajime couldn't help but remember the times they'd interacted in high school, how he'd flustered Hinata to the point that he wouldn't be able to answer a yes or no question.

It had felt very good.

"Too bad he's all mine~," Tooru lilted, his smile even bigger. He wrapped his hand around Hinata's waist, just barely visible at the bottom of the screen. "Too bad for you, anyhow. For me, I'm just living my best life."

"Truly living up to your Shitty-kawa name," Hajime said, but his stuttering breath when Tooru slid his hand under Hinata's shirt gave him away.

"O-Oikawa-san, are you doing this in front of Iwa-senpai?" Hinata asked, but even countries away and on a laptop screen, Hajime saw the sparkle in his eye. The not-so-little jerk was teasing him.

Even knowing that, or perhaps because of it, Hajime's dick was already halfway hard.

He breathed out, trying to keep his breathing steady. 

"Well," Tooru said, the outline of his hand visible under Hinata's shirt. Hajime tracked the way Tooru moved his hand higher and higher until he was cupping Hinata's chest. "I think he's enjoying it just as much as you."

Tooru's fingers moved under Hinata's shirt, and Hinata squeaked. 

Yeah, Hajime couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it. He swallowed, his eyes glued to the outline of Tooru's hand. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be the hand or have his hand on him. Either worked. 

"Do you want to have a little fun?" Tooru asked with a fake innocence that shouldn't have turned Hajime on as much as it did, but his cock was that much harder for it.

"What do you think?" Hajime grumbled, not wanting to admit it out loud. Pride, maybe, or--

"Well," Tooru said, in a tone of voice like he was making a shopping list, "The way I see it, you could say yes, and we could enjoy a little stress relief session together. Or, you can be quiet even though you want to say yes, and we'll finish our call and you can attend to your blue balls afterward."

Truly, completely, 100% living up to his Shitty-kawa name. Hajime huffed out a little breath.

Tooru's hand was still on Hinata's chest, tracing patterns, cupping, squeezing, his fingers brushing over his nipples every so often--Hinata would squirm something fierce every time. 

"You're wondering if he's really this sensitive?" Tooru purred. 

God. Damn. It. There wasn't enough money in the world to put up with Tooru when he was feeling horny, sassy, and shameless. Hajime had thought that Hinata kept him in check, but the way Hinata was rocking on Tooru's lap, back arched and chest pressing into Tooru's hands, suggested otherwise.

"It's ok with me if you wanna get off on us," Hinata said, almost as if he could read Hajime's mind. His voice was deeper than Hajime remembered as he dropped his flustered act. "Uhm, Tooru's said a lot of things about you and...I think it would be really hot to see you touch yourself!"

Of course Tooru had talked about him. Of course he had. Hajime was not designed to process this much combustible information at once. Setting aside thoughts like has Tooru gotten Hinata off while talking about me? and seriously, does he have no shame whatsoever? , Hajime focused on the here and now.

After all, it wasn't like he was hard on the eyes. It wasn't like he didn't train at the gym, maybe not as frequently as they did, but certainly enough. If Hinata said he wanted to watch him, he was going to take it at face value.

Hajime's cock could not possibly get any harder. His dark gray sweatpants were a blessing and a curse; the soft fabric easily gave way to his heavy erection, but it also hid nothing. 

Thankfully, his camera wasn't angled towards his lap.

Yet.

"I don't remember Iwa-chan being so shy," Tooru teased. He reached out with his other hand and adjusted his laptop just a little lower. 

Hinata's lap came into full view, his erection straining against his dark shorts. Well, it looked like Tooru hadn't been exaggerating anything there, either. 

"Ok, yeah," Hajime said. He reached out and adjusted his laptop screen until, just like Hinata, his clothed erection was very, very visible.

Fuck. Apparently he could get harder.

"Just as beautiful as always, Iwa-chan," Tooru said.

"What, are you trying to make him jealous?" Hajime asked.

"As if." Tooru ran his hand through Hinata's hair. At some point he'd taken his other hand out from Hinata's shirt and now he was palming Hinata's erection lightly. Hinata rolled his hips up to meet his hand, pouting when Tooru lifted his hand away. "Shouyou knows exactly what I think about him."

"Sure," Hinata said, grabbing Tooru's hand and pulling it close to his lips. "I know what you think about me." He kissed Tooru's fingertips. "I know what you think about Iwaizumi-senpai." He licked where he had kissed, leaving Tooru's fingers shiny with a light sheen of spit. "I know that you think about Iwaizumi-senpai touching me, too."

Hinata's words were like an especially strong drink, they hit Hajime hard and fast and had even more warmth pooling in his groin. 

"Shouyou," Tooru amended, playfully tweaking one of Hinata's nipples through his shirt, "is actually a little brat."

Hinata squirmed. Hajime watched his cock shifting under his shorts, not unlike what was going on in his pants.

Hajime knew if he waited long enough, Tooru would provide the details without prompting. But his cock was heavy between his legs and already there was a dot of precum on his sweatpants. "Tooru, what kind of ridiculous fantasies are you forcing Hinata to listen to?"

Tooru grinned, pleased. He considered the question--Hajime was sure the pause was just for show--and then he leaned in closer to the laptop, just to make sure Hajime could hear every word clearly.

"Well, I just think that, if you were really good and asked very nicely, maybe I could share my favorite plaything with you." Tooru's smirk filled the screen for a moment before he sat back and pressed a kiss to the curve of Hinata's neck.

Hajime was going to disintegrate. His cheeks burned hot with the surge of desire that sprang up at Tooru's words. It was as if he'd always wanted nothing but to fuck Hinata, and Tooru's words had destroyed the wall he'd put up to ignore it. 

He realized it had been too long since Tooru said something. He had to say something. Tooru was grinning at him like the jerk he was.

"Sharing's never been your best quality," Hajime said, but his voice betrayed him, all hoarse and hopeful.

"Ah ha," Tooru said, delighted. Goddamn if his eyes didn't glitter through the calm stare he focused on Hajime. "You didn't say no, though!"

"Tell him what you'd let him do to me," Hinata offered, clearly excited by the idea. He shifted in Tooru's lap again, grinding on Tooru's hidden erection.

The thought that Tooru could have his pants down and Hinata could be sitting on his cock flashed in Hajime's mind. The fact that Hinata could be sitting on Hajime's dick flashed in his mind.

Oh. 

Jesus fucking christ.

Dutifully, even more blood rushed to Hajime's erection, leaving him practically light headed at the thought. Fuck it, he didn't care if he looked desperate, he was a little desperate and he wanted to be touched. He palmed his erection through his sweatpants, stroking himself through the fabric just enough to relieve some pressure.

"Oh, you look really good like that," Hinata said, his voice both sincere and husky, like he truly enjoyed watching Hajime touch himself.

Hajime, thankfully, did not come from that, but it was a closer call than he wanted to admit.

"Tell you what," Tooru said, stroking Hinata's cheek. His thumb dragged across Hinata's lip, and Hinata darted his tongue out to catch it. "Why don't you let me show him off a little? See if you're interested?"

It was ridiculous. Hajime was clearly interested. He had his ridiculously hard dick in his hand and was ready to fuck his fist, ready to come in front of both of them, just from the thought of Tooru touching Hinata.

But Tooru was waiting for an answer, his thumb still heavy on Hinata's bottom lip, and Hinata lapped at Tooru's skin while staring at the camera. 

Don't you want me? his gaze asked, and Hajime knew the only answer was yes.

"Yes," Hajime said, still rutting against his hand. "Goddamn it, Tooru, please touch him."

Tooru's answer was immediate. "My pleasure." He tightened his grip on Hinata's chin, gently forcing him to focus on him, and not Hajime.

Hinata shifted his gaze willingly. Sitting in Tooru's lap, he was just slightly taller than him, and Hajime marveled at the illusion. 

He didn't stop palming himself through his sweatpants, the single wet spot of precum growing.

Tooru tilted his head back, sliding his fingers out of the way just enough to capture Hinata's lips in a soft kiss. It didn't stay soft for long. Hinata's hands were on Tooru's shoulders, strong fingers gripping his shirt. Tooru had his one hand on Hinata's face and his other sliding down the curve of Hinata's back.

Their tongues were visible in glimpses of soft pink, mouths opening for each other, letting each other in, their every exhale of air shared between them. Hajime felt a little lightheaded watching Hinata continue to roll his hips on top of Tooru's lap.

"Mmm, ok," Tooru murmured. He ran his hand through Hinata's hair, smiling when Hinata craned his head to follow Tooru's hand. "Let's get you undressed. Let Iwa-chan see everything I get to play with that he doesn't."

Hinata nodded, and with one last slow, long grind of his hips, he popped off of Tooru's lap, preening in front of the camera. Tooru's now exposed lap revealed he was still wearing pants, though they barely contained his obvious erection.

Hajime couldn't keep his eyes on Tooru for long; Hinata was stripping, peeling off his shirt inch by inch. Every bit of his revealed stomach was gorgeous. Hajime knew, objectively, that Hinata had put on some muscle since high school. But seeing it on full display, Hajime had to take a moment to breathe. 

The thing was, Hinata's waist was still small. At least in proportion to his shoulders, which were so much thicker than before. Hajime's brain went offline when Hinata pulled his shirt over his head, confirming what Hajime had just started to realize--his whole body was compact, strong muscle, like he had thoughtfully decided where every pound should go and worked his butt off to put it there.

Oh. 

When Hinata turned around, Hajime saw he was wrong. Hinata definitely had not worked his butt off. In fact, with the front of his shorts strained by his erection and the fabric pulled so tightly across his ass, Hajime could see that Hinata had sculpted that bit of his body into a godlike form too.

Hajime didn't need to look at Tooru to know he had a particularly self satisfied grin. It was conveyed in every word Tooru said.

"That's right, Shouyou is real easy on the eyes, isn't he? I mean, he's always commanded the attention of the room through personality alone, right? But now?" Tooru practically purred. "Now, he's almost deadly."

Hajime couldn't disagree. He breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth in an attempt to control the way he wanted to just jack himself off to thoughts of coming on Hinata's chest, his abs, oh my god, his ass.  

Breathing was not helping.

Tooru laughed.

That helped, but only a little.

"Honestly, when he put my old jersey on for the first time a few months back, I almost came on the spot, so I wouldn't judge you if seeing him shirtless gives you the same reaction."

Hajime took another deep breath, running his hand just as slowly down the whole length of his still-covered cock. 

Focus on breathing. 

Don't come. 

Hinata was peeling his shorts off even slower than his shirt, moving as comfortably as if he always did this, stripped on camera for Tooru's friends, god, Tooru was such an ass for being friends with Hajime, for going overseas and getting with Hinata, for every single life decision he made that lead to this moment...

This moment where Hinata pushed down his shorts and revealed he wasn't wearing underwear.

He was naked.

Naked, and just standing there with his ass to the camera, turning this way and that so that Hajime could take in that rear view from every angle.

"Baby, you look so fucking amazing right now," Tooru said, his voice low. Maybe Hajime wasn't supposed to hear that. Maybe Tooru wanted him to feel like he wasn't supposed to hear that. 

Either way, Hajime drank in the sight that was Hinata. If he'd thought his shoulders and arms were amazing, it was nothing compared to the curve of Hinata's back, which Hajime followed down vertebrae by vertebrae, wishing he could touch every inch. Hinata's skin was pale where his shirt had been, a stark contrast to the tan he sported on his arms and legs and face. 

Tooru ran a finger on Hinata's tan lines. "Iwa-chan, I think you're staring again," he fake-admonished, his tone lilting. "But I understand." Tooru ran his finger down Hinata's spine, exactly where Hajime wished he could touch. "He is gorgeous, isn't he?"

"You already asked me that," Hajime said, but there was no hiding the way his voice was wrecked. He watched Tooru's hand travel down, down, all the way down until his fingers were tracing the space between Hinata's asscheeks and his fingertips were disappearing from view. 

"That's hardly an appropriate answer," Tooru chided. "Shouyou, do you think you should put your shirt back on?"

"I could," Hinata said, pushing back against Tooru's hand. He glanced at the camera, making sure to look right at Hajime. "But I really like the way he's looking at me."

Hajime wasn't sure if the whine he heard was his own, or Tooru's, or maybe both of them together.

"Hinata, you're beyond gorgeous," Hajime said, unable to help the rush of words tumbling out of his mouth. "If I were there right now, if it was ok with you, I'd be running my hands across your thighs. I want to feel them as you bend over and take Tooru's cock, wanna feel how you start shaking under my hands as he just keeps on fucking into you…"

"Oh, shit, Iwa-chan, that's hot," Tooru said. He was biting his lip and squirming in his seat, his aloof illusion shattered. "Stop that, I don't want to come so soon!"

So soon. Hajime almost laughed, because to him, their conversation seemed to have gone on for hours.

Hinata had had his back to the camera ever since he stripped completely, but now, he turned to face front again, and this time, his unclothed erection was on full display. Hajime had not expected it to be thicker than either his or Tooru's.

Forget touching Hinata's practically unreal thighs. Hajime had a sudden, searing desire to sit on Hinata's cock and fuck himself silly. Hajime's cock twitched under his hand, begging to be touched.

"Oh, right. This is your first time seeing Hinata's dick, isn't it?" Tooru managed to wrestle a little bit of control back when Hajime stopped talking.

Hinata was having none of it. "Tooru really likes when I fuck his face," he said, not losing an ounce of brightness in his voice. 

"Goddamn it, yes I do," Tooru said, swatting playfully at Hinata's bottom. "Stop trying to make me forget that I wanted to show you off tonight. Iwa-chan already knows what I look like choking on a cock."

As if on cue, Hajime closed his eyes just long enough to remember Tooru kneeling down in front of him, brown eyes wavering with tears, grabbing Hajime by the hips and begging him to push his cock in deeper next time.

Oh, fuck, thought Hajime. He was only human; even touching himself through his sweatpants was getting him so close that one wrong move would have him coming in his clothes. It was a game where he stoked the kindling of a fire again and again and hoped it didn't catch up in flames too fast.

"You always look hot as hell," Hinata was telling Tooru. "But I'll be good. For now." He wiggled his hips, his cock following the motion. 

Hajime watched, mesmerized.

"Hey, Iwaizumi-senpai, do you want to show me what you're barely hiding under those pants?" Hinata asked with an innocent flutter of his eyelashes. 

Hajime was powerless to resist. But, he could do his best. "Only if Tooru's getting naked too. Like hell I'm letting him get away with pretending to be decent here."

"Oh, ok, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," Tooru said with a laugh, the loud, boisterous one that only cropped up when he wasn't trying to hide it. "Again, I guess."

"Let me," Hinata said, hands already on Tooru's waist. He tugged Tooru up from sitting, and for a moment, Tooru's face disappeared from Hajime's screen. His body was still very much on screen, and Hinata threw a wink over his shoulder at Hajime before he pressed his face against Tooru's visible erection, mouthing at the tip through his pants. 

The lighting wasn't perfect, but Hajime could tell the fabric was darkening from spit as Hinata ran his tongue in a teasing approximation of a blow job.

Tooru's face wasn't visible, but Hajime didn't need to see it to know how Tooru was feeling. Tooru grabbed Hinata's shoulders and pulled him closer.

Hinata leaned forward again, this time undoing Tooru's pants with his mouth. Hajime bit his lip; it was too much to imagine Hinata using his tongue on him like that, too much to imagine Hinata crawling up to his lap and taking his waistband in his teeth and pulling it down…

"Feels good," Tooru said, his wrecked voice reminding Hajime that he was only watching, that he wasn't going to get to touch. "Go on, show Iwa-chan what you can do, make him wish he was booking a ticket to the next flight to South America…"

Don't tempt me almost rolled off of Hajime's tongue, but he caught himself in time. There was no way he was making Tooru's day like that, not when Tooru already had Hinata on his knees in front of him.

Tooru's cock was just as he remembered it, altogether too beautiful with the way that it flushed dark and full. Hinata kissed the tip and added just enough tongue to tease before turning back to Hajime. 

"Now it's your turn!" Hinata announced. 

Tooru sat back on the bed again, his stupid, content face back on camera. 

Iwaizumi swallowed. He wasn't suddenly shy. He was actually afraid that just pulling his pants down and showing off his dick was going to be enough to push him over the edge. He couldn't begin to explain how warm he felt, how absolutely wrecked he was just from watching Hinata and Tooru get undressed.

He would never survive if he was in the same room as them.

"Don't be shy," cooed Tooru, like he wasn't also about to come from having a clothed blowjob and a single kiss to his dick.

That thought gave Hajime just enough control to ease his sweatpants down past his hips. He tried not to think about how good it felt to have his cock exposed like this, tried not to think about how right this second, Hinata was staring at his cock.

Hajime groaned, holding tight at the base of his cock to keep from coming.

"Ahhh, you're definitely so hot," Hinata said. "I can't believe how good your cock looks like that! You're really hard right now, aren't you?"

If Hajime hadn't been, he sure would have been now. He didn't dare release the death grip on his dick, even pressing his knees together to try to calm the overwhelming orgasm threatening to tear through his body.

"He looks like he's about three seconds away from coming," Tooru said. He tried to keep his tone light and airy, but it was clear he was just as excited by the thought. "Well, you're going to have to wait at least a few minutes longer."

Tooru reached out and pulled Hinata back towards the bed. Hinata fell eagerly into Tooru's arms and started kissing him, and Hajime hissed out a long breath. They looked way prettier than they had any right too, their bodies pressed up against each other, their fingers running along each other's backs, their cocks just barely visible from the angle of the camera…

Hinata licked his palm before taking both himself and Tooru in hand and stroking them together. He dropped his head back with a sigh of pleasure and, unconsciously, Hajime began jacking himself off with the same timing. He imagined that it was Hinata's hand wrapped around his cock, that it was Hinata's cock pressed against his, their slick drops of precum mingling and letting Hinata's hand slide up and down smoothly.

"Ahhh, Shou, Hajime's watching, shouldn't we put on a better show?" Tooru asked, even as he arched his hips, trying to press even more of his cock against Hinata's.

"No, no, this is perfect," Hinata murmured. "I want him to come with us."

Hajime wasn't too proud to admit he whimpered at the thought that Hinata wanted him to come too, that Hinata wanted him to imagine he was right there with them, the three of them getting off on each other's bodies.

"I don't want to come first," Tooru all but wailed, any semblance of control completely gone as he canted his hips, shamelessly chasing his orgasm by Hinata's hand. Hinata shifted his hips, forcing Tooru to shift too, and Hajime knew it was only so their cocks would be more visible to the camera.

If he closed his eyes, he could more easily insert himself in the fantasy, but he didn't want to miss a moment of the show in front of him.

Tooru’s flush had spread from his cheeks to his chest, and said chest was heaving as Hinata worked him closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm. That same warmth built in Hajime's chest, and reached low in his stomach, an almost uncomfortable heat that promised an orgasm so intense that Hajime wasn't sure he was ready.

And Hinata? The veins on his arm were raised from effort and the soft glow of sweat was visible on his back. His pace didn't slow as he steadily worked Tooru closer and closer--and by extension, himself. Hinata's fingers couldn't close around the thickness of their two cocks together and he had angled his hand to benefit Tooru.

"Fuck," Tooru breathed out, and Hajime breathed in. "I-I shouldn't be so worked up from just your hand but… knowing Iwa-chan is getting off on this just, fuck, fuck!"

Hajime knew what was happening before he processed the sticky white cum, barely visible on the screen. Hinata dragged his fingers through the mess Tooru made over their two cocks and he licked his fingers clean while Tooru leaned back, still breathless from his orgasm.

There was no need to hold back now, and Hajime matched pace with Hinata, jerking himself off while oh my god Tooru just came from Hinata touching him while thinking about me watching and-

"You look so good," Hinata said, watching Hajime. His eyes were half closed, desire darkened and his lips parted. The tip of his devilish little tongue was pressed against his bottom lip, just barely visible. "Watching you touch yourself, especially when Tooru's told me so much... fuck , you are so hot!"

Even Hajime's ears burned from the praise, his whole body was alight with crystal clarity, he was actively ascending to a new plane of existence and the heat burrowed in deeper and deeper until he was sure he was standing directly in the sun.

With his eyes on Hinata, Hajime needed only to stroke his cock one last time and then he was coming, eyes closed or open, he wasn't sure, but for each glorious second that passed, pleasure radiated from his groin to the rest of his body in lovely rhythmic pulses that he wished he could ride on forever.

Hajime sighed, releasing the last bit of tension from an orgasm that had, as promised, left him boneless and thankful he'd been sitting down already. As it was, he thought he could collapse into a pile on his bed.

"Tooru," Hinata was asking on the screen, "Let me come on your chest."

"Anything for you," Tooru murmured, the microphone barely picking it up. But Tooru seemed to know it would, because even as Hinata straddled his waist and started fucking into his fist one last time, Tooru kept talking. "See, Iwa-chan? Didn't I tell you he's amazing? I shouldn't be this wrecked by a hand job and yet here we are."

Hinata rocked his hips, pumping his fist faster as he smiled down at Tooru. That smile turned to angles and smirks when Hinata jerked forward and came, striping Tooru's chest with long pulses of cum, nearly getting it on his chin. Hajime's traitorous cock tried to stir at the sight. He didn't know that he'd be ready to come like that again for a month. Maybe two.

Guess it was lucky that was how often Tooru and Hinata got to see each other. Or something.

"I'm glad I caught you staring," Tooru said, still lying in his bed. He rolled into his side to see Hajime better. "Was starting to think I was going to have to just...talk to you outright about doing something like this. Can you imagine?"

"Hold still, Tooru," Hinata said, fussing at him with a tissue. "Let me clean up the mess I've made of you!"

Tooru submitted to Hinata's request, holding still for all of ten seconds before sliding to the edge of the bed and sitting up. "Too bad you aren't here though. This could have been even more fun!"

Hajime threw his messy tissue into the trash can. He wasn't sure he was ready to contemplate more fun. 

"Imagine being inches away from Shouyou and still not able to touch him," Tooru added.

Hajime was not ready to imagine that.

"Be nice," Hinata said, reaching up and ruffling Tooru's hair. 

"Ok, ok," Tooru said. "Don't mess up my hair!"

"Oh no, you know what they say about going to sleep with messy hair!" Hinata grinned. He winked at Hajime. "Well honestly I don't know if they say anything, but sleeping is just going to mess it up anyhow!"

Tooru sighed, as though he was the long suffering part of the equation. Hinata ruffled his hair again, his grin as bright as the sun.

They chatted for a little while longer, the usual talk of training and practice and Hajime's studies. When they finally said good night, Hajime was surprised to find out that his room seemed a little more empty than usual. 

He closed his laptop. Everything was a little too quiet without Tooru's laughter and Hinata's bright voice. Hajime frowned as he got ready for bed. He wasn't sure what to think about it.

A moment later, his phone chimed with a new message. And then another. And a third.

Hey!! Iwa-chan, Shouyou wanted me to send you some good night kisses!

( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

There's one from each of us! ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Sleep well, and let's talk again tomorrow!

Hajime couldn't help the little bit of a smile that tugged at his lips. Somehow, his room no longer seemed as empty. And when he fell asleep, it was to thoughts of Tooru and Hinata, and his dreams were full of all of the things they might do next.