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It’s been a few months since Oikawa and Hinata sent that video to Iwaizumi and Kageyama. 

A few months since Iwaizumi flew to Brazil to supposedly talk, but ended up claiming his childhood best friend as his omega over and over again until Tooru passed out. 

A few months since Kageyama and Hinata had a record-breaking long video call that ended with the two of them stripped bare and flushed, and the promise of bonding the next time they see each other in person.

A few months since Oikawa returned to Argentina, and Hinata stayed in Brazil.

A few months passed, and the holiday season came.

Oikawa and the rest of his team were given time off, so of course, he decided to use his savings to travel back to Japan to visit his family. Hinata had the same plans, so after realizing that flights from Brazil to Japan were cheaper than from Argentina, Oikawa booked a cheap flight to Rio to spend a few days with his friend there, then catch a plane to Japan.

After two stops in different countries and a train ride, they arrived at Miyagi, where Kageyama and Iwaizumi were waiting for them at the Sendai station. They greeted and said goodbye to each other, and each pairing went their different ways to spend time with their families and who knows what else. 

A couple of days later, Iwaizumi gets a call.

“A double date?” he asks, still groggy from sleep.

“Yes, a double date,” Oikawa repeats. Iwaizumi can hear the sizzling sound of food on his end of the line. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Iwaizumi sighs. He looks out the window, right next to his bed, and sees that the lights are on at the Oikawas’ kitchen. The omega must be making breakfast. 

“Okay, fine, but you still have to come have lunch at home, or my mom will be disappointed.”

“I would never disappoint Auntie,” Oikawa says as if he takes personal offence at the statement. “Obviously, I’ll be there, Iwa-chan. Shoyo-chan said to meet him and Tobio-chan at PARCO around 5 pm.”

They talk a bit more before hanging up.

A double date. For Christmas Eve. With someone his omega slept with. 

That someone is another omega, though, he reminds himself. And Oikawa has no feelings for him. He wouldn’t have asked him to bite him if he did. 

Still, he can’t help the bitter yet sour taste of possessiveness that invades his mouth like bad coffee. 

***

The city is packed with couples enjoying their Christmas Eve.

They meet outside PARCO, bundled up against the winter chill, the Tokyo streets alive with Christmas lights and the buzz of last-minute shoppers. Hinata waves excitedly the moment he spots them, bouncing on his toes like he’s about to take flight. He wears a hoodie that can’t be enough to protect him from the freezing cold weather, but with how much he moves, maybe it’s enough for him. Kageyama stands next to him in a coat, wool beanie, and earmuffs, with no expression on his face.

Oikawa waves back at the middle blocker with a gloved hand, while he holds onto Iwaizumi’s arm with the other. There’s a flash of something Hajime notices when the two omegas make eye contact, something he has learned to recognize as mischievousness in Tooru. Something he both fears and craves.

With so many restaurants full, they are lucky to find an empty table at a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away on a side street. The conversation flows easily at first. Hinata talks animatedly about his time in Brazil, Kageyama grunts short, fond responses, and Oikawa narrates his layovers in every country like he’s the main character of a movie.

Iwaizumi barely touches his pasta. He’s too busy glaring at how Oikawa leans over the table to steal bites off Hinata’s plate, how he flicks his hair back and laughs too loudly, all soft pink lips and long eyelashes.

He knows it’s not serious. He knows it’s just Oikawa being the brat he’s always been.

But when Hinata starts giggling and playfully slapping Oikawa’s hand away, cheeks flushed from the wine, Kageyama stiffens next to him, shoulders squared like he’s about to break the table in half.

The alphas exchange looks, but neither of them says anything.

They leave the restaurant an hour later, the city glittering around them, and stumble into a neon-splashed karaoke bar nearby.

The room they get is small, with barely enough space for four grown men, but Oikawa doesn’t seem to mind. He sprawls dramatically on the couch with his long legs brushing Iwaizumi’s thigh.

They order more drinks.

Way more than they should.

And that’s when things get worse.

At first, it’s harmless: Oikawa and Hinata singing cheesy Christmas songs into the same microphone, bumping shoulders, grinning like idiots.

But then Oikawa turns to Hinata during the chorus of a too-sultry pop song, eyes sparkling with mischief, and slides an arm around his shoulders.

Hinata, never one to back down from a challenge, giggles and leans into him, their bodies pressed far too close for any alpha in the room to tolerate.

Iwaizumi feels his jaw clench, a sharp ache blooming behind his teeth.

Kageyama grips his drink so hard that the plastic cup crumples in his hand.

And then Tooru, not satisfied with their display yet, leans to whisper something against the redhead’s ear, so close that his lips are touching his skin. Shoyo chuckles and puts a hand on Oikawa’s neck as he whispers something back. 

They sing the rest of the romantic song off-tune and wrong from all their laughing, and once they say the last line, instead of going back to their seats and offering the mics to their partners, they kiss.

They . 

Kiss.

They kiss , and it’s not even a peck or a short kiss, something that could pass as friendly. No. It’s a full-on kiss. It’s wet, and loud, and so similar to the way they kissed in that video.

Iwaizumi knows exactly what they’re doing, knows Oikawa’s thought process and mind as well as his own. He knows they’re pushing, teasing, poking at that tight, coiled thing in his chest that he usually keeps buried under layers of self-control.

It doesn’t matter.

Because all he can see is the way Oikawa’s fingers curl into Hinata’s hoodie, the soft, desperate way their mouths move against each other, how Hinata’s eyelashes flutter, and how Oikawa tilts his head a little more, deepening it like he means it.

Like he’s trying to make Iwaizumi watch.

His fists clench at his sides. His heart pounds so hard it’s a dull roar in his ears. His entire body burns with the instinct to yank his omega back where he belongs: against him, marked, and claimed, and wrecked, until no one in their right mind would ever dare touch him like this again.

Across the room, Kageyama is visibly shaking, like he’s a second away from either smashing the table or throwing Hinata over his shoulder caveman-style.

Fuck it.

They move in sync, as if they had planned it. Iwaizumi wraps his arms around Oikawa and yanks him away from the other omega. Kageyama pulls Hinata away from him by the waist, making the boy yelp.

“Iwa-chan, what the fuck!?” Tooru has the gall to complain.

“That’s what I should be asking you, you idiot, what the fuck was that!?” Hajime demands.

“Why, can’t two friends share a little kiss, Iwa-chan?” He bats his eyelashes.

“Yeah, Iwaizumi-san, we’re just having fun,” Hinata agrees.

They share the exact same playful smile.

“Besides, Tobio-chan is so stoic, I bet it’s a lot more fun for Shoyo-chan to kiss me ,” Oikawa says, his voice syrupy sweet, practically dripping with provocation.

Hinata snickers, pressing himself deliberately against Kageyama's chest like he’s testing just how much he can get away with. "Yeah. Tobio barely even reacts. Maybe I should find someone a little more... responsive."

Kageyama's entire body stiffens. His eyes darken, lips parting in a silent, furious breath.

Iwaizumi’s grip on Oikawa tightens. "You think it’s funny, huh?" he murmurs low against Tooru’s ear, his voice a dangerous rasp that makes the omega shiver despite himself.

“Maybe a little,” Oikawa breathes, cocky even as his body betrays him, pressing back into Iwaizumi’s chest, scent spiking sweet and sharp.

Iwaizumi’s patience snaps.

He grabs Oikawa’s chin between two fingers and forces him to look up at him. Brown eyes wide, mouth still pink from kissing someone who wasn’t him . Someone who will never touch him like that again, because Hajime’s going to make damn sure of it.

“Where’s the closest hotel?” Iwaizumi growls, already fishing for his phone with his free hand.

Oikawa’s smirk wobbles, excitement flashing through his expression.

Kageyama, who’s barely keeping it together himself, mutters something like "fuck it" under his breath and nods sharply toward the door. "There’s a love hotel across the street," he says, voice rough, low. He yanks Hinata closer by the hips, making him squeak. "We’re going. Now."

“Finally,” Oikawa sings, triumphant. 

He exchanges a grin with Hinata, and Iwaizumi knows he walked right into their trap, but that gives him even more reasons to want to give them a lesson.

He brushes Tooru’s lip with his thumb and leans close enough that his mate can feel the heat of his breath. “You’re gonna regret teasing me.”

The omega laughs and lets himself be dragged along.

The receptionist at the hotel is a middle-aged woman who looks exhausted. Iwaizumi is sure she’s checked in a checked out way too many couples for the day, and is desperately wishing for her shift to end.

“What do you mean there’s only one last room available!?” Iwaizumi complains.

“Have you checked the date, sir?” the woman asks.

The omegas snicker.

“Let’s just all share a room,” Oikawa proposes. Hinata giggles.

Iwaizumi exchanges a look with Kageyama. He shrugs. 

They go through the usual check-in procedure, including signing the consent sheets that declare all of the people renting the room are of sound mind, meaning none of them are in heat or rut. A law put in place to ensure the safety of the clients and prevent the hotel from getting into legal trouble.

Once done with the signing, they get in the elevator. The ride up is silent, and the four of them are packed in close, breathing each other in, the air charged and heavy with anticipation. Oikawa leans lazily against Iwaizumi's side, Hinata bumping shoulders with Kageyama, but none of them speak.

When the doors ding open, they’re all a little too quick to step out. 

The room looks exactly the way you would expect a love hotel room to look. The walls are a muted beige, while all the furniture is pink. The bed is ridiculously big and round, draped in pristine cream-colored sheets, in the center of the room, and it holds enough pillows for any omega to build a nest if they want or need to. To no one’s surprise, there’s also a mirror on the ceiling right on top of it. A control panel next to the door allows guests to manipulate the intensity and color of the lights, music, to open and close the curtains, and it even includes a button to call the front desk for room service or help if something happens. A shelf on the wall sports boxes of different kinds of condoms and a jar of single-use lube packets. Besides those, there’s a neatly arranged selection of BDSM tools and accessories, as well as omega-centered and alpha-centered sex toys. 

As soon as the door clicks shut behind them, the atmosphere shifts.

The playfulness from earlier sharpens into something more real. Heavier. Hungrier.

Hinata laughs and jumps onto the bed, feeling the sheets with his hands. Oikawa sits next to him with a smile and directs his gaze to the alphas before looking at Shoyo. 

Iwaizumi knows he walked right into their trap, but that only makes the heat coiling in his gut burn hotter.

Oikawa turns, slow and deliberate, brushing Hinata’s neck with teasing fingers, but his eyes never leave the two alphas standing stiff and tense at the foot of the bed.

“You can’t lie to us,” Oikawa says, fingers trailing Hinata’s neck but eyes fixated on the two alphas standing at the end of the bed. “We all know you both enjoyed the video,” he adds. He tilts Hinata’s face up, smiling sweetly at him before returning his gaze to Iwaizumi and Kageyama. Sharp. Knowing. Daring . “Then why not enjoy the show in person?” And he kisses him.

The kiss is the same as the one in the karaoke room, yet so much different. Hinata whimpers into the older omega’s mouth, and Tooru threads his fingers in his hair while he pulls him closer with his other hand. Shoyo throws his arms around his neck and lets Oikawa pull him into his lap. 

Tooru smirks against his lips. The fingers of the hand that grabbed onto his waist now trail under his clothes, while the other moves lower on his neck until the omega yelps. Hinata’s hair got longer in Brazil, covering the back of his nape and almost reaching his shoulders. And under all that hair there’s a fresh bite mark that Tooru touched, which is why he yelped.

“You haven’t wasted any time Tobio-chan.” He giggles as he traces the outline of the teeth marks. 

The alpha reeks of killing intent, and he clenches his fists as his sides to restrain himself.

“God, it's hot in here, isn’t it, Shoyo?” Oikawa says, gripping the hem of his hoodie. “Shall we take this off?” 

Hinata nods and puts his arms up so Oikawa can take it off, along with his t-shirt underneath. There’s faded purple and red marks on his torso which brings a smile to the older omega’s face. He trails his fingers on his skin, moving them from one bruise to the other. Hinata shivers under his touch, but it’s not from cold but anticipation, the way he’s arching subtly into the light caress, needy without saying a word.

Then the setter kisses one particular mark right above one of the man’s nipples, and moves from there to his collarbone and neck. Shoyo grabs onto Tooru’s hair, not to pull him away, but to ground himself. 

“Oikawa-san,” he whines. “It's not fair you're still dressed,” he says with a pout. 

Oikawa laughs against his skin, the air from it making Hinata get goosebumps. 

“As you wish, darling.”

He makes a show out of removing his coat, letting it fall to the floor. Then he takes off his sweater. 

And shirt. 

And undershirt. 

Hinata bursts into laughter. “Could you not have been wearing more clothes, could you?” 

Oikawa tries his best not to laugh. “Shut up. Don't kill the mood.”

Shoyo shakes his head and seems like he's going to laugh again, but Tooru doesn't give him a chance. He moves quickly and kisses him, then pushes him onto the mattress. 

Hinata gasps as he falls but it turns into a moan when their lips make contact. Their bodies slot together as if they were meant to be, as if their bodies retain the memory of many nights spent like this. Many hot, summer nights of Oikawa’s body on top of his’, hands caressing skin and crevices, lips kissing, teeth biting, hair being pulled. 

“Fuck,” Shoyo moans when Oikawa moves a hand between their bodies to sneak into his pants. He returns the favor, making Tooru moan as he squeezes his butt.

“Oikawa,” comes Iwaizumi’s warning from the sidelines. 

The omega, far from being intimidated, grins at his mate, raises an eyebrow, and tilts his head in a defiant gesture that has ‘ what are you gonna do about it?’ written all over. He moves away from Hinata enough to yank his pants and underwear off.

The room is warm, but Shoyo still squirms from the temperature difference. His cock rests hard against his stomach, with a bead of precum dripping down its length in a way that captures the attention of everyone in the room. And when Tooru slides two fingers between his cheeks, they come back dripping. The overpowering scent of honey and sun-warmed sand invades everyone's nostrils and makes the room smell like a hot summer day.

“Look, I barely even touched you and you’re so wet already,” he says, bringing the fingers to his mouth to lick them. He moans in delight.

Kageyama takes a step forward with the clear intent of interrupting. Iwaizumi wraps a hand tightly around his wrist to stop him. 

He wants to teach his omega a lesson as badly as Tobio, Hajime is sure, but another part of him wants to enjoy the show just a little bit longer. 

Kageyama frowns at him, but doesn’t move.

“Aww, getting impatient, are we, Tobio?” Oikawa, of course, notices. 

He manhandles Hinata as if he weighs nothing, moving them so the younger man is sitting on his lap, legs bracketing Oikawa’s hips, chests flush. His hips roll instinctively, seeking friction, but Oikawa’s hands are already on him, big and possessive, kneading his ass. Then he grins, and shifts his grip lower. In one smooth motion, he lifts Hinata just enough that the younger omega's ass tilts upward, presenting him shamelessly to the room.

Tooru spreads him open with both hands, thumbs dragging down to tease his already leaking slick entrance. Pink, puffy and perfect.

“There we go,” he purrs, voice dripping with smug satisfaction against his ear. “Look at it, alphas. Isn’t he just begging to be filled? Spread open with your knots?” he asks.

Kageyama growls .

He laughs, and continues: “Or should I fill you up, Shoyo-chan, mn?” he mouths against his ear. “I might not be an alpha, but I’m sure I can do a better job than Tobio.”

That does it.

Kageyama pounces onto the bed. 

The sudden movement sends both omegas toppling over, Oikawa landing flat on his back with Hinata sprawled face-down on top of him. Tooru can’t see from this angle, but the sound of a belt unbuckling and Shoyo’s startled yelp tell him everything he needs to know.

The alphas are done playing nice. It’s music to his ears.

Tooru knows from the way Shoyo collapses on top of him, the moans that escape his throat, the wet sound of slick and slapping skin, and the way his body jolts back and forth that Tobio penetrated him. 

Kageyama groans low in his throat as he sinks into Hinata’s heat, his hands digging into the smaller omega’s hips. “So tight,” he hisses, like it hurts.

“Tobio—!” Hinata gasps, his fingers scrambling against Oikawa’s chest for purchase. His nails scratch red down his skin, making Tooru moan in sympathy.

The younger alpha starts to thrust without warning, deep and fast, chasing the tight grip around his cock like a man possessed.

“Fuck,” Tooru moans. His hand moves out of pure animal instinct to wrap around both his and the other omega’s cocks in a fist. He doesn’t even have to lube his hand; the slick dripping from Hinata’s hole is enough.

“Iwa-chan!” he whimpers, calling for his alpha. “Where are you? Let me suck you off,” he begs.

“Oh really now?” Iwaizumi says. Oikawa can sense him arching a brow even when he doesn't see him. “And do you think you deserve it after what you just did?” 

Tooru pouts. “Iwa-chan,” he whines. “Don’t be mean.” 

“ Mean? ” Hajime uses his alpha voice, and a fresh gush of slick leaks out of his partner. “You think I'm being mean right now?” He sits on the bed, close to Oikawa. “After what you just did, I should be outright ruthless . I should be making you pay for making out with someone else in front of your alpha . I should be knotting you so hard you can't get up from bed for days. I should be ruining you so that no one ever dares to even think of touching you, even look in your direction ever again.” 

Tooru’s cock leaks so much precum he swears he might’ve come already. Ho-ly-shit .

But for all he talks, he moves closer to Oikawa and strokes the hair out of his forehead. He trails a finger from his forehead to his lips. 

“But maybe knotting this pretty mouth to keep you from babbling more bullshit and stop you from kissing people who aren't me will teach you how to behave,” he says.

Oikawa's mouth waters at the thought, and even more when Iwaizumi unbuckles his belt. He takes down his trousers and underwear in a quick motion, letting his cock spring free, hard and leaking. Begging to be tasted.

“Please,” Tooru begs. 

“Just that makes me want to not give it to you.”

“Iwa-chan~” he whines once more, dragging the last syllable. “It's unfair.” He pouts. “Tobio is fucking Shoyo. I'm jealous.”

At the mention of the other two, Hajime's expression hardens. He looks at the pair on top of his mate, as if he has forgotten they were even there. Seeing Hianta’s hands on Tooru’s abdomen and chest, holding onto him, makes his blood boil. 

He yanks Oikawa toward him, causing him to yelp, and the other two to stumble slightly. 

Due to the change in position, Hinata’s head is now right between the other omega's spread legs. And out of what possibly is pure animal instinct, he circles the base of his cock and trails up its length until the tip with his tongue, then repeats it. Tooru moans.

Iwaizumi's grip on Oikawa’s shoulder tightens. He screams. 

“Look at you. You are such a whore, moaning and squirming for someone else,” the alpha says. “I’ll make sure you don’t anymore.”

Without further warning, he grabs onto Oikawa's jaw and penetrates his mouth, bottoming out in one go. Tooru moans, and the vibrations cause Hajime to groan in pleasure. 

“Fuck,” he says, pulling out slowly, then pushing back inside. “You take my cock so well. You were made for it.”

Oikawa melts at the praise, and his throat relaxes further with the intense need to be good for his alpha. Slick leaks from his hole in gushes, and Hinata, still nestled between his legs, licks it up like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. The way his hips keep jerking back against Kageyama’s thrusts and the sweet mewls that escape his throat makes it clear he’s enjoying himself.

Tooru is going to explode. His cock is red, hard and aching for release. 

“You're so obedient like this,” Hajime says. “You should retire from volleyball, and I should keep you under my desk or tied to my bed, always filled up, always ready.” 

Oikawa is going to die. He reaches to touch his cock, but Iwaizumi slaps it away. 

“No,” he warns. “You don’t deserve to touch yourself.”

“But Iwa-chan, I’m going to die,” he complains, overdramatic as ever, but it comes out as a barely understandable muffled mess.

Hinata seems to get it, though. Right on cue, as if he believes the other omega’s words to be true or, more likely, because Oikawa’s bratiness infected him, Shoyo, mouth glazed with slick and drool, wraps his lips around the tip of Tooru’s cock. 

Oikawa feels as if his brain has turned into liquid. He can no longer think of anything, mind completely blank. All he feels is pleasure and heat. From Shoyo’s mouth going up and down his shaft. From his alpha’s cock relentlessly fucking his throat. From the wet slap of skin on skin of the other pair ringing in his ears like applause. The vibrations of every thrust pass through Shoyo’s mouth and into Oikawa’s cock, making him see stars.

Hinata isn’t much better. He doesn't know who he's moaning for anymore. The taste of Tooru's cock in his mouth, Tobio's deadly grip around his waist and incessant thrust of hips, or for how fucking obscene it is to watch Hajime’s cock glide down Tooru’s throat, the muscles visibly working to swallow him whole. He wants all of it, needs all of it, wants to drown on it. 

He lets go of Oikawa’s cock with a wet pop. “I’m…” He tries to speak, but gets interrupted when Kageyama angles his thrust just right and he dissolves into a moaning mess. “I’m…mn, fuck, Tobio, don’t stop,” he whines. “I’m close,” he finally manages to say.

Hinata’s fingers tremble as they find Oikawa’s, locking tight like he’ll float away if he doesn’t anchor himself. Tooru squeezes back without thinking, just as desperate, slick pouring from his hole, in steady drips as pleasure overloads every nerve. 

A muffled noise that sounds kind of like a strangled ‘Shoyo’ comes from Tooru’s mouth, still wrapped around his alpha’s cock. His eyes are glassy, wet, pinned on Hinata’s flushed, fucked-out face. He watches the younger omega come apart like he’s watching a star collapse, beautiful, terrible, and blinding.

Hinata cries out as his orgasm hits, full-body and violent, his nails digging into Oikawa’s hands hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. His body jerks in Kageyama’s grip, his hole spasming around the thick length inside him, milking it for everything it’s worth.

“Shit! Shoyo,” Kageyama gasps, barely holding on. The heat, the tightness, the sheer need radiating off Hinata wrecks him.

Then Hinata clenches again, tighter, needier, and Kageyama breaks.

He drives in one last time, hard and deep, pressing flush against Hinata’s back as his knot swells and locks them together. He buries his face in the crook of his mate’s neck, teeth scraping lightly over sweat-slicked skin, right over the bonding mark, as he spills inside him with a choked moan.

Shoyo collapses on top of Oikawa and the sound vibrates in his chest like a live wire. His hands are still tangled with Hinata’s, knuckles white, body trembling.

Iwaizumi leans in then, one hand gripping Oikawa’s jaw, forcing his face up as his hips roll harder, making him take his shaft even deeper. “Keep your eyes on me,” he reminds him, voice low and dangerous. “You’re such a good little cockslut, Tooru. Made for me. Taking me so well.”

He moans around him, the sound utterly obscene with his throat stretched around Hajime’s cock. The combination of praise and degradation simultaneously undoes him and puts him back together again.

“Are you gonna take my knot, Tooru?” Hajime asks. Something that resembles more an animal than human crosses his eyes. “Show them how good of a boy you can be for your alpha?”

The omega hums, wanting nothing more than to please his mate. 

Iwaizumi groans, deep and guttural, hips snapping forward with purpose now, hungry and unrelenting. His knot is already forming at the base, pushing insistently against the omega’s lips, daring him to take it. 

“Fuck, fuck, just like that,” Hajime growls, pupils blown wide as he watches his cock bulge inside Tooru’s neck, the omega swallowing around him like he was meant for it. “Such a perfect throat.”

Hinata, still half-lying on top of Tooru, shudders again with aftershocks as Tobio’s knot stays locked inside him. He’s limp but still panting, eyes glazed and wide as he blinks up at the obscene sight of Iwaizumi’s cock disappearing past Oikawa’s lips over and over again.

Kageyama, still recovering from his own orgasm, flushes deep red and hides his face in Hinata’s shoulder, ears burning. But even through the haze of overstimulation, he can't stop watching. His eyes flick down to Oikawa’s bulging throat, to the spit and slick dripping down his chin, and he twitches inside Hinata, cock giving a weak pulse.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

Iwaizumi notices. A surge of pride invades him, and he smirks.

“That’s it,” he growls, slamming deep one last time, and then staying there. His knot stretches Oikawa’s jaw wide, locking in place, and for a moment, everything is still.

Then Hajime comes.

With a snarling groan, he spills down Oikawa’s throat, hot and endless. The omega moans as best he can with his mouth full, tears spilling from his eyes, but he takes it all. Every pulse. Every drop. He swallows around the knot, tries his best not to choke, reminds himself to breathe through his nose.

It’s too much. It’s perfect.

His own orgasm crashes into him with no warning, untouched, uncontrollable. His cock jerks and spills messily against Hinata’s stomach, rope after rope painting both their bodies as he trembles under Iwaizumi’s weight.

For a long, breathless moment, the room is full of nothing but panting and the thick scent of sex. A strange mix of honey, fresh mint, rain-soaked cedar wood, and firewood fills the air. 

Tooru finally goes limp, knot still firm in his mouth, lashes fluttering as he looks at the other pair through the fog of pleasure. Shoyo is watching him like he’s a goddamn god , flushed from cheeks to chest, and Tobio…

Tobio won’t meet his eyes, but the color in his chest and how he holds onto his omega’s arms as if he would collapse if he doesn’t tell a different story.

Tooru hums as best he can, wicked amusement dancing in his glassy gaze.

By the time Iwaizumi’s knot deflates, Hinata had gotten so comfortable and warm, resting his cheek against Oikawa’s stomach, that he whines in protest when the omega moves away. 

“You did so well,” Hajime praises him when he exits his mouth. He massages his jaw gently, calming the ache that comes with taking a knot. “Are you okay?”

“Absolutely perfect,” Tooru replies. His voice is hoarse from the abuse, but he sounds blissful. “You are too good to me, Iwa-chan.”

“And you are insufferable.” He kisses him, chaste and sweet, and the omega smiles against his lips. “Don’t think I’m not still angry at you for pulling this shit.” He points to Hinata with his chin. “I’ll punish you properly when we’re alone later.”

Oikawa hums, as if that’s the best news he’s ever received. “Can’t wait.”

“You…” Hinata lifts his head slowly, blinking like he’s just seen God descend from the heavens. His voice comes out small, reverent. “You actually took his knot in your mouth and didn’t die.”

Oikawa just stretches like a cat, jaw sore and neck marked, absolutely smug. “Mmhmm,” he says, the sound deliberately smug and just a little teasing. “It’s not that hard to do, you just gotta get used to it.”

“How?!” Shoyo gasps, sitting up a little too fast before remembering Kageyama is still knotted inside him and yelping. “Ow! fuck, sorry,” he pants, easing back into place with a whimper.

Kageyama immediately steadies him, palms on his waist. “Careful,” he murmurs, but his eyes are locked onto Tooru’s face. Wide, dark, and betraying a deep, simmering interest.

The omega notices, of course. Nothing escapes him.

“Oh? I think that a certain someone might be a bit curious,” he sing-songs, cocking his head. “Isn’t that right, Tobio-chan?”

Kageyama jerks his head away, ears scarlet, but he doesn’t let go of Hinata. In fact, his fingers are digging in a little harder now, like he’s imagining something and doesn’t know what to do with it.

Shoyo, still stunned, looks between them like he’s witnessing the birth of a star. “Wait, wait, wait. Can you teach me?” he asks, eyes full of excitement. “I wanna learn! How can you do that without getting hurt, or hurting Iwaizumi-san?”

Tooru smiles, slow and wicked. “Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs, brushing damp curls out of Hinata’s flushed face. “I’d be delighted to teach you.”

“Yay!” the omega cheers. The slight exhaustion from being fucked relentlessly just a few moments ago is nowhere to be seen. “Thank you, Oikawa-san.”

The man moves closer and whispers near Hinata’s ear, low and conspiratorial, but loud enough that the alpha can still hear him. “I bet Tobio will love it.” He traces the shape of his jaw with his fingertips, touch barely there. “He would love to fill that pretty mouth of yours, stretched as far as it can go, locked in place, feeling your throat contract around his length.”

Hinata shudders. Tobio exhales through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as his knot finally begins to soften inside Shoyo’s slick heat. His hands still haven’t left the omega’s waist, thumbs brushing soft circles over flushed skin, grounding himself. With a soft, wet sound, he slips out.

Cum leaks from Hinata’s stretched hole immediately, a slow, obscene drip down the backs of his thighs, and Kageyama watches it like he’s hypnotized. He should feel spent, wrecked. Instead, his cock twitches, already half-hard again.

From just the talk .

He shifts slightly, adjusting his position so Hinata can lean back without discomfort, and only barely resists the urge to rut back into him when the omega squirms in his lap. Fuck. The shame on his face is deep and burning, but he can’t deny that what Oikawa said before is hot .

“God,” Hinata breathes. “Okay, but, seriously, how do you even do it? Won’t I, like, choke or accidentally bite him?”

Kageyama visibly jerks. His ears are red again.

Oikawa’s lips curl, pleased.

“Not by just winging it, I can tell you that much,” he says, nudging his knees under himself to scoot closer. “First off, you have to keep in mind that the knot swells right behind your teeth, behind your lips. It stretches your jaw open to the max. No room to move, no room to talk, and definitely no backing out once it’s in,” he says. “That’s why it’s dangerous. You fuck up your breathing, you panic, your jaw clenches, and someone gets hurt. It’s not like normal deepthroating or cockwarming, where you worry only about choking or slightly scraping someone with your teeth. Here you’re stuck like that, for a few minutes at least, but they can feel like an eternity if you’re not used to holding something so big in your mouth,” he continues. 

“But you don’t have to stretch for weeks or anything dramatic,” Oikawa adds, eyes flicking to Kageyama, then to Iwaizumi. “You just need to be careful. Communicate. Trust each other. And know when to stop.”

“Don’t clench,” Iwaizumi says finally, voice rough and lazy as he lifts his head from where he’s been resting against the headboard. His arm’s thrown behind Oikawa’s back, casual, possessive. “That’s the biggest thing. You feel it starting to swell, you stay open. Or you tap out.”

“You ever panicked?” Hinata asks, blinking between them.

Oikawa hums, eyes flicking toward Iwa again. “Once. First time I let him knot my mouth. I thought I was ready, but I choked, and almost hurt him.”

Iwaizumi snorts softly. “For a second I was sure he was going to accidentally chop my cock off with his teeth.”

Tooru rolls his eyes. “Shut up, you’re so dramatic.”

“Look who’s talking.”

A slow flush creeps over Kageyama’s face, down his neck, and to his chest. His cock is throbbing again. Hinata shifts in his lap and feels it.

“So…” Oikawa purrs, reaching up to brush Hinata’s hair from his forehead. “Wanna try?”

Shoyo swallows hard, pupils blown wide. “Right now?”

“Right now,” he echoes. “No better time than the present.”

“O-okay,” Shoyo accepted, equal parts nervous and aroused. “Do you want to try, Kageyama?”

“Mn,” the boy barely makes a sound, avoiding his eyes, but he nods.

“Great.” Oikawa smiles like sin. “Let's do it.”

He pushes up onto his knees and reaches for the blankets, yanking them aside. “Okay, get into a comfortable position. You won’t be able to move much later.”

Kageyama shifts obediently, flat on his back, arms tense at his sides. His cock is flushed, hard again, resting against his stomach. He looks like he’s holding his breath. When his eyes flick to Hinata’s mouth, his cock twitches.

“Aw, you’re so horny for your omega that it’s cute,” Tooru says.

“Oikawa-san!” Hinata complains, face burning even as he settles between his mate’s thighs.

Everything is quiet for a second. No one moves.

Tooru chuckles. “Well, what are you waiting for? You don’t need me to give you instructions on how to give your alpha oral, right?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“O-of course not!” Shoyo says, then turns to Tobio. “I’ll go slow.”

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Okay.”

Kageyama stiffens as soon as he feels the first wet lick, his hand twitching like he wants to grab Hinata’s hair but stops himself.

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue from behind Oikawa and pulls him closer by the waist. His hands are firm, rough, possessive in a way that makes his breath stutter.

“Iwa-chan?” he asks, surprised. 

“Since you’re going to be playing mentor, you’re going to need your mouth to talk,” he says. He spreads his cheeks and teases his entrance with his thumb. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t use this hole to keep myself entertained.”

Tooru gasps, and his cock twitches with interest at his mate’s words. He barely has time to breathe before he feels Iwaizumi’s thumb dip past his rim. His muscles twitch in response, sensitive, needy. He sucks in a sharp breath, forcing himself not to arch into it.

“Iwa, wait—”

“Shh,” Iwaizumi mutters. His voice is soft, but there’s steel underneath it. He spits into his hand and slides two fingers between Oikawa’s cheeks. He’s already leaking slick. “You’re the one who got us all into this, aren’t you? So take responsibility and behave. ”

His tone is so deep that it sends shivers down Tooru’s spine and immediately makes the omega side of him want to obey. He whines under his breath but bites back a retort. 

Instead, he focuses forward, where Shoyo is now mouthing at Kageyama’s tip like it’s some kind of sacred fruit. The younger omega’s lips are flushed, pupils blown wide with concentration. Kageyama looks like he’s about to combust, his knuckles white where they clutch the sheets, his hips twitching involuntarily.

“You’re doing good,” Tooru breathes, voice trembling as two of Hajime’s digits slide in and out of him with a slow, practiced ease. “Don’t rush into it. Pretend I’m not here and just enjoy yourselves normally for now,” he tells the others.

Shoyo hums softly around the head of Kageyama’s cock, mouthing at him in slow, reverent motions. His hands are warm against Tobio’s hips, holding him steady, though his fingers tremble slightly. Not from inexperience (he knows exactly what he’s doing), but from anticipation of what’s to come.

Kageyama is clearly trying not to move. His head is tipped back against the pillow, jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut as if he thinks that if he looks, he’ll lose control.

Tooru watches with lidded eyes, his lips parted in a breathy moan as Hajime’s fingers curl inside him just right. He whines low in his throat, pushing back instinctively, but Iwaizumi doesn’t give him more. He’s methodical, slow, teasing. The kind of slow burn that makes Tooru’s thighs tremble with need.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You both look so hot like this.”

Iwaizumi tightens his grip on his hip. Oikawa giggles under his breath. Possessive as always, he thinks.

“It’s—I’m—” Tobio struggles to speak between groans and moans.

Shoyo pulls off just slightly, his lips dragging along the shaft as he glances up with flushed cheeks. “I can tell his knot is gonna swell soon,” he says for him.

“Okay. If you are scared, you don’t have to do this—”

Hinata pouts at him, cheeks burning hotter. “It’s not that, I just…I know it’s gonna hurt if it goes wrong.”

“Fear and overthinking make it worse,” Oikawa says, voice smooth and low. “If you tense up or panic halfway through, it can make things difficult. But don’t think too much about it. Focus on pleasure, on what you’re feeling, on what you’re making him feel, and you’ll be just fine.”

Behind him, Hajime growls low, pushing his fingers deeper. Tooru bites his lip and exhales shakily, bracing himself on his elbows as he fights the urge to ask his mate to fucking take him already .

“Breathe through your nose,” he says, tone slipping into something more serious. “Take him as deep as you can comfortably,” he says. “Be mindful of your teeth. Ease your jaw open and let it slide in.” He looks at the alpha. “Tobio, you can help him relax by massaging his jaw gently.”

Kageyama utters a half-strangled noise, like the thought alone is killing him. He reaches out a shaky hand to do what Oikawa said, and a soft mewl escapes his omega’s throat.

“Good boy,” the man praises, and the alpha lets out such an obscene noise that it makes Tooru blush. Interesting, he thinks. He clears his throat and continues: “okay, so, thrust inside just a few more times then bury yourself as deep as you can go when you’re about to cum, so we can ensure that the knot inflates past Shoyo’s teeth and doesn’t get trapped between them.” Which would really, really hurt , he doesn’t add.

Tobio groans, his hand shaking as it cups the curve of Shoyo’s jaw. He rubs it like Oikawa said, fingers awkward but gentle, and Shoyo visibly relaxes. His throat works with a soft swallow as he slides in and out in quick succession. 

“You’re doing great,” Tooru says, observing them closely. His own cock aches with need of attention.

Behind him, Iwaizumi withdraws his fingers, and the omega whines, hips chasing. The slick noise that follows makes heat crawl down his spine. He barely has time to process the loss before something broader—the head of his alpha’s cock—presses at his entrance. 

“Finally,” he mutters, voice breaking on a sigh as Hajime starts to push in. The stretch feels divine , but it’s not deep, and it’s so slow it’s maddening.

He braces himself, breath hitching, but his eyes are still locked forward. He doesn’t want to miss a thing.

Kageyama lets out a choked, broken noise and obeys. His hips roll, shallow and reverent. Shoyo moans, eyes fluttering closed. When the next thrust buries him to the hilt, the knot finally pops past his lips, stretching him wide.

He chokes once, reflexively, but Kageyama is already there, rubbing his throat, stroking his hair, whispering, “You’re doing so good, I’ve got you” and similar sweet nothings.

“How cute,” Tooru says, intending for it to sound teasing, but it comes out choked. He shudders. “Fucking hell, they’re hot,” he breathes, low enough that only Iwaizumi hears. 

Hajime is fully inside him now, hips flush to his ass, and he hasn’t moved since. Tooru writhes in frustration.

“Why aren’t you—”

“Quiet,” Hajime says, and rolls his hips just once, once, slow and deep, brushing something inside that makes Tooru gasp.

He sets a punishingly slow rhythm, dragging it out with maddening control. Tooru’s thighs tremble from the restraint, slick dripping down them, pooling beneath.

In front of them, Shoyo swallows Tobio’s cum with some difficulty as he gets used to the ache in his mouth, stretched wide. He didn’t even know he was physically capable of doing that. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, and he’s looking at Kageyama right in the eyes.

The alpha isn’t much better, expression contorted in pleasure as he looks at his omega with so much love in his eyes that Hinata can’t look away. 

The omega lets out a helpless moan around him and comes untouched, just from the stretch and fullness, and his alpha’s hand at the back of his head. It’s messy, his thighs trembling and cock twitching as his orgasm hits him hard.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Tooru whispers, voice ragged, “you both are—hnn, Iwa—!”

The slow, teasing pace continues. Too slow. Frustration claws at him.

“Oh, fuck you, Iwa-chan, I’ve had enough,” he snaps, suddenly shifting.

He pulls off Iwaizumi’s cock with a slick sound, turns around, pushes the alpha onto the bed so he’s lying on his back, straddles him, and impales himself on his length in one go. Hajime’s eyes flare open, pupils blown wide.

Tooru gasps as he sinks down, the stretch nearly knocking the air from his lungs. His thighs tremble from the shock of taking Hajime all at once, but he doesn’t stop. His hands splay across the alpha’s chest, nails digging in, grounding himself as he rocks his hips, testing the angle.

“You absolute tease,” he pants, voice breathless and laced with fire. “You were gonna keep dragging it out forever, weren’t you?”

Iwaizumi’s hands fly to his hips out of instinct, grip bruising. “That’s what you deserved .” His jaw ticks, and his irritation is sharp in his eyes, but under it, arousal is bleeding through, dangerous and all-consuming. “ Tooru ,” he warns, voice gravelly and low.

“What? You gonna punish me?” Oikawa grins, full of sharp teeth and flushed cheeks, already bouncing fast on his cock, obscene wet sounds filling the room. “Go ahead. Knot me so hard I see stars.”

“Brat,” Hajime growls. “You don’t get to—fuck! Take control like this.”

But his hips betray him, thrusting up into that slick heat, chasing every roll of Tooru’s ass with helpless precision. The omega moans, loud and dramatic, tilting his head back with pleasure as he rides his mate like he’s been starving for it.

“Then do something about it, Iwa-chan,” he taunts, his pace ruthless, thighs burning. “Otherwise I’m gonna come on your cock like this, just from the way you’re stretching me open.”

Iwaizumi snarls, furious and impossibly turned on. He thrusts up harder, slamming into Oikawa from below, trying to steal back control, but the omega grinds down like he owns him, moaning even louder.

“You love it when I’m like this, don’t you?” he pants, voice shaking. “Do it, knot me,” he whimpers, trembling. “Fuck your bratty omega so full he can’t speak.”

The alpha loses his rhythm, instinct taking over. His knot begins to swell, thick and hot and demanding, catching at Tooru’s rim. He shudders, gasping, whining as he pushes through the tight stretch, greedy for it. 

Hajime groans like he’s in pain, like he’s barely holding on. With one final thrust, his knot pops inside, locking them together. He clutches Tooru to him like he’s something precious as his knot throbs violently inside the omega, and then he's spilling into him, thick and endless, groaning loudly and roughly into the shell of Tooru’s ear.

“Fucking…mine,” he growls, hips twitching, unable to stop.

Oikawa screams, his back arching, whole body convulsing as he comes, untouched, painting both their stomachs with sticky white. The fullness, the pressure, the claim, tears the orgasm out of him like a wave, too much and not enough all at once. 

He slumps forward with a moan, boneless, clenching around that knot like he wants it to hurt. He nuzzles into his mate’s neck, smug and glowing.

“See?” he murmurs, breath hot against his alpha’s skin. “That was so much better.”

Hajime just groans, arms wrapping around him tighter, still twitching with aftershocks. "Brat," he mutters, but there's no heat behind it anymore.

Only love. And maybe the promise of payback, just as rough.

They cling to each other, panting, trembling, still tied together.

In front of them, Kageyama has collapsed onto the bed with Hinata curled against his side, licking his lips lazily, both of them glowing with the haze of afterglow and bond scent. Equal parts exhausted and satisfied.

Tooru sighs, shifting a little atop his mate.

“I think,” he says breathlessly, “that went very well for a first lesson.”