Tsukishima thinks about Yamaguchi a lot.

If Kunimi thinks about it, his chest aches. If Kunimi thinks about it, it’s like being him. Being Kageyama. Being the center of the court, poised and loud, the audiences’ eyes on the players and the players’ eyes on him. Kageyama says things with force, like he expects the spikers to trust him, because they […]

Every so often the sex reminds him it’s just sex, and Kuroo never knows what to make of it, just that he loves the feeling of people, of warmth, of tender kisses and fingers against his own, doesn’t really care if the smiles he catches are fake. His are always real.

“The risk I took was calculated – but man, am I bad at math.”

A collaboration with renaissance

Oikawa asks him if he still jogs in the mornings, still brushes his teeth in the shower, still wears the grey joggers that he and Oikawa had bought matching together.

the world turns and the walls scream white

“Did you miss me?” Semi meets his eyes. “Did you miss having me ride your cock?”

Nishinoya’s tan lines are more obvious like this, because it’s the summer and they’ve been running around playing beach volleyball and sometimes shoving each other into the ocean and laughing and falling into each other. Ryuu has always liked the way Nishinoya’s felt against him.

Terushima’s staring at Shirabu like he’s some sort of meal, pressing him against the wall. Maybe he’s trying to be intimidating.

To calm him or himself Hajime doesn’t know, but Ennoshita is warm against him, and Hajime breaks the kiss quietly to watch his knuckles slowly draw the line down Ennoshita’s front, losing momentum at his ribcage.