“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.

Kageyama accidentally discovers Kunimi has a hair-pulling kink, maybe.

“I am not using you,” Tetsurou insists, but Oikawa laughs and waves him down, kicks his foot lightly with the tip of his shoe.

“It’s alright, I’ve already said yes,” he says. “I’m curious to meet your friend who doesn’t mind people showing up in jeans and a shirt to his wedding.”

And it occurs to Tetsurou, finally, that Oikawa’s aiming to humiliate him.

Because Tooru’s in a pleated skirt and collared shirt with a bow, kind of small on him and showing a sliver of skin. He’s even wearing the black buckled shoes. And long white socks, going up to his knees, accentuating his legs.

Tetsurou’s jaw drops.

Oikawa will drag him to parties and sometimes accidentally pay for his meal. Koushi couldn’t be happier.

Bokuto rolls his eyes. “Do you really need to ask?” he says, and behind it Tetsurou can hear we just did keg stands and took a whizz together like kissing him next should make sense.

“What the hell,” Kageyama whispered between a rotation. “How do you survive being this short, dumbass? Can you even reach things?”

“Shut up! That’s my body you’re talking about,” Shoyo said defensively.

“And it’s useless! How do you even play volleyball—”

“I’m sorry,” said Shoyo, “but I can’t hear you from up here—”