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Tobio thought losing the World Championship final to his long-standing rival, who also happened to be his devastatingly beautiful boyfriend was the worst thing that could happen to him today. But as he stared at his own reflection in the hotel bathroom mirror five hours after the match ended, he realized he was wrong.
This was worse.
The stupid cheerleader outfit that didn't even represent his country's colors clung to him in all the wrong ways. He kept tugging at the sky-blue pleated skirt that was horrifyingly tinier than the shorts he usually wore while the tight white crop top, stitched with little Argentina's flags, rubbed uncomfortably against his chest.
Every blast of cold air from the main room made his bare ass prickle, because there was no way in hell Tobio would be putting on that thing—the white lace panties Oikawa had sneakily tucked into the box with the rest of the outfit.
Tobio gripped the sink harder, trying to wrestle down the humiliation he was feeling. Every instinct was screaming at him to rip the whole thing off, to shred them into pieces and shoved them back to Oikawa's face. But....when his fingers hooked under the waistband, he hesitated.
Because he had no one to blame but himself. He should have known better than to agree to Oikawa’s stupid bet.
"If my team wins", Oikawa had said before the match with that infuriatingly charming smile of him, "You'll wear what I pick for you tonight, Tobio. No complaints, no excuses".
"Fine. Not like we're going to lose the gold medal anyway".
Tobio had taken the bait confidently. Stupidly now, because no matter how much Tobio's pride wanted to insist the fifth set could have gone either way, at the end, Japan had to settle for silver while Argentina claimed their first gold medal in this tournament's history.
After the match was over and Tobio's chest still reeling from the weight of the loss, Oikawa had pulled him in for the standard sportsmanlike handshake. He didn't let go of Tobio's hands like normal players did, instead they lingered. And, right there, with the whole world watching, Oikawa wrapped an arm around Tobio to lean closer until his lips brushed Tobio's ear, warm and possessive.
"Don't forget your promise. I can't wait to see how the love of my life celebrates my win tonight".
The memory made Tobio's skin crawl. It made his cock twitch too, which was not shocking. He really hated how easily Oikawa could rile him up, how quickly the irritation blurred into something hotter that always left him on the edge of giving in to every one of Oikawa's whims.
From beyond the door, Oikawa's voice drifted in, sweet and impossible to ignore.
"Tobio~ How long are you going to hide in there? Come out already. I want to see my prize".
Tobio swallowed hard before finally making up his mind. Honestly, he could go through with everything Oikawa wanted—including that thing. Because no matter how bitter the loss still tasted on his tongue, Tobio was still proud and happy for his boyfriend's achievement. Oikawa was his goal, had always been his goal... even if he was also the most unbearable pain in his ass.
After the little pep-talk he told himself, Tobio stepped out from the bathroom and Oikawa was waiting for him on the bed exactly the way Tobio expected him to be. His eyes quickly caught Oikawa propped against the headboard like a king waiting for his tribute. His boyfriend was already stroking himself lazily, cock flushed and heavy in his fist.
In Oikawa's other hand, crumpled and pressed to his nose, was Tobio's Japan jersey. He inhaled it like the sweat-stained cloth was the sweetest thing Oikawa had ever smelled, eyes rolling half-shut with pleasure. The sight made Tobio's stomach flip and he tugged the skirt down harder in a futile attempt to preserve the little dignity he had left.
The lace was scratchy and stretching over where Tobio was erect and dripping for fuck's sake.
"Finally, my little cheerleader is here", Oikawa drawled, voice thick with satisfaction as his gaze roamed hungrily all over Tobio's figure.
"Shut up—I'm only doing this because of your stupid dare", Tobio glared at him, cheeks flushed with a deep red.
Oikawa only grinned wider, stroking himself deliberately.
"You're doing this because you love me, Tobio".
Tobio crossed his arms defensively over his chest, trying to play it cool.
"Turn around", Oikawa requested smoothly.
"No".
"Mmmh...do you think you still get to say no?", Oikawa chuckled amusedly. "You lost, Tobio and you promised, remember? Now be a good boy and let me see that skirt swish".
The command and the way Oikawa's eyes were eating every inch of his body alive made Tobio weak in the knees but some stubborn part of him refused to give in so easily when he could push back. He wanted to see how far Oikawa would take his little cross-dressing game.
So, he forced the words out, steady and sharp, "Is that a challenge?".
"Not at all", Oikawa replied with a wink. "If you won't do it yourself, you know I can make you. But, where is the fun in that, hmm?".
Tobio bit down a moan. Fuck, that was hot.
Oikawa laughed fondly and Tobio realized that he had actually said that words out loud.
Even though the slip up was quite embarrassing, Tobio couldn't deny the flicker of excitement. Oikawa's cockiness really lit up every nerve in his body. All the pent-up frustration and adrenaline from the match buzzing under his skin and begging to be used.
If Oikawa wanted a show from him, then fine. Tobio would give him one albeit on his own terms.
He approached the bed swiftly, too quickly for Oikawa to protest for him to stay put like an exhibition doll. When Tobio reached the edge, he sank to his knees, crawling up onto the mattress without breaking eye contact.
Oikawa's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the show until Tobio shifted just right and the skirt rode up. A flash of white lace underneath, the thing that Tobio swore he would never wear.
He heard Oikawa's sharp inhale and couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips as he managed to wipe the smug look off Oikawa's face. Tobio had not exactly planned this but he relished in the victory to see Oikawa's composure shatter for once. As it turned out, Oikawa had never actually expected him to wear the panties.
"Tobio...fuck, you really put this on just for me?", Oikawa's voice cracked, more desperate instead of teasing now, "Baby, come closer. Please".
The affectionate pet name sealed the deal. Tobio lunged forward before Oikawa could even beg again, shoving him lightly as he climbed onto Oikawa’s lap, straddling him. Oikawa let himself fall back against the headboard, but not without dragging Tobio's hips down with him in a thrusting motion.
Tobio tongue darted out to wet his lips, arousal and lust spiking as he became aware of just how indecent they looked—him in a cheerleader skirt that fluttered with every bounce, thighs caged by Oikawa's overeager hands, both of them already hard and rubbing against each other.
"Caught you", Oikawa whispered, his breath hot in Tobio's ears as his fingers slid up under the skirt and traced the edge of the panties before pushing them aside.
Tobio gasped, his body tensing when Oikawa's dry finger lightly grazed his opening. Instinctively, his hands flew up to Oikawa's face, cupping his cheeks as Tobio pressed their nose together, whining for a kiss first.
Oikawa was surprised, but he melted into Tobio's touch just as instantly. What started as a simple and reassuring kiss turned into something else entirely. It was all desperation and unapologetic desire to memorize every dip and swell of each other’s bodies as they finally belong together again instead of to their respective countries and teams.
"What else do you want?", Oikawa whispered as he pressed an open kiss to Tobio’s neck. "You can have anything, Tobio".
"I thought it was your celebration tonight", Tobio groaned. He couldn’t think objectively when Oikawa was naked and hard and humping against him. That made him feel so fucking desirable.
Oikawa laughed breathlessly as he rolled them over so that he could hover above Tobio now.
"It is but today is the best day of my life and you are the best part of it, Tobio. I want to make you happy too", Oikawa's voice was soft and reverent as he confessed into the crease of Tobio's thigh. There was so much laughter shining in his eyes and voice, even more than what Tobio had witnessed few hours ago when Oikawa was still basking in the thrill of victory.
Tobio had to bite the inside of his cheek hard as unexpected emotion filled him to the brim. Oikawa's happiness was no longer something distant that Tobio envied from afar anymore. It was something that Oikawa wanted to share with him and Tobio wished for nothing more than to see the joy explode.
He wanted to make Oikawa the happiest gold medalist in the whole fucking world.
The all-consuming desire burned through him until he was moving without thinking, clumsily shifting their positions again. In the next moment, Tobio was already straddling Oikawa backward, knees digging into the mattress as Oikawa's cock stood flushed and heavy right in front of his face.
"Tobio?", Oikawa said, his voice more aroused than concerned.
To his surprise, Oikawa didn't protest and was quite obedient through the whole ordeal. And why would he, when he had the perfect view of Tobio's ass now, tilted up for him like the filthiest present wrapped tight in the pretty lace Oikawa himself had chosen?
"Let me serve the winner first", Tobio murmured, nipping at the flushed head of Oikawa's cock before dragging his tongue in a slow stripe along the vein.
The groan from behind came at the same time as a firm smack of Oikawa's hands left a hot print on his thighs. Tobio didn't flinched. Instead, he opened his mouth wider and swallowed Oikawa down in one go, refusing to back off even though he was choking a little.
"Baby, you are so good at that. God, I miss it", Oikawa moaned, hips jerking, and then his self-control snapped. His hands clamped down on Tobio's ass, spreading them wide open so he could press his mouth against the thin lace. Oikawa sucked at him through the fabric just to make Tobio squirm first.
The skirt fluttered obscenely with every moment as Tobio bobbed his head while Oikawa buried his face deeper between his cheeks, tongue pushing inside without mercy once the lace was ripped.
The heat of the wet muscle was almost impossible not to rock back into and Tobio's whole body quivered with the effort to stay still so he could focus on his own mission to make Oikawa break first.
"Baby, you can stop", Oikawa rasped, slipping a finger inside, hot and messy with slick, curling just right. "I want to save my load for when I cum inside you. Don't waste it".
Tobio's breath hitched at the irresistible offer, his throat tightening around Oikawa's cock before he pulled it off with a wet gasp.
"More", he demanded, arching his back and grinding shamelessly against Oikawa's hand.
"Greedy, brat", Oikawa teased as he pushed another finger in, then a third, stretching him open. Tobio's hips snapped uncontrollably, trying to match Oikawa's ruthless pace.
"You are so perfect to me", Oikawa told him sweetly while fucking Tobio loose on his fingers. "My gold medal, my prize, my everything".
The words nearly undid Tobio because praises from this man was everything he ever wanted.
"I want to ride you", Tobio gasped. "Want to get myself off on your cock. Please, can I?", he added the last word like a weapon, knowing how much Oikawa loved when Tobio begged.
"Yeah, yeah. Everything you want, sweetheart".
Tobio could never get enough of the pure bliss expression on Oikawa's face when he finally sank down on his cock, even as his own body shook with sharp little stabs of pain. It had been too long for him, but the ache only made his craving bottomless.
Oikawa's hands shot up, holding his waist firmly. "Easy, baby. Don't rush it".
Tobio could tell from the tremor in Oikawa's voice how much restraint it took to hold back when his cock was throbbing so deep inside him.
"I can take it. Let me feel you, Tooru", Tobio panted, fingers scraping lightly across Oikawa's chest. He rocked down harder, determined to impale himself at once.
Oikawa let out a shaky laugh, half awe and half lust. "God, you're so impatient. Should have used the toys I bought for you when you were lonely in your big apartment in Italy, baby. Should have worn the plug during the game just to keep yourself stretched out for me".
"It's not the same", the words tumbling out of Tobio between desperate moans as he gripped a fistful of Oikawa's hair. "Not like you".
"Baby—fuck. It's the same for me too. Nothing feels as good as you".
Oikawa buried his face against Tobio's chest, catching the hem of his tank top in his teeth before pulling it up far enough to close his mouth around a hard nipple. He sucked harshly until Tobio cried out and lost his rhythm.
"Should have bought the bra too", Oikawa told him in between wet licks, his voice wrecked with lust. "If I knew you would be this needy for me, I would dress you up even prettier, baby".
That only made Tobio started to ride him harder with desperate abandon until the obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. Oikawa also lost the last shred of composure as his hips snapped up to meet him, fucking Tobio through every messy bounce.
Tobio tipped his head back, lips parted in a soundless cry as he clenched tight around Oikawa. "I need it Tooru. Want all of you".
Every nerve in Tobio's body was burning, split open and filled by Oikawa's—his lust, his joy, his love spilling out of him in every messy kiss, every groan of Tobio's name.
Oikawa moaned his name over and over like a prayer, jerking Tobio's dick roughly while thrusting up into his tight, spasming heat simultaneously. Tobio could feel the pleasure swelling beneath his belly exploded from both ends, inside and out.
It was too much and not enough at the same time until it spilled hot over Oikawa's chest. Inside him, he felt Oikawa shuddering out the end of his own release too.
Even though he was still overwhelmed from his high, Tobio continued to cling onto Oikawa desperately. "Do it", he begged. "Want it inside. Want you—".
Oikawa choked out a guttural moan and shoved as deep as he could before he filled up Tobio with thick load just like he promised.
Tobio shivered at the sensation as they collapsed together on the bed with Oikawa still inside and Tobio blanketed Oikawa's body with his weight.
Still dizzy with post-orgasm, Tobio pressed his cheek to Oikawa's chest and touched the space over his heart to feel its joyful pulse. The sound was like a lullaby to him, realizing once more how he was so, so in love with this amazing man.
"That last pipe attack was so amazing it pisses me off. The way Palonsky just came out of nowhere hitting that ball was so incredible", Tobio muttered breathlessly, mindlessly. He was definitely fucked out of his mind if the memory of the last rally in the game suddenly latched onto his brain now.
Oikawa stopped playing with Tobio's sweat-damped hair as his face twisted in disbelief.
"Tobio.... are you seriously talking about another man while I'm still balls-deep inside you?".
Tobio looked up and blinked at him, utterly earnest when he replied, "I'm discussing volleyball. That's what we should do first after the match ended actually".
"Unbelievable. Firstly, the last point was thanks to my amazing toss", Oikawa snorted, but his smirk returned almost instantly, "Secondly, fine! Let's see if you can talk about Lulo or volleyball when I fuck you so hard the only name left in your head is mine".
"Wha—".