Nagisa didn't either. Even though Rei had quickly fallen head over heels for him, heart and brain and soul and everything. 

Sometimes he would think that was definitely too weird of him. Was he not supposed to want that kind of intimate contact with someone, once he was really involved with that person? Still, sometimes they did it. Rei was not really interested in it, but was not interested in refusing either, and sometimes it awakened something in him. Sometimes he would really enjoy Nagisa's touch, the sights he was showed by his small, vocal boyfriend, and the fire he would kindle inside of Rei's chest and guts. The rhythm of his own heart thrumming with every thrust of his finger inside of Nagisa. 

 

But what he does most often, is nothing like that. They found something great, something that makes both their hearts beat faster than ever. Like they do right now, as Nagisa lies naked on his bed, legs spread open and thighs trembling as his own fingers push and touch inside of him, as his fingers glide and slide up and down his aching cock. And Rei sits in front of him, looking. He thought sex sounded like an aesthetically unpleasant business, but right now as his purple eyes devour every inch of Nagisa's exposed, vulnerable body, it all looks more beautiful and infinitely more pleasant than any work of art. This one moves. This one produces real sounds, it trembles and is warm to the touch. Nagisa whimpers and blushes constantly, a thin layer of sweat appears on his skin and makes it glitter lightly under the dying sunlight, in the evening, and Rei looks at him every second, almost never blinking to not miss any of it. 

It's almost hypnotizing, the shudder and roll of Nagisa's hips, the way his cock gently bounces with every thrust upwards, the way his muscles visibly move under his skin. It makes him hold his breath. It's beautiful. Nagisa's hair move almost unnoticeably with every warm puff of breath, his fingers dig deeper inside of himself and Rei still sits down, fascinated, electrified with arousal that he'll soon rub away. But he barely registers it, too focused on looking at the beauty in front of him, at his man showing such an intimate side of himself without looking shame, without hesitating. 

And when he comes, his sweet chirping sounds pour out of his lips completely unfiltered, he babbles and whines and his body shakes and for a moment Rei's mind blanks out with the sheer emotion at the sight of Nagisa's expression, his glee and relief and the peace settling on his face right after. He almost does not notice it when Nagisa sits up too, panting, and gives Rei a little smile before bending forward and cupping his cheek, moving closer and giving his lips a few soft kisses cut short by his quick breath, until his heart slows down and he leans his forehead against Rei's, breathing on his lips. 

 

"Did you like it?" He says, touching Rei's lips in between kisses. Rei rubs circles with his fingertips on Nagisa's neck, and nods a few times before hugging him. 

"Yes. Thank you for showing me," he replies, and kisses his shoulder. He always says that. 

Nagisa rubs his fingers through Rei's dark hair, humming something Rei doesn't recognize, but then shivers in his arms. 

"Are you cold?" Rei asks. 

Nagisa smiles as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't. 
"Yeah..." he admits, and purses his lips. "But I don't want to take a shower, I want to stay here with you. Or you could take a shower with me!" 
Rei sighs, already knowing he'll lose the battle with himself again. 
"Alright, I'll shower with you."
"Yay!" 
He smiles slowly, letting Nagisa pull him inside the bathroom, and closes the door behind them. 

 

Hajime never saw Oikawa's face that red, his eyes that shy and pleading, and if he was not so fucking horny he would keep the guy waiting a little more, kneeling on the floor with his body naked and his cock aching - heavens know how many times Oikawa teased him to no end, but apparently Hajime is not that strong, not today, not after fighting with virtually every work colleague. 

So he sighs, grabbing a handful of Tooru's hair and gently guides his head to his groin, holding his breath at the warm tongue and lips accepting him, without resistance, at the brown eyes looking up at him, aware of all that's happening. Oikawa looks at him attentive, but without plans and calculations behind his charming irises, as Hajime shivers and moans quietly with breaths turning heavier with each pump of Tooru's mouth around the tip of his cock. 

His neck moves following the guidance of Hajime's hand, the rhythm, and his eyes smile drooping lightly, as his hand moves between his legs. He's so unusually obedient, he's quiet... for now. 

Maybe he is just really into his role. And maybe Hajime should just be "daddy" more often...