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It’s around a month after what Shouyou has affectionately begun referring to as ‘The Bathroom Incident’, and he’s making his way to Kageyama’s house to bully him into practicing with him (not that Kageyama ever needs much persuading). Shouyou knows Kageyama’s parents are away, off on some fancy business trip, so he figures he must be bored all on his own during school break.
Yes, he’s definitely doing this out of the good of his own heart and not so he can discreetly watch Kageyama drink from his water bottle or wipe sweat from his forehead during practice.
He’s being a good Samaritan, really, he thinks distractedly as he remembers the quiet intensity of Kageyama’s eyes, drawing Shouyou in as he leaned into his space to sponge at the bridge of his nose. If he thought hard enough about it he could still feel cool, commanding fingers against his chin, could still smell Kageyama’s smell, a mix of clean sweat and the detergent his family uses and something that was undeniably him underneath it all.
Was that weird? Probably. It's weird enough to have a crush on your best friend, who is most probably straight and definitely not into you at all, let alone waxing poetic about his smell. Shouyou sighs, resigned to appreciating his setter’s long, pretty fingers and strong thighs and frankly ridiculous abs from afar, stealing secret glances during practice or in class.
His trainers slap obnoxiously against the warm pavement, arms loose at his sides and enjoying the sunshine fanning over his back as he walks. He hums tunelessly under his breath, almost skipping as he turns into Kageyama’s street, trailing one hand absentmindedly across someone’s garden wall as the other holds a volleyball loosely at his side. The weathered brick is rough against his fingertips, and he yanks his hand away with a muffled curse as it catches against one of his nails.
As he looks up from inspecting his fingers, a cat crosses his path, amber eyes flashing in the sun as its black coat gleams. Shouyou gasps happily, grievance with the wall forgotten as he drops to a crouch and extends his hand, making chattering noises at the animal. The cat pauses before slinking across the path slowly, daintily picking up its paws to step around a piece of rubbish left on the floor.
It gives Shouyou a mistrustful look as it sniffs at his fingers warily, before gently butting its head against his hand, obviously having deemed him safe. Shouyou coos happily, scratching behind the cat’s ears as it stretches up to meet him. Its fur is soft under his hands, warmed from the sun beaming overhead, and its eyes slip shut as he smooths his hands over its spine.
After a few minutes of fuss, the cat slinks off again, dark tail standing tall and flicking through the air as it runs off across the road. Shouyou smiles, watching it go off on its little cat adventures, before turning and snagging the piece of rubbish off of the floor. He holds it at arm's length, grimacing as he searches for a bin. He finds one on the corner of the street and deposits the wrapper in there before dusting his hand off on his shorts and making the rest of his way to Kageyama’s house.
He figures Kageyama won’t mind him inviting himself in, so he toes his sandals off before stepping through the threshold onto the cool linoleum.
“Kageyama! I hope you’re not busy!” Shouyou shouts into the house as he pads through the hallway and up the stairs. He gets no response, so he makes his way to Kageyama’s room. The carpet is soft beneath his feet, and he rolls his neck one way and then the other as he walks, shifting the volleyball under his other arm.
Soft music is drifting from under Kageyama’s door, and since when did he listen to this stuff? Shouyou realises he doesn’t actually know what Kageyama listens to, and scowls as he resolves to get the other boy to send him his playlists. A faint smell tickles his nose as he reaches the boy’s door, but he can’t quite place it.
He chuckles at the weathered keep out! sticker stuck on Kageyama’s bedroom door, remembering the setter scratching at the back of his neck with embarrassment as he told Shouyou about how he’d stuck it there angrily when he was seven and had never been able to get it off again. Shouyou raps his knuckles against the painted wood before swinging the door open with a smile.
“Kageyama! Wanna come practise with-“ Shouyou’s words die in his throat with a soft click as he takes in the scene before him. Kageyama reclines back on his bed, one leg hanging off of the side and socked foot brushing the carpet. His hair is a dark halo around his head, fanning out onto the pillow and exposing his forehead. The setter’s pretty lips part on an exhale, and is that-? Yep, okay, the smell makes sense now, Shouyou thinks as he watches smoke float from the other boys lips, jawline pronounced and eyelids fluttering. He has a split second to think about how hot that was before Kageyama is pushing up off of the bed with the hand not currently holding a joint, and oh my god Kageyama smokes weed?
“Oh my god you smoke weed? What the fuck?” Shouyou’s wide eyes meet Kageyama’s lidded ones, and for a second he thinks he might combust as that red-rimmed gaze is turned on him. Kageyama coolly moves the joint behind his back and raises his eyebrow.
“Nope, not smoking weed. Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Smoke slips out of the corner of his mouth as he talks, and Shouyou actually has to suppress a whimper. Jesus Christ.
Kageyama shifts to the side on his bed, and Shouyou takes that as an invitation to sit with him, placing the volleyball down into the corner of the room and shutting the door before sliding onto the warm sheets. Kageyama’s hair is mussed from laying down, sticking up at odd angles, and it makes Shouyou feel warm and gooey inside as he fiddles with the blanket.
“How come you never told me you smoke?” Shouyou asks quietly, watching as the other boy takes another drag. He does this thing where he lets the smoke go out of his mouth before breathing it in through his nose, and Shouyou has to close his eyes because why the fuck is that so attractive. When he opens them again, Kageyama is watching him intently, searching his face. He obviously finds whatever he was looking for, because he sighs softly and tips his head back against the wall.
“Never came up in conversation. I wasn’t about to go around bragging about it like an asshole, so I didn’t think to tell you.” Shouyou leans back against the wall as well, pulling his knees back against his chest as he watches the dark-haired boy out of the corner of his eye.
“Do your parents know?” He breathes the heavy smell of the weed in, watches Kageyama’s hand as it rests against his bare knee. He’s always been into Kageyama’s hands, long and pretty but masculine at the same time. His nails shine, perfectly manicured, and his skin is smooth and tanned from the summer sun. There’s a scratch running along his knuckle, stark red against sun-kissed skin. I want to put his fingers in my mouth, Shouyou thinks, ears burning as he rips his gaze away.
“My Mum might suspect, but I don’t think either of them know.” Kageyama’s shoulder is a warm weight pressed against his own as the gentle tones of the other boy’s playlist drift into his ears. He wonders what Kageyama would do if he reached over and laced their fingers together, right now. Would he shiver as Shouyou passes a thumb over the soft skin on the back of his hand? Shouyou shakes his head to dislodge the thought before shifting back on the bed so he’s half facing Kageyama.
The other boy opens his eyes to slits, surveying Shouyou’s movement openly and casually.
“You smoke?”
“No, never. Never had the opportunity to.” Shouyou feels like he knows where this is going, and he suddenly feels nervous. What if he makes an ass of himself?
“You wanna try?”
“I-sure, if you don’t mind.” Shouyou reminds himself to breathe as his eyes flit over the angle of Kageyama’s nose, the tendons in his throat. Kageyama shifts up, sitting cross-legged, and Shouyou stares intently at the bed sheets, twisting them around in his fingers anxiously.
“Relax, dumbass.” He feels Kageyama nudge at his shoulder. “You look like you’re ready to vibrate out of your skin.”
“Easy for you to say!” Shouyou huffs indignantly. “You’ve been doing this since you were like, twelve, or whatever. I’ve never done anything like this before!”
“Dude, shut up. I only started smoking like six months ago and I don’t even do it that often so don’t think I’m a stoner or something.” Kageyama’s big palm finds Shouyou’s face, sending a zip of annoyance and, something else, down his spine.
“It just helps me relax, okay?” The taller boy mumbles under his breath, seemingly embarrassed and Shouyou’s heart really needs to shut up soon, beating a chorus of cute cute cute cute cute into his ribs as his eyes slide over the setter’s pretty features, fingers itching to card through the other boy’s hair.
“Here, this might help.” Kageyama shuffles closer awkwardly so their knees knock, before bringing the joint to his lips and taking a drag. He looks so gentle like this, his usually stony features softened, with a lazy smile that’s tempered by self-consciousness adorning his face and eyes red rimmed with smoke.
The afternoon sun is filtering in from the open window behind him, bathing the two of them in a quiet glow. It trickles in from the curtains and caresses the other boy’s face, fingers of light smoothing across his cheeks, his jaw, his hair. The dark blue hoodie he’s wearing looks a size too big and well worn, drawstrings frayed and fabric thinning from years of use. As he moves, the collar slips to the side, revealing smooth skin stretched over a sharp collarbone. Shouyou’s fingers twitch with the urge to lean over and tug on the neck of the hoodie, to reveal more supple skin and angled bone. He folds them in his lap instead, dragging his eyes away from Kageyama’s neck with a dry swallow before his brain ventures into forbidden territory.
When he looks up again, Kageyama is right there. He leans in close, wraps one (warm, large) hand around the base of Hinata’s skull and tugs him forward until they are inches apart. This close, Hinata can see the darker blue flecks flitting through Kageyama’s irises, the smattering of faint freckles on his cheeks, like someone has taken a paintbrush and flicked it across his cheekbones.
Fuck, okay, blowback. I can so do this, you just breathe the smoke in. It’s totally fine. Shouyou screams internally, eyes wide. He notes the way that the overhead light sends spidery shadows across Kageyama’s cheeks, his eyelashes fluttering as he gets closer.
Shouyou takes a breath, then shifts forward so their noses brush. Kageyama tilts his head with a small noise, leans forward and parts his lips, and then warm smoke is filling his mouth. He breathes in, hands coming up to cup the setter’s jaw as he rises up with a breathless whine, craving the feeling of the other boy’s lips on his. His eyes flutter closed as he inhales the smoke, feels it burn his throat. He quickly breaks away from the kiss to exhale, watching the smoke curl weakly towards the ceiling.
When he looks back at Kageyama, the other boy is offering him the joint, eyes lidded with intoxication and something else. Shouyou licks his bottom lip, doesn’t miss the way Kageyama’s blue eyes flick down to the movement before settling back on his own. As he reaches forward to take the joint their fingertips brush, sending a flash of hot longing through his body.
He brings the joint to his lips and inhales, sucking the smoke into his mouth before breathing it into his lungs. He coughs on the exhale, turning his face into his shoulder as the smoke forces its way past his lips in short bursts. He feels Kageyama take the joint from his hand as he’s coughing, before something cool is being pressed into his palm.
“Drink. It’ll help with the heat.” Kageyama is leant back against the wall again, hand holding the joint loosely as he watches Shouyou through red eyes. His voice is raspy, lower than usual on account of the weed, and his syllables slur together slightly as he talks. His eyes stay trained on Shouyou, pinning him, and Shouyou swallows as he watches Kageyama watch him. He uncaps the water bottle and gulps it down greedily, grateful for the coolness as it soothes his stinging throat, and for the distraction from the other boy’s intense gaze.
When he’s done, Kageyama hands him the joint again, and they pass it back and forth a few times. The air inside the room grows hazy with smoke, and Shouyou leans heavily against Kageyama as he feels the weed start to settle into his bones, warm static buzzing across his skin as the world slows down to a standstill. His lips stretch open to an easy grin, and he turns his head to exhale smoke into Kageyama’s face, making him scowl.
“I can see why you do this, Stoner-yama.” Kageyama flicks his forehead for the nickname, and Shouyou gets an idea. If the way Kageyama has been looking at him means anything at all, then he wants to make the most of this opportunity, he thinks.
He sits up, plucking the end of the joint out of Kageyama’s hand and unceremoniously shuffling onto the setter’s lap. The other boy’s eyes widen slightly as Shouyou settles his weight onto his thighs, but his hands come up naturally to rest on the redhead’s hips, squeezing slightly. Shouyou swallows, mouth dry, before bringing the joint to his lips and taking a final inhale. He drops the end of the joint into the ashtray on the floor before leaning forward, hands coming to rest on Kageyama’s shoulders as their noses bump.
Their lips meet, sending a zip of electricity down Shouyou’s spine as he breathes the smoke into the taller boy's mouth with a sigh. One of Kageyama’s large hands come up to cup the side of his face, long fingers resting behind his ear as he inhales. The other flexes on his hip, making Shouyou shiver. They part after a moment so that Kageyama can exhale the smoke into the room, but Shouyou doesn’t let him get far.
He grabs the other boy’s chin gently, leaning back in to brush their lips together. For a second they just breathe the same air, before Kageyama shifts up and kisses him. Shouyou makes a soft noise in his throat before pressing down, his other hand shifting from Kageyama’s shoulder to cup his face. They part for a moment, and then Shouyou is tilting his head and pressing in again, and oh.
Their kisses quickly turn frantic, and Shouyou gasps as he feels Kageyama’s tongue dart out, licking a stripe across his bottom lip. He opens his mouth in response, and then they’re kissing, warm and wet, tongues pushing shyly against each other. A shiver runs down Shouyou’s spine and he whines as Kageyama’s hand moves to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the short hair there.
Kageyama tastes like weed, and feels like heaven, and it’s intoxicating. Shouyou shifts forward with a moan that gets lost in the other boy’s mouth, widening his legs slightly as they part with a quiet noise. They’re both panting, lips cherry-red and spit-slicked. Shouyou chuckles breathlessly, says “Fuck. I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea.”
Kageyama fucking whines at the admission, his throat working as his hands shake against Shouyou’s neck. Shouyou ducks forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, his cheek, just because he can. Kageyama leans his head back in response, exposing his neck, and the posture sends a flash of raw, molten heat down Shouyou’s spine as he presses frantic, open mouthed kisses under the other boy’s jaw.
One of Kageyama’s strong hands grips the back of his neck, the other falling down to squeeze at his thigh as he shifts his hips up with a moan. Shouyou scrapes his teeth across the velvety skin under Kageyama’s jaw, sucking it into his mouth and drawing a whine out of the other boy. He swears under his breath as Kageyama’s blunt nails scrape at his inner thigh, fingertips just dipping under his shorts. He can feel himself getting hard, hot arousal unfurling in his stomach and spreading throughout his body like a wildfire.
Shouyou shifts forward in Kageyama’s lap, feeling fingers skating up his sides over his t-shirt, and drags his nails up the other boy’s scalp from the base of his neck. They make out quietly for a second, Shouyou gasping into the setter’s mouth as their breaths fill the silence. Kageyama nibbles on his bottom lip, and Shouyou twists his fingers in dark hair, pulling harder than he meant to. The boy under him jolts, moaning as his fingers dig into Shouyou’s thigh momentarily, and Shouyou pulls out of the kiss with an apologetic frown.
“Fuck, sorry, that must have hurt.” Shouyou pulls away to look into Kageyama’s eyes, finds him slack-jawed, lips shining with spit and a flush high on his cheeks. The other boy swallows, then moves his hand further up Shouyou’s thigh. Shouyou sighs, a shiver tingling across his skin as he cards his fingers through Kageyama’s hair.
“Do it again.” Kageyama implores, eyes serious.
“Wha- but didn’t it hurt?” Shouyou tilts his head, confused when Kageyama nods.
“Please?” Shouyou feels his eyes widen, because since when does Kageyama say please to him, before he steels himself and leans back in to kiss the blushing boy. He slips his tongue out, Kageyama letting him in with a breathy sigh as their tongues slide against each other, and reaches back up into the setter’s hair.
For a minute he just twirls the strands between his fingers, settling more heavily into Kageyama’s lap, before he tugs gently on them. Kageyama breaks away from the kiss, levelling him with an exasperated look.
“I don’t wanna hurt you!” Shouyou exclaims indignantly.
“Literally last week you tried to kick my legs out from underneath me because I wouldn’t buy you a milk box.” Kageyama raises an eyebrow, digging his fingers into Shouyou’s side and making him squirm.
“Well, yeah, but this is different!” Shouyou glares petulantly at the other boy, but his intensity is dampened by the fact that he’s trailing the back of his knuckles lovingly over Kageyama’s cheekbone.
“Dumbass, hurting me is kind of the whole point.” Kageyama looks away from Shouyou’s eyes, cheeks colouring with embarrassment. Shouyou guides his chin back up with a grin and kisses him sweetly, sliding his hands back into the other’s hair.
They kiss for a moment, noses knocking gently together, before Shouyou fists his hand in Kageyama’s hair and pulls.
Kageyama definitely has a thing for having his hair pulled, because he moans into Shouyou’s mouth; these breathy, little things that make Shouyou feel like he’s been struck by lightning, tugging harder on the silky hair in his fist with a pant.
“Oh, fuck.” Kageyama pants as Shouyou yanks his head back by his hair, whining high in his throat as the redhead sucks harshly on his neck. He slides his hands underneath Shouyou’s top, long fingers skirting across his abdomen before stopping on his hips. His hands are warm, large, calloused palms framing Shouyou’s hips perfectly, and Shouyou loses himself in the heat of it, licking a stripe up Kageyama’s neck before suckling on his jaw.
One of Kageyama’s hands tugs him away from his neck and clashes their mouths together again and they exchange hot, messy kisses, hips shifting against each other. Shouyou draws away to lick teasingly over Kageyama’s kiss-bitten lips, before sucking the bottom one into his mouth and sinking his teeth gently into the flesh. Kageyama moans loudly, high in his throat, fingers gripping the smaller boy’s thighs as he tugs him forward and finally aligns their hips.
The feeling of Kageyama’s hot, hard length against his own through their shorts is almost too much to bear, and Shouyou scrambles for purchase on the setter’s biceps as he rocks into him with a whine.
“Fuck, ‘yama, want you so bad.” Shouyou pants out in between hot, open mouthed kisses, feeling Kageyama’s strong hand grip his hair and tug his head back with a low groan. He lets out a broken gasp, air stuttering in his chest, as Kageyama’s teeth scrape against his jugular, hand still fisted in the shorter hair at the back of his head. The other boy sucks harshly on his neck, soothing the bite with his tongue and sending jolts of pleasure skittering across his skin.
It feels like there’s hot, molten lava running through his veins, bubbling in his core, and he grinds his hips down slowly, a low, broken whine ripping out of his throat. Kageyama’s answering moan goes straight to his dick, honey-sweet and breathy as his large hands control Shouyou’s movements.
“Shou, fuck, please.” The taller boy pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his red-rimmed eyes gaze pleadingly into Shouyou’s own. His voice is gravelled and broken from smoke and arousal, and the name he uses sends searing pleasure ripping down Shouyou’s spine.
“Jesus, Kageyama, you look so good right now.” Shouyou brings his hand up to trace the setter’s cheekbone, watching as the blush on his neck travels up to his cheeks. Kageyama catches his wrist, eyes dark as he turns his cheek to kiss Shouyou’s palm. He starts to kiss up Shouyou’s arm, tongue flicking out to taste the tendons of his wrist, and then it’s Shouyou’s turn to blush, eyes darting everywhere but Kageyama’s face.
“Hey, ‘yama, before we do anything else I,” Shouyou takes a steadying breath, “I need you to know that I like you. Have done for a while, so if you think this is gonna be some kind of friends with benefits deal, then-“ Shouyou’s ramble is cut short when the other boy leans in and kisses him sweetly. He melts into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, and when they part again they lean their foreheads together, breaths mingling.
“Don’t be stupid. I like you too,” Kageyama knocks his head lightly against Shouyou’s “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t.”
Shouyou grins, mashing their mouths together enthusiastically. Kageyama pushes him back a little bit so they can kiss properly, laughing into his mouth and nudging their noses together. The look the setter gives him when they part is so fond that Shouyou has to swallow, forcing the words I love you back into his heart.
“Call me Tobio.” Kageyama snaps his mouth shut, like he hadn’t been meaning to say that, and scowls when Shouyou grins. Shouyou cards his fingers through dark hair fondly, bites his lip to stop himself from chuckling at the other boy’s grumpy reaction.
“Okay, Tobio, can I take your hoodie off?” Shouyou teases, smirking as the other boy flushes at his directness. Kageyama nods, smiling shyly with his lip caught between his teeth, and Shouyou is so in love. He takes a steadying breath just in case he does something really embarrassing like cry all over his best friend (boyfriend?), before shifting back slightly to get a hand between them.
He glances up at Kageyama for approval before slipping his hands underneath the other boy’s hoodie. The setter’s skin is warm against his fingertips, and he feels his abs clench as Shouyou trails them upwards. Swallowing, he shoves the hoodie up, Kageyama reaching behind himself to tug it over his head, and stares hungrily at the expanse of skin that’s been revealed.
His throat clicks loudly in the silence as he swallows, mouth suddenly dry as his eyes wander over sharp clavicles and toned abs. His fingers twitch with the urge to touch, tongue wetting his lips, so he does. He feels Kageyama shiver as he trails a finger along his collarbone, down his chest. He swipes his thumb over a nipple, watches it harden with fascination as Kageyama gasps quietly.
He leans his head down, mouthing at Kageyama’s chest, and feels the other boy shake as he laps over his nipple. He lets his teeth graze it slightly and feels the other boy harden even more against him, large hand coming up to pet at his hair as Kageyama’s hips buck up with a surprised moan. Interesting.
He trails his hand down, feeling over Kageyama’s abs as he grinds his hips down frantically, sucking at Kageyama’s jaw. His dick is straining in his shorts, desperate for some relief, and he almost sobs at the contact, digging his nails into Kageyama’s hips. The other boy’s hands rest on his ass, squeezing as they guide his movements, and he thinks he could live in this moment forever.
He slows his movements, trailing his fingertips at the waistband of Kageyama’s shorts. He hears the setter’s breath hitch as their eyes meet, before Kageyama nods slowly, eyes dark and cheeks flushed. Shouyou licks his lips before leaning in to kiss the other boy, tugging on Kageyama’s shorts. Kageyama lifts his hips up so that Shouyou can pull them off properly, breaking away from the kiss to drop them off of the side of the bed.
When he looks back, Shouyou has to take several moments to thank the gods that he got to see this before he died. Kageyama is sprawled back against the wall, legs spread and dick straining against his boxers with a flush high on his cheeks. He gazes at Shouyou with arousal, lidded eyes beckoning as he bites his lip. He lets it go again, blood rushing to fill the area, and Shouyou suddenly has to touch him.
He comes forward between the taller boys legs, leaning up to make out with him sloppily as he trails fingers over the head of his dick through his boxers.
“Fuck, Tobio, if you could see yourself…” Shouyou breaks from the kiss with a pant, their foreheads leaning together. A string of saliva connects their lips, and it sends blood rushing to Shouyou’s dick. “You’re so beautiful.” Kageyama moans brokenly at the praise, hips bucking and eyes slipping closed.
“Please, Shou.” Kageyama’s head tips back against the wall, and Shouyou leans in to lap at his neck, sucking marks onto his clavicles as his fingers smooth up his clothed dick. “Wanna, -ah, feel you.”
Shouyou doesn’t need to be told twice. He tugs Kageyama’s boxers down, the other boy’s dick bobbing slightly as it’s set free. He has a moment to think that it’s pretty, of course it’s pretty, flushed pink and dripping against Kageyama’s stomach, before Kageyama is tugging at his own shorts, urging him to take them off. He pulls away to drop his shorts and boxers to his ankles and pull his shirt over his head before climbing back onto the bed and fitting himself between the setter’s thighs.
He smooths his hands up Kageyama’s strong thighs, scraping his nails against the pale skin as Kageyama moans noisily into his ear.
“Remind me to blow you one day.” Shouyou says absentmindedly as he stares at the small welts that have risen on Kageyama’s skin. Kageyama stares at him, eyes wide, but Shouyou keeps his eyes trained on the other boy’s thighs.
“So sensitive.” He murmurs, trailing a fingertip across a raised pink line, and Kageyama’s hips shift, his dick twitching as he curls a hand around the back of Shouyou’s neck and drags him forward.
“Shouyou, if you don’t touch me soon I think I might actually die.” Kageyama rushes out in between kisses, fingertips trailing down his abdomen to just above where his cock is resting. He scratches his nails down Shouyou’s chest as he goes, and Shouyou moans as the pain mingles with pleasure, heightening his arousal.
Shouyou leans his forehead against Kageyama’s, groaning into the space between them as one of the setter’s large hands wraps around his dick. The feeling of Kageyama’s warm, calloused palm against him is otherworldly, and he bucks up into him with a breathless whine. He shifts slightly so he can get a hand between them and smooths his hand up the other boy’s cock, passing his thumb over the head. Kageyama moans, pretty lips parted, and Shouyou sucks the bottom one into his mouth as he sets a rhythm with his hand.
He lets it go with a quiet, wet pop, and Kageyama tilts his head back against the wall, throat working as he pushes up into Shouyou’s slick palm. Marks are starting to bloom on his warm skin, under his jaw and across his collarbones, and his neck shines with sweat as his adam’s apple bobs. He parts his lips and darts his tongue out to wet them as he breathes harshly.
“Shou, I- fuck, I’m not gonna last.” Kageyama’s intense, bloodshot eyes meet his, pupils blown wide, and Shouyou curses under his breath as the other boy strokes up his cock.
“Tobio, oh my god.” Shouyou keens, twisting his wrist and watching as the other boy’s hips fuck into him, a moan ripping out of his throat. “You’re so good, you make me feel so good.” Kageyama’s mouth drops open, the hand on Shouyou’s cock speeding up at the praise as he moans wildly.
“So fucking beautiful, Jesus.” Shouyou shuffles closer, holding himself up with a hand propped against the wall by Kageyama’s ear, and fucks into the other boy’s fist, leaning in to kiss his spit-slicked lips. He feels Kageyama’s breathing speed up, feels the moment his jerks turn frantic, and smirks.
“You gonna come, pretty boy?” Kageyama’s eyes roll back into his head, hips stuttering as he comes with a sob, white ropes shooting onto his and Shouyou’s chests. Shouyou works him through it, squeezing his cock, and he watches in wonder as Kageyama’s pretty lashes flutter against his cheeks and he comes back to himself. His eyes open to slits before his hand is back on Shouyou’s dick, and then Shouyou is coming with a surprised shout, scrabbling for purchase on Kageyama’s shoulders as the world fades away to white and his orgasm rips through him like a freight train.
When he comes around again, Kageyama’s hand is petting his hair, fingers threading through the sweaty strands. He lifts his head from where it had been resting against the setter’s clavicle and offers Kageyama a wobbly smile.
“That was…” Shouyou trails off, cheeks pinking as he gazes into Kageyama’s eyes happily.
“Yeah.” Kageyama leans in to kiss him with a chuckle, before gently rolling Shouyou off of him and walking to the bathroom on shaky legs. He comes back with a washcloth, wiping away their come from Shouyou’s chest before lobbing the soiled cloth in the hamper and climbing back into bed, dragging them both under the covers.
He gathers Shouyou up in his arms, and they lie on their sides, noses touching as they smile sleepily at each other.
“Hey, Tobio, don’t fall asleep.” Shouyou brings a hand up to poke at the other boy’s nose. Kageyama makes a grumpy noise, scrunching his nose up like a bunny, and Shouyou has to stop himself from cooing. He grins stupidly at the other boy instead, poking him again. Kageyama’s eyes open to slits, and he glares at him.
“Are we, uh, are we dating now?” Shouyou stares intensely at the setter’s chin, scared of the answer he’s going to receive. Kageyama shoves at his face before drawing him more firmly into his arms, fingers tangling in the shorter boy’s hair.
“Obviously, dumbass.” Shouyou breathes a sigh of relief as he sees his own fondness reflected back at him in Kageyama’s eyes. He shuffles forward, places a gentle kiss to the other boy’s lips and then tucks his head under Kageyama’s chin, nuzzling into his collarbone. Kageyama draws him tightly into his chest, and Shouyou thinks that nothing could beat this feeling.
Not even winning Nationals.