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Tooru Oikawa was horny.
Like- really horny.
It had been approximately 7 months and 28 days since Tooru had ran his hands down another mans body, specifically his boyfriend’s, and he’s itching to get some contact.
His team had just come back from nationals, promising the world their spot in next years olympics. The victory had been celebrated for a good week and a half, full of clubbing, and bar hopping, and plenty of strange men and women trying to coax Tooru into bed. But he held strong, just as he had for the past 8 years (well - if you don’t count the cactus he made out with in a public restroom one lonely night - but nobody, let alone his boyfriend, will ever get the pleasure of hearing that story). It wasn’t like he had to resist the urge to sleep with these people, why would he want to throw away a perfectly healthy and loving relationship with his boyfriend for a quick lay.
Plus, none of these strangers could ever even compete for first place in Tooru’s heart. Not against Hajime Iwaizumi.
Hajime had been with him since they were in grade school, the boys tiptoeing around the topic of love as they got older. As far as they were concerned, boys couldn’t date boys. But when their best friends told them they were dating, it suddenly felt like a new door, an opportunity, that had been longed hoped to be discovered. Suddenly, girls didn’t interest Tooru anymore. He only had one true romantic interest in mind, and that was his vice-captain and long time best friend.
When Tooru confessed his love to his best friend two weeks after they lost to Shiratorizawa in their third year of high school, suddenly his crush was no longer. He had a boyfriend. A boyfriend. It felt so weird back then to say it in his head, let alone out loud. Now it came off too easily.
Tooru had worried that their relationship would be torn apart, with both of them being thousands of miles apart at college. After all, that’s what people have always told both of them, long distance relationships never last.
But the world hasn’t met Tooru Oikawa and Hajime Iwaizumi, two very hard headed lovers who would never back down from a challenge.
Their visits were frequent at first, or, as frequent as both of them could get. At the start of Tooru’s career and Hajime’s first semester in college, it was a plane trip every other week. And most of the visits were spent in one of two’s bed (or bathroom, or couch, or kitchen counter if they were feeling creative). They’d stay for a day or two and fly back. But as the years progressed, their visits began getting pushed back longer and longer. Now Tooru was the captain of his national volleyball team and Hajime was finishing up his last year for his undergraduates degree. But it’d never been this long. They’d never even gone 5 months apart, and now it’s been 7.
It wasn’t supposed to be. Tooru had nationals coming up and Hajime had midterm exams to study for and they promised to plan to visit once both of them were free. But it’s been two weeks since Hajimes exams ended, and three since Tooru came back from nationals.
They’ve been dating for a good 8 years now, and in February it’ll be 9, not that Tooru was counting or anything. 9 happy years, Tooru thinks, his back hits the door to his room and he sighs heavily. His hand finds his hair and he runs his fingers through his sweaty locks.
9 years.
7 months and 28 days.
Fuck, Tooru had to get his hands on Hajime.
He pulls out his phone and comes face to face with his lock screen. It was a picture of both of them that Tooru had took a few years back, Hajime asleep peacefully with his head resting on Tooru’s chest. The corner of Tooru’s face was in it too, but it was covered by the time at the top. He had looked so peaceful and adorable, Tooru took the risk of getting slugged in the face to take the picture. It wasn’t until a few weeks after Hajime had noticed it on the phone. He only got a smack to the back of the head, thankfully. His home screen was even better.
His home screen was a silhouette picture he took of Hajime when his boyfriend had surprised him with a day trip to Newport a few years back. A day on the beach, just the two of them, it had apparently been planned for Iwaizumi’s spring break. Iwaizumi planned a trip just for the two of them. And Tooru loved it.
Iwaizumi’s body was blacked out as he stood in front of the water, the sun illuminating the sky with deep oranges and reds, yellows that reflected off the distant waters. It was beautiful, and Tooru was quick to snap a picture. He huffed out a low laugh as he opened his messages app.
[11:37] Tooru: Iwa-chan~
[11:37] Tooru: can we ft pleaseeee
[11:38] Iwa-chan<3: not now shittykawa , omw to the gym
[11:38] Tooru: oho~ that’s even better, i love seeing my iwa all hot and sweaty ;)
[11:38] Iwa-chan<3: ew
[11:38] Iwa-chan<3: no
[11:38] Tooru: iwaaaaaaaa :(((
[11:39] Iwa-chan<3: i’ll call you when i get back
[11:39] Tooru: before you shower..?
[11:39] Iwa-chan<3: no.
[11:39] Tooru: mean iwa-chan! please!
[11:39] Iwa-chan<3: no.
[11:39] Tooru: 🥺🥺
[11:40] Iwa-chan<3: ...
[11:40] Iwa-chan<3: fine
[11:40] Tooru: thank you iwa-chan~ ;)
[11:40] Iwa-chan<3: whatever
Tooru slipped his phone back into his pocket, a satisfied smile on his lips. The smile was short lived, however, and another sigh slipped from his mouth. His hands found his hair and he pulled instinctively, a habit he’d realized he’d acquired from Hajime back in their high school days.
He couldn’t keep doing this. Facetime wasn’t cutting it. They’d facetimed multiple times a week, but it’s not enough. Tooru didn’t want his Hajime on a screen, he wanted him in person, in the flesh, and he wanted to grab and grasp and bite that flesh. Ok, he’s still horny, but that didn’t change the fact he wanted to see his boyfriend. He looked at his bed, staring at it, wondering when the next time he’d get to see Hajime in that bed. Oh God..what if it was another month- what if they both got busy again? Tooru bit his lip and stepped away from his door, walking to his closet. The doors folded open and his eyes landed on his suitcase.
7 months and 28 days.
7 months.
“Fuck it,”
*****
Tooru sat with his hands in his lap, earbuds in his ears blocking out the sound of loud snoring from the very large man beside his and the crying kicking baby behind him. The plane took off 30 minutes ago, and Tooru’s optimistic facade is on the verge of falling.
Shit he actually did it. 3 hours ago it was just a silly thought Tooru had fabricated up in his lonely, horny brain, but no, it was real. He’s actually on a straightaway flight from Argentina to California. The airport in San Juan was already a hassle, being crowded and multiple people asking “Oh my God, are you Tooru Oikawa?!”, but he was trying to mentally prepare himself for the literally Hell that was Irvine Airport. His stomach twisted just thinking about it. The baby behind him kicked his seat again and he took a deep breath.
12 more hours. That’s it, 12 more hours and he would be able to surprise his boyfriend at his apartment. Hajime had moved out of his dorm last year, saying he had outgrown his immature roommates a long time ago. And if Tooru was being honest, he really wasn’t going to miss his boyfriends roommates, who always seemed like Hajime’s business was somehow their business as well. Tooru had only been to the apartment once since Hajime moved, and boy, the permanent absence of Isaiah and Connor was quite refreshing.
Another kick, and Tooru had to grit his teeth to prevent himself from turning around and having some fowl words with the brats mother. He sighed through his nose and closed his eyes as a random playlist continued shuffling his music. The Frank Ocean song that was playing (courtesy of Iwaizumi) ended, and a Selena song began playing. It was one Tooru was quite familiar with, being the same song he’d lay on his bed with his earbuds in, staring at the ceiling and longing for Hajime to be there with him.
“I could lose, my heart tonight~” it sang through Tooru’s earbuds, “If you don’t turn and walk away,”
Tooru smiled and leaned his head back against the cushioned headrest on the seat, his window beside him closed due to constant motion sickness, and the uncertainty of watching the clouds so close.
With his eyes closed, the music filling his ears and blocking out the rest of the noise around him, his mind began to fantasize. His thoughts turning to Hajime, nothing but Hajime. Hajime would be so surprised when he saw him there, Tooru would just smile and say something snarky to push his buttons. Hajime would pull him into a hug, then a kiss. Then the kiss would deepen.
His hands would reach to pick him up bridal style, their lips never separating. He’d carry them both to his bed where he’d throw Tooru down, yanking his shorts off and bringing his underwear down with them. Hajime would slip his shirt off and throw it to the side alongside Toorus pants. He’d let Tooru suck his fingers before plunging them into him. Tooru would moan and wiggle but Hajime would put a firm hand on his hip, grounding him to the bed. He’d pull his own pants down and stroke himself as he stretched Tooru. Tooru’s fingers find the sheets and grip hard, nails digging into soft cotton. When Hajime is done stretching him he’d slip his dick in without warning, making Tooru gasp and moan like a fucking pornstar. And Hajime would pound into him over and over and over and-
Fuck.
Tooru’s eyes shot open and his gaze immediately fell to his lap. A tent now filled his athletic shorts and Tooru groaned in embarrassment. He took his legs and squeezed them tightly together, trying his best to go unnoticed. Thank God the large man beside him was still, very loudly snoring but, asleep, Tooru hoped he stayed like that until the plane landed, or just until his hard on went down.
He sighed and closed his eyes again, this time, straying away from the Hajime thoughts. Though, it was quite hard when the same song continued to play.
“Como yo podriá amar a ti,” she sang “So I should, keep this to myself, and never let you know,”
“I could fall in love, with you,”. Tooru mouthed the words to himself, the day on the beach in Newport filling his mind. Hajime on the sand, toes just grazing the water. He turns and looks at the camera, despite his camera shyness, and smiles. Genuinely smiles. Snap.
“Sir?”
Tooru is snapped from his thoughts and he yanks one of his earbuds out, his eyes landing on the poor flight attendent who’d been trying to get attention. His thighs squeeze tighter togther, his erection taking its sweet ever loving time to go down. He balled his fists and set them in his lap, hopefully unsuspectingly. If the attendent knew, she didn’t show it as she smiled sweetly.
“Would like water or coffee?”
Tooru’s face couldn’t have been more red, genuinely sweet, but no doubt red.
“Water please,” he said through gritted teeth.
The flight attendent just smiled and poured him some water in a small plastic cup and walked off. Tooru chugged it quickly and sighed. God, he didn’t know if he’d make it these last 12 hours. His heart was anxious to see his Iwa-chan (and so was his dick apparently) and the child behind him kicked his seat again. Another sigh and his hand raised to return the earbud to his ear.
9 years.
7 months.
12 hours.
*****
Three loud knocks. Fists balled up so tight Tooru’s knuckles were white gripping his suitcase. Saying that flight was miserable would be an understatement. The child continued kicking behind him, and once he noticed it was bothering Tooru, he began kicking harder and more frequently. The large man beside him was in and out of consciousness, when he was awake however, he was calling any flight attendants attention for more peanuts and or soda. Tooru’s back was killing him, and his earbuds have been through so much, shuffling the same playlist six times.
Another three knocks and the jet lag soon melted from Tooru’s body, the realization of “Holy shit, I actually did it, i’m really here,” finally kicked in. He was here, in California, about to surprise the shit out of his boyfriend.
He wasn’t gonna lie, it did kinda hurt having no one there at the airport waiting for him. He’d never done this before. He was shit when it came to keeping secrets, so he always spoiled it before he got there and Hajime was always there waiting. But he held strong this time, keeping his thumb away from the messages app as he bit his lip.
But he was here, and it was 9:22 at night. Which means Iwa-chan is either asleep, or trying to sleep and ignoring the pounding at the door. Tooru had to call Makki to make sure he had the right apartment, it would be more than embarrassing if he showed up at some other poor sap’s door. He took a deep breath and knocked another three times, this time there was a thud behind the door.
“Shit- who the- fuCk beats on someone’s door at 9 at night?” he heard a muffled voice say behind the wood as he made his way over. Just his voice being so close made Tooru’s heart swoon, his bit his lip harder and stopped bouncing on his feet.
The sound of multiple locks unfastened and the door swung open, revealing an obviously tired Hajime, who’s night shirt was half tucked-, and pajama pants hung over his bare feet. Hajime eyes were half closed, dark bags under his eyes as he yawned, his hand raising to run over his face. He groaned, and Tooru kept his chuckle, as the sudden rude awakening prevented Hajime from seeing who it was.
“Mhmm..what is it?” he mumbled through half lidded lashes. Tooru didn’t say anything at first, just stood there smirking. He let go of his suitcase and put his hands in his shorts pockets. He took in the beautiful sight of his boyfriend, an image he’s been robbed of for 7 months and 28 days. He huffed a laugh.
“Wow Iwa-chan, I at least thought I’d get a hug first,” he said slyly. Hajime just stood there, eyes still half closed as he stared at the person in front of him. Tooru watched the cogs turn in Hajime’s brain, and as soon it clicked his eyes opened wide, exhaustion suddenly not an issue anymore. Hajime’s eyes stared at Tooru’s face, then shifted from his head to his feet, to his suitcase, then back up to his face. Tooru smiled sweetly.
“Hi Hajime,”
He was immediantly seized with a tight hug, strong arms bringing Tooru down to be in Hajimes better grasp. Hands grasping desperately to Tooru’s shirt, Hajime buried his face in his shoulder, breathing suddenly picking up and Tooru felt him smile agasint the cloth. Tooru hugged him back, returning it with just as much desperation. Hajime pulled back, a bewildered look on his face as he smiled. His hands came up and gently held Tooru’s face between his rough hands, his thumb caressing the freckled skin.
“It- it’s really you,” he said breathlessly, eyes glossing over and he fell forward, locking their lips together. Tooru just smiled, laughing into the kiss, tears pricking the corners of his own eyes. They stood there in the open doorway of Hajime’s apartment, making up for the missed kisses within their 7 month absence.
Unfortunately, two cannot kiss forever, and Tooru was forced to pull back for air. Hajime chased his lips, settling to rest his forehead against his lovers. Both breathless, they stood there, staring into each other’s eyes.
“I missed you,” Hajime said through soft pants, “so fucking much,”
Tooru giggled, nuzzling his forehead, “I could say the same about you,”
Hajime stayed there staring at him, as if trying to convince himself that, yes, it was in fact Tooru Oikawa standing in front of him, in the flesh. Tooru eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep in the past 15 hours, but that didn’t stop him from hugging his long time best friend and lover tighter than he probably ever had before. Hajime sighed shakily against his neck, trying to bury himself as far into his boyfriend as possible, as if it would ground him, forcing him to stay here and never leave him again.
After what felt like an eternity in each other’s arms, Hajime finally pulled back, looking his boyfriend up and down before directing his attention elsewhere, cheeks flushed pink. He coughed awkwardly, “So uhm, do you wanna come inside?”
Tooru rolled his eyes before gripping the suitcase handle again, “Fianlly! I thought you’d never ask, this hallway is freezing,”
The awkward demeanor changed swiftly into something more comfortable, Hajime being reminded that this wasn’t just some couple who hadn’t seen each other in 7 months. It was them. It’s always been them. Hajime smiled, a scoff and eye roll following it.
“Get your ass in this apartment before I knock that shitty smile off your face,” he growled, no actual threat in his words.
Tooru gasped. “Mean Iwa-chan!” he whined, a playful smirk on his face, earning him a harsh slap on the ass on his way in.
“Now that’s something I didn’t miss,”
Tooru’s head swiveled around to him, “What?”
“That stupid nickname,”
Tooru felt accomplished. Pressing Hajime’s buttons was always his life goal after all. He left his suitcase by the door, slipping his shoes off for respect, and sauntered over to his boyfriend, lacing his fingers in the band of his sweatpants.
“Aw but Iwa, it suits you so well,” he pushed, leaning in to connect their lips once more. Hajime stayed there for a minute, savoring the taste he had been robbed of for months, before he pulled back, stepping out of Tooru’s reach. He smiled at the pout displayed on his boyfriends face.
“Five minutes in and you’re already trying to get in my pants,” he teased.
Tooru winced at the weird wording and whined, “What can I say? I’ve missed you so mu- mpf!” He tried relaying his point with another kiss, but his lips were met with a big strong hand instead. Tooru whined again.
“Nuh uh, you just woke me up at the ass-crack of night,” Hajime says, pushing Tooru’s face back with brute strength (ok maybe Tooru is exaggerating a little). “First tea, then we’ll talk,”
Tooru smiled devilishly against the hand. “And then..?”
Hajime didn’t answer, only pushed Tooru’s face further away as he made his way towards the kitchen.
Tooru ran a hand through his hair before settling down on the couch. It was a deep red, maroon if you asked Hajime, colored couch that was fairly new. Tooru vividly remembered the phone call that day, Hajime was so excited over finding such cheap furniture at a shady furniture store. Tooru had protested when he told him all the weird people he met there on a trip with his (ex) roommates to get a foosball table. When Hajime had moved out, he decided he’d go to the same store, and he just so happened to find that couch. The couch was his favorite piece of furniture in the apartment, Tooru was sure of it. Tooru chuckled to himself thinking about it.
“What’re you laughing at over here?” Hajime asked, re-entering the living room. He set a cup down in front of Tooru on the coffee table, and sat on the opposite side of the couch from Tooru (too far if you asked him). He picked up his cup (it was coffee, Tooru was sure of it, he couldn’t stand the stuff but he knew Hajime loved it) and sighed, taking a long swig of it. Tooru picked up his cup, oolong tea, his favorite, and sipped it.
There was no need to catch up, they text everyday so there was nothing to update the other on. They both just sat there, silence, comfortable silence, and drank their beverages. Hajime cleared his throat.
“So uh, how was the plane ride?”
Tooru sighed, glad SOMEONE had finally asked him.
“It was horrible, Iwa! There was this kid behind me who wouldn’t stop crying and kicking my seat, and the fat oaf who sat beside me snored the whole time, and I swear he was stealing my peanuts when I got up to go to the bathroom! It was awful!”
Hajime just laughed, a deep throaty laugh that Tooru hadn’t heard in a while, not even over the phone. His eyes closed and his crows feet showed, laugh lines beginning to form on his face. Hajime smiled at him, “You should have called me, I would’ve come picked you up from the airport,”.
Tooru gave him a dumb look, “And then what kind of surprise would that be?”
Hajime yawned, “You’ve got a point,”
Tooru watched his face, it looked so tired, but so handsome at the same time. Hajime was a bulky guy, went to the gym regularly, ate fairly healthy (kudos to Tooru), and he was just naturally handsome. Handsome was an understatement. Hajime was smoking. Just thinking about Hajime stretching in the morning was enough for all the blood to run straight down to Tooru’s dick.
“Well, the whole plane ride wasn’t horrible..”
Hajime quirked a brow at him, raising his cup to his lips again.
“Oh yeah?”
“No, because I had my strong sexy boyfriend to think about,”
“Ugh, you’re so weird,” Hajime said, though his red cheeks weren’t easily hidden behind the coffee mug.
“Well don’t worry, because I had to shut those thoughts down early, I may have-”. He didn’t want to say too much, savoring what dignity he had left.
Hajime set his mug down on the coffee table, “And what do you mean by that,”
Tooru’s cheeks flushed a bit and he shrugged, “Nothing,”
Hajime squinted at him for a second, as if trying to read him. “What-“
Then something clicked. Hajime’s face went bright red and his eyes went wide. He leaned forward, closing in on Tooru and Tooru leaned back instinctively.
“Shittykawa,” he said through giggles. The giggles turned to laughter however, belly laughter as he held his stomach. Tooru looked away in embarrassment. He continued to laugh, finally pausing for a breath, he leaned forward again, tears pricking his eyes.
“Shittykawa! Please- hA- please don’t tell me you popped a boner on an airplane thinking about me,” he said, immediately bursting into laughter afterwards.
Welp, there went the rest of his dignity.
“N-no, I didn’t!” Tooru argued, though he knew it was no use lying to the one person who knew him better than his own mother. Hajime cackled with laughter.
“Holy shit! You did, didn’t you?!”
Tooru covered his face in his hands. “Please shut up,” He bit his lip, it really shouldn’t be that embarrassing, considering they’ve been in way worse situations together, but that didn’t stop Tooru from getting flustered.
Hajime continued laughing, until his eyes landed on the sight of his flustered boyfriend, unusually quiet. He stopped laughing and scooted closer.
“ ‘kawa..” when Tooru didn’t answer, Hajime sprung into action, tackling his boyfriend onto his back. Tooru’s head hit the arm of the couch rather hard and he yelped.
“Hajime! What the-“ before he could answer, Hajime’s mouth hit his, tongue immediantly shoved into his mouth. Tooru gasped but melted at the same time, as his hands snaked up Hajime’s arms, that were caging him in on both sides. Tooru’s tongue slid up and for a moment there was a fight, Hajime came out on top and Tooru let a low moan slip into his mouth. Hajime pulled back, the taste of Tooru lingering on his lips. He sighed against Tooru’s freckled skin.
“I was just kidding, ‘kawa, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I think it’s hot you got turned on by just thinking about me,” he mumbled, his voice coming out deep and raspy from his kiss-bitten lips. Tooru’s face went a shade brighter than it was before and - shit, he had gotten hard while they were making out.
He didn’t move his legs to try and hide it, seeming as it would be quite a hard thing to hide when there was 168 pounds of pure hunk pressed tightly on top of him. If he moved it’d be a pure giveaway, and Tooru wasn’t going to give Hajime anymore leverage at this point. He shifted slightly under his boyfriend, nails gently scratching down his broad arms.
Tooru rolled his eyes casually, and leaned up to kiss Hajime’s nose. “Aw~ Hajime being nice for once? So sweet Iwa-chan,” he said slyly. He had to keep up this smug facade for the sake of not getting absolutely wrecked into Hajime’s couch at the moment. Fuck- just the thought of that had his dick jump in his uncomfortably tight underwear.
Hajime’s remorseful expression was quick to fade as his lovers playful front ruined the moment. He sat up slightly and rolled his eyes. “Way to ruin the mood, dumbass,” he groaned, pinching Tooru’s hip and making his hips buck up into him. Tooru’s face flushed instantly.
So much for subtle.
Hajime’s glare fell down to Tooru’s and he chuckled, now sitting up fully and straddling his lovers hips below him. “Oh ho~ are you hard right now?”
Tooru sighed, knowing lying wasn’t an option and being embarrassed wasn’t getting him laid tonight, so he went with the option he knew how to do best. His hips raised sharply, his clothed dick hitting Hajime’s, and causing a small gasp to fall from his lovers mouth.
“And if I was..” Tooru said slyly, his words slow as he sat up slowly, hand snaking up under Hajime’s cotton night shirt and tracing the muscle that Tooru had longed for. He reached up, grabbing Hajime’s neck and pulling him down roughly so his lips just barely grazed his earlobe. His harsh whisper sent shivers running down Hajime’s spine instantly.
“What are you going to do about..?”
Wide olive-grey eyes met his and looked all over his face before Hajimes mouth twisted into a sinister grin, all teeth, and Tooru felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through his body. Tired? Tooru? Nah, he wasn’t the least bit tired. How could he be tired when there were more important activities at hand.
Hajime’s lips met his again, this time softer, less rushed than the last one. A kiss that brought Tooru back to their last year in high school, when they’d lay on Hajimes bed watching a movie. Tooru would sit between his lovers legs, eyes fixated on the giant Lizard destroying Tokyo (he’s seen it so many times, it’s Hajimes favorite). A light kiss would be pressed to the back of his neck gently and Tooru would smile. Then another, and another, moving up the side of his neck, to his jawline, his cheek, temple, then a large warm hand would slowly come up and tilt his head to the side, just enough for said lips to meet Tooru’s. The kiss was soft and slow, just lips pressed against each other, but it was warm and extravagant. It made fireworks burst in Tooru’s chest, his own heart blasting in his ears. The way their mouths fit perfectly together was still a wonder, but it only pushed that thought of soulmates further and further into Tooru’s head.
Hajime’s lips kept pressing further and further, Tooru’s poor head being pinned to the arm rest. The slowness of the kiss began shifting to something more heated. Tooru opened his mouth slightly, urging Hajime further. Hajime got the message and slipped his tongue in with ease.
This. These intimate moments with his lover. Tooru wanted everyday like this. Every morning, he wanted to wake up with Hajime curled up next to him. Every night he wanted him in his arms. At the end of everyday, he wanted to come home to Hajime. All he wanted was Hajime. Hajime Hajime Hajime.
He smiled agasint Hajime’s warm touch and raised his hands to run under Hajimes shirt, shamelessly feeling his boyfriend up. His fingers grazed down his exposed hips from his sagging sweatpants, all the way up to just below his pecs. Hajime’s arms, which still had Tooru pinned on both sides, lowered himself down so that his upper half was pressed tightly against his chest, his knees supporting the rest of his weight. His large hands slipped to Tooru’s hips, pulling him down so his back was flat against the couch (ugh thank you Hajime).
Hajime pulled back from the kiss, this time Tooru was the one chasing his lips, catching them for a quick second before Hajime leaned back again. Tooru whined, “Iwaaaa, why’d you stop?”
Hajime grunted, hands still firmly planted on his boyfriends hips. “Hmpf- wearing too many clothes,” he grumbled, quickly yanking on Tooru’s gym shorts. They didn’t come all the way down so Tooru took the liberty of slipping them past his knees, letting Hajime take them fully off. The t-shirt came next, coming off his head with a fluff of his hair. Hajime tossed it next to his shorts on the floor and made a grab for his underwear next, swooping down and stealing another passionate kiss. A firm hand stopped him. He glared down at his boyfriend.
Tooru blinked innocently up at his lover, “Ah ah~ I’ll take these off when yours come off,” he says, hand tugging at his night shirt. Hajime rolled his eyes with a childish pout, a small giggle threatening to spill from Tooru’s mouth.
But his hands came up to pull his night shirt over his head with a quick swipe, throwing it on top of Tooru’s discarded clothes. As he slipped his sweatpants off, Tooru took a hot minute to admire the piece of art that happened to be the love of his life.
Hajime’s form was..thick. Yeah, that’s the best word to describe it. He was pretty built in high school, but ever since he got to college, the gym was his regular setting. Most times Tooru called him he was either leaving or on the way to the gym, and holy shit- it was really showing now. His pecs were practically bulging, and his biceps were even thicker than Tooru had remembered. His thighs were so fucking sculpted Tooru had to swallow his saliva. Everything about him was just - beautiful. Perfect. Godlike. The only other person that Tooru could think of that was that big was that Fukurodani player- what was his name? Koutarou? Anyways what he was trying to say is that he was big. Speaking of big, the only piece of clothing left on Hajime was his underwear.
Tooru, thoughts of his bulky boyfriend getting to his head, retracted his hand from Hajimes shirt and yanked him down by the neck for kiss. Unlike the last, this one was sloppier and more needy. A kiss that spoke for itself, saying, ‘if you don’t hurry the fuck up i swear-‘. Hajime grunted against Tooru, and for a second he felt bad for being so rough with his Hajime, but a quick rut of masculine hips against his waved off any worried thought he had. Hajime was enjoying this. Tooru groaned into the kiss and pulled him further down.
Hajime pulled back however, hovering over his overly horny boyfriend. His hair was disheveled, and he was panting lightly, a (rather large if Tooru did say so himself) bulge was very noticeable in his boxer briefs. He had a half smile on his kiss-bitten lips, and his eyes were staring holes into Tooru’s. Tooru smiled devilishly.
“Oh- and who’s popping the boner now?” He quipped, jutting his hips forward in a thrusting motion. Hajime groaned against the contact and rolled his eyes, immediantly landing on Tooru’s with a equally evil grin. He grabbed Tooru’s own erection his his hand with a twisting motion, a loud moan of pleasure in return.
“Still you,” he teased back, sitting up and leaning over Tooru and the arm to the couch to fumble around in the side table drawer. Hajime’s beautifully sculpted stomach was in Tooru’s face, and his eyes traveled down the tan skin to his dick, still fully hard, sitting (most likely uncomfortably) in his underwear.
Well we can’t have our Iwa uncomfortable now can we?
Tooru unashamedly grabbed his boyfriend’s dick and stroked it through the bright blue cloth. Hajime’s whole body tensed up instantly and he groaned, masking it with a huff. “F-fuck-“ he grumbled, grabbing what he needed and sitting back down in between Tooru’s legs. His dick was now out of reach and Tooru pouted. His lip were then taken between his teeth when he realized the cherry flavored lube his boyfriend was holding. His dick jumped once again in his now skin tight underwear.
“Shit- the condoms are in the bedroom I think. I’ll be right back and-“ his statement was short lived, as Tooru’s hand found it’s way to his hair and he pulled him down into a very lively kiss. He sighed into his and rested his forehead against Hajimes.
“No- don’t need it,” he mumbled, meeting eager lips once again. Hajime pulled back with curious eyes, and it was Tooru’s turn to roll his.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had your dick inside me?” Tooru asked, not really looking for the answer. His hand traveled down Hajime’s sides and slipped into his underwear, nails gently scratching at his hips. He leaned up, their dicks touching for just a moment and making them both moan. Tooru’s eyes met Hajimes, and Hajime saw an emotion he had yet to see in these past months.
Lust.
Desire.
So so much of it.
He hadn’t noticed it too much before, but he had his boyfriend laid out in such a sexy way. His clothes off and underwear straining, exposing tanned, muscular skin. Untouched skin, might he add. His hair was also a mess, and he was panting too, but not like Hajime. Tooru was panting like a fucking pornstar. Eyes wide and dilated, waiting for Hajime to take action, any action really. Hajime swallowed and stared back at his boyfriend with equal determination. He’d be damned if he didn’t fuck the ever loving shit out of his boyfriend tonight.
Tooru seemed to notice his change in mood and he smiled. “Good, because I wanna feel every part of what I’ve been missing..” he said lovingly, dragging out his syllables. His teeth bit his lip once more as his hand swooped down and cupped Hajimes hard on.
“Every. Part.”
Hajime looked down at his lover, sweat now beading his forehead, and he nodded. He popped the cap on the lube and Tooru preened. “That’s a good Iwa-chan~”
Ugh, Hajime hated to admit it, but he was a sucker for Tooru Oikawa. The man could give him any order and he’d oblige without hesitation. Hell, he could tell him to get on his knees and beg like a cock-slut and he’d do it no questions asked. But he loved him. So fucking much.
Hajime leaned down to kiss his boyfriend, fingers on one hand already coated with a reasonable amount of lube and warming up the substance, the other hand pulling Tooru’s underwear down past his knees. The kiss moved off Tooru’s mouth and down his jawline to his neck, leaving a trail of dark bruises along the way. His index pressed against Tooru’s entrance.
Hajime pulled back, eyes suddenly very serious. “Is this ok?”
Tooru, squirming like a kid at the candy store, whined, “Ugh, yes Iwa! Stop caring so much and fuck me already!”
Hajime gave a deadpanned look at his boyfriend, his loving facade wavering for a second as he retracted his finger. “Shut the fuck up and be patient, I have to stretch you first or this is gonna hurt like a bitch, dumbass,”.
With the feeling of his finger away from his hole, Tooru squirmed more and whined again, “Ah! Sorry Iwa- I-I’ll be patient, I swear-“ he said.
Hajime looked at him for a moment before humming in content. “Good boy,” he said as his finger slowly slipped in to Tooru’s entrance. The deeper he went, the louder Tooru’s moan got. His face was flushed red and he was panting a little harder now. His toes were curled up behind Hajime and his hips wiggled down to get more friction. Hajime’s free hand came up to press against Tooru’s hip, grounding him to the couch.
Once his finger was knuckle deep, he slowly thrusted it in and out, careful not to hurt his love. Tooru panted to the pace of his thrusts, the sound coming out as a chant for more. Hajime missed that sound, and relished it as long as he could. He stopped abruptly and met Tooru’s curious eyes. Fuck-
He looked wrecked.
Hajime swallowed thickly. “Gonna add another now, ok?”
A snarky remark was on the tip of Tooru’s tongue, but he swallowed it down, his patience running thin, but the threat of not getting ANY dick tonight was too much of a risk. So he simply nodded eagerly, letting his head fall back onto the cushion.
Hajime slipped his middle finger in, picking back up the pace as Tooru adjusted to the stretch. He hadn’t had anything up his ass in weeks, his last encounter being that time Iwa sent a half naked pic in the gym bathroom. Tooru had his fingers up his ass for a good 15 minutes trying to get off in the shower to relieve his arousal. But it obviously didn’t cut it. But this. Oh yeah.
“You know,” Hajime panted, interrupting Tooru’s horny thoughts, “It’s been like- seven months since we last did this?”
7 months and 28 days to be exact.
“Ah- shit- really? Didn’t realize it had been so lo-ah- long,” he hissed, Hajime’s finger barely grazing his prostate. He screamed out in pleasure, vision going hazed and mouth agape. Hajime smiled contently and thrusted deeper, hitting that spot every time. Tooru was so caught up in the pleasure he hadn’t realized Hajime had slipped in a third finger, scissoring his way deeper and deeper, and still poking that sweet spot.
Tooru’s hips ground down on his boyfriends fingers, practically begging for more. That warm feeling began bubbling up in his gut and a throaty moan escaped his lips. Apparently, Hajime Iwaizumi was fluent in Shittykawa, and retracted his hand from his boyfriends ass. Tooru gasped at the loss of contact and leaned his head up, hot and pissed.
“Why did you-“ but his words were cut off by the most glorious sight he’s seen in months.
Hajime had yanked his boxer briefs down to his
mid thigh, his fully hard dick now sprung free in the open. Tooru swallowed his words and moaned aloud.
Hajime’s cock was massive. It always had been, showering in the locker room showers after games gave that away a long time ago. Tooru could stare at it all day, it was so enticing. It was long and thick, the girth of it probably eliable for a world record (more Tooru exaggeration everyone). It was a good 10 inches maybe, thick with veins that pulsated every few seconds. His dark pubic hair that covered gave it a blanket, but even then it was mouthwatering. And Tooru was the only one who ever got to enjoy it. Tooru’s ass was basically moulded to fit Hajime’s dick. And by golly if he wasn’t gonna prove it once again now.
Hajime, beginning to get a little impatient himself, popped the bottle cap open with his thumb and slathered his dick with a worthy amount. He stroked himself generously, eyes fixated on Tooru, who was basically drooling. Tooru whined.
“Fuck- I missed you so much-“ he whined, but it came out as more of a squeal.
Hajime chuckled, deep and raspy like his morning voice, “Are you talking to me, or my cock?”
Tooru, eyes still trained on his stroking hand, moaned, “Both,”
Hajime’s hand continued stroking, thumb passing over the slit every few seconds and making a line of curses slip from his mouth. Tooru could feel the precum already forming on his own tip and he whined aloud once more.
“Please Iwa, please! I want- I need your cock right now, just- fuck- please fuck me!” He begged, legs spreading wider, urging his lover along. In all honesty, Tooru almost never did this sort of thing (the whole begging and what not) but when you’ve been horny and deprived of your hot boyfriends dick for almost 8 months, these sort of things just happen.
Hajime’s face was bright red, and his hand came to a halt. He let go of his dick and scooted forward, aligning his head with Tooru’s eager hole. Tooru smiled in victory and reached his hands up to wrap around Hajime’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Hajime gladly complied and put one hand on Tooru’s hip, once again grounding him to the couch. The other hand snaked up to caress Tooru’s jaw and cheek. Hajime pulled back, planting a quick kiss to his cheek.
“Ready?” he asked softly, sharp eyes holding his gaze, nothing but lust and care for his boyfriend.
Tooru rolled his eyes playfully, “Yes Iwa, just fucking shove it in already,” he quipped. Hajime glared at him, pinching his hip before pushing his head past Tooru’s not-so-tight ring of muscles. Tooru’s yelp was masked with a moan so loud and slutty it could put a cam girl to shame.
Hajime slowly pushed in further and further until he bottomed out, his voice catching in his throat with a grunt. Tooru was seeing stars, his brain short circuiting from the lack of dick he’s gotten in the past 7 months. Hajimes eyes locked on Tooru’s.
“Let me know when you’re ready for me to move,”
Ah Iwa, so loving and caring, even in this horny and somewhat rushed situation. Tooru wondered how he had gotten so lucky.
“Holy shit- YES HAJIME! Please just- move, please,” Tooru groaned, nails digging into Hajime’s broad arms. Hajime swallowed and nodded, already pulling out.
From an outsiders point of view, Hajime is a brute. What he lacks in height he makes up for in muscle, thighs, calves, arms, chest, hell- even his hands are ripped. The former ace walked around with a grimace on most of the time, eyebrows knitted in what looked like frustration or even anger, as if he had spilt coffee on his laptop this morning. Unless you truly got to know Hajime, you thought he was a big, scary, mean looking guy.
But he was, quite literally, the total opposite. Hajime had always been caring, when they were little all the way through middle and high school. Fuck- Tooru still gets texts making sure he had eaten breakfast, drank enough water, and gotten enough sleep. He was kind and gentle, always aware of feelings, especially Tooru’s. He read Tooru like a book, and he never rushed things like this. He took his time, and always made sure Tooru was comfortable before they continued. Just as he was doing now.
Hajime slowly pulled out, tip of his cock on the edge, when he snapped his hips back forward, making Tooru gasp. Hajime leaned forward with a wince. “Fuck ‘kawa, you’re so tight,” he groaned.
Well no shit sherlock, I haven’t had dick in 7 months Tooru thought, but kept his eyes and lips sealed.
Hajime held still for a good 20 seconds before repeating that action. Moans now replacing the gasps.
After his third time doing it, Hajime leaned forward in Tooru’s gaze, eyes sparkling and holding Tooru’s world. “God, you’re beautiful,” he gasped before snapping his hips forward again, thighs slapping Tooru’s ass cheeks.
Oh yeah- he did that too. After finding out Tooru had somewhat of a praise kink (it’s not somewhat - it a hardcore kink) Hajime has always spoke nothing but praise to his boyfriend. He’d tell him how pretty he was, or how he amazed Hajime, or even just borderline telling him how good his dick felt buried inside him. The one time Tooru had gotten Hajime to talk ‘dirty’ to him was- kind of a nightmare. He wasn’t made for that sort of thing, at least, not during sex. He was scary enough on the outside as it is.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hips at a halt against Tooru’s, “You’re perfect, literally perfect, I’ve missed you so much,” he practically moaned, slowly starting to pull out again. The pace was unbearable and Tooru’s patience was getting thinner and thinner. Hajime kissed his cheek, then his jaw and groaned, hot breath against Tooru’s collarbone. Tooru rolled his head to the side, sighing shakily.
He missed this. He missed him. So fucking much.
Tooru’s hands stop clawing Hajime’s arms and went to his hair, fingers weaving through the soft and sweat damp locks, halting Hajime’s movements. Their gaze locked once more and Tooru smiled, lazily and only half fucked out of his mind.
“How did I get so lucky?” he panted. His chest rose and fell with his light pants and Hajime’s eyes sparkled as he watched him. He opened his mouth to say something, face twisted into something serious. Tooru knew that face to be one of seriousness, he only ever made that face when he needed to tell Tooru something important or how he was feeling. But oddly, Hajime averted his gaze and shut his mouth, light blush painting his cheeks up to his ears and down past his collarbone.
Before Tooru could question it, strong hips snapped back forward, cutting off his curiosity with a shriek. Any thoughts about Hajime’s mystery words were forgotten.
The pace was faster now. A lot faster. The pace Tooru prefers their fucking sessions to be. His hands fell from the dark locks to scratch back down his lovers back, no doubt leaving marks for tomorrow’s scenery. The room was now filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy panting and moans from both parties and the slap of ones sweat slick skin against the others. Hajime’s hips pressed further and further into Tooru’s thighs and he continued with his ruthless pace, animalistic grunts escaping his parted lips.
“Yes, yes, yes, please - oh god- yes Hajime! Please Hajime more, please, fuck-“ Tooru whined, head now hitting the armrest of the couch with every thrust. Tooru could feel every inch of Hajime’s cock slide against his walls, only to return with more power and speed than the last. Tooru moaned at a higher octave than before and dug his nails deeper into his lovers back, just as Hajime’s dick hit a certain spot. He shrieked out.
“Ah! Fuck yes Hajime! Please, right there! Fuck-please do that again!” He begged, just now noticing the bruising grip his lover had on his hips. Hajime released his grip from one of his hips, only to lift Tooru’s leg onto his shoulder, then his hand was right back on the tanned, probably already bruising, skin. He immediately picked up where he left off, thrusts still quick and sharp, but with this new found angle, hitting Tooru’s prostate with every thrust.
His moans were fast and out of breath, he might as well been shrieking. And Hajime was drinking it up. Every sound, every pant, every jolt of his body, Hajime lapped it up eagerly, face flushed and out of breath himself. He tried kissing every inch of skin he could, making up for lost time, licking and nibbling here and there. Tooru was losing his mind, and sure enough, that warm sensation began bubbling up in his stomach. One hand climbed Hajime’s nail scratched back and sharply tugged his lovers hair, causing a deep throaty moan to escape him.
“A-Ah, close,” he panted, hand still dug in the dark locks of his childhood best friend. Hajime gasped aloud. Instead of his thrusts getting sloppier, as they usually did when he was reaching his end as well, his thrusts got quicker and more precise, driving his dick unbelievably deeper into his prostate.
Tooru screamed.
He held onto Hajime for dear life, body now sliding more violently against the leathery fabric. The feeling was getting more and more uncontrollable, to the point was Tooru couldn’t take it anymore, and just as he was about to find pleasure in this long awaited release—
“Marry me Tooru!”
All movement stopped. Father time paused the seconds, air coming to a halt around them. Tooru opened eyes that he hadn’t known he’d been closing. His wide and fucked out of his mind eyes met the greyish- now more olive looking against the moonlight- gaze from his lover. Hajime was panting, hard, and that serious expression was back on his face.
“What..?” Tooru practically gasped, chest rising and falling in dangerously fast levels.
Hajime licked his lips and leaned forward, reiterating his sentence.
“Marry me,” he said, more of a whisper than a plea. His hands were still holding Tooru’s hips firmly against the couch, the purpling skin moving with his panting. Tooru stared at him, speechless.
“Hajime..”
“Look I know this- it’s poorly timed and- and I was gonna go ring shopping this week and then surprise you in Argentina, take you out and then pop it all romantic and everything, but then you showed up here, and you- you,” his lover rambled, eyes searching Tooru’s face nervously.
“Hajime,”
“You showed up here, and you - you did that thing to me, that thing you always do to me, you just- you-“
“Hajime-“
“But listen, you were talking about retiring the team in a few years, and this is my last year of college and then I was gonna move back to Miyagi, and all I’ve been able to think about these past months is you, and you and me in our own little house, together and married and it just made me realize, I want to spend everyday of my life with you, Tooru- and you don’t understand bu-“
Tooru cut the jumble of words off with a tug of the head down towards his to kiss his lips. Hajime hesitantly kissed back. Tooru made sure it was a gentle touch, nothing rushed or sloppy, just- gentle. He was using it as a calming technique, it worked quite often with Hajime, letting him know there was no need to worry. He pulled back, lips gently touching the edge of Hajime’s. His eyes fluttered open slightly, meeting Hajime’s still closed ones. He smiled softly.
“I can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that,”
Hajime’s eyes opened, pupils blown wide and face blushed and sweaty. His lips parted slightly, his words not quite making it out. He blinked once, watching Tooru’s face carefully.
“I- what?” he gasped.
Tooru rolled his eyes, “Do I really have to spell it out to you Hajime?” he asked, smoothing his hands over the hot, dampened skin above him, “And you’re supposed to be the smart one…”
His eyes came up to clasp Hajime’s face between his hands, a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile. He leaned up and kissed his lovers nose, his own blush beginning to overcome his freckled skin.
“Yes, I will marry you Iwa-chan,”
Hajime stared down at him, bewilderment overtaking his features, almost as if he were staring at a wild animal. Tooru stared back, not daring to make a joke or smart off, Hajime looked panicked enough already. A smile slowly formed over tanned cheeks, and a very hard kiss was smashed against Tooru’s lips. Tooru met it eagerly, arm coming around to lock Hajime’s neck in place as he pulled his face closer by his hair. Hajime’s grip loosened around his hips, now one hand coming up to cup his lover’s face. Tooru’s lips moved against Hajime’s hungrily, excited, lustful. Every emotion he’s felt throughout the course of this night was playing out in the form of this make out session. They both smiled into the kiss as they pulled back for air, foreheads and noses touching against panting breaths.
“God, I love you,” Hajime gasped through pants, “so fucking much,”
Tooru smiled, tilting his head to the side and nuzzling Hajime’s nose. “Believe me, I love you so much more,”
Hajime rolled his hips into Tooru’s almost (almost) forgotten ass, causing a high pitched moan to escape his mouth. Hajime grinned slyly, “I highly doubt that,”.
It was only then did Tooru realize his dick was still throbbing and hard as a rock between his legs, tip red and swollen from lack of attention. He whined aloud and Hajime seemed to read his mind, sitting back in his former position, Tooru’s leg still thrown over his shoulder.
“That can’t be very comfortable,” he said, matter of factly, thought his words held a hint of sarcasm with them. His hands slid underneath his lover, hands greedily grasping and kneading his ass cheeks. Tooru preened. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
Hajime’s hands pulled his ass cheeks apart, allowing his cock to slide out easily, slick dripping down his thigh, before he plunged back in. Tooru moaned loud and proud, hands coming up to wrap around Hajime’s neck and pull him down into another kiss. Hajime gladly complied, one hand still massaging one of his cheeks, the other coming up to wrap around his lover’s abandoned dick.
He thumbed over Tooru’s slit, a breathy moan falling from his kiss bitten lips, and covered his dick with the unreasonable amount of precum he was leaking. He fisted his cock with a firm, not very harsh, grip, his hand moving with the thrusts of his hips.
That warm twisting feeling was back in Tooru’s gut, and his breath picked up, ragged and quick.
“A-ah- Iwa-ah, I’m - Im close, gah~” he moaned, nails digging into tanned skin. Hajime kept his pace, only sounds from him being his grunts and huffs. The feeling got more and more, to the point where Tooru was moaning and gasping for relief, back arching from the couch.
“Pl-please Iwa- I’m ah-“ he whined, eyes squeezed shut. Hajime’s grip tightened on his dick, he huffed.
“Not yet baby,” he said through strained breaths. His pace was beginning to falter and became sloppier. His hand slipped a bit on his dick. He thrusted up one particularly rough time, causing both of them to moan in unison.
At this rate, Hajime wouldn’t last, and Tooru didn’t know if he could wait. He was panting hard, and it was taking everything in his power not to come long and hard right now. He peeked his eyes open.
Hajime’s face was red all over, his eye brows furrowed in concentration as he tried finishing himself off quickly. Soft grunts left his lips. Tooru could make out his new formed wrinkles he’s beginning to develop under his eyes and on his forehead. He looked so grown up, compared to the high school image Tooru sometimes compared him to in his head. He really had grown to fit his skin, skin tight and tough, he was beautiful. He was everything Tooru had ever hoped for and more, everything he never knew he needed. Someone to call him early in the mornings to tell him to eat a good breakfast before practice. Someone who keeps him up at night because he doesn’t like studying for his last minute Chemistry exam in silence. Someone who sends him dirty texts and pictures randomly in the day when he’s horny, the only one who could tempt Tooru into a bathroom stall to get himself off because he accidentally made him horny too.
Someone who looked at Tooru like he was his everything, like he was the world.
Hajime was his world.
Fuck.
If Hajime wanted him to stick it out so they could finish together- then damnit Tooru was gonna stick it out.
He distracted his impatient mind with a sloppy, off centered kiss, Hajime’s lips planted roughly against his. They both opened their mouth simultaneously, their tongues meeting and wrestling in the hot confinement of the others mouth. Tooru licked his palette, tasting every inch and more of his lovers mouth. Meanwhile, Hajime busied himself lapping up the back of Tooru’s teeth, lips moving against his roughly. Tooru moaned and arched his back further into Hajime. Hajime’s grip was so tight and hard and Tooru was living for it. He pulled back, gasping for air and panting out his moans uncontrollably.
“Ah- ah, ah yEs! Yes! Hajime, Hajime,” he chanted, hand sliding down his sweaty side, pulling him along to thrust further into him with his pace, “Hajime, Hajime, Hajime-“
Hajime kept going and going further and further, hand a mess with how much precum Tooru was releasing. Hajime thrusted up one hard time and moaned himself, leaning forward into Tooru’s face.
“Ok,” he gasped, kissing Tooru’s cheek hastily, “You can come,”
Tooru didn’t have to be told twice. Within seconds of the words leaving his mouth, Tooru was painting Hajimes chest with white, cum shooting out in long, thick strips. He came with a yell of his lovers name, Hajime coming to the sound itself.
“Hajime!” Tooru yelped, cum still shooting hot and heavy on both of them now.
“Tooru!” Hajime grunted, pulling him closer as he pumped loads into his ass. Tooru moaned his way through it, loving and remembering how much he missed the feeling of Hajime’s dick buried deep inside him, filling him up to the brim. Once he was done, he collapsed on top of Tooru, almost knocking what breath he had left in him out.
Once they had both calmed down, they laid there, both breathing heavily, suddenly very exhausted. Maybe it was the jetlag, or the fact is was rounding closer to midnight, (or possibly the fact they were not far from their 30th birthdays and couldn’t hit it all night like they used to in high school), but they could both just fall asleep like this, eyes too heavy to try and get up and move. Tooru sighed, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
Suddenly, his adrenaline began wearing down and he grunted.
“Iwa-“ he huffed, arms draped across his lovers back, hands playing with his hair. He slapped the top of Hajimes head, drawing a grunt from tired lips. “Iwa- get off, your heavy, and I’m sticky,”
Hajime grunted, face buried in Tooru’s neck, still breathing heavy and hands soothingly massaging circles into Tooru’s hips.
“Come on Iwa- at least let me get it off my chest,” he whined.
Hajime huffed and pushed off the couch, hovering over Tooru for a moment. His brows were furrowed and he was staring holes into him. Tooru swallowed.
“W-what..?”
Hajime just stared at him.
“Now look what you did,” he growled, “you ruined my couch,”
Tooru just stared back, not wanting to make a sarcastic comment in case he was serious. Hajime stayed silent for a moment before bursting into belly aching laughter. Tooru immediantly followed, both of them laying there, naked and sticky, just enjoying the presence of the other.
“Oh,” Tooru said through giggles, running his hand through Hajimes hair. He loved his hair, it was soft and nice to run his fingers through, “I’m so sorry, I know you loved this couch,”
Hajime was still chuckling, lips curled up into his signature grin that made Tooru’s heart flutter. He sighed, still smiling, “It’s fine,” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against Tooru’s, planting a kiss to his forehead, “Besides, you’re the only one I’d let cum all over my couch and get away with it,”
Before Tooru could respond, Hajime placed a soft kiss to his lips, and pushed himself up, slowly and carefully pulling out. Whatever Tooru was going to say died out in his throat, masked with a sensitive moan as Hajime’s dick slid out his over abused, and very satisfied hole.
He got up and walked off, ruffling Tooru’s hair as he passes. Tooru sat up and his gaze followed his naked figure scale the room and disappear down a dark hallway. There was a flicker of light, a rustle of objects, then light went off and Hajime appeared again in the hallway with a towel. He wiped his stomach off gingerly, making his way back to couch, where he stood over Tooru, wiping his dick dry before flipping it over and lightly wiping down his lover. Tooru yawned and smiled lazily, hand coming up to cup Hajime’s cheek.
“My Iwa-chan,” He slurred, exhaustion suddenly hitting him like a brick, “So caring, and strong, and sexy and..”
Hajime chuckled and finished wiping him off before tossing the towel away and leaning down to kiss Tooru’s forehead once more, running a hand through sweaty chestnut locks.
“Wanna take a shower to clean you out?” he asked softly. Tooru closed his eyes to the touch, humming and shaking his head.
“Nuh uh, too tired,” he said, already knowing he’d regret his decision in the morning. His arms stretched out, wrapping his hands around Hajime’s neck and pulling him down weakly. “Come on, let’s sleep,”
Hajime smiled and shook his head, too tired himself to try and argue about a completely comfortable bed right down the hall that he definitely wouldn’t mind carrying the lazy setter to, so he let himself get pulled down and he curled up beside him, back pressed comfortably against the cushion. He half hugged Tooru, both of them sighing in content, eyes meeting the darkness of the room.
“I missed you,” Hajime said, hands drawing shapes and letters into Tooru’s bare skin. His cheek was pressed into his sun freckled shoulder, he turned his face and kissed the hot, red blushing, skin. “so much,”. His words sounded broken, but Tooru could make out a smile against his shoulder. Tooru caressed his arm, side, face and kissed his forehead.
“I missed you too,”
Silence.
The moonlight filtered through the curtained window and cast a faint glow over the room. They both lay there, staring at the ceiling, basking in the warmth of each other.
If there was one thing both men were aware of, it was the love that the other felt for him. Tooru and Hajime have been together for most of their lives, the other not knowing what it’s like to not have the other there for them, whether it be on the court, or across the country, or even laying next to each other on the couch. They would always be there for each other. Because they loved each other. They did when they were 4, and they do while they’re 27.
Hajime’s breath was steady now, hitting Tooru’s collar bone with ease.
Tooru’s hand caressed Hajime’s body, fingers grazing soft skin. He sighed in content.
I love you, they both seemed to say in their own ways. They both knew it, it didn’t need to be said aloud. They were aware. And they were content.
They fell asleep like that, tangled up with each other, a throw blanket draped over their still naked bodies, a comfortable smile on their faces.
*****
“Oh my god,” Makki’s gasp came through the speaker of his laptop, “Iwaizumi would be the guy to propose with his dick shoved up your ass,”
Tooru’s face went scarlet and he looked away, waving his hand at the screen, “Shut up Makki, it was romantic,”
Mattsun piped in from beside his pink haired boyfriend, “Pft- Yeah romantic as fucking on the couch can go, I guess,” he piped, smirk clearly painted on his face. “Smooth motherfucker,”
Tooru was sitting on Hajime’s bed, criss crossed in an Irvine U sweatshirt and boxers, hair damped from his previous shower, and laptop sitting in front of him with his two best friends on the other line.
“Damn, and he didn’t even have a ring or anything?” Makki asked, leaning over and taking a bite of Mattsun’s candy bar he was suddenly holding. The sound of a toilet flushing sounded from the bathroom.
“No, but I don’t need a ring, I know his proposal was sincere,” Tooru pouted, crossing his arms.
Mattsun took a bite from the candy bar, “Yeah, until he decides he’s tired of you and flys you back to Argentina himself,”
Tooru faked gasp, catching on the jokes his friends commonly made towards him.
“And I thought you were my true friends,”
Makki and Mattsun both snickered, “Yeah, but never good enough to beat Iwa, right?” Mattsun said. Makki yawned.
“I don’t know man, I mean he didn’t even have a ring when he proposed,”
Before Tooru could respond, the bed shifted to new found weight beside him.
“Suck my dick Makki,” Hajime said, face popping out from behind Tooru’s shoulder.
Makki blinked and finished off Mattsun’s candy bar, “I’d be honored, but it looks like someone else already has the pleasure,” he said, Mattsun bursting out in laughter beside him.
Tooru blushed harder and turned his face to the side with a scowl, Makki whistled.
“Well looky here babe, already got the scowl down,” Makki piped. Mattsun smiled.
“He’s a natural Iwaizumi,”
Tooru couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips. Large hands snaked around his waist, pulling him against his lover’s chest. Hajime pressed hot kisses down the back of his neck, nuzzling his nose against the warm skin. A gag was heard over the speaker.
“Please, save it for off camera, I don’t really care for porn at the moment,” Mattsun said, Makki still gagging beside him. Tooru rolled his eyes.
“How can you say that with your boyfriend sitting right there?”
Mattsun looked at him funny before looking over at Makki. “What do you mean? We watch porn together all the time, right babe?”
Makki shrugged, “Hell yeah,”.
Hajime scoffed, “You guys are weird,”
Makki just looked at Mattsun and leaned his head on his shoulder. “We watched some this morning before we fucked too,” he said a little too happy. Mattsun seemed to match his happiness and Tooru physically cringed.
“Is that why you didn’t pick up when I called this morning?” he asked, arms crossed and Hajime still pressing kisses to the back of his neck. Makki shrugged again.
“Yup,”
Tooru was the one to scoff this time, “And to think, you two would be the first I told,” he mumbled.
Mattsun threw an arm around Makki, leaning into him as well. The afternoon sun began reflecting the laptop screen and causing one side of his best friends faces to be unseeable.
“Well don’t worry your pretty little head princess,” Makki said, “We’ll be the best best-men at your wedding,”
Tooru rolled his eyes again, wanting to say something sarcastic like ‘And what makes you think you two will be our best men?’, but who was he kidding? They couldn’t think of anyone else worthy enough to be their best men on the most important day of their lives. Hajime sighed behind me.
“Woah now, we haven’t thought about the wedding yet,” he said, face appearing from behind his lover once more. Tooru whipped his head around.
“Who’s we? I’ve already got everything planned out, from the color scheme, to the flavor of our wedding cake, to where and when it will take place as well,” he said, smiling proud and bright. Hajime groaned and buried his face in Tooru’s hair.
“Ugh too much, too early, we have plenty of time before then so let me have this,” he whined, grip tightening on his waist. Tooru wanted to say something as the smartass he is, be he refrained himself. Seriously, he deserved a medal for his self restraint today.
Makki snickered, followed by a muffled one from his lover, “You two- you two were
meant for each other,” he said, playfully rolling his eyes. Mattsun nodded.
“I couldn’t think of any better couple,” he said.
Tooru smiled shamelessly. It was true. He knew it was true. It had always been painfully obvious.
It’s true, at first glance (and in retrospect, really) they’re complete opposites, destined to kill each other if ever left alone in a room together. But in reality, they are what keeps the other flowing. Hajime could not spike without Tooru’s precise and instant instincts with his sets. Tooru could not pass English without Hajime’s relentless and tough love tutoring. They need each other. Yes, they had to adapt to a life without seeing the other everyday of the week when they moved to separate countries, but look where they’re at now. Nine whole years together, and that’s not mentioning the eighteen years they spent just together in general, or the long happy years ahead of them, learning and adapting to fit and love the other. Hajime’s patience. Tooru’s carefulness. They learned from each other and grew as they went, molding into the other just as much as they did themselves. They loved each other. They loved each other. And Tooru couldn’t have asked for a better partner.
Write that down, Tooru’s brain told him, that’s good wedding vows material.
Mattsun suddenly sat up and checked his watch, “Shit,” he said hastily. Makki sat up and looked at him curiously.
“What’s up?” Hajime quipped from behind Tooru.
“Makki here, has an interview with a position available at the radio station in Miyagi, he’s gotta be there in thirty minutes,” he said hastily standing up and out of the view of the camera. Makki seemed confused then he looked up.
“Oh shit, that’s today?” he questioned, standing up and out of view as well.
“Yep, and you haven’t even showered yet,” Mattsun said, picking up the phone and putting it maybe a little too close to his face.
“Sorry guys but we gotta bounce,” he said, shooing Makki towards the bathroom, “I’m super happy for you guys, and can’t wait for the wedding invites,”
Tooru smiled and shook his head, “It’s no problem Mattsun, and thank you. Tell Makki I- we said good luck at his interview,” Tooru said leaning back into Hajime. Mattsun nodded.
“I will, and congratulations again,” he said, a muffled and distant ‘congrats!’ coming from what Tooru assumed was a bathroom. “Talk to you guys later, bye!”
“Bye,” Tooru and Hajime said in unison before the image cut off with a call ended screen and camera reflecting Tooru with a clingy boyfri- fiancé, attached to him from behind. Tooru leaned forward and shut the laptop.
Tooru leaned back into Hajimes touch, sliding down so far that Hajime could rest his chin on top of his head. He sighed.
“Fiancés,” he said almost breathlessly, “I think I like the sound of that,”
Hajime smiled and nuzzled his face into the crook of Tooru’s neck, gently kissing the warm skin. He sighed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t have a ring or take you out or-“ he leaned his forehead on Tooru’s shoulder, “or didn’t make it romantic or anything,”
Tooru sat up and turned around, eyes meeting Hajime’s slightly sad one. Tooru leaned forward and cupped his lovers face between his slim hands.
“Did you mean it?”
Hajime blinked, “What?”
“Did you mean it, what you said last night?” he reiterated, eyes fierce and serious.
Hajime stared at him before leaning forward into the touch and matching the fierceness in his eyes.
“Every. word.”
Tooru smiled at this and released his face, falling forward to lay on the bare broad chest of his fiancé.
“As long as you meant it, I don’t need a ring or fancy dinner,” His hands came up to play with the strings on Hajime’s sweats, “I just need you,”.
Hajime smiled, his hand coming up to run through Tooru’s hair, he kissed his forehead. His hands pulled him flush against his chest and he fell back onto the soft pillows of his bed. Tooru squawked in surprise but was quickly silenced in a lip bruising kiss.
They stayed like that, for a while before pulling back and catching their breaths while staring at the ceiling. Tooru sighed happily.
“I missed you, thank you for last night,” he mumbled. The afternoon sun made Hajime’s fairly clean room glitter about, it gave it a hazy, lazy vibe. Tooru wanted their house to feel like this. He leaned up suddenly.
“But don’t you ever let me talk you into letting me sleep with cum up my ass,” he hissed. Hajime chuckled and slid his hand down his side.
“Ok ok, but you can’t say you didn’t enjoy the clean up,” he said, fingers hooking to the bottom of his sweatshirt. Tooru hummed, gaze wandering towards the window.
“I guess,” he said softly, “but I’m sure you enjoyed it much more,”, a sly smirk crossed his lips as he looked back at Hajime, who’s blush was spreading down his neck past his collar bone. He coughed and turned his head.
“What can I say? I love the way your pretty little mouth takes me so well,” he chimes, doing a poor job of trying to calm his reddening cheeks. Tooru loved the fact Hajime never stopped getting easily flustered.
“I was always the skilled one when it comes to sucking dick,” he said matter of factly. Hajime rolled his eyes, tugging Tooru’s hair a certain way that had him whining.
“I hate you,”
Tooru smiled, laying his head back on Hajime’s chest. “You love me,”
Hajime laid there, eyes fixated on the ceiling fan above. He hummed.
“I do,”
Birds chirped in the California atmosphere, cars and other busy sounds illuminating the outside. The sun was high in the sky, making its way through the curtains in the window, the bed now lit up with its warmth. Tooru closed his eyes taking it all in.
This is the life he’s wanted. Everything.