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Objectively, Shouyou has always known that Kageyama has a nice voice.
It’s deep, definitely way deeper than his own, and kind of gruff. It’s part of his appeal and one of the many reasons the girls at school gushed over him so much.
Maybe it was because Shouyou had so many more reasons than them that he didn’t pay much attention to this one. Or maybe he was so used to hearing it every day that he was desensitized to the devastating effects it could have.
The effects he is feeling now, listening to it for the first time in eight months.
Yes, Shouyou knows eight months is a really long time go without talking to your best friend but he’s been busy! And so has Kageyama. Even before Shouyou moved to Rio, Kageyama’s life had been a whirlwind from playing in the professional volleyball league and all the chaos that entailed it, to the sudden shift in life he had to deal with.
Shouyou can’t blame him for getting distracted. He knows Kageyama has a hard time focusing on multiple things at the same time and to be fair, Shouyou can relate. All the beach training in Japan on top of his part-time job and preparations for Brazil made sure that he only had the energy to crash on his bed at the end of every day. A year flew by in a blink of an eye.
It’s been much of the same since then.
They’ve gotten better at communicating lately as their sporadic texts have turned regular in the last few months but unfortunately, that’s still all they have time for. Shouyou’s getting to play more and more games of beach volleyball with actually good players and he can’t imagine Kageyama’s selection in the Japan National Team did any favours for his busy schedule either.
The day they finally talk to each other on the phone is when Yachi arranges a group call for them all to catch up. Shouyou isn’t expecting anything to have changed, at least not enough to detect in a phone call, but a simple greeting in Kageyama’s voice nearly has Shouyou dropping his phone. He quickly scrambles to fetch his earbuds, desperate to hear it more clearly.
It’s the best and worst decision he’s ever made. That deep, husky voice being poured directly into his ears melts Shouyou’s brain in an instant, so much that it jolts him, sending a shock through his body and straight to his dick. It’s a really bad reaction to have with three of his other friends on the same call who don’t seem to have encountered this predicament, or even noticed anything out of the ordinary at all.
They probably get to talk to Kageyama all the time in person. Lucky bastards.
Kageyama asks Yamaguchi how his college classes are going and Shouyou has to hold back a whimper at the sound of it. It’s morning in Japan so this is probably Kageyama’s first spoken conversation of the day and his voice is rough with disuse, a little scratchy and low.
Shouyou’s mind goes places. God, he’s such a pervert.
“Shrimpy’s been real quiet today,” Tsukishima comments near the end of the call and Shouyou hates that observant asshole.
He clears his throat. “Sorry, just –it’s late here. I’m tired.”
Kageyama immediately speaks up. “You okay, Hinata? You’re not sick or anything, are you?”
He isn’t but he’s going to be, because Kageyama said Hinata in that voice!
He chuckles to mask the sudden tremble in his voice. “Ah no, don’t worry, Kageyama-kun! Just sleepy. I’ve had a long day and I have to wake up early tomorrow.”
Kageyama promptly orders him to go to sleep, to which Shouyou immediately protests on principle. Tsukishima makes some indistinct noises of disgust while Yachi and Yamaguchi smooth over the conversation as the call comes to an end.
Shouyou lets the phone drop on the bed and lets himself fall back against his pillow, yanking the earbuds out. Kageyama’s voice still rings in his mind on loop.
Why is it so sexy?
It’s no secret that he’s into Kageyama. Everyone and their mother knows about his gigantic crush. Except, of course, the object of his desires himself.
Despite it all though, Shouyou is still shocked by his reaction at first, convincing himself that it’s just temporary insanity brought on by exhaustion that will go away on its own.
It’s bad enough that he’s pining for his best friend all the way on the other side of the world, he can’t let that stupid jerk wreak any more havoc on his mind. He’s trying to focus on his training and get better at volleyball so he can kick that jerk’s ass on the court and then thoroughly kiss him off it.
He won’t let himself have Kageyama like that until he is worthy of standing on the same stage as well.
So Shouyou waits.
A week passes and to his dismay, this new, rapidly burgeoning kink doesn’t go anywhere. It settles into a hungry ache instead, a relentless itch that bleeds into every waking fantasy and every passing dream he has. Whenever he gets a free moment, he finds his hands crawling towards his phone, fingers hovering over Kageyama’s number.
He even gives in to the temptation once, sensibly convincing himself that maybe talking to Kageyama a few times will get him used to this new deeper quality ofvoice and he won’t be popping a boner at just the thought of it. Exposure treatment or whatever.
But all a rushed two-minute call during his lunch break proves is that Shouyou is screwed and not even in the fun way. He knows he's developed some sort of fixation with the concept, of hearing Kageyama's voice whispering dirty things to him while he gets himself off.
Ideally, he'd love Kageyama to be doing the dirty things to him but for now, this is the best he can allow himself to imagine.
And now he's here, fidgeting and restless in his bed, driven mad over the days and actually considering calling Kageyama Tobio to ask him to have phone sex with him.
Shouyou still stands by what he said! He’s not confessing to Kageyama or anything. No, nothing like that. He’s still going to wait for that until he can sweep his amazing partner off his feet after winning against him once and for all.
But he can’t go on like this either. He just wants to get rid of the constant horny discomfort he’s plagued by and maybe the fulfilment of his newest fantasy will give him some relief.
What’s a little platonic long-distance dirty talk between friends, right? Shouyou wants it so bad.
He knows it sounds crazy but he thinks Kageyama might just be crazy enough to agree if Shouyou plays this right.
Heart thundering in his chest, he puts in his earbuds and dials Kageyama’s number, nervously positioning the mic near his mouth and leaning back against the pillows. It’s not the best time for a wank session, being noon and all, but the sand is too hot to play on the beach right now, the restaurant he works for is closed for maintenance and Pedro won’t be back from his classes till late afternoon.
It's a bit sticky and humid, the ceiling fan whirring above him not doing much to cool his heated skin, but Shouyou’s sure that just a word from Kageyama will get his motor running in no time.
Normally, he wouldn’t bother his friend so late but it’s Friday and he knows Kageyama stays up a bit later than his bedtime on weekends, when he doesn’t have early practice in the morning. He knows this because they usually tally their wins and losses on text at this time twice a month, their conversations going on for at least an hour afterwards. It’s one of Shouyou’s favourite things to do.
“Hinata?”
Shouyou sits up straighter, caught off guard even though he’s the one who called.
“K –Kageyama!” he stutters.
“Dumbass, what are you calling me so late for?” Kageyama grumbles. “Didn’t we just talk two days ago?”
Shouyou twirls the cord of his earbuds. “Is there a limit to the number of times I can call you in a week?”
There’s a contemplative pause on the other end and then Kageyama says slowly, "I guess not. What are you doing up?"
Shouyou rolls his eyes. “It’s not nighttime here, Bakageyama!”
“Oh, right. I forgot.”
"Hmph, not that it matters.” He pouts, hoping Kageyama can somehow hear it in his voice. “I can't sleep anyway. Haven't been able to for some days now."
"What?” Kageyama suddenly sounds very alert. “What's the matter?"
"Ugh. Pfft.” Shouyou exhales and flops on the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Well, the thing is that…I've just been –frustrated."
"Frustrated?"
"Like, you know,” Shouyou emphasises, embarrassment churning in his gut. He has to remind himself that he wants this. “Frustrated in that way.”
“Huh?” Kageyama sounds like Shouyou has just given him an advanced-level maths equation to solve. “What the hell are you saying?”
“God, Kageyama,” Shouyou groans. He really has no choice but to be straightforward here. “I haven't been able to get off properly for some time and it's messing with my system, okay? Jeez. You're a guy. You know how it is!"
"Err, sure," Kageyama replies uncertainly. Shouyou's not sure he does but he's not going to let it deter him.
He clears his throat awkwardly, starting to second-guess this whole nefarious scheme by the second. “So, yeah. That kinda makes it hard for me to get proper rest sometimes.” He squeezes his eyes shut and decides to bring out the big guns. “It's also interfering with volleyball, Yama.”
Kageyama makes a strangled noise of alarm. "It what?” he exclaims in horror. “Take care of your problem quickly then! You have to come back here to beat me, right? Don't let something so stupid throw you off, dumbass!"
"It's not my fault, I'm trying!” Shouyou shoots back, sitting back up. His hand rests on his inner thigh, thumb brushing under the hem of his shorts.
Hearing Kageyama so riled up is making him feel a bit excited in places too. Oh, god.
“You’re not trying hard enough!” Kageyama barks.
“How the hell would you know that?” Shouyou demands heatedly. “Do you have cameras installed in my room?”
Kageyama splutters. “Sh –shut up!”
“I’m trying my best, alright? I just need that little push.” Shouyou swallows, swiping his tongue across his lips. “Will you –will you help me?"
The moment of truth.
Shouyou’s soul struggles to escape from his material form as he waits for Kageyama’s answer, who’s gone abruptly mute.
Two long seconds trickle by and his heart nearly gives out when Kageyama says, “Um. What?”
Shouyou braces himself. “It would be really great if you could, like, help move things along. I’d –uh –I’d really appreciate it.”
Kageyama’s tone is strangely hard to decipher. “And how do you propose I do that? Do you want me to send you porn or something?”
“No! Of course not!” Brazil’s scorching sun is nothing compared to the heat crawling up Shouyou’s neck right now. “I just mean –!”
Shit, how is Shouyou supposed to word this? He’s 97% sure Kageyama would hang up instantly if he utters the words ‘phone sex’.
“You could stay on the phone while I do it,” he settles on finally, inwardly cringing at how badly this is going. “If you know what I mean.”
“Stay on the phone?” Kageyama repeats dubiously. “So, like, just listen to you jerk off?”
Shouyou nearly combusts at hearing him say jerk off in that unholy voice.
“Obviously not, you idiot!” he shouts. “You’d be doing things! Saying things.”
“What things?” Kageyama wants to know next, and Shouyou’s patience snaps like a cheap rubber band.
“Dirty things! Sex things!” he bursts out. “Can you do that for me or not?”
Kageyama is still infuriatingly calm. “What are you so loud for? Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!”
"Why me?” Kageyama asks. “I have no idea how to do any of this stuff. Why not ask literally anyone else?"
Shouyou bites his lip. Because I'm insanely attracted to you and think you have the sexiest voice in the world. And hands. And legs. I’m probably in love with you.
"Because there's nobody I trust this much, Yama- a !” he whines, hand treading dangerously close to the semi that’s pushing against his underwear already. Kageyama’s calm and composed demeanour is so doing it for him. “Come on! Please, do me a favour!"
He knows he sounds desperate but he can’t help it. Prolonged exposure to the voice that’s been starring in all his dirty dreams this past week, and is now discussing something so sexual with him is turning him on at Olympic speed. He’s only human.
“I don’t know, Hinata…” Kageyama trails off. He seems to be getting increasingly hesitant about this whole thing and Shouyou feels his heart plummet.
“I didn’t want to bring this up but remember how you forgot to wish me on my birthday this year?” Shouyou says before he can stop himself.
And well, there’s no taking that back. It’s out there now. Shouyou is surprisingly okay with it.
He knows this is nearing the territory of emotional blackmail a little but Shouyou’s horny brain has taken over and it is not above exploiting Kageyama’s weaknesses.
Kageyama makes a betrayed sound in his throat. “I apologised for that! You –you said it was okay!”
“Well, maybe it wasn’t!” Shouyou shoots back, fingers idly playing with the strings of his shorts. “And maybe this is a chance for you to make up for it! Ever think about that? No, you only think about yourself!”
“Shut up, I know what you’re trying to do!” Kageyama scrambles in panic.
“And I know what you’re trying to do!” Shouyou cries dramatically. “Trying to get out of it! Wow, Kageyama-kun, just tell me you don’t care about me. No need to go to all these callous lengths!”
“That’s not true! I do care –I mean, that’s not what I’m doing!”
“Yeah? Then why are you okay with me losing sleep and ruining my health and being too unfit to play volleyball? Is that what you want?”
“Hah? That’s not –what the -!” Kageyama cuts himself off and groans low in frustration. The sound makes Shouyou’s palm instinctively press down on his crotch. He barely suppresses a whimper.
“You piece of shit,” Kageyama spits out and why is that so hot? “Fine. Fine. I’ll do it. Happy now?”
Shouyou feels like he's about to float away with joy. He grins and crows, "Very much so. Can we do it right now? Or do you want to go to sleep?”
Kageyama scoffs. “You really think I’d be able to go to sleep after this? Dumbass.” He sighs and admits, “I do want to get it over with but I was serious when I said I have no idea how to go about any of these things. What now?”
“Well." Shouyou scratches his neck. "I’m sure we can find a solution for that. I’m not unreasonable. What if I told you what to say?”
“Like, a list?”
“Yeah!" Shouyou perks up. "Yeah, sure! Would that help?”
Kageyama hums. “Yes…I think.”
Shouyou almost falls off the bed in his giddiness. Oh, this is even better. Now he has actual control over what that sinful voice will whisper in his ear.
This is the best day of Shouyou’s life.
He quickly scrambles to make the list while Kageyama excuses himself to get some water. The list isn’t hard to make in the least, with everything that dream Kageyama said to him permanently seared into his brain and the words flowing out without a hitch.
By the time he types all that stuff down and texts it to Kageyama, his dick is fully hard and throbbing. He resists the urge to shove his hand down his shorts and start pulling on it.
Patience. He has to exercise patience. It will be worth it in the end.
Kageyama takes an annoyingly long time coming back to his room and then peruses the list, so quiet that it starts to make Shouyou nervous.
"Can we start?" he asks restlessly. "We're not getting any younger, Kageyama!"
"Mmm, okay," Kageyama answers. Shouyou is surprised by how confident he sounds. His stomach dips in anticipation.
"Have you taken off your pants?" Kageyama asks as though he's enquiring about the weather or something.
Shouyou inhales too fast. "Huh?"
"Are your pants off?" Kageyama repeats calmly. Fuck. Has he really never done this before?
"N –no."
"Take them off."
The simple command sets a fire inside Shouyou's belly. He shudders and wastes no time in pushing his shorts down to his knees, wiggling clumsily so they shift further down to pool around his ankles.
The humid air hits Shouyou's dick and his toes curl in the sheets.
"Okay, I did it," he says, voice shaky. "What now?"
"Hmm," Kageyama hums low and Shouyou's heart rate spikes. "Are you fully hard?"
Shouyou's face turns bright red and he has to struggle not to push it into a pillow with embarrassment. This was his own idea, he has to remind himself. He can't back out now.
He swallows thickly. "Yes…"
"Good," Kageyama says without judgement, despite the fact that they've just started. The tiny praise makes any lingering shame leak out of Shouyou's body and he throws his head back wordlessly, mouth open in a silent gasp. He can't believe this is happening.
"You’re already sounding breathless,” Kageyama remarks and Shouyou takes a deep breath to calm his breathing. He has to retain some dignity.
Then a bit more monotonously, Kageyama continues, “I'm going to make you feel so good."
Ah. He’s starting with the list right off the bat, huh? Shouyou wishes he’d put a bit more feeling into it, say it like he means it, but this is Kageyama. Awkward is his middle name. Shouyou really shouldn’t complain. He’s already getting way more than what he was expecting.
“If you need it, get lube or lotion or whatever you like,” Kageyama says, as if he’s Shouyou’s doctor or something. Meticulous bastard.
Shouyou grits his teeth and glances down at himself. Despite how turned on he is, that is a bit…dry.
But before he can continue, he has to make sure of something.
“Kageyama?”
“What?”
“Are you really okay with this?” he asks nervously. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I’m sorry for forcing you –”
“You didn’t. It’s fine,” Kageyama cuts him off. “Now hurry up, dumbass. I don’t have all night.”
A weight lifts off Shouyou’s chest and he grins. “One second,” he says, reaching for his bedside drawer. After a minute of fumbling, he’s back in his original position, staring up at the ceiling with his chest heaving. “I’m back.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Kageyama asks like the rude jerk he is. “Get a hand around yourself.”
Finally .
Shouyou nearly mewls in relief as he wraps his fingers around his length. He strokes up and down to build a steady rhythm, the awareness that Kageyama is on the other end of the line making the slide all the more pleasurable.
“Keep going,” Kageyama tells him, voice lowering down to a husky quality. “Keep touching yourself.”
White hot arousal pools in Shouyou’s stomach at his words, at the roughness of his voice and he shivers, speeding up his hand to chase the tingly feeling that shoots up his spine.
“Hnnng,” he breathes, the sluggish awareness that he might not last very long at this rate impinging at the edges of his hazy mind.
Kageyama seems to sense it instantly. “I want you to go slow, okay?” he says. “Don't be impatient.”
Shouyou vaguely registers him going off script but he's so into it that he can’t really bring himself to care. Besides, it’s so much better if Kageyama is tuning in and actively responding to Shouyou’s reactions. The list be damned.
Shouyou exhales and forces himself to slow down, his grip getting tighter on instinct.
It’s not enough, he wants to scream. He tamps down the urge by gripping the bedsheets with his other hand.
Kageyama seems to be in no hurry. “You’ve written the word ‘swear’ here. You want me to swear?”
Shouyou licks his lips. “Yeah.”
“That's sexy for you?”
There is not one shameful bone left in Shouyou’s body. “Mhmm.”
Kageyama chuckles and it is the hottest thing Shouyou has ever heard in his life. “You fucking weirdo.”
His cheeks flush hot. “Kageyama!”
“What?” Kageyama replies, sounding like he’s pouting. Shouyou wishes so badly that he could see him. “I mostly swear when I'm mad or want to insult someone. Does that do it for you?” He pauses. “Or –or do you want me to say it like that? ” His voice takes a sudden dive, along with Shouyou’s fluttering heart. “Do you want me to ask if you like to get fucked?”
Shouyou feels like he’s been set on fire and he barely stops himself from moaning obscenely loud.
“What's the point of asking if you're already saying it, jerk!” he chokes out. “Oh my go -nngg.”
Kageyama’s voice stays at that low pitch that’s driving Shouyou insane. “Do you though?”
“Are you freaking serious right now?”
“I'm curious,” he replies as if it’s no big deal, as if he’s not asking Shouyou whether he likes a dick up his ass. “Tell me.”
“I'm –I’ve never done it,” Shouyou gulps, struggling to keep his pace slow at this point. “But...yeah. I've thought about it. I think I'd, uhh –I’d like that.”
Somehow, the admission makes him even harder, so much that it’s a little painful. Confessing something like that to the person who's number one on his list for engaging in said activity makes his raspy voice quiver.
The awareness that Kageyama knows Shouyou wants something like this makes him squeeze his fist around his length, using his other hand to muffle the sounds that helplessly pour out of his throat as he starts stroking faster.
Kageyama makes an indistinct noise. “That's –hm.”
Shouyou 's blood runs cold and the movement of his hand freezes entirely. "What?"
Shit, did he go too far? Was that too much? But Kageyama asked!
“Nothing,” Kageyama reassures him quickly, clearing his throat. “I just think that…um, you'd probably look really good like that. On your knees. On your back. Bent over. Whichever way you prefer.”
And yep, that's it. Shouyou's died. This can’t be his life.
Kageyama doesn't even it say it like he’s trying to talk dirty. He just states it like a fact, so practical –like it's a basic observation he’s making. And something about that turns Shouyou on even more because he knows Kageyama is being a hundred per cent honest. That he actually thinks Shouyou would look good while getting fucked.
It's outrageously lewd but hell if he isn't crazy pleased about it.
Yeah, Shouyou has a Kageyama Tobio praise kink. Big fucking surprise.
Shouyou closes his eyes, a small giddy smile pulling on his lips. “Mmm, yeah?”
“Bet you look so good right now too,” Kageyama murmurs. Something’s changed in his voice, the intensity and tone of it, and it makes Shouyou’s stomach coil tighter. “Are you lying on your back?
Shouyou doesn't trust himself to speak, and just makes a thready noise of affirmation.
“Yeah,” Kageyama says. “You definitely look good. I've seen your photos on social media. Don't think I haven't.”
Shouyou groans. He can't help but want more, more, more. He knows he’s greedy and he doesn’t care. “What did you see?”
“Little videos of you playing beach volleyball. Some photos afterwards,” Kageyama answers conversationally. “You're… you're really tan now. And your thighs and arms...are um, bigger.”
Shouyou steadily increases his pace again. “Good bigger?
“Yeah,” Kageyama sighs. “Really good.”
Shouyou barely catches "so fucking good" muttered under Kageyama’s breath that he doesn’t think was meant for his ears. It makes him shudder with pleasure anyway.
“What else did you think?”
It's a bit hard to speak without panting now. He’s worked himself up to a brisk pace, the conversation making him feel dizzy and mind-numbing arousal to rapidly pool around his groin.
Kageyama knows what Shouyou’s looking for but hesitates with a response.
Shouyou tries again. “What else did you think? About...about my game?”
He isn’t surprised that the volleyball praise is harder to come from Kageyama’s lips. But he’s happy nonetheless when Kageyama allows himself to be coaxed into it.
“You've gotten better,” he admits finally, measuring his words carefully. Shouyou thinks he might be blushing. “I saw you serve. You did well.”
And the feeling he gets from that is unparalleled. Shouyou keens, the thought of Kageyama, someone who was recruited for the National Team, watching him play volleyball from the other side of the world making his head go all fuzzy.
He’s so close.
“Hinata.”
“Mm?”
“How far along are you?” Kageyama breathes, closer to the mic and that’s exactly what Shouyou had been looking for, dreaming about. The sensation of Kageyama’s hoarse voice so close that he can almost feel the phantom touch of his lips damply brushing the shell of his ear.
Shouyou tries to respond but all that comes out is a strangled whine, desperation dripping along its edges.
Kageyama shudders out a breath. “Lift your knees a little,” he instructs shakily. “Spread your legs more. Imagine that you aren't alone.”
“Who's with me?” Shouyou trembles.
There's a pause. Shouyou’s heart beats faster, his pulse thrums like he’s standing on the precipice of something huge.
Kageyama swallows. “Whoever you want.”
And god, does Shouyou want.
“Okay.”
“Rub your thumb over the tip,” Kageyama tells him a long minute later. “I usually like that.”
Shouyou reels out of his fantasy of having Kageyama on top of him and nearly blacks out because now he's getting information about what Kageyama likes when he gets off ? Which benevolent god did he unknowingly please today?
He thanks his lucky stars and does as Kageyama asks. A zing of pleasure shoots through him at the touch.
“Nnngg,” he whimpers. “Felt good.”
“Yeah? Your other hand is free, right?”
Shouyou nods deliriously.
Kageyama seems to understand him anyway. “Touch your nipple with it.”
Shouyou’s unsteady hand follows eagerly but he hisses through his teeth when he lightly circles the hardened nub. “I'm sensitive, Yama.”
“Do it,” Kageyama replies simply, unwavering. “Do it because I said so.”
And Shouyou couldn't refuse that deep authoritative tone even if he wanted. He presses harder into his nipple, nearly arching off the bed with a cry.
He's so fucked.
“Getting close?” Kageyama breathes harshly.
“Yeah,” Shouyou pants. “God, yeah. So close, Kageyama. So close. Please get me there. Please, please, please.”
Kageyama hums and then shatters all of Shouyou’s dreams with three words. “Don’t come yet.”
Shouyou almost can’t believe what he’s hearing. “What!” he exclaims, eyes flying open in outrage. “Why?”
“So needy,” Kageyama tsks. “Tell me how much you want it first.”
“So much,” Shouyou nearly sobs.
“Come on,” Kageyama coaxes gently. “Use your words, dumbass.”
“I want it really bad, Kageyama, please .” Shouyou knows he’s going to hate himself for resorting to begging later but right now, he’s helpless against it, sees it as the only way of getting what he desperately needs.
“I don't know, you don't sound convincing enough.”
“Screw you, this isn't on the list!” Shouyou shouts, on the verge of bursting.
“Shut up, I obviously improvised,” Kageyama snaps. “Do you want me to stop?”
Shouyou swallows down his anger and implores again, “No no no, don't stop, please don't stop. I like it. I really like it.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Kageyama replies thickly, sounding a bit affected himself. “Now stroke yourself faster, let me hear you. I want you to be loud. I can tell you're trying to suppress it.”
“Huh?”
“Am I wrong?”
Shouyou splutters. “It's embarrassing!”
“Don't fucking talk to me about embarrassing right now,” Kageyama growls, making Shouyou’s pulse jump. “Stop holding back or I won't let you come.”
“ Kageyama , you're killing me.” Shouyou squeezes his eyes shut, one solitary tear escaping out of the corner. It feels so good.
“I'm waiting.” Kageyama’s voice trails off into a whisper. It takes on a more gentle note, designed to unravel Shouyou completely. “Come on. Please. For me.”
The soft request in Kageyama’s even softer voice sends him straight into outer space and he gasps loudly, throwing his head back as his feet thrash against the mattress.
"That's it," Kageyama murmurs into his ears, turning his bones liquid. "Good job, Hinata. Now let go."
This time, Shouyou can't stop the long-drawn moan that claws out of his throat as his orgasm hurtles through him right on command, making him spill all over his fist and stomach. It feels like it goes on for an eternity, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over him and drowning him in their depths.
His body trembles from the aftershocks as he slowly comes down from the high. He can barely hear his harsh panting over the buzzing in his ears.
He feels amazing.
Long minutes pass by, making Shouyou increasingly sluggish and loopy.
Kageyama has gone oddly silent on the call and although distant, his own breathing seems a bit erratic. He’s trying to hide it but he sounds winded and…fidgety.
Physically, Shouyou is ready to pass out from the strength of his orgasm and the endorphins swimming in his veins but something niggles at him stay alert and probe further into Kageyama’s behaviour.
He mentally slaps himself awake and grabs a few tissues from his bedside to hastily wipe the mess on his hand and stomach. He throws the dirty paper wad across the room at the dustbin before picking up his phone to unplug the earbuds and bring it to his ear.
He waits for a beat to pass and inhales slowly, giving his partner time to get his bearings.
"Kageyama?"
A shaky exhale fills the speakers. "I'm fine."
"Um," Shouyou feels so out of his depth here. He bites his lip nervously. "Kageyama. Are you maybe..."
"I said I'm fine,” Kageyama bites out.
Judging from his unsteady breathing and the restless edge to his voice, it's not rocket science to figure out what's going on with Kageyama. In fact, after all that , Shouyou would be offended if it didn’t!
He treads cautiously anyway. "It's okay if you're um...a bit bothered," he says. "That was really intense. And um, really incredible too. Thank you."
Kageyama doesn't answer, awkwardness infusing the air. Shouyou panics and hastens to add, "What I mean to say is that I'm in no position to judge you. Honestly. It's okay."
Shouyou can practically see Kageyama pouting uncertainly. "I was so focused on you that I didn't notice sooner but –it's really not weird?"
Shouyou huffs out a laugh. "Yama, come on. That doesn't even crack the top five of the weirdest things that happened in the last half hour. I’ll understand if it affected you. It's only natural."
Kageyama sounds carefully hopeful. "Yeah?"
"Yes! I'm serious!” Shouyou chirps. “So serious, in fact, that I'd be even willing to help you out. Um, if you wanted. The way you just did with me, I mean. Dirty talk and…stuff."
Kageyama groans. "Idiot!"
"What!" Shouyou exclaims, flushing self-consciously.
"You just made it worse!"
"It?" Shouyou enquires with a raised eyebrow. "You mean your hard-on?"
Kageyama splutters, seemingly scandalised. "Shut up, what the hell?!"
"Whoa, so it's okay when you say all that filthy stuff to me but I can't say hard-on?" Shouyou squawks indignantly. "Real hypothetical, Kageyama-kun!"
"It's hypocritical!" Kageyama snaps and then mumbles as an afterthought, "I think.”
"Whatever! Do you want me to get you off or not?” Shouyou demands. “I bet I'd do way better than you."
Kageyama scoffs. "No way. Not possible. I had you eating out of the palm of my hand."
"I'll prove it," Shouyou insists, the familiar rush of a challenge sparking inside him. He purrs, "You won’t know what hit you, Yamayama-kun . You'll be seeing stars by the time I'm done with you."
"Fuck ,” Kageyama swears. “God, Hinata. You're so –fuck, I have to go."
"Wha-? Kageyama!" Shouyou panics. He shouldn’t have taken it that far. "Sorry, I didn't mean –"
"No. It's okay,” Kageyama speaks in a rush. “I'm sorry. Bye."
Before Shouyou can utter another word, Kageyama has hung up on him.
Shouyou stares at the peeling wall of his bedroom in utter disbelief, mouth hanging open. What the actual hell –
He doesn’t even have twenty seconds to try to process it all before he’s snapped out of reverie when his phone pings with an incoming message. His heart climbs up his throat as he scrambles to check it, the device nearly slipping out of his grasp.
It’s from Kageyama.
He opens it as fast as his fingers can allow, eyes scanning the text at the speed of light.
(12:27)
Fuck it. Can't believe I'm about to do this but fine.
Another one comes through right below it. Shouyou’s gut tightens with excitement.
(12:28)
Send me another one of your videos. One I haven't seen before. Call me back in 5 minutes.
(12:28)
You better show me a good time.
(12:29)
Dumbass.
Shouyou squeals out loud, hugging the phone to his chest, and gets comfortable for a long, long afternoon.