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Kageyama is itching to get home, and it all started with a text.
About ten minutes ago, right before the Adlers were due on the court for their pre-match warm up, one singular text message had come through on his phone.
It was a picture message from Hinata. He was at the gym, holding his phone beside his face while standing in front of the mirror, wearing only a tight pair of athletic shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The photo was, quite frankly, suggestive and lewd.
Hinata was standing with his legs shoulder width apart, his left leg kicked out in front of him. The position of his legs and the jut of his hips let the fabric of his already tight shorts pull and cling in all the right places.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt and chose to show off every inch of his tan chest and abdomen instead. His abs and pecs were literally glistening with sweat, and Kageyama felt like a romance novel heroine just thinking that thought. Hinata threw up a peace sign with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone and smiled for the camera.
Kageyama knew that smile, it was his smug smile.
The fucker had an agenda, clearly a horny agenda, and Kageyama fell victim to it. He always does, every time without fail.
When Kageyama’s eyes trailed back down Hinata’s body, there was the bulge of Hinata’s large dick pressed up against the front of his dark shorts. It wasn’t extremely visible, but he knew what to look for, because he knows Hinata.
Kageyama cannot be blamed for staring at the picture for as long as he did. Hinata is hot, and he knows it. He’s one hundred fifty-five pounds of pure professional volleyball hunk and Kageyama is but a sucker for his sexy boyfriend who sends him shirtless gym selfies to make him all hot and bothered before matches.
Kageyama could drool over him, he definitely has in the past. Although, he didn’t realize he practically was until he felt a light tap on his shoulder, which brought him out of his boyfriend-gym-selfie induced haze and into the present.
He jerks at the sudden touch and his eyes snap away from his phone screen. From where he is sitting on the bench, he looks up to see Ushijima looming over him.
“I—”
Ushijima puts a hand out in front of him to prevent any more words from coming out of Kageyama’s mouth.
“I do not want to know,” he starts, “but we are due for warmups in two minutes.”
“Right, okay,” Kageyama nods. He stands from his seat, turns to place his phone in his locker, sheds his Schweiden Adlers branded track jacket, then quickly follows Ushijima out of the locker room. They have a game to win, he can think about being horny for his boyfriend later.
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They do, in fact, win their game. The post-win high as a professional player is still as exhilarating as it was the first time. Kageyama is sweating through his jersey, feeling incredible from the endorphins that a good workout brings. He gently pats his face dry with a small clean towel provided by the gym all while trying to send a text to Hinata one handed.
tobio
We won
shouyou♡
i saw!!!! knew you would
Kageyama smiles down at his phone and is just about to put it away when another message from Hinata comes in.
shouyou♡
there’s a surprise waiting for u at ur apt (･ω<)☆*: ･ﾟ
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God, oh god, Kageyama thinks he might spontaneously combust.
Hinata sent him another picture message, but this time he’s not at the gym. Oh no, he’s in Kageyama’s fucking apartment.
By the side of his mostly unused desk, there’s a large full body mirror that sits propped up against the wall, mostly to take up space, but it’s useful once in a while when he wants to see if an outfit he’s picked out looks good.
The mirror also has a nice view of his bed.
Hinata, who sits at the edge of Kageyama’s bed, wearing a pair of joggers and a tight fitting tank, casually leaning on one of his arms while the other hand holds his phone up to snap a picture in front of the mirror.
The lights in his room are dimmed and Hinata has his legs spread, making him look desirable and down right fucking enticing. Every image that runs through his mind is foul, and hot, and Kageyama wants him so bad he could scream.
He has absolutely no clue why he’s there, Kageyama can’t even begin to think straight enough to ask his boyfriend why he’s in Tokyo and not in Osaka. He knows Hinata had practice today, and considering the time, he should still be in said practice and not lounging seductively on Kageyama’s bed.
So, Kageyama moves on autopilot, throwing his phone somewhere within the depths of his bag before dashing to the showers. He scrubs at every part of his body vigorously, making sure no crevice is left unclean, and washes his hair at the speed of light. In total, he spends four minutes under the hot spray of water. It’s a record for him.
He dresses quickly, choosing to spend the walk from the showers to the lockers frantically toweling his hair and body dry instead of covering himself, not an ounce of shame in his body. While no one bats an eye at his behavior, Hoshiumi does raise an eyebrow at him, but he’s far too keyed up to really notice or care.
After he’s fully clothed he shoves his feet into his sneakers, yanks his bag out of his locker, and practically sprints out of the locker room.
The train ride home is near fucking torture. Kageyama can only think about being taken apart piece by piece by his boyfriend. So many thoughts cross his mind, of Hinata’s hands brushing across his tummy, sweeping down his body to grip his thighs hard enough to leave indents of his fingers before moving up to graze the heat between his legs. Kageyama squeezes them together to alleviate the throbbing.
He goes back and forth between looking at the pictures that were sent to him with the brightness on his phone screen turned all the way down and shunning himself for thinking such filthy thinks on public transport, locking his phone, setting it face down on his thigh while still clutching it tightly in his hand, before giving into temptation and inevitably looking at it again.
Thankfully, after ten more agonizing minutes, the train slows and pulls into the station. Kageyama is up and out of his seat before the train even stops, darting out of the doors the very second they open.
Sprinting the five blocks from the train station to his apartment seems like the only logical thing to do, and because he books it, he’s at his apartment building in less than three minutes.
He digs around his bag to find his keys while he takes the elevator up to his floor. It’s like a fight to get them in, every time Kageyama goes to slide it in, he misses the keyhole. After the fourth try, he realizes it’s because he’s shaking. He takes a deep breath, in and out, and finally it goes in.
Turning the knob, Kageyama pushes open the door but doesn’t get to take two steps inside before he’s being dragged in, turned around, and pinned against the wall right in his entryway.
Hinata is on him in an instant, kissing him like they haven’t seen each other in years. It feels like they haven’t, even though in reality it’s only been maybe a month. One long month of constant games, or practices, or promotion events that both of them can’t seem to come up with the time to make the three hour train ride from one city to another.
Hinata swipes his tongue across the seam of Kageyama’s lips, dipping into Kageyama’s mouth.
In between frantic kisses, Kageyama manages to get out, “What are you doing here?”
Hinata disconnects his lips from Kageyama’s to lick and bite across his jaw and down his neck. He nips and sucks at the skin there hard enough to leave marks. Kageyama shouldn’t think this, considering his very public profession, but he hopes they linger. He wants everyone to see what Hinata’s done to him.
“Gym flooded,” Hinata says. He pulls away from Kageyama’s neck to return to his lips. They kiss, long and deep, before he’s drawing back. “Coach couldn’t find another free space at the last minute, so here I am.” He smiles warmly up at Kageyama and Kageyama can’t do anything but cup Hinata’s face between his hands and tug him in once again.
Kissing Hinata is truly unlike anything Kageyama has ever experienced before. Hinata is relentless with his lips, his tongue, demanding to be let in and explore every inch of Kageyama’s mouth, his body.
Hinata kisses like he plays volleyball, with such an intensity it makes Kageyama feel light headed. Kageyama removes his hands from Hinata’s face to wrap them around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.
Their bodies are pressed flush together, chest to chest, and Hinata nibbles at Kageyama’s bottom lip as he slides his leg in between the warm clutch of Kageyama’s thighs. Hinata rocks up into him, a strong well toned thigh grazing the heat between his legs. Kageyama gasps into the kiss when Hinata makes contact with him. He tries to grind down to increase the pressure, but Hianta keeps him right where he wants him, hands gripping tight around Kageyama’s waist.
“Shouyou,” Kageyama breathes against Hinata’s plush lips.
“Hmm?” Hinata hums, smiling into their kisses.
Hinata detaches a hand from Kageyama’s waist to dip it underneath the waistband of Kageyama’s sweatpants. He rubs at the delicate skin there, back and forth, before delving even lower.
“Oh? No underwear Kageyama-kun?” Hinata teases. He slides his hand down, down, down until he comes in contact with Kageyama’s soft wet folds.
“And you’re soaked already?” Hinata pushes further, dragging two fingers from the source of the slick at his entrance all the way up to his clit, barely rubbing circles around him. He strokes it one, two, three times before removing his hand from the confines of Kageyama’s sweatpants. Kageyama is going to die. He’s going to die a long, grueling death because if there’s one thing Hinata Shouyou is, it’s a tease .
“Shouyou,” Kageyama groans. He wants to move this elsewhere, preferably to his bed.
“Tobio,” Hinata kisses him again, and Kageyama loses his train of thought.
They stand against the wall making out for what feels like an eternity. Hinata goes back and forth between grinding his own cock against Kageyama’s thigh and dipping his hand back into Kageyama’s sweats, just to give him barely there, fleeting touches and nothing more.
It’s agony. Kageyama feels like he’s going to shake out of his skin at any moment. He needs more right now .
Kageyama breaks away from Hinata’s lips, taking deep breaths as he tries to collect his thoughts. He grabs Hinata by the shoulders to lightly shove him back, just to be able to think straight.
“You’re a menace,” Kageyama says.
“Why would you think that?” Hinata asks, voice dripping with faux innocence.
“All day you have been sending me pictures of your stupid hot body,” Kageyama begins, but Hinata cuts in before he can finish.
“Has it been all day?” He teases and Kageyama shuts him up by putting a hand over his mouth. Hinata licks him in retaliation.
“Shut up. You send me those pictures and then show up here out of nowhere, and you’ve been killing me.” Kageyama removes his hand and lets it fall to his side.
Hinata bites at his lip, either to drive Kageyama even more crazy or to keep himself from laughing at how much he’s riled Kageyama up.
“I see,” Hinata says, “And what do you want, Tobio? Tell me,” he gets back up in Kageyama’s face, close enough that Kageyama can feel Hinata’s breath fan across his cheeks.
Kageyama doesn’t get another word out before Hinata is speaking again.
“I’ll tell you what I want, because I’ve been thinking about you all day. I want to taste you so bad, how does that sound?” Hinata asks. Kageyama is pretty sure his jaw is on the floor, and despite his mouth being open he struggles to take in air. He wants that so bad.
He nods hastily in agreement. “Yes,” he breathes, “I want that too.”
Together, they stumble into Kageyama’s bedroom, kissing messily while trying to strip each other of their clothes. Hinata gets his tank off and Kageyama kicks his pants to some dark corner of the room and sheds his shirt in the process as well.
As soon as Kageyama is stripped down to nothing, Hinata is backing him up until the backs of his knees are hitting the bed, lightly pushing him until he lays down. Kageyama moves to sit back against the pillows, but Hinata stops him with a hand to his tummy.
“Nope! Stay right here,” Hinata says with a smile.
Kageyama raises an eyebrow at him, but shortly understands where he’s coming from when Hinata drops to his knees right then and there. With Kageyama at the very edge of the bed, Hinata pulls him forward just a bit and Kageyama gets the hint to swing his legs over the breadth of Hinata’s shoulders.
Like this, Kageyama is fully on display. He’s entirely exposed and laid out like a meal, all for Hinata. Just for Hinata.
Hinata takes Kageyama’s thighs in his hands, pushing them further apart as he settles in between them. He caresses the smooth skin of the inside of Kageyama’s thighs, kissing amd marking him all over and just shy of where Kageyama really fucking wants him.
Kageyama can feel how wet he is. He feels himself throbbing and aching because he wants to be touched so bad. In an attempt to get Hinata to move on from marking up his thighs, he rolls his hips, but is only met with a hand pinning him to the bed.
“Fuck, Shouyou, come on,” Kageyama grits out. He grabs Hinata’s hair and pulls him away from his legs, not letting him do any more damage to them.
“So needy tonight, Tobio,” Hinata says and finally, finally, gives him what he’s been longing for.
Hinata takes his thumb, rubbing gently at his clit while adding tiny little kitten licks along with the movement of his finger. It’s agonizingly slow and not anywhere near the amount of pressure he wants, what he needs . Kageyama raises his hips again, trying to buck into the touch of Hinata’s hand, but Hinata keeps him held down with the other.
Kageyama grunts and tries again.
To no avail, he fails and Hinata laughs.
Sliding down the folds of Kageyama’s cunt, Hinata traces a finger around his entrance before pushing in with just one, and licking a broad stripe up. He begins to work his finger in and out of Kageyama, too slow for his liking, but when Hinata tongues at Kageyama’s clit, sucking and licking at him like he’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, Kageyama cannot really care too much about it.
If Hinata kisses well, he eats pussy like a fucking champ.
Kageyama burns with the feeling of Hinata’s tongue taking him apart. He toys with the sensitive nerves of Kageyama’s clit, then slides his face down to join his now two fingers fucking him with more of a steady pace, proding him open even further to have his tongue join them.
“God, you taste so good,” Hinata mumbles against him. “So good for me.”
Kageyama throws his head back and moans. Hinata is persistent, not showing him any mercy as he continues to finger him and eat him with fervor.
Each pass of Hinata’s tongue against his clit has sparks flying into his tummy, he’s hot with the sensation of it. Soon Hinata’s fingers are hitting deep enough to make him shudder, and the continuously lapping and sucking are making him see stars behind his eyes.
Kageyama starts to shake, legs trembling around Hinata’s shoulders, and he reattaches his hand to Hinata’s head, lacing his fingers through the orange curls and tugs hard. Hinata moans around his clit and Kageyama uses his grip on Hinata’s hair to grind against his mouth.
Hinata can’t even keep him in place anymore, and it seems like he doesn’t even care as Kageyama chases his high against his boyfriend's tongue.
It doesn’t take much more until Kageyama is practically convulsing, squeezing Hinata between his thighs as he comes.
“Shit, shit, fuck,” Kageyama cries. He rides out his orgasm around Hinata’s fingers, Hinata detaching his mouth from Kageyama’s cunt to murmur sweet things to him.
“Gorgeous, Tobio. You did so well, you took me so well,” Hinata whispers against the jut of his hip.
Kageyama’s chest heaves as he slowly comes back down to reality, no longer completely plagued by desire. But deep down, he knows he’s not done. He still wants more, he needs more.
Hinata strokes his thumb against Kageyama’s clit one last time before sliding his fingers out of Kageyama’s hole and popping them into his mouth. Kageyama groans and flops completely down onto the bed, unable to look at Hinata while he does that, even though his mouth has been in much dirtier places.
He lays there for a moment, reveling in the afterglow with his eyes shut, until he hears shuffling and grunting coming from just below him.
Cracking an eye open, Kageyama peers down to see Hinata leaning his head against Kageyama’s knee and jerking off. Well that just won't do.
“Shouyou,” Kageyama calls out.
“Yeah?” Hinata sighs.
“Quit doing that and come up here,” Kageyama says. Hinata is on his feet in an instant, shoving his joggers all the way down and ridding his body of clothing.
Kageyama spreads his legs apart even more and draws Hinata in by the hands. Hinata crawls on top of him, tugging Kageyama across his lap so his ass rests on his thighs. Grabbing his cock, Hinata strokes himself a few times before lining himself up.
“Wait!” Hinata pulls back and turns towards Kageyama’s bedside table. “What about—”
“We don’t need one, come on,” Kageyama begs and that’s all Hinata needs to line himself up, again, and push into Kageyama’s tight heat.
God, Hinata’s dick is exquisite. It fills him up so wonderfully and both Hinata and his dick often leave Kageyama unable to use his words, just little gasps and near pathetic sounds. Once Hinata is buried completely inside of Kageyama, he leans down, kisses him deeply, then begins fucking him in earnest.
By the looks of it, Hinata is just as riled up as Kageyama was, and he lets him know it too. Each thrust into Kageyama is rough and frenzied, and it hits every single good spot along the way. Their kissing turns into panting in each other's mouths, unable to keep up with making it good, so Hinata buries his face into the crook of Kageyama’s neck, biting and nipping and kissing the skin there.
“Feels so good,” Hinata moans against him, “You feel so fucking good around me.”
Kageyama can do nothing but lean back and take it, and he’s happy to do so. The slick squelching sounds of Hinata driving his cock deep within him have Kageyama flushing. Hinata’s cock is hitting that one spot repeatedly, so good and so deep Kageyama thinks that if he puts his hand up against his stomach, he could feel him there.
And god, isn’t that a thought.
Instead of that, though, Kageyama trails his hand down to his clit and strokes himself. The heat starts building again, but this time it’s not all at once.
He feels it coming when Hinata runs his fingers through the dark locks of his hair, pulling just enough that it’s pleasurable. He feels it when Hinata knocks his hand out of the way and gathers both of Kageyama’s is one of his, pinning them above his head. He knows it’s about to burst when Hinata presses a downright filthy kiss to his lips, grinding his cock into Kageyama in lieu of pulling in and out, in and out.
Kageyama lets out one long, lewd whine and comes apart at the hand of his boyfriend.
“Yeah, that’s it pretty boy, come for me,” Hinata whispers against his mouth.
He shakes, pants, and writhes around Hinata as he comes for the second time in less than ten minutes. Kageyama feels so fucking good he has to assume this is what heaven is like.
It’s not long before Hinata is following him, fucking into Kagyama only a handful of times before he’s groaning and spilling his release inside of Kageyama.
Minutes, or maybe hours, go by where they lay like that, with Hinata on top of Kageyama. Neither of them are willing to move, but when the stickiness starts to feel disgusting as it dries on Kagyema’s inner thigh, he taps at Hinata’s shoulder.
“Let’s go shower,” Kagyema suggests, running his fingers from Hinata’s shoulder blade up his neck and to his hair. He scratches his nails against Hinata’s scalp and he hums at the feeling.
“In a minute, just wanna hold you a little longer,” Hinata says.
“Yeah, okay.”
Kageyama breathes in the scent of his boyfriend, and they smell like sex, but beneath that is that warm, musky, masculine smell he’s always attached to Hinata, and it plucks at his heart strings. He really missed Hinata, and hornyness aside, he’s so glad to see him.
Even if it was unexpected, Hinata is never unwelcome. In fact, Kageyama might have to take a page out of his book and surprise Hinata.
For now, though, he’s content enough to be held and to be loved.