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Hinata stood astonished in the empty club room and watched the door swing shut where Kageyama had just exited. When the setter’s footsteps had faded from earshot he let out a shaky breath, he secretly loved pissing him off but this time it had taken a strange direction. Hinata couldn’t get how close he had gotten out of his head, how his deep blue eyes had trailed down to the shorter boy’s lips before his breath hitched mid-sentence. The yelling stopped and his face turned beet red and suddenly he was on his way out the door. The ginger knew he hadn’t imagined it. If he would’ve leaned forward only a few more centimetres their lips would’ve touched. He wondered if Kageyama’s lips were soft or chapped, he had a habit of chewing them when he was concentrating.
Hinata scrunched his face up in frustration, was he just fantasizing about Kageyama? Maybe Kageyama was fantasizing about him... He perked up a bit at this thought. What was going through his teammate’s mind that made him blush so furiously? Was he thinking about what Hinata’s lips felt like too? Was he debating closing the gap between them and reaching out to touch him? The thought of the setter’s nimble fingers on his skin brought a shiver down his spine.
The redhead leaned back and tried to picture his hands caressing him, pushing him against the wall. Kageyama definitely would do something forceful like that. He shook his head, why was this turning him on so much? He felt the lightheadedness of having so much blood rush downward. He pictured Kageyama going home and touching himself to the same thoughts.
Hinata groaned at how hard he had become. Everyone had gone home, it was only him and Kageyama who stayed late to practice. He cautiously released his erection from his shorts and gave himself a couple strokes. The thought of the raven haired man possibly coming back in and catching him just aroused him even more.
”Ah, what am I doing?” He asked himself out loud. He licked his palm and started to pump back and forth steadily, mind swirling with images of Kageyama. His breathing was ragged and there was no going back now. If he walked in on him like this there would be no excuse he could make. He imagined Kageyama opening the door, his handsome face stained crimson just like when he left, and crossing the room swiftly to grab him by the collar like he did so often in anger. But this time he would pin him to the wall, his chest muscular and so incredibly warm against his body. The thought made him buck into his hand with a gasp.
”Kageyama!” He hissed, closing his eyes to focus on his fantasy. He traced his thumb over the tip and imagined it was the setter’s tongue. He wondered if he could take all of him in his mouth, he probably could; Kageyama was good at everything he did. He sped up and rolled his head back, he was getting close. His skin felt so hot and his gasps and moans filled the small room, he seemed so loud with no other sound.
Hinata grabbed the bottom on his shirt and pulled it up, shoving it into his mouth in an attempt to muffle his lewd noises. His orgasm hit him in a desperate wave that left him shaking. He came into his palm with a choked cry.
The middle blocker stood there panting, his cheeks pink and face burning. He was definitely going to have to think of more ways to piss off Kageyama tomorrow.