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It took three years, but Hinata Shouyou finally figured out how to get his life together enough to make it to his classes with his coffee, colored pens, planner, and fully charged laptop ready for the day. University was much different than high school; he never had to study in high school, but learned how to very quickly after he flunked every test in his first semester. His first two years had been littered with them in his general studies class but starting last year, when his schedule began to fill with content-specialty specific classes, he found himself enjoying what it finally meant to be in college.
Walking into the small lecture hall, he found a seat in the second row near the walkway to claim as he started the semester. He only needed an intro to sociology to fill his humanities level, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for this particular section. Perhaps it had something to do with his personality as well...
He had bounced back and forth between majors his first semester but soon found something that truly encompassed all his love of people. Global Studies was one of those majors that most people didn’t even know existed until they were struggling to find something to claim. Known as “the food critics of the melting pot,” GS students found themselves to be more successful the more they talked to others, the more they listened and watched others. And lucky enough, Hinata loved to meet and learn about other people more than anything. He had gotten pretty good at people-watching and the start of fresh classes was the best time to do it.
Who would come in pretending that they looked like a model every minute of every day but soon would cave to the call of sweat pants? Who would be flying by the seat of their pants from the get-go, never really being behind but never getting a step ahead either? Who would have the mantra “D’s get degrees”? Hinata appreciated them all except one breed of students: the know-it-alls. The ones who come in late usually as the best dressed, ask questions to purposefully trip up the professor, and yet seem to ace all the tests. All while having the stroke of luck from the gods to be insanely attractive, which all adds to their complex, their lure. He sipped his coffee as the class began to fill.
Lo and behold, as their professor began his introductory lecture in sauntered, without a care in the world, an insanely attractive group of well-dressed men laughing and joking. Pretty would be a better word to describe them.
“Ahem, gentleman, if you could kindly make your way to any of the available open seats as the class has already begun.”
"Ah! Our apologies, professor," the tallest of the group began, "We lost track of time standing in the lobby." He was definitely the most attractive of the bunch. His dark hair fell in across his forehead making his deep blue eyes illuminate with mischief.
Hinata rolled his eyes at the audacity. Why not just come to the room and talk in here before class started? Why purposely wait in the lobby two levels below? Unless to make an entrance. Assholes.
"See to it that you and your friends are not late again, Kageyama.” The professor looked unsurprised and unamused. “I would hate to have a discussion with the head of the College of Health over dinner tonight in regards to your group’s lack of attention to detail."
Hinata tried to hide his amusement at the absolute foul look this Kageyama fellow gave to the professor as he pushed his snickering friends up the steps toward the back of the hall. Hinata tried not to turn his head to follow the group of five up but, of course, their presence demanded attention. He was not alone as the professor cleared his voice, causing a whiplash effect as necks snapped forward.
“Now, as I was saying. My name is Professor Stephen Soule, husband of Dean Soule of the College of Health Science. I have degrees in various ologies and making your lives living hell,” he smirked. “Now, this class is going to teach you the very basics, the very, very, very tip of the iceberg to what sociology is.
“But we're going to do it in a roundabout way. See, I believe that we all learn more by doing and actively participating. Sociology is the study of social issues, and the main one of each generation is public speaking while battling anxiety. Some of you could speak for about ten minutes straight thanks to your mentors, teachers, and scholarship prep committees before the shakes, confusion, and blow to self-confidence take control. How do we combat this?”
Hinata felt himself beginning to vibrate with excitement. This is what all the reviews had mentioned—Professor Soule was a no-nonsense person whose off-the-wall teaching style made a usually boring elective fun and actually worth taking. All within the first fifteen minutes of class.
“The beginning of each class I will spin this wheel.” An ugly multicolored wheel appeared on the screen behind the professor. “ The person selected will speak about a subject from this bucket.” He held up a five-gallon painter’s bucket, pulling out a few wooden popsicle sticks. From Hinata’s seat, he could vaguely see the writing on each side of the sticks.
“Each stick has four subjects on it, chosen by students who have taken my class in the past. Some are repeated as I don’t actually know what is on every stick. You are to choose one subject to speak about for eleven minutes. The last four minutes will be round-robin-style questions. Your grade is based on how well you engage the class and not sound like a bumbling idiot.’’
“Each person will speak three times this semester.” He spun the wheel. “And we begin today with Hinata Shouyou. Come get a stick.”
Hinata’s smile grew as did his confidence, walking down the steps feeling forty-nine other pairs of eyes following his body. He arrived at the bucket, thinking about his gameplan. Should I grab from the bottom? Ugh, but splinters. But I can see the top ones and I don’t want to cheat. Oh, what about if I sorta just—
“Hurry up, you dumbass.” The voice from the very back called out, sounding bored already. Hinata turned around, glaring at the owner of said voice, unsurprised at the look of irritation on his face. Kageyama, right? Hinata glared and shoved his hand into the bucket.
“Oi, Bakageyama, you’re just jealous I was called first.” He pulled out a stick, waving it as he walked toward the podium. “Besides, I have chosen and my subject is…uh..” weather patterns, southern Europe, Honey, Sun allergies….well…. “Honey, so why don’t you sit there and learn something.” Hinata’s words seemed to shut down any retort from the beautiful stranger.
Hinata took a steadying breath, throwing up his signature smile, and began weaving his tale for the class to listen.
“Honey is one of the most important parts of an ecosystem, especially to the larger portion of a region. Growing up, anytime my family moved, my mother would go down to the local farmer’s market or bee-keeper and buy raw local honey. Like, you should be able to drive to the address on the bottle and see the bees in the flesh. Honey has many beneficial properties…”
This was his element. He loved this feeling— being the center of everyone’s world, if for a moment. To have all eyes on him if only for a grade and to be marked present. But still, it was invigorating. Especially when a frosty glare never left his.
Hinata didn’t realize he knew so much about the subject until he glanced at his professor. A tap of the watch signified the end of the speech and a move into the question portion. He only had to answer a few, but he was confident he could manage. A younger blonde in the front row raised her hand first.
“Can you receive the same benefits eating the honeycomb itself?” Oh, good. An easy one.
“Unfortunately, nothing has been proven with a hundred percent accuracy but most believe no, because the honeycomb just holds the honey. It would be like eating the container of your peanut butter expecting the protein of the peanut butter. Great question!” Hinata gave her a thumbs-up as he scanned the room.
He paled slightly at the sight of a hand raised attached to tall, dark, and rude. “Why do you know so much about honey?” Kageyama asked, all the confidence in the world. Hinata paused, expecting more of a trap question, before answering.
“Actually, I don’t know. It’s one of those things my family always spoke about and it just stuck with me.” He smirked at the chuckles to his pun. Oh, he had them eating out of the palm of his hand. “Anyone el—”
“Actually, I’m not done,” Kageyama spoke again mocking Hinata. “Most of what you spoke about is just lore. There’s been no research regarding any of it.” Hinata’s lip twitched in agitation as Kageyama continued, “But what do I, a lowly nutritional student who cannot compare to a communication major, know?”
“I’m actually a Global Studies major, so I’ll take that as a compliment,” Kageyama’s expression dropped a tad, “but you’re correct.” Hinata opened his arms in a welcoming motion. “I did pull most of my presentation from the lore of several cultures around the world. But that’s alright since all of you lovely individuals,” he gestured to the group in the back, “have your very own nutritional studies peer group in the back. Make sure to direct any additional questions to them in the lobby before class.”
That might have been too far, as several classmates coughed to cover their laughs or discomfort. But it was still not enough for Kageyama, the asshole.
“Alright, Boke. Tell us.” Kageyama leaned forward on his elbows, eyes narrowed to mere slits. “Does any culture talk about the other properties of honey?”
“Ah,” Hinata scratched the back of his head, suddenly embarrassed. “Yes, some cultures talk about the aphrodisiac properties and it’s held in high regard as a potent fertile ingredient. Many women would lather their inner thighs before laying with men. While men would try and uh,” Kageyama’s grin was feral by this point as Hinata continued to walk into his trap, “use it as lubrication, as the honey was thicker than most of the items they have. Though most rational people of the modern age would tell you that is a very bad idea.”
“Well, would you look at that, Tooru? He might not be a virgin after all.’’ Hinata felt his temperature rise when the rest of the pretty squad erupted into laughter with the rest of the class. “See him after class for all your kink tips and tricks, ladies, gentlemen, and people of the jury. He’s got a worldwide view.”
“Enough, Kageyama. You’ve had your fun,” Professor Soule stepped in, halting the sizzling comeback Hinata had on his tongue. “Hinata, excellent job. What a wonderful way to start the semester off.”
Hinata couldn’t find the will to pay attention to the rest of the class as he focused his hatred toward several rows back.
Just wait until it’s your turn, Kageyama.
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Their interactions were few and far between after that first day, other than mean glares and purposefully getting into debates with subjects of varying degrees. The argument regarding gender roles versus cultural norms was a particularly heated subject that ended with almost thrown fists. Luckily, a few classmates, including some of Kageyama’s pretty boys, were able to separate the two when Kageyama managed to get a hand on Hinata’s collar.
Hinata wasn’t sure what pissed him off more—knowing Kageyama managed to change his opinion on the subject or that he dreamt about those hands and strong arms throwing him by his collar…. Onto a bed… against a wall… in an alley. After that, Hinata could not go a few days without a wet dream of Kageyama’s piercing blue eyes.
Hinata showed up for class every day hoping and praying that it would be Kageyama’s turn to speak upon a subject, and he just hoped it was a subject that he knew more about than the candidate.
The moment eventually came a month into the semester when the professor walked in and just radiated “fuck the universe and anyone who talks to me” energy.
“So, none of my files are showing up on my computer today no matter what I do, and IT says that they can't recover it. I need a volunteer for today's lecture as I sit in the back of the classroom and pretend to listen while I try to fix this stupid garbage computer.”
Hinata’s hand raised before he could stop it— before his brain had finished processing the aftermath of what he was about to do. He knew the wrath of the blue eyes would never leave him again. That thought alone shot thrill down his spine and straight to his crotch, something he would deny until the day he died. As if Fate had constructed the moment all by themselves, Kageyama walked in the door as Hinata gave his suggestion.
“Kageyama would be a great presenter today, don’t you think, professor?”
Kageyama stuttered in his step, locking widening eyes with Hinata. Hinata felt the hair on the back of his neck stand as he watched a cycle of emotions flitted across his face. Fear, understanding, rage… before the smug dripping in actual sex appeal look Hinata loved to hate sat on his features, shoulders broadening under the challenge.
“Professor, I accept shorty’s recommendation.” Kageyama dropped his bag beside the podium but opted to sit on the edge of the desk.
“Yep. Tobio. Great. Subject from the peanut gallery… Dammit, why does it keep saying that?” Professor Soule grunted from the back. Voices began ringing out various subjects as Hinata watched Kageyama’s body language. At ‘market yourself for potential employers,’ Kageyama rolled his eyes. At ‘how to tell if the product is good,’ he scrunched up his nose with a little grimace. At ‘skincare routines.’ he flattened out his expression. But something caught his attention as he froze with his thermos by his mouth.
“Presumptuous for you to assume that I'm into women, but sure, let’s do that one.” Kageyama took a drink before continuing, “How to ask a woman out. But let’s say someone instead, yeah?”
Hinata refused to accept the fact that he sat a little straighter and his ears perked up. So he’s not attracted to women?
Kageyama swirled his thermos for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking with such authority, Hinata felt captured in a siren’s tale.
“The first thing to do when you decide you want to ask someone out is to understand your ultimate goal. If it’s merely sex, then you need to plan from point A to B to C with consent and transparency the entire time. If it’s a relationship, well,” he chuckled slightly, “then you need to plan from point A through F understanding that, at any point, everything can be derailed.’’
Hinata settled into his chair. He had planned on sabotaging the discussion as Kageyama had done to him, but with the way Kageyama was already speaking, Hinata was actually curious to see what he would say. It had nothing to do with the way his lips moved when he spoke or the confidence that radiated out of him. Nope. Not at all.
“You have to know your strengths before you approach another human being. And I don't mean the lies that you spout in an interview to get hired; no, I mean your personality and your physical attributes. Use them to your advantage. For example, if you smell like shit after a workout, don't try to make moves after a workout.” Giggles floated from around the audience. "You'd be surprised how much putting just the slightest bit of thought into your plan of action can actually help you reach your goal.”
He set his thermos down, crossing his ankles getting comfortable. Hinata eyed his long legs through the grey slacks. They stretched across his thighs and seemed tight in the crotch. Hinata felt a light heat on his neck as he quickly caught himself staring too long. Luckily, Kageyama didn’t seem to notice as he continued with his lecture.
“When asking someone out you need to have four things in mind. One,” he held up a finger, “are they in your league? Again, I don't mean this weird pseudo-league that people talk about. I really mean, are they in your orbit? Are they enough in your daily schedule that it's not going to alter your schedule or their schedule to hang out seamlessly? If they’re not in your schedule, are you willing to change how you live your life? ‘Cause if not, see you later, this person isn't for you.
“The second thing—do you know them at all?” The room seemed to quiet down at this thought. Kageyama arched a brow like he didn’t expect this to be the step that surprised everyone the most. “It's not like you have to be best friends from childhood for 8 years before you ask someone out but, if you're just going on looks alone, you're shooting in the dark at the “good person or serial killer” dartboard. Have at least one conversation like a decent human being before deciding to pursue them. A ‘hi, hello, how's the weather?’ Do you read books for fun? Do you like any sports?”
He shrugged his shoulders and the shirt lifted enough to see the faintest line of dark hair right above his belt buckle. “Small talk is small talk for a reason. Do they grab your attention with their voice? Is the way that their eyes light up when they talk about something they enjoy enough to get your engine going?
“The third thing to understand is that you have to be confident going in. It’s completely okay to be nervous out of your mind on the inside, but when you walk up to them, you need to be confident and not stutter over your words--which is where the overall goal comes in. Don't say ‘Hey, whenever you're free,’ because you're not going to be free whenever they're free.” Kageyama clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. Goddammit, was he an athlete or could he just not afford loose-fitting clothes?
“Now, you don't want to give them a dissertation, you’re just trying to grab some food. You want to make sure that you have at least three different dates with three different times available. Everyone likes to have options unless you're into the whole subservient role. Which cool, but maybe not before you get a date, yeah?”
He clapped his hands, seeming to hype himself up. “Let's talk about the plan before we get to the fourth thing. What do you want to do? Where do you want to go? These are questions you need to have answered in your head. For example, I'm free on Wednesday night, Thursday afternoon, and Saturday morning. I know a few brunch places and I'm really digging this Mexican place down the street. What do you like?
“I’ve just told them my schedule and my flexibility in venue from a casual brunch to a nicer dinner. But most importantly, I've shown them that I'm willing to work around their schedule and that I'm serious about this. It's not a throwaway thing,” Kageyama held up four fingers wiggling them, “which goes directly into item four. You need to make sure your goal is attainable. If you're someone who falls in love after the first date, already hearing wedding bells, your goal should not be ‘friends-with-benefits’ because it's not going to work. On the flip side, if you're looking for someone to just pass the time with, a black-tie event probably is not the way to go. Then—”
A voice from the back of the room interrupted him. Hinata recognizes it as one of his friends. Oikashi? Oiwaka? Hinata couldn’t keep them all straight. “Yeah, yeah you talk a good talk but how do we know your tips actually work? What's the point of listening to you, Tobio?”
A few more voices joined when Yachi, the girl who sat next to Hinata, jumped out of her seat. “You can't even get to class on time! I bet these don’t even work!”
Kageyama paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Alright, fine. You're right. Let's put it to work, shall we?” He swiftly grabbed his bag and thermos.
And walked directly toward Hinata’s section.
Toward Hinata.
For Hinata.
He stopped a few stairs below Hinata's row, setting his thermos down in front of him. Hinata could vaguely smell honey mixing with the tea while the voice inside his head was praying to every God he had ever studied for this to not be a joke. Please.
“Hey, Hinata.” Kageyama smiled while Hinata hoped no one else could hear his frantically beating heart. “I'm free on Wednesday night, Thursday afternoon, and Saturday morning. I know a few brunch places around and I'm really digging this Mexican place down the street. Would you be interested in grabbing a meal with me?”
Time stood still as Hinata searched his eyes for any hints of humor or signs of it being a cruel joke. The blue eyes that had haunted his dreams were bright and vibrant and sincere. After what threatened to be an inappropriately long pause, Hinata finally laughed.
“You know what? Sure, why not?” He leaned forward on his hand, mirth still bubbling on his lips. “Thursday afternoon matches my schedule.”
As the class hooped and hollered at the interaction, Kageyama rolled his eyes playfully before walking back to his desk. Professor Soule picked that exact moment to give up on his computer and started his lecture. He gave no feedback to Kageyama regarding his speech, or about the interaction afterward.
Hinata couldn’t concentrate on anything during class, instead, he found himself replaying every moment with the blue-eyed demon named Kageyama. Maybe he had hallucinated it all?
When class ended, Hinata began to gather his things when he saw Kageyama pass by him. When they locked eyes, Kageyama placed a teabag label on the desk, not breaking his stride or conversation. Hinata began to pout at the lack of interaction when he realized what was on the paper square. The name of the restaurant, Thursday’s date, and a time of 2 pm were scribbled. Hinata touched the square to his lips, giddy but nervous.
Surely this wouldn’t go anywhere.
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Hinata could think of nothing except how soft Kageyama’s lips were as they crashed through his front door trying to undress without breaking their kiss. His mouth was warm and inviting, which some part of Hinata’s mind laughed about, since the fact was so in contrast to Kageyama’s seemingly cool personality.
Lunch had gone amazingly well, with them having a lot in common. Their little table in the corner seemed to block out the rest of the world. Both recounted how different high school was from university even to almost failing classes. Kageyama got it together his second year while Hinata floundered. They laughed and joked about Kageyama’s “pretty friend squad” with Hinata finding himself smug over how well he pegged all of their personalities.
“Ya know, I would be more impressed if you put that effort into your studies,” Kageyama taunted, but Hinata just flipped him the bird while tasting his food.
At one point between their meal and dessert, their knees brushed each other under the table. Kageyama declined dessert, opting to drum his fingertips on Hinata’s knee as the latter dove into the flan. His fingers moved to draw patterns on his knee. Glancing up, Hinata saw that Kageyama had his chin in his hand looking across the restaurant. His face was hard to read but his shoulders were rigid.
“So,” he watched as blue eyes lazily turned toward him, “we went from almost exchanging fists in class to a date. Based on your lecture, what's your goal?”
Is this a move? Is this a sign? Hinata swallowed the bite he held in his mouth as he moved closer to the table, settling his leg between Kageyama’s. His fingers froze during the move but began again in their new position on his thigh.
Hinata watched as the tips of Kageyama’s ears turned red when one digit dipped to the inner thigh. The hand went to pull away when Hinata caught it. He placed Kageyama’s hand back on his lap with a tap and continued with his flan.
Kageyama’s broad shoulders relaxed and the fingers began again, no longer hesitating in their course of intricate designs. A nail or two would swipe against the fabric of his pants, sending a shot of electricity up Hinata’s thigh. They continued this silent exchange until Hinata scooped up his final bites.
“Honestly? At first, to not be made a fool of in class. Thank you for that, by the way.” Kageyama smirked as Hinata pretended to wave to his adoring fans.
“But now,” Kageyama leaned forward, pushing his hand to brush the sensitive junction of the thigh to the groin. Even through the jeans, Hinata shivered at the bold contact. “I want to see which God a Global Studies scholar cries out for as he’s getting fucked stupid.”
Hinata choked on the bite as Kageyama’s smirk grew, “So are you free right now?”
Hinata gulped down his water, nodding. Kageyama dropped some money on the table, pulling him out of the booth and out the door.
It wasn’t long before he was now pushing a half-naked Hinata onto the bed.
Both lost their jackets and shoes by the door. Shirts were thrown somewhere in the hall. Hinata only had one sock on as they both moved frantically to undo their jeans.
“How long do you have?” Kageyama grunted, kicking off his jeans working down his underwear and socks.
“I have an evening class at 6:30 back on campus. You?” Hinata lifted his hips to push off his pants when Kageyama knocked his hands away, falling between his knees. Hinata shuddered as the warm mouth connected on his hip bone. “Fu—uck, Kageyama!”
“Tobio. Lube. 7 across town. Have to leave by 6,” Kageyama was licking, slurping, sucking his way up and down Hinata’s torso. Hinata felt his head swimming just from the feeling alone but watching him was sending him into a frenzy. He couldn’t stop watching this beautiful man undress him.
His arm went to the side table, hastily opening the drawer searching for the bottle. He found it but lost his grip as he felt a hot swipe across his slit.
Kageyama laughed briefly, repeating the action before grabbing the bottle from Hinata. “Or, we can both skip and spend the rest of the night in here.” His hand slowly pumped Hinata a few times before pulling all the way off. “Hinata? Can you skip?” His voice was begging as if Hinata would suddenly change his mind.
Hinata pushed the dark hair off Kageyama’s forehead, threading his fingers into the locks. Kageyama moaned at the action allowing his head to be pulled back. Hinata licked his lips at the sight of him; half-lidded eyes, swollen lips, cheeks tinted.
How was he so fucking attractive? “Let me have you for the night.”
“Call me Shouyou. And it depends on if round one sucks.” The mere hint of Kageyama not fulfilling Hinata in every way electrified the air. “So, To-bi-o, let’s see if you can… oh, what were your words?” Hinata tapped his chin, releasing his grip on the hair. Kageyama’s eyes darkened to black but Hinata merely smiled. “Fuck me stupid.”
Kageyama’s mouth smashed against Hinata’s, forcing both of them back on the bed, pinning one of his arms between them. Their tongues rolled around one another but Hinata broke away as he felt a lubed hand pumping him again. He didn’t stop the moans and groans as Kageyama murmured into his neck as he scrambled for purchase with his free hand.
“You’re not going to remember your name or mine. Which deity will you call me, Shouyou?” He felt a smirk as the hand around his cock increased its pace. Hinata pushed against Kageyama, trying to free his arm. He wanted to touch him everywhere, to make him feel good. “Hmm? Shouyou? Let me hear you, Sunshine.”
“God, fuck, you’re teasing me,” Hinata whined, bucking his hips. “Ishtar, Rati, Tu Shen… whoever you want. Just let me touch you.”
The lewd squelching sounds increased as Hinata finally pried his arm out free. He was so close already— it wasn’t fair. He reached down to feel Kageyama, only to have his hand again, slapped away. He settled on roaming the divots of his hips, around the smaller waist, trying to lose himself in the feeling of his oncoming orgasm, but not enough to waste his chance at memorizing the body that had been haunting his dreams.
Hinata kept one hand gripping Kageyama’s ass, keeping him close as the other drug nails up his spine. Hinata wanted to leave marks. He wanted Tobio Kageyama to think of him anytime he took his shirt off, got into a shower, and laid across his sheets. Kageyama shivered, grinding against Hinata’s thighs before suddenly biting the ginger’s neck.
That’s all it took for Hinata to crest, shooting ribbons between their stomachs. Kageyama hummed contently, pumping slowly, refusing to release from his spot on the now bruising neck. He licked, sucked, and bit some more until he finally pulled away, pleased at the marks that were beginning to darken.
“Well, in that case, let’s make a new god. Call me Tobio, God of Shouyou.” He rubbed Hinata’s cheek as he came down from his high. “Looks like we’re off to a great start.”
“Shuddup,” Hinata squeaked. “That wasn’t even fair, Tobio.”
Kageyama clicked his tongue, standing and rolling Hinata onto his stomach. Hinata whined at the feeling of cum on his bedspread but it quickly changed into a moan when Kageyama spread his cheeks. He blew on the pulsing hole.
“I never said I was a fair god. I’m completely selfish. Only looking to devour.” A slow sudden lick pulled a guttural moan from both men.
“Just lay there and sing my praises, Sunshine. I’ll make it worth my selfishness.” Kageyama didn’t wait for a response, his tongue swirling around the circle before dipping inside. He ate like a hungry man, the sounds from Hinata fueling him. Fingers were slowly added but when one curled looking for Nirvana, Hinata clenched, red alerts going off in his brain. Kageyama froze immediately.
“Don’t make me cum again,” Hinata whined. “Just stretch me, Tobio.” Kageyama peppered kisses on the swell of his ass and did as he was told. Three digits scissoring, kisses along his spine, and the wandering hand touching as much skin as possible, Hinata sighed trying to soothe his impending finish. The ripping of foil broke his haze.
“Remember, Shouyou,” Kageyama’s voice was deep as he aligned himself, finishing off the bottle of lube with a final squirt between Hinata’s cheeks. “My name’s Tobio.”
He pushed in, and Hinata buried his face into the pillows. Inch by inch, Kageyama’s cock filled him completely. Hands gripped his hips to stop him from moving as Kageyama became fully seated inside. Hinata shook his ass in an attempt to get friction, but the fingertips dug into him.
“Stop before you end it, dumbass,” Kageyama panted, slowly grinding. “You feel amazing, Shouyou. So good. So hot.” He pulled out and repeated the action several times— each time grinding harder and deeper like he was trying to rearrange Hinata’s insides. Finally, he began a rhythm that had Hinata cooing.
“Ah, ah, Tobio! Please, ah. Good! Too good!” The babbling only increased as the snapping of hips picked up the pace. Kageyama didn’t break his stride as he planted a foot flat beside Hinata’s knee to angle himself deeper, harder, faster.
Hinata tried to pull himself up on the headboard of the bed but ended up falling back down as Kageyama mercilessly continued his thrusting.
“Sunshine,” he grunted. “Are you close?” Hinata could only nod and moan as tears fell from his eyes. Kageyama gripped his shoulders, the movement of his hips gaining speed and becoming erratic for another minute as he finished. “Fu-uck Shouyou. Fuck!”
Hinata came a second time with a cry, drool pooling around him, hips bucking, and sweat dripping off him. Kageyama slumped against his back, languidly kissing his shoulders as Hinata’s brain slowly came back online. His lower half slowly slid down onto the bed, happily humming as the weight of Kageyama settled nicely on him.
“You really never stop smiling do you?”
Hinata cracked open an eye. Kageyama looked like a God with wild hair, a light sheen of sweat across his body, a healthy pink flushed face, and crystal clear eyes. His god. Hinata shivered as those crystal eyes dragged down his body as if he had never seen him before. Even though Hinata was pretty sure three of his vertebrae were out of alignment now. And they were still connected.
“Not unless a know-it-all picks a fight with me in class.” Hinata mumbled through labored breaths. Kageyama laughed as he pulled out. “Bathroom’s through that door. When I can feel my legs, I’ll switch the sheets, but the towels are underneath the sink.”
“Been a while huh?” Kageyama tied and tossed the condom into the trash. He stretched his full length while Hinata propped up on his elbow, admiring the show.
“Mmhmm. You?”
“You have no idea,” Kageyama leaned over Hinata, cupping his cheek for a moment before tapping it. “I’m going to jump in the shower if that’s alright.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Oh, and don’t forget to cancel your shit,” he turned toward the bath. “We’re grabbing food and more lube. I need some more offerings from my new disciple.”
Hinata’s entire body lit bright red as Kageyama’s laugh bounced off the tiles.
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