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There are few things that mix worse than Kageyama Tobio and alcohol—Kageyama Tobio and challenges, for example.
It would be easy to blame Hoshiumi for getting the idea of taking shot after shot of whatever hard liquor Romero brought over; easier yet to blame Romero for bringing hard liquor to an Adlers party, but Tobio knows it’s all bullshit.
He wishes he could blame someone for this, like Ushijima for not stopping Tobio’s clumsy attempts at flirting, or Ushijima still, for looking so stupidly handsome all the time, not only under the rose-tinted influence of alcohol. Tobio is pretty sure he’s liked the way Ushijima looks ever since their first game against each other back when they were still in middle school—his spiking form was so powerful and breathtaking, it had his little palms sweating when he briefly replaced Oikawa.
Of course, Ushijima’s physique wasn’t his only merit. Tobio had overheard other people disagree, but Tobio found his demeanor extremely appealing as well. Ushijima was always so pragmatic and reliable. So predictable in a way, and predictability was always welcomed by the setter.
‘If I Were Drunk I Would Kiss You’ Friends, or so Sugawara had called them. But while Sugawara had enough foresight to avoid drinking whenever they hung out alone, Tobio was more than well known for his evident lack of self-preservation instincts, and so he had taken drink after drink of anything and everything Hoshiumi shoved into his hands.
Unfortunately for Tobio, he had never flirted with Ushijima, or observed him flirt with anyone, though he had definitely seen plenty of people attempt to get to him before. So with no frame of reference and completely out of his depth, Tobio was struggling to effectively communicate his intentions to the spiker.
“Ushijima-san,” Tobio wanders to where the man is awkwardly standing, bumping against one of the tall stools before deciding to sit down on it to keep from swaying on his feet. Once Ushijima acknowledges him, Tobio takes a deep breath and slurs, “Will you go back to my apartment with me?”
Ushijima blinks. Tobio takes in the uneven blush tinting his cheeks and wonders just how much Ushijima himself has drunk so far. “I cannot drive,” Ushijima explains, “I didn’t even bring my car.”
“I know” —Tobio circles the mouth of his beer with one finger— “It’s not very far from here. We can walk.”
“Very well.” Ushijima nods, and Tobio can’t hold back the smile that strains his cheeks. “Would you rather we leave now, or wait until everyone else is ready to go?”
Tobio wants to ask Ushijima to leave now, immediately, right this second.
He knows he’s not supposed to sound desperate, but he still puts his empty bottle on the counter and mumbles a confident, “Now.”
Ushijima easily agrees, asking Tobio to stay put while he goes to inform their superiors that they’ll be leaving early. While he waits, Kageyama watches Heiwajima attempt to explain to Sokolov why baseball is easy to understand, and why he should be paying better attention to the game being transmitted on the TVs. Sokolov doesn’t look convinced, seemingly more interested in the impromptu arm wrestling tournament that Hoshiumi, Hirugami and Romero have started among themselves.
Once Ushijima approaches them and utters no more than 5 words as far as Tobio can see, Hoshiumi pulls him down into the game. Kageyama feels a twinge of annoyance quickly fizzing out as Ushijima’s large hand wraps tightly around Hoshiumi’s. Ushijima’s bicep swells and tenses so Tobio can see its outline even under the white jacket he’s wearing.
Despite the unfairness of having to play with his right hand, Ushijima easily wins against Hoshiumi, then defeats Romero as well. He struggles for significantly longer against Hirugami, but eventually manages to get their captain to surrender.
“Took you long enough,” Tobio mutters once Ushijima bumbles back over to him.
“I apologize. They refused to let us go unless we won several matches against them. I had to play for you as well.”
Tobio can’t help but grinning as he stumbles out of the stool, and Ushijima steadies him before letting go of him. Looking up, still processing the fact that Ushijima went through the trouble not only of indulging their drunk teammates, but also of playing in Tobio's place. Tobio mumbles, “Thank you.” Ushijima merely nods.
They walk out of the izakaya and into the chilly air of the early night. Tobio points them in the direction of his apartment and Ushijima makes sure he doesn’t veer off track. “Do you need to sit down?” Ushijima asks when Tobio trips with his own feet and bumps into Ushijima’s side. Tobio vehemently refuses any breaks or assistance, itching to get back home as soon as possible. The ride on the elevator is mostly uneventful, except for Tobio's maimed sense of balance making him hold fast to Ushijima’s solid arm, while also leaning into the cold railing. Ushijima helps Kageyama put his key into the right slot and open the door once they manage to find the correct apartment.
Once inside, Tobio wastes no time taking off his jacket and lousily throwing it on the coat rack.
“Are you going to bed?” Ushijima asks, watching Tobio fight against the laces of his shoes. His head whips up towards the man, the room spinning soon after.
“Yes!” Tobio all but shouts, enthusiastically nodding his head before the drowsiness makes him think better of it. “Ushijima-san, come to bed with me too.”
Ushijima looks far from convinced, but he sits down and starts carefully, clumsily undoing his shoelaces. Tobio is vibrating out of his skin by the time their shoes are shoved into one corner of the genkan. He doesn’t give Ushijima enough time to look up before quite literally leaping over and crashing their lips together.
It’s a little painful, and the loud thud of Ushijima’s massive body colliding into the door behind him will surely not go unnoticed by the neighbors, but the motion and Ushijima’s large hands hesitatingly coming to hold Tobio's lithe waist make his stomach swoop.
“Congrats” —a kiss— “To us” —a suggestive roll of his hips— “For getting into” —a nip to Ushijima’s lower lip— “The National team” —a lick over the abused skin— “Again,” Tobio mumbles in between impatient kisses.
“Oh,” Ushijima mumbles once they part, “I thought you wanted me to make sure you got home safely.”
Tobio grins, clumsily taking Ushijima’s face in his hands and squeezing his stubbly cheeks until his lips pout. “I want to have sex,” Kageyama states, leaning in to peck his lips.
“With me,” Ushijima babbles once he’s able to.
Tobio hums, licking Ushijima’s pliant lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. “With you.”
“Ok.”
The New Year’s and Summer Festival fireworks together are nothing compared to the way Tobio's stomach sparkles when Ushijima surges forward to properly slot their lips together, sliding his tongue against Tobio's own. At the same time, Ushijima pulls Tobio to fully sit astride on his lap, and wow, okay, maybe Tobio isn’t the only one who gets turned on with alcohol.
“Where’s your room?” Ushijima groans over Kageyama’s lips.
“Behind that door. At the end of the kitchen,” Tobio breathes back, and then yelps, scrambling to wrap himself around Ushijima’s torso as the man easily gets up on his feet. There’s a little swaying of his stride as he blindly makes his way through the dark, cramped kitchen, but whether it’s because of the unfamiliar layout, the drinks he’s had, or the weight he’s carrying Tobio can’t tell.
Tobio shudders as his back is roughly pressed against the door. “Sorry,” Ushijima mumbles against his neck as he wrestles with the door.
“Here is fine,” Tobio whispers, licking a stripe up to Ushijima’s ear before suckling on his earlobe. Ushijima groans low and guttural, and it rumbles right against Tobio's chest.
“No.”
Tobio sighs, nuzzling Ushijima’s cheek and savoring the burn of his scruffy beard. He trails soft kisses on all the skin he can reach before grinning at Ushijima’s continued struggle. “It slides.”
“Oh.” Ushijima does just as instructed, and the door to Tobio's tiny bedroom opens before them.
Tobio would feel embarrassed of the fact that he forgot to put away his futon if it weren’t one less thing to blindly scramble about for.
Ushijima gently sets him down on the mattress, and Tobio is only slightly disappointed he’s not being a little bit more brutish. He’s alcoholized too, right? Enough so that a mere door presented a nearly frustrating challenge just moments before, and yet he handles Kageyama like a delicate doll he’s afraid to accidentally shatter. Tobio decides to remind him that he’s a full grown Olympian as well.
In one swift motion, Tobio reverses their positions so he’s once again straddling Ushijima’s hips, and Ushijima is laying flat and almost completely off the bed. It only takes a few rolls of his hips, two sneaky hands slithering under Ushijima’s shirt to feel his solid chest, and an enthusiastic open-mouthed kiss for Ushijima’s body to react to Tobio's own.
Large hands steadily explore every curve and dip Tobio has to offer. Of course they’re both intimately acquainted with each other’s anatomy, if by sight alone, since they’re in the same team now, and long conversations in the locker room are more than commonplace—often they’ll get so wrapped up with whatever discussion they’re having, that they’ll forget to continue putting their clothes on until one of their teammates begs them to do it.
Which of course doesn’t mean that finally getting their lips on the other while letting their hands freely roam around is any less titillating.
“Please,” Tobio whispers over Ushijima’s lips, pointedly rutting his hips against Ushijima’s significant erection.
Ushijima’s hands stop their exploration of Tobio's thighs to instead prop himself up. “Lie down.”
A spark of brattiness spurs Tobio to bite his lip and whisper, “Make me.”
“You said—”
“I know.”
“Would you rather be on top?” Ushijima asks, and Tobio has the urge to no-so-gently lean his head on a wall.
“I want you to make me lie down. Shove me down.”
Ushijima blinks, a slight frown creasing his brow. “Really?” Tobio nods, but doesn’t get to add anything else before his back is forced onto the firm futon. Ushijima towers over him, and Tobio's heart is almost louder than Ushijima’s serene voice when he asks, “Now what?”
With a shudder, Tobio licks his lips, opening his knees to allow his spiker to move closer. “Now fuck me.”
This time Ushijima adds nothing, instead letting Tobio pull him down by the neck and slot their lips together once again.
It takes some awkward fumbling to get each other sufficiently naked while staying close enough to savor the other’s mouth at the same time. The fact that Ushijima keeps shoving Tobio so he’ll remain down doesn’t help matters either, but it does make adrenaline shoot through Kageyama’s veins to be handled like a rag doll so easily.
Finally, a firm, hot, and damp weight settles on Tobio's stomach. He shivers as he chances a glance to find Ushijima’s magnificent cock laid bare over him. Despite this not being the first time Tobio sees it, it is the first time Tobio sees it fully erect and up close, so a faint buzz of some bastard mix of intimidation and excitement further clouds his already contrived brain.
“Ushijima-san,” Tobio whispers, cautiously bringing his hand down to tease the length of his cock. He gingerly follows a pulsing vein, utterly enraptured by the dark look Ushijima gives him, how his lids are heavy under his strong brow, how the olive of his eyes abates into a thin ring that nearly blends in with his blown pupils. Tobio's mouth opens again, but all he’s capable of is a shaking exhalation.
When he encircles his fingers around the girth, experimentally pumping as he scans Ushijima’s face for any clues, Ushijima’s large hand instead lands over Tobio's own. Large fingers tightly envelop Kageyama’s comparatively slim ones, yet it’s not in an attempt to stop him, Tobio realizes as Ushijima continues guiding his motions—squeezing around Tobio's fingers in some places, loosening up in others, spreading the generous amounts of pre-cum over the shaft.
Tobio closes his eyes, savoring the pulsations and twitches of Ushijima’s cock under his fingers, the slick sounds and his purring groans. Tobio's fingers brush against the coarse pubes dressing Ushijima’s crotch with every upstroke, and the urge to grab a fistful of them, to bury his nose in them and inhale the musk that is already wafting into the room overtakes Kageyama.
He wants to kiss and lick his way up Ushijima’s happy trail all the way to his chest, and then busy himself with the dark hairs around Ushijima’s nipples before continuing up his throat to the scruff that has already grown back since this morning.
Ushijima’s low groans and grunts waver vaguely, and finally his strong grip keeps Tobio's hand in place. Without saying a word, Ushijima pulls Tobio by the hips, easily dragging him across the futon until half of his body is lifted into the air and Tobio has no choice but to hook his knees over Ushijima’s shoulders.
“Tell me if I do something wrong,” Ushijima says, and before Tobio can say anything, Ushijima dips down.
The first flick of Ushijima’s tongue along the aching slit of Tobio's cunt makes the setter choke out a whimper, keening into the touch. Tobio can feel himself throbbing as Ushijima slowly trails his tongue along the inner folds, thoroughly tasting the flesh before closing his lips around the hard nub of Tobio's clit. He gives a slow, tentative suck, and then a firmer one when Tobio reacts positively to the stimulation.
A gossamer string of saliva, or perhaps slick, catches the light when Ushijima pulls back to mumble, “You’re very wet.” His hot breath fans over the damp skin, and Tobio quivers at the sensation.
“Yeah,” Tobio nods, chest rising and falling heavily. “I told you. I want to—” Whatever useless justification Tobio was brainlessly trying to finish instead metamorphizes into a broken moan. Ushijima has latched back onto Tobio's cunt, sucking his clit like he’s trying to milk an orgasm right out of it.
While Tobio reels, a large finger sneaks its way into his spasming pussy. Tobio arches into it, relishing the warm, callused pad of Ushijima’s finger raking his insides so thoroughly, as if he knows Tobio's body inside and out—as if this isn’t the first time he’s touched it.
Ushijima jabs the pliant muscle so hard that if Kageyama concentrates, he can practically read his fingerprint.
As the pressure builds behind Tobio's clit, growing like a fragile bubble that sends sparks tickling his nerves, Tobio groans.
“U-Ushijima-san,” he whimpers, and when there’s no reply, Tobio panics, crying out louder, “Ushijima-san!”
Finally, Ushijima pulls away, looking down at Tobio with a question and slight concern in his eyes. Tobio struggles to catch his breath, face burning as he tries to wiggle free from Ushijima’s hold. Once his back is firm on the futon, Tobio sighs contentedly.
“My neck was starting to hurt.”
Ushijima nods, going down on his elbows with a soft, “I apologize.”
Tobio thinks there’s no need for that, but he still forgives Ushijima as soon as his talented mouth is back to savoring Tobio's dripping cunt.
Now Tobio is free to arch into the touch and loudly gasp instead of focusing on keeping his balance and not passing out or cracking his neck the wrong way. His ruckus eventually earns him Ushijima’s large hands holding his hips steady and pinning him to the bed as he continues eating him out like a last meal, or like the first homemade meal after a long trip abroad.
Tobio's breath comes in short, hurried puffs as he’s quickly overwhelmed by the electrifying zaps of pleasure coursing through him. Like being pulled underwater, permeating every millimeter of his body until all there is inside his brain is an endless chant of Ushijima-san, Ushijima-san, Ushijima-san.
His brain works in liaison with his mouth when confident fingers slip inside Tobio once more. Ushijima strikes the exact spot with the same deadly accuracy he shows on the court, and Tobio comes with a sharp cry.
Still, Ushijima doesn’t budge, sucking and fingering another orgasm out of him. Ushijima nibbles at the inside of Tobio's quivering thigh and presses a sticky kiss to it. Then immediately, licks it off and sits himself upright. Tobio watches him lick his lips and fingers clean, and for a moment Tobio is reminded of a cat cleaning itself after drinking a bowl of cream.
Once he’s regained enough breath and bandwidth to form a coherent thought, Tobio pants, “Okay,” he swallows, nodding when Ushijima looks down at him, “Okay, get in.”
There’s not a single word in response, but even in the low light, Tobio can see the glint in Ushijima’s eyes before he nods back.
Ushijima hovers over him, easily holding himself up with one arm while aligning his cock with the opposite hand. Tobio watches the bulky muscles shifting and straining under Ushijima’s skin, choking on a gasp when the head of his cock starts breaching in.
Gritting his teeth, Tobio takes in the painful stretch cramping his walls. This is exactly what he wanted, and he’s not about to back down just because his pussy has decided it’s just a little too tight to accommodate Ushijima inside.
“Tobio,” Ushijima’s gruff voice resonates all the way to Tobio's core, “Breathe.” Tobio tries, but all the muscles of his body are engaged on trying to reject the intrusion between his shaking legs. Ushijima starts pulling out slowly.
“No!” Tobio cries, but Ushijima’s lips land over his, effectively trampling his attempts at complaining. Tobio easily melts into the kiss, eagerly sucking Ushijima’s tongue and tasting the tangy remains of his own arousal on it. His arms come up to circle Ushijima’s neck, pulling him closer yet while Ushijima works three fingers inside of Tobio. It’s easy. He can take them. A shuddering moan tumbles out of Tobio's lips as Ushijima carefully spreads his fingers, massaging the tight muscles into compliance, then swiftly slides in his pinky as well.
“Have you done this before?” Ushijima asks, fingers moving at a slow, steady pace.
Tobio nods, “Yes!” of course, he thinks. Tobio has had plenty of opportunities to fool around with people, and it’s not like people don’t want to fuck Tobio either, but the last time he was with someone this big, with a girth this impressive… Tobio can’t remember whether he hasn’t yet, or if the last time he took it up the ass instead.
In lieu of talking more, Ushijima leans down to slowly kiss Tobio's lips, then his jawline, and all the way down to his collarbone. He cups Tobio's right peck, bruising the skin before licking a lazy circle around his nipple. Tobio shudders, arching into the touch and bucking down into the fingers still fucking him so carefully.
Once his fingers slip in and out without catching, Ushijima pulls them out and lines himself up again. Tobio is so entranced with the way Ushijima sucks each of his knuckles before licking long stripes up each digit, that he barely has time to register the slow drag of Ushijima pulling out, then back in.
Tobio tilts his head back and presses his palms flat over his eyes. “So good,” He gasps, “Ushijima-san, you’re so good at this.”
Ushijima hums an affirmation. “It’s not my first.”
In hindsight, Tobio should’ve guessed it. Ushijima ate him out with the same gusto of someone who’s had time to explore his preferences and found out exactly what he enjoys doing.
Maybe Ushijima has more interests outside of volleyball.
“Mine either,” Tobio pants.
“Good.”
Finally, finally, Ushijima drives his hips in with real force behind his thrust, knocking the air clean out of Tobio's lungs.
Tobio's cries are sure to wake up the neighbors—if his screams from before didn’t do the trick already—but Tobio doesn’t have it in him to be considerate, not when it’s the first time he’s even been this loud. The strong pistoning of Ushijima’s hips render Tobio into a drooling mess in no time. The drag is delicious, and Ushijima's cock is large enough that the crown of it catches slightly every time he pulls out. It stimulates Tobio in exactly the right way. Like it was made to measure, and then some.
It takes a while before Ushijima's dark voice makes another stellar appearance. “Tobio,” Ushijima pants. A shiver tickles the inside of Tobio's ribs. Oh, That's his first name again. “Are you— are you close?”
Tobio nods, “Yes, yes, Ushijima-san, so close.” Ushijima's hips are relentless despite the tight grip Tobio has on his cock. Ushijima drives in so deep, Tobio can almost feel his throat constricting along with his cunt.
His moans slowly give way to a choked whimper as he approaches the cusp of his orgasm, and as he tips over Ushijima groans low and rumbling from deep within his stomach. Tobio's eyes roll into the back of his skull as he heaves for air like he’s truly been underwater this whole time.
Ushijima start’s pulling off, but Kageyama’s hands fly to grasp at the man’s solid muscles. His legs also wrap around Ushijima’s hips, keeping him close like a clingy cat.
Through gasps, Tobio all but pleads with Ushijima to keep going, to please, please not stop yet. Whatever smidge of hesitation Ushijima had easily melts away as Tobio continues rambling.
“Kageyama-kun—”
“Don’t stop until you cum,” Tobio commands, and Ushijima’s mouth closes with a click. “And— and don’t pull out. I want it… I want it inside, Ushijima-san, I want—” That does it. Without another word, Ushijima rams his cock deep into Tobio's twitching pussy. Each and every thrust hits some oversensitive spot that has Tobio's back jolting and arching until finally, a gush of hot, sticky cum paints the inside of Kageyama’s cunt.
Ushijima doesn’t collapse on top of Kageyama.
He pulls out slowly so Tobio can feel the cum trickling down his exhausted legs, and then goes back down on his elbows.
It dawns on Tobio that of course Ushijima’s sex appetite would be ravishing.
It comes as no surprise when Tobio wakes up sore and exhausted. His limbs could easily weigh a ton each with how difficult it is to move them, and his abdomen and back crack and pop as if he’d fallen from the 5th story of a building three separate times. His neck is also sore and stiff, and overall Tobio feels like he just played the entire two weeks of the Olympics seven times by himself, or like coming down from a particularly terrible fever.
But damn, was that a good fuck.
It’s slightly surprising that a single guy would’ve been able to wreck him like that with such ease, but perhaps the way magazines obsess over getting Ushijima talking about his personal life instead of sports may be justified.
What Tobio wasn’t expecting—and what gets him to hum in amusement once he manages to throw the covers off of his body—is the lack of cum caking up his skin, and the fact that he’s dressed in some comfortable training clothes.
Okay, that, and Ushijima pulling him back down with one large, heavy arm wrapping around his waist.
So Ushijima is not the kind of guy to just leave after having sex.
But the idea that he’d sleep in never even crossed Tobio's mind.
Tobio stares at the ceiling as he allows the warmth of Ushijima’s oversized body to seep into him. The man is like a space heater, and Tobio is surprised he managed to sleep with any blankets at all, considering how sweaty his forehead feels.
A twinge of responsibility nags at Tobio to get up and make some breakfast; he made Ushijima stay at his apartment last night, and Ushijima was kind enough to rock his whole world and tuck him in the crowded futon—which is honestly way too small for the two of them. However, Ushijima has effectively pinned him down with a single arm.
Carefully, Tobio turns around to look at Ushijima, admiring how serene he looks even while sleeping. It makes sense, considering that Awake Ushijima also seems to cycle through the same few expressions… but maybe Tobio had expected to see something different from his teammate.
There’s light in the room now, however, and what he gets instead is to look closer.
Ushijima breathes evenly, and the way his mouth is slightly open has dried his lips the slightest bit—Tobio subconsciously licks his own lips. Ushijima’s long eyelids don’t even flutter while he sleeps, and his bangs fall at odd angles over his forehead and the pillow. Something about it makes Tobio want to run his fingers through it and fix it, or to just touch his eyelashes.
Instead he gently blows on Ushijima’s face.
It’s stupid, and truth be told Tobio isn’t even sure why he did it, but he regrets it as Ushijima starts to stir.
“Ushijima-san,” Tobio says on autopilot as soon as olive eyes peer at him. Ushijima stares like he's waiting for something else, so Kageyama adds, “Good morning.”
The gears of Ushijima’s brain seem to move almost painfully slowly through the fog of sleep, but when something finally clicks and he pulls his arm away Kageyama fights the urge to pull it back over his waist. The loss of warmth is almost uncomfortable.
“Kageyama-kun,” is all he says.
Before Ushijima opens his mouth again, Tobio sits up. “Stay for breakfast,” he hurries to say.
Ushijima visibly hesitates, slowly sitting up and exposing his marred skin to Tobio's hungry eyes. “I can’t,” He says, but Tobio barely hears him over the sight of his broad chest marked with bruises and lovebites alongside real bites and feral-looking scratches.
Tobio nods, laboriously dragging his eyes up to Ushijima's face as if fighting with gravity.
"Kageyama-kun, about last night—"
"I'm sorry," Tobio hurries to say, because he's sure Ushijima wants to hear it.
"You were drunk," Ushijima says, even and mature, and Tobio wants to get his hands on him again. "I shouldn't have—"
"You were too," Tobio interjects, "it's just as much my fault, Ushijima-san, but…" Ushijima looks at him, and Tobio hesitates. "But, even now, if you wanted to— I mean, any time—" Tobio starts and stops, but he can hear at least three of his high school senpai laughing at his lack of eloquence.
Ushijima gets up from the futon, and Tobio is disappointed he's wearing track pants. "If you need me to bring you anything, please let me know."
Nodding, Tobio makes an attempt to get up, only to land back on his ass when his knees refuse to offer any support. Tobio frowns.
“You need rest,” Ushijima says, putting on the shirt that somehow ended up under the dresser. “We finished pretty late.”
Tobio wants to point out how that means Ushijima needs rest as well, but the man gives a curt nod before making an unceremonious exit, and Tobio is left wondering whether the faint blush he saw on Ushijima’s cheeks was really there.