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It had been too long since their eyes met.

Of course, the two face-timed and texted and called any time their busy schedules allowed, but nothing could live up to the feeling of catching Hinata's gaze from across the net. His eyes were electric, the corners of his mouth curling up in a smirk- half mischievous, half holding back excitement from being together in the same room. It gave Tobio chills. He'd visited Rio just three months ago during a break in training, yet even since then Hinata's skin had grown tanner, muscles flexing in the most delicious way from under his brand new MSBY jersey.

Tobio knew how thrilling it was receiving that VLeague jersey with your name on it- had been privy to the unwrapping of the garments after Hinata had been accepted onto the team just a few months ago. But the phone screen did no justice to the letters "HINATA 21" sprawling across his muscular back. Since when was he so wide? What happened to the small Shoyo of their Karasuno days who'd barely weighed in at 150 even as third years? Kageyama used to be able to sling him over his shoulders no problem, carry him, toss him, push him around. But now... he wasn't so sure.

Bokuto vigorously slapped Shoyo's shoulders, breaking their gaze and snapping Hinata back into the excitement of his first official game on the team. The two rallied around each other, jumping and high-fiving, smacking each other around in a way that Tobio could only roll his eyes at. He may not have seen Hinata in months, but he was still a professional. The two had agreed when all this started: Volleyball first. His focus had to remain on the game, no matter how good Shoyo looked warming up his jump serves.

He startled at Ushijima's voice behind. "Are you feeling alright?"

Tobio nodded jerkily. "We're going to win today."

The other patted a strong hand against Tobio's shoulder and placed a ball into his hands. "I agree."

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Hinata had definitely been holding out on him. He'd never been one to keep secrets- hadn't been physically able to restrain himself from sharing every little detail any chance they got to talk, especially when it came to volleyball. Tobio had grown to learn to do the same; the two talked endlessly during Hinata's time in Rio about technique, training regimens, practice games, and conditioning. And yet, it was clear that Hinata's updates hadn't been completely honest. He'd become a god. An honest master of his craft. Sure, his trajectory on the jump serves could be a little more accurate, and if he just kept his stance slightly more on the balls of his feet as he made his running approach he'd see an increase in power when he struck the ball, but even so he'd never seen anyone play the way Hinata played. There was fire, determination, and stamina. It didn't matter how hard his chest rose and fall, he darted across the court to connect with Miya-san's sets in expert time and control.

Seeing Shoyo and Miya's eyes meet before the set connected, their silent communication and support nearly had Tobio seething with rage that he wasn't there to give the ball to Hinata. He wanted to be the only one Hinata looked at with such focus. The powerful spike landed just barely on the outside of Heiwajima's right forearm, sending it careening out of bounds faster than any of them could hope to catch up to.

Eyes wide, tongue slipping out to catch a bead of sweat trailing down from his eyelashes, Hinata's gaze locked onto Kageyama once again. Did you see that? Look at what I can do now, his face shouted from across the net. Kageyama narrowed his eyes, sending a scathing look back. It didn't matter how much Hianta had trained, how many drills he practiced, how much he deserved his spot on the Jackals. Kageyama was still going to beat him and claim his reward.

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The final whistle blew, and it took everything inside Kageyama not to fall to his knees in exhaustion. The Adlers hadn't played a game like this in awhile; the rallies lasted several minutes, each point being a battle of strength and intelligence. Every score was a victory in itself. The whole team had been in top form, even in their loss. Even so, the loss stung, and the heated stare of Shoyo could be felt even with his back to the net.

Kageyama swiped the insistent beads of sweat from his forehead and gulped down mouth-fulls of water until Hoshiumi appeared at his side. Tobio glanced down to catch his smug grin.

"What?" He scowled, setting his bottle down on the bench.

Hoshiumi's simper only grew wider into a Cheshire smile. He looked away, shrugging his shoulders in faux nonchalance. "Nothing, nothing..."

Tobio turned away, not wanting to involve himself in whatever antics Hoshiumi-san was hoping to get him roped up in.

"It's just that," he began again, "The Jackal's 21 hasn't been able to go a minute without looking at you since we stepped onto the court."

"So what?" Tobio glared down.

"I mean, sure you're good Kageyama-kun, but you're not that good. I'm feeling a little left out here," he laughed heartily.

Tobio's glare deepened. His eyebrows drew together and frown grew lower. "I'm good enough to draw the attention of anyone here. I performed well." He began to walk to where the rest of the teams were gathering at the net. Hoshiumi walked quickly to catch up and remain at his side.

"Sure, sure, but it was more of a 'look at me' type staring rather than a 'wow that guy is pretty good' staring."

Tobio willed himself not to look at his teammate. Why was it that just as Hinata grew out of his annoying idiot phase Hoshiumi decided it was his turn to clock in? "I'm more than pretty good."

Hoshiumi gave up with an exasperated sigh. "Whatever you say!"

When he reached the net, he could feel Hinata's magnetic force drawing Tobio to him. The whistle blew again and suddenly there he was: right in front of Shoyo. The teams bowed from across the net, all shouting a sportsman-like "Thank you for the game!" Before breaking off to talk to their coaches and captains, many skittered to the bench to wipe their foreheads again or chat with teammates. But Tobio couldn't move from where he stood. It was impossible. The net still separating them, Hinata extended a hand to the other side. His palm felt rough, hot, worn and red from the contact with the volleyball throughout the match. Knowing its heat was from the game raised the hair on Kageyama's neck. Hinata brought his other hand to grasp the outside of Kageyama's hand in their shake.

"You played well today," Kagyama said, stuntedly. He didn't know why it was so difficult for the words to come out. It was half a concession of the game's victory, half an acknowledgment of just how much Hinata had grown. It was hell waiting for this game, Hinata insisting that the two not see each other until today, despite finally being in the same country.

"As did you, Kageyama-kun," Hinata replied politely. It was obvious he was just doing so to egg Kageyama on, to drive him crazy with want. Suddenly, Hinata drew his hand to the other side of the net. Kageyama stumbled forward until his face was next to Hianta and against the net, mouth close to the side of his face until a raspy voice spoke lowly in his ear. "I want to see you waiting for me outside of the Jackals locker room. You're walking me home tonight."

With that, Hinata's touch was gone, leaving Kageyama standing with his arm still outstretched and face erupted in flames. His body shivered with anticipation, until he suddenly realized where he was and his hand shot back to his side. He looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed the exchange, and met eyes with Hoshiumi, who was just yards away with a knowing look on his face.

Hinata, completely unaffected, bounded with Bokuto excitedly around the sidelines. The two waved to familiar faces in the crowd, even stretching up to sign items for fans leaning down from the stands.

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"Are you sure you want to skip drinks?" Romero asked from behind Kageyama. Tobio pulled his jersey off over his head and brushed sweaty hair from his face.

"I have plans." Kageyama got along with his teammates, but still bordered on the polite and formal, unable to break through the professionalism even after games ended. "Besides, we didn't win."

"MSBY invited us. I know you have a couple friends from highschool on the team, right? They booked a big table at the sushi place down the street."

Kageyama hesitated for a second, wondering if Hinata had maybe changed his mind and decided to go with his team to the celebration. No, there's no way. They hadn't been alone together in months. Knowing Hinata, there was a storm waiting for him as soon as the door to his hotel closed behind them. He shook his head. "Thank you, but I'm quite tired. I still need to shower. Maybe next time."

Romero shrugged and politely clapped Tobio on his back before following a couple of the other Adlers out of the locker room.

The water felt like heaven against the sticky skin of Tobio's chest. He let the warmth wash over his face, down his neck, his torso, navel, thighs. Images of Hinata's receives ran rampant through his thoughts. Hinata bent low to chase the ball, thighs supporting the thick muscles above, temples streaked with sweat.

He turned the water to cold as soon as he felt himself getting hard. There was more to look forward to tonight; he couldn't allow himself to get distracted when they were so close to finally being alone together.

Kageyama couldn't help but think of the last time. The night before he had to hop on his flight back to Japan, Hinata was behind him, pressed close, seated inside him, whispering dirty things into his ear. He always knew how to rile him up. Surely, Hinata was just a wall away washing off his own sweat from the game, thinking of Kageyama as well.
God he can't remember ever being as horny as he was now.

Kageyama turned the water off, careful not to drip everywhere as he tied a towel around his waist and made his way back to his duffle bag of clothes. That morning, he hadn't thought much about having a nice outfit to impress Hinata, and was now beginning to regret it. Impress Hinata... The thought stopped him in his tracks and made him frown. What was he thinking? He had nothing to prove- besides, Hinata would probably be wearing old sweatpants and a T-shirt with holes in it. They'd never been the type to need to impress one another. The remaining members of the Adlers were still chatting in the changing room, discussing the best and worst moments of the game, what they wanted to eat tonight, what kind of Sake they were looking forward to.

"Romero told me you weren't coming tonight," a voice simpered behind him. Kageyama instinctually bristled, still without a shirt, hair sopping wet, having been deep in thought only a moment ago. He turned to see Hoshiumi tying his shoes, one foot propped on the sleek metal bench. He looked at Tobio out of the corner of his eyes with an annoying expression.

"Yeah," Kageyama responded gruffly. "Got plans. Is that a problem?"

"No! No! I'm happy for you. You'll have to tell me all about it!" He sang.

Kageyama gave him a deadpan look. Fat chance.

"Ushiijima-san, are you ready to go? You're my ride!!" Hoshiumi bounded past Kageyama to the other side of the locker room, leaving the man in peace at long last.

Tobio tried not to let the self-consciousness get the best of him while he pulled on a tshirt and his loose, comfortable joggers. Leaning forward, he ruffled wet hair with his towel and shook like a dog. Finally, he looked in the mirror to briefly examine his appearance, which was something he normally cared little to nothing about. But there was something about seeing Hinata in person that made him want to do better, look better, act better. He smoothed out the frizzy top of his head and admired his wide shoulders that sloped into a thin torso. He was in good shape, and never missed practice... of course, Hinata obviously wasn't slouching when it came to conditioning either. With one last look, Kageyama pulled on a Schweden-Adlers official zip-up, slipped his sneakers on, and made his way out of the team's locker room.

The hallway was still busy with athletes and employees bustling around, many on their way out the doors, and others talking swiftly about what needed to be set up before the games happening tomorrow. Looked left, looked right. No Hinata. Panic filled heavy in Kageyama's gut. Maybe he accepted the dinner invitation after all, and was on his way to sushi with the rest of the team. Maybe he forgot about his plans with Kageyama or assumed he'd meet him at the restaurant. He steadied his breathing while he weaved his way through the crowd until he was in front of his opponent's locker room. He leaned against the wall outside, trying to look busy on his phone and praying Hinata hadn't left him after all.

A booming voice echoed through the hall, accompanied by a loud BANG of the locker room door bursting open. Bokuto, fired up after his team's win, tumbled out in front of Miya, Sakusa, and... Hinata. Hinata was wearing slim black joggers and his team's athletic zip-up that hugged his muscles flatteringly. Immediately, Tobio's face heated up against his will, heart thundering like a teenager all over again. It was embarrassing knowing how much control the other man had on his heart after all this time. They'd been dating for... well, they'd never really been the type for anniversaries or formal acknowledgments, but it had to have been about two years now. But Hinata still had as much effect on him as always. As soon as Hinata noticed Kageyama leaning up against the wall nearby, his conversation with Miya slowly drew out, fizzling until Hinata was all smiles. He bounded over to Kageyama, clearly using the utmost restraint to keep from bringing him into a massive hug. They'd both agreed against public displays of affection. It could cause who knows what problems for their teams and careers. Only a handful of close friends knew about their relationship, and the two of them liked it that way.

"Kageyama!!!" Hinata shouted. Bokuto followed Hianta's excitement until he, too, was in front of him.

"What a good game today!" Bokuto shouted, unashamedly bringing Tobio in for a suffocating hug. He could see Sakusa grimace behind. Bokuto hung close, an arm around Kageyama's shoulder allowing him to emphatically slap his back. "Your serves get scarier every time I see you. I'm scared that one of these days my arms will fall off trying to receive them!" His barking laughter ricocheted off the walls.

All Kageyama wanted was to shove away from the rest of the Jackals and pull Hinata back into one of the locker room showers. Instead, he gave a polite, straight-faced nod. "You all played well. I look forward to beating your team in our next match." He glanced quickly at Hinata, nervous. "You've improved," was as much of a compliment he allowed himself to give. Hinata's head was big enough, clearly from the way the words made his face split into an even larger grin. Hinata placed a hand on the small of his back below Bokuto's arm. The small touch made Kageyama jolt just slightly. Bokuto's eyes widened and withdrew from the two; Hinata had told him before even starting on the Jackals the situation between him and Kageyama, but the other frequently forgot unless the evidence was placed right in front of him.

"Shoyo! Are you two coming to sushi?" Miya clapped Kageyama on the shoulder, a move that made Kageyama want to growl.

"No, we have plans tonight, but next time I'll be there!" Hinata feigned disappointment.

"What? This is a monumental win!! You have to be there!!" Bokuto practically yelled.

"Sorry! I haven't seen my family since I've been back from Rio, and I promised they could take Kageyama-kun and I out to dinner in Tokyo!"

Kageyama's gaze snapped back to Hinata's face, unable to tell if the man was bluffing or not. This whole time he'd just assumed Hinata would want to be alone as much as Tobio did; he didn't even think of the fact that Hinata was missing his family and had been away from them longer than he'd been apart from Tobio. Of course he'd want to see them.

Hinata waved to the group behind him as the two made their way out of the athletic building. The night air wasn't as warm as Kageyama expected, and he retreated his hands into his jacket pockets.

"Dinner with your family, huh?" Was all he could get out, partially embarrassed at his own presumptions for the night.

Hinata was quiet for a few seconds, then looked around once they were a block away from the tournament center. Suddenly, his warmth was around Kageyama. Arms gripped tightly around his back and fingers gripped in his jacket. His face was buried in Kageyama's chest, deep breaths heaving as he took in the other's scent. For a split second Kageyama was too shocked to reciprocate, but once he snapped out of his stupor, he embraced the other man. Tobio felt the damp curls of Hinata's hair against his cheek, was finally able to feel the clothed muscles of his back as he hugged him close.

Then, he was cold again. Hinata kept walking, arm still gripping Kageyama's. "You're such an idiot, Bakageyama."

Tobio scowled at the old nickname. Maybe Hinata was more clever than he thought.

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The elevator ride up to Hinata's hotel floor was the most painful minute of their lives. He could feel Hinata's eyes burning a hole into the side of his head, and it took all of his will power not to look to his side for fear he wouldn't be able to hold back. When the elevator door opened, Hinata grabbed Tobio's hand and practically dashed down the hallway.

"Hinata- shit- slow down." Kageyama nearly dropped his duffle bag twice, almost tripping over Hinata when he stopped dead in front of one of the doors. His heart pounded fast when he realized Hinata's hands were shaking with the effort of keeping the keycard still while trying to slide it against the reader. They fell into the room and Kageyama practically threw his bag across the suite to allow both of his hands to embrace Hinata and press him against the door.

They both moaned into the first kiss, having not felt each other's lips in months. The heat between them was palpable, Kageyama had almost forgotten how hot Hinata was. Not just in appearances, but physically. His skin was burning as their tongues slid together. Kageyama's head spun when Hinata forcefully sucked on his tongue, hands roving against Tobio's chest until they slipped underneath his shirt. He took time running lithe fingers over every ridge of muscle, moving up and up and up, stopping briefly at his nipples to savor the gasps that hiccuped from Kageyama's mouth. His hands brushed his neck, gently gripping around it until Hianta could pull his mouth away from the kiss and down to suck the skin across his collarbone.

"Sho-" Kageyama choked, rutting against his boyfriend mindlessly. Pleasure zipped up his spine when Hinata grabbed a handful of his ass, pressing their abdomens closer. He always knew exactly what to do without hesitation. It pissed Kageyama the hell off.

Hinata drew back for a moment, looking up to savor the blissed-out expression on Kageyama's face. Embarrassed by his evident lack of restraint, Kageyama cleared his throat and ducked his head to rest against Hinata's shoulder. "Tobiooooo," he sang quietly. He could practically hear the smug grin in the asshole's voice. Hinata drew his lips closer to his ear, voice darkening. "I won..."

Kageyama growled. He hated to lose, and the reminder only riled him up more. “So what? One point against the hundreds I have on you.”

Hinata looked feral. “Whatever you say, Tobio…” His breathy laugh skirted across Kageyama’s neck with heat. “Remember when you said the winner can ask for anything they want?” His hands ducked back into his shirt, slowly lowering until they rested against the seam of Kageyama’s hips. Fingers trailed down to feel the V under his navel, teasing the path of hair gently.

Kageyama tried to keep his groan from leaving his throat, but it only came out as a low growl against Hinata’s shoulder. “I thought that meant the winner buys dinner, not whatever this is,” He mumbled.

Hinata slowed his ministrations, still refusing to go lower. “I want you to wear my jersey while I fuck you.” His fingers ducked past the waistband, skirting around the hem of Tobio’s underwear but refraining from touching where he wanted most. Kageyama felt like he was going to pass out. All his blood had long ago rushed south, leaving him light-headed and devoid of judgement.

“Fuck…” He groaned, rutting his hips forward hoping for any kind of contact. “Just touch me… I’ll do whatever you want, just touch me.”

He felt Hianta’s grin against his skin, his entire being practically vibrating with excitement. He took Tobio by the hips and slowly drew both of them backward. When Tobio’s thighs hit the back of the bed, it was all he could do to break his fall with his elbows. From his new spot in the cushions, he could see Hinata above him, smiling like a wild animal who’d been picturing this exact moment hundreds of times before, calculating his exact movements to corner Tobio right where he wanted him. Like this he seemed like a looming giant, no longer a head shorter than Tobio. Hinata’s chest rose and fell from underneath his team’s jacket, eyes wild with lust. Legs bracketed around Tobio’s knees, and a little higher he could see the clear outline of the man’s thick cock from underneath his tight joggers.

Hinata leaned forward until his hands were on either side of Tobio. His power was palpable. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, Tobio.” It was all he could do to nod in agreement, although Kageyama knew deep down he’d be embarrassed by his easy complacency later. Obeying Hinata was going to do disastrous things to his ego. “Starting with you stripping naked while I get my uniform, got it?” He nodded vigorously.

As quickly as Hinata had been looming over him, he was gone. From the darkness of the room he could only make out the outline of Hinata’s form rustling through his sports bag abandoned by the front door. Tobio snapped out of his horny daze to peel off his clothing- first the jacket, then his shirt, and finally his baggy joggers. When it came to his briefs, he couldn’t get over the mental block of being stark naked when Hinata was still fully clothed. When his partner turned back and made his way back to the bed, Kageyama’s heart rate picked up again. The black and gold MSBY jersey swung casually against Hianta’s side as if he was about to get ready for practice.

“What did I say, Tobio?” The careless use of his first name made Kageyama’s embarrassment deepen. They only used each other’s first names when alone, and no matter how habitual it became, it still did something to him. “All your clothes.” When Kageyama only glared up at him, not moving, Hinata waved the jersey at him. “I’m calling the shots tonight, remember?”

Bated breath stuttering out, Kageyama slowly pulled off his boxers. When the air hit his unclothed cock, he couldn’t help but shudder. There he was, laying out in front of Shoyo, bare and vulnerable, while the other stood completely covered and calculating his next move.

Hinata tossed the shirt beside Kageyama’s head and drew close. When he was hovering above again, Shoyo raked his gaze down his boyfriend’s athletic form- taking in every curve of muscle, every tiny freckle, each bead of sweat. His gaze locked onto Tobio’s dick, and brought his hand down to gingerly touch the tip. He swiped at the precome that had beaded there with a single finger, a motion that had Kageyama’s head careening back into the mattress with a barely-suppressed moan.

“You have no idea how much I missed seeing you like this.” He grabbed Tobio’s cock in his palm now, squeezing but not moving. “How much I thought about this night.”

“Clearly-” Tobio choked out.

Hinata barked out a short laugh. “That obvious, huh?” He swiped his thumb over the head again, and lowered himself to his knees in front of the bed.

It was all Kageyama could do to cover his face with the crook of his elbow once Hianta was face to face with his dick. He leaned in to lick a bold stripe up the front of it, savoring the way Kageyama twitched and leaked.

“I want you to put on the jersey while I blow you.”

Kageyama glared down at him for the vulgarity of the statement, but was unable to keep the scowl on his face when Hianta suddenly sunk down on his member without hesitation. He could feel the hotness of the other’s breath against his pelvis as Hianta took as much of him as he could, bringing his hand to wrap around the rest.

It took all of Kageyama’s self control not to buck up into the heat of his mouth, and even more self control to locate the jersey on the bed and pull it over his head while the man bobbed up and down on him.

“Sho-” Kageyama choked out. “Please, take off your clothes. Please.”

Hianta hummed around his dick before pulling off. “I dunno, I kind of like making you squirm with all the attention.” He let his gaze wander around Kageyama’s form straining underneath the shirt. “Fuck, you’re so big you’re going to stretch out my jersey, Kageyama-kun.” He smiled wildly at the sight of his boyfriend wanton under his touch. The other just groaned, covering his face to avoid watching the way Hinata sank back over his cock, hungry for more. Before long, he’d snuck his calloused fingers past his balls and over his rim. He hadn’t even pushed past the ring of muscles, but the pressure of knowing the finger was there made Kageyama keen uncontrollably.

The sound of a zipper made Kageyama peek past his arm; he was rewarded with the view of Hinata pulling his jacket off, meeting his eyes when he tugged the hem of his tshirt over his head to reveal the expanse of muscles chiseled from his new training regimen.

Hinata savored the attention, and couldn't help but acknowledge it. “I finally get how you’ve gotten so hot these past couple years. VLeague is no joke.” Kageyama moved to sit up. The sudden urge to place his palms against Shoyo’s chest and feel the evidence of that hard work, of his victory, was irresistible. Hinata stopped him with a firm hand, pushing him back into the mattress and placing a soft, caste kiss to his lips. “Just be patient, ‘kay?” Kageyama dazedly nodded.

The other man sank back to his seat on the floor, this time taking care to avoid touching Tobio’s dick and instead focusing on prepping him in earnest. Kageyama couldn’t entirely tell what was going on from his limited view, but after hearing the opening of a cap and feeling the cold sting of lube pressing against, he instinctively tensed. Hinata chuckled evilly, clearly enjoying seeing him squirm. After the lube warmed marginally, he slid a digit slowly past the rim, so gradual that Kageyama didn’t even notice he’d sunk down to the knuckle until it was retreating out again.

He continued his ministrations like this- agonizingly slow, teasing (as Hinata always did), enjoying having the power over Tobio’s pleasure after being deprived of it for so long. For someone as impatient as Hinata was, it surprised Kageyama just how committed he was to making him beg for it.

At two fingers, he unexpectedly curled them upward, gaze flying up to watch as Kageyama arched: half in discomfort at the foreign sensation, half in shocked pleasure at the weight of the digits inside of him. Hinata continued this pace; finally beginning to increase speed, only adding additional fingers when Kageyama begged for them. It was after three fingers that the pain ebbed through his body at the stretch. Somehow, Hinata sensed the hesitation and drew his other hand to wrap back around his dick. In every aspect of them Hinata was like this. It drove Kageyama crazy. He could constantly read Kageyama’s every move, every thought, every feeling, and immediately accounted for it. Tobio knew he had a hard time vocalizing his feelings- he did everything in his power to prevent having to say what he felt out loud. Knowing Shoyo for over five years now… there’d been a kind of silent adaptation between the two of them. Hinata pressed his tongue to the sensitive spot right under the head of his cock, just the way he knew got him riled up. He sucked over the head and eased his other hand to fit the three fingers to the knuckle. Something sparked inside Kageyama, and he thrusted down, hoping to fill himself deeper.

Hinata removed his fingers and crawled back to his position over the man. He could feel the impatience now. Kageyama groaned at the empty, cold feeling. Hinata’s gaze seared every inch of skin it made contact with, making the other feel nearly self-conscious. He grinned giddily. “Can I put it in?”

Kageyama scowled at the bluntness. “Could you be a little more romantic about it?”

Shoyo rolled his eyes. “Yes or no, Tobio? I can keep waiting here if you’d like…” Kageyama slowly rolled his hips up to feel the bulge straining in his partner’s pants.

“Idiot, I know you can’t wait much longer.”

Hinata’s knees buckled a little at the unexpected pressure, his smile darkening a touch. “You look so good in that jersey.”

He turned away from Hianta’s intense expression to blush darkly. “I’m not going to call you a winner or whatever in bed. Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Condom?”

Kageyama looked back at him from the corner of his eye. Hinata loved asking questions he knew the answers to, if not just to get Kageyama to say it outloud. He refused to give him the satisfaction- he already won the game, after all. Instead, he shook his head.

“Not unless you’ve been fucking other people,” Kageyama grumbled.

Hinata’s eyes widened and brought a fist down to the other’s chest. “Don’t even joke about that!!!”

He finally shirked off his remaining clothes, leaving him standing boldly stark naked in front of the bed. Hinata never had a sense of shame or self-consciousness. Even in high school when he was teased for his height and sucky receives, he never once showed anything but determination and strength. Today was no different. The body Tobio had lusted over for months across the globe was at last his for the taking. His shoulders had gotten broader since his last visit, biceps thick, and thighs all the more impressive. There was power in him, and the knowledge that the same Hinata who could seldom push Kageyama around even as third-years was now this capable figure who could toss him whichever way he pleased made his breath hitch.

Possibly the best part was his abdomen, navel even more crowded by freckles than the rest of his body. A thin patch of brownish-red hair trailed from under his belly-button to above where his cock stood straight up. It was much thicker than Kageyama's, if not slightly shorter. He was starting to regret stopping at just three fingers. The stretch would be much more.

Kageyama knew that Hinata was watching him stare. He didn’t speak (for once) while Kageyama raked his eyes down his frame. His dick noticeably twitched when his eyes settled heavy on it. Hinata gloated, and eventually took a step closer to the bed.

The mood shifted for a split second when he closed the distance between their faces. The kiss wasn’t heated, held no venom, no urgency. It was soft and tender as if Hinata was telling him we have all the time in the world.

Suddenly, he was on his stomach with his face in the sheets. Kageyama grunted in surprise as Hinata pulled him by the hips upward until he was face down bottom up. Tobio was almost glad his face was buried. He didn’t want to watch the way Hinata looked at him, how he skirted his thumb across his hole while he stilled his self-control for the task ahead.

The cap to the lube popped open again, and he could hear the other man’s hiss as he applied it generously to himself, giving a few extra strokes to take the edge off. Kageyama slipped his knees further apart, eager to get closer to him. He hated when he got like this: uncontrollably submissive, eager to take whatever Hinata was willing to give him in any way he pleased.

The blunt head of Hinata’s bare cock rubbed over the rim of Kageyama’s asshole. He tapped his dick against it just to hear Tobio’s muffled moan underneath him. When he finally began to guide himself inside, the heat was unbearable. Kageyama felt sweat already prick his temples at the weight of pain and pleasure. The stretch was deliciously overpowering, so much so that he was half tempted to fully seat himself backward, but knew he’d regret it afterward.

Hinata grunted from behind him. He was clearly experiencing the same temptation. He stopped moving at half way, rubbing Kageyama’s hip and curling one of his arms around to grasp him in full, tugging slowly before continuing to slowly push in.

When he’d at last buried himself to the hilt, Hinata draped himself over Kageyama’s back, panting heavily with restraint. The hand not wrapped around his dick moved under Hinata’s jersey to lovingly skate across the man’s abdomen.

“I forgot how tight you are,” Shoyo panted. “I don’t know if I’m going to last long.” The admission in itself felt like a victory. So much so, that Kageyama pushed himself back further just to hear his lover’s strained groans above. When Hinata still didn’t move, Kageyama arched forward and back, repeating the motion slowly.

Shoyo gripped his hips with an iron fist. “You’re fucking brutal, you know that?” He rested his forehead against Kageyama’s clothed back. “You…” Kageyama sunk back again, punching another moan from Hinata mid-sentence. “You’ve got my name on your back…”

Tobio knew exactly what he was getting at, but refused to acknowledge the train of thought. “I’ve also got your dick in my ass. If you could move that would be great.”

Hinata barked out a laugh, and eased his way back until just the tip remained sheathed inside. “Don’t worry, Tobio, I’ll give you what you want.” He snapped his hips forward with such force that it was all Kageyama could do to try and keep himself from tumbling over. He pressed his forehead into the sheets hoping to relieve the sticky feeling of sweat pooling over his skin. Hinata thrusted again, again, again.

Soon, there was nothing Tobio could do to keep his sounds at bay. Skin slapped against skin and the stretch eventually transformed into a beautiful friction that even Hinata couldn’t keep his cool about.

Shoyo was practically attached to Kageyama’s back. When his hand wasn’t busy jacking Kageyama off, it was toying with the hem of his jersey, or feeling his muscles through the tight fabric. He chanted his name like a prayer: Tobio Tobio Tobio. “What would the rest of your team think, seeing you wearing your opponent’s jersey like this?” Hips stuttered at his own words. “Of me tossing their star setter around?” Another harsh thrust. “Of you bent over for me?”

“Shit, Shoyo…” Tobio keened. Hinata sure knew how to run his mouth, of course that would extend to this part of their relationship, too.

One particularly deep thrust hit the sweet spot in Tobio, forcing an unexpected shout from his throat. Hinata stopped for a second, scared the yell was from pain.

“Fuck, keep going just like that,” Tobio urged, swatting at Hianta’s arm. He hit the same spot with speed and precision until it was clear Tobio wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Hinata’s grip on his cock tightened, and he stroked even faster, whispering a mantra of Tobio, Tobio, Tobio until the pleasure was too much to hold back from. Kageyama spilled all over Hinata’s jersey, cum painting Hinata’s printed name solid across his chest, some even hitting as far as his neck. Hinata wasn’t far behind. The extra tightness after Tobio’s orgasm pushed him over the edge as he thrusted once, twice, a third, and seated himself fully. Tobio could feel his cock twitching inside him, releasing his spend deep and creating a mess he knew he’d have to clean up later. When the last of their orgasms had passed, Tobio collapsed onto the queen size bed and rolled on his side. Between the drying cum on the too-tight athletic shirt, and the hot film of hair pressed to his forehead, he was feeling more disgusting by the second.

Hinata slipped out carefully, leaving a ginger kiss to Tobio’s lower back. He felt one of Shoyo’s thumbs press some of his dripping cum back inside, a sensation that had Kageyama moan softly. He took care to slowly slip the soiled jersey off of his rival, tossing it god knows where. Kageyama could see the shining beam of his smile with his eyes closed.

“Tobio, that was so woooow! You’re amazing!!! You were so incredible. When you came I seriously thought I was going to die. I mean, really, the way you pushed back on me when I was trying to tease you and-”

Kageyama shoved a palm roughly over Hinata’s mouth. “If you don’t get me a towel to clean up in two seconds I’m going to kick your ass.”

Hinata pressed a few brief kisses against the other’s scowl, and retreated to the bathroom to fetch a clean washcloth. His voice was still prattling on excitedly with awe about something or other.

“Shoyo,” Tobio called gruffly. Hinata poked his head out of the bathroom. “Next time I’ll be fucking you in my jersey.”

Hinata beamed. “You’ll have to beat me first!!”