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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Kageyama_Tobio, Hinata_Shouyou, Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya_Yuu, Tanaka
      Saeko, Sugawara_Koushi, Azumane_Asahi, Sawamura_Daichi, Yachi_Hitoka,
      Karasuno_Volleyball_Club, Hinata_Natsu, Hinata_Shouyou's_Father
  Additional Tags:
      team_dinner, Team_Bonding, Team_Dynamics, Friendship, Pizza_Night,
      Teasing, Heteronormativity, Minor_Tanaka_Ryuunosuke/Yachi_Hitoka,
      Boyfriends, Established_Relationship, Telling_the_Team, Coming_Out, Minor
      PDA, Sleeping_Together, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Naked_Cuddling, Praise
      Kink, (if_you_squint), Making_Out, Frottage, Sleepy_Cuddles, Porn_with
      Feelings, Texting, Phone_Calls_&_Telephones, Relationship(s), Dating
  Series:
      Part 11 of Countdown
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-05 Words: 4915
****** Boyfriends ******
by byesweetheart_(ConstantComment)
Summary
     Tobio and Hinata get pizza with the team.
Notes
     For newbies: This is a continuation of my fic, Date_Night, but part
     of a larger series that updates approximately every week. Starting
     from the beginning will probably make things clearer!
     For returning readers: HI BABES!!! As always, thanks so much for all
     your lovely comments and good vibes and stuff! It really keeps me
     going. <3 <3 <3 I hope you enjoy this next one. I'm not sure I'm
     completely satisfied with it, but it felt good to post it tonight,
     anyway.
     ((If you are disinclined to read the naughty bits, you can skip from
     "Apparently, though, Hinata has a plan..." and start up again on
     "'Mm, so good,' Hinata sighs..."))
See the end of the work for more notes
Almost two weeks go by, zooming by as quickly as Hinata barreling down the
mountain on his bike, and Tobio spends much of it thinking about Hinata. And,
if he’s not thinking specifically about Hinata, he’s thinking about when he’ll
next be with Hinata. That, or volleyball. And the occasional special yoghurt he
gets from the store.
After a long practice on Friday afternoon, Tanaka rounds the whole team up for
a dinner in town, which he actually organized ahead of time (although it’s
pretty likely he had help from Yachi). Everyone is free tonight—another
rarity—so they all trudge down to main street, Tobio trailing after Hinata,
who’s bouncing and singing again like it’s only been minutes since he sent that
video from his phone. It feels like Tobio didn’t miss a thing, feels even
better when they get to the restaurant and Hinata insists on sitting between
him and Yachi. Everything is loud and happy and chaotic, and everyone shouts
their orders to the overwhelmed waiter like they own the place. Tobio feels
less and less like he doesn’t belong with his friends in times like this, and
he thinks it might have to do with Hinata, who turns to him and teases him, or
bumps his arm, or asks him questions and draws him out like no one’s ever
really tried to do before.
They order cheesy bread appetizers and then eight pizzas of different kinds,
which seems redundant to Tobio but everyone knows he’s a sucker for dairy, so
he’d never complain.
After everyone gets their sodas and water and juice, the evening’s
ridiculousness begins with Kinoshita reliving his terrible date with the third
year women’s basketball captain. There’s parts Tobio didn’t need to hear about:
how he’d touched her boob; and there’s parts he really needed to know about:
how right in the middle of touching her boob her mother had walked in on them
and there was a lot of screaming and he was kicked out of the house. People are
crying with laughter by the time he’s done with his Valentine’s Day story,
which gets everyone talking about the holiday again.
“Yo, Yachi,” someone calls out across the table. The culprit, Adimari, who will
be their next libero, has a reputation for not mincing words in the slightest
and blames it on his Italian-American heritage. Over Hinata’s spiky orange fly-
aways, Tobio can see Yachi look up, a string of gooey cheese drooping from her
mouth to the stick of bread in her hand. She blinks and chews, hand belatedly
covering her mouth as her eyes dart down the table to where Tanaka and Noya
sprawl in their seats before acknowledging the first year, who’s leaning so far
onto the table to see her that he’s in danger of toppling into his appetizer
and getting cheese in his curly hair. “Is Tanaka your boyfriend now?” he
shouts.
So, Tobio and Noya aren’t the only ones who’ve been speculating.
Ennoshita tsks and slaps the side of his head from his seat across the table.
“That’s none of your business,” he scolds. But he looks curious, too, if the
way he turns his face to Yachi is any indication.
Tanaka laughs nervously. “Captain’s right, kouhai! Don’t be nosy.”
“Look at Yachi, though!” Noya crows, almost proud, and everyone turns back to
her. She’s stuffing her face instead of making eye contact with anyone.
“All of you are embarrassing,” Tsukishima grumbles, and pours more soda for
Yachi from her right when some of her food goes down the wrong pipe. “You are
too,” he adds to her. She just rolls her watery eyes at him. It’s been awhile
since any of them could scare her. She’s walked in on enough of them doing
stupid, embarrassing shit too many times for that.
Tobio doesn’t miss the way her gaze finds its way to Tanaka’s amidst the
ruckus, though.
“Speaking of embarrassing,” Tanaka says, clearly redirecting. He’s not subtle.
“Kageyama, you into anyone lately? We gotta get you a girl!”
Tobio glares as everyone laughs. Because Tanaka’s absurd and the thought of
Tobio being into a girl is also absurd. Tobio agrees. He pulls off a piece of
the nearest cheesy bread, batting Hinata’s hand away when he tries to steal a
mini pepperoni from his plate. “No, I’m not into any girls,” he says flatly.
He can feel Hinata’s silent wriggling next to him, imagines he’s trying very
hard not to laugh as he taps at the sides of his cup of soda, munching on his
stolen treat.
Noya throws a crumpled up napkin at Tobio’s forehead but he slaps it away
before it meets its mark. “Told you, Ryuu,” Noya laughs. “He’s volleyball-
sexual!”
Yamaguchi shakes his head from the head of the table. “Kageyama doesn’t need to
date anyon—”
“I’m dating Hinata,” Tobio says, and takes a gulp of his water.
There’s a moment where everything goes silent, like the air’s been sucked out
of the room, and Tobio looks up at everyone. They’re all gaping at him. 
And then.
“WHAAAAAT!??????” There’s a roar of yelling and laughing and everyone’s jumping
and jostling in their seats as they stare amazed at him. Ennoshita ruffles his
hair, and Noya manages to actually hit him in the head with a napkin this time.
The first years are all wearing identical expressions of shock. Tsukishima is
just shaking his head continuously, like he can’t believe this bullshit.
Yamaguchi is clapping. Tobio knew it’d be a shock, but he wasn’t expecting
this. Actually, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, because good or bad the
team tends to meet any sort of surprise with the same amount of chaos.
Tobio glances at Hinata, and then immediately does a double-take. Hinata is the
reddest Tobio’s ever seen him, staring at the tabletop through his fingers.
“What? Were we keeping it a secret?” Tobio asks him.
Hinata just wails and falls into his shoulder, trying to wedge between Tobio’s
back and the leather of the booth behind him. He’s pretty sure their table of
thirteen grows even louder.
Tobio feels his face heat, his embarrassment finally catching up to him. Tobio
didn’t exactly plan this—not that he’s given how they’d tell everyone a ton of
thought, but… maybe Hinata wanted to wait? Maybe he didn’t want to tell anyone
yet?
“It wasn’t a secret, right?” Tobio asks again, a little worried. His voice is
dwarfed by Noya’s “NO WAY. NO FRIGGIN’ WAY!” But, he just looks down at
Hinata’s orange head, nudges him when he doesn’t respond.
Hinata emerges with a wobbly smile, and gets hit in the head with an ice cube
for his trouble. “Not a secret, dummy. I just wasn’t prepared!” His fingers
press into his cheeks, and Tobio thinks not for the first or last time that
night how cute his boyfriend is.
Tobio’s mouth twitches a little. “Sorry,” he says.
Hinata looks up at him, and as his smile grows the noise at the table does too.
The pizza arrives then, and so the reactions of their teammates are a little
dampened by their enthusiasm for (more) bread and cheese. Tobio takes the
opportunity to wrap an arm around Hinata’s shoulder while everyone is
distracted.
He gets to do this whenever, now. Right?
Hinata’s still red, but he leans into Tobio’s chest with a big smile and
snickers when grease from his pizza slice drips onto Tobio’s jacket. Tobio
wants to kiss him but he doesn’t want to give anyone a heart attack.
“DON’T THINK WE DON’T SEE YOU TWO,” Tanaka yells as he chews on a slice of ham
and pineapple. Next to him, Noya still looks floored and ecstatic, and he’s got
his phone out.
“Don’t—” Tobio groans, but the shutter goes off.
“I gotta tell the third years, dude!”
Hinata laughs. “You’re a third year, idiot!” he shouts, and everything slides
back to normal. Save for Tobio’s hand on Hinata’s shoulder, thumb sliding back
and forth over the fabric of his sweater.
The energy for the rest of dinner is giddy but positive, especially when Yachi
finally admits she and Tanaka are dating, and Tobio stuffs himself with
delicious, greasy food, and Hinata does the same except for when he slides his
hand tentatively over Tobio’s knee under the table, finally relaxing around
their friends. They’re both quiet through dessert, Hinata just chewing on his
soda straw and driving Tobio to distraction as he plays with the seam of
Tobio’s trousers on the inside of his thigh. Tobio doesn’t think he’s doing it
to tease, necessarily. He’s just touching, being close, like Tobio’s hand on
his arm. But it doesn’t stop Tobio from getting a little too squirmy by the
time they’re organizing the check.
Tobio just throws money down and lets Ennoshita figure it out, because he’s in
no shape to do math with the way Hinata’s fingers trace swirls over the thin
fabric of his trousers, sending fizzling sensations pretty much straight to his
dick.
Tobio breathes slowly and deliberately as everyone scoots out of the booth and
skids their chairs over the linoleum flooring. He’s pretty sure that if Hinata
finds out exactly how much Tobio is affected… he’ll try to do it every time
they’re in public because he’s a demon. Thankfully, he’s not so far along that
it’s noticeable, so they make it out of the restaurant and into the cool, wet
February air.
It’s starting to drizzle.
“Ugh, gross,” Hinata says to the deep grey rainclouds still visible as the sun
sets. He pulls his raincoat from his backpack and looks forlornly at his bike
chained to the rack across the street.
Their teammates disperse at varying levels of volume and camaraderie until it’s
just him and Hinata, Tanaka, Yachi, Narita and Kinoshita in front of the
restaurant. It’s only Hinata who seems worried about the rain. Yachi lives
quite close and Narita and Kinoshita are just distracted, still arguing about
whether spinach is a good pizza topping. Tanaka is waiting for his sister to
pick him up, so he hovers beside Yachi trying not to draw attention to the fact
that he’s hovering.
“Hey, Hinata,” he begins, and gets distracted watching Yachi pull her hair,
much longer since first year, back into a loose side-ponytail.
Hinata shares an amused smirk with Tobio before prompting Tanaka. “Hey,
Tanaka,” he chirps.
Tanaka shakes himself a little and continues, “D’you need a ride? My sis and I
are going to my gramps’ this weekend. I think it’s just one town past yours if
you don’t wanna bike…”
Hinata brightens at that. “Yeah! Thanks, Tanaka!” He bounces up on the balls of
his feet and turns his bright grin to Tobio before continuing, “Would you have
room for one more?”
Tanaka shrugs with a nod, but his expression morphs into a sly smile when Tobio
blinks down at his boyfriend, who cheers and jogs across the street to unlock
his bike.
His boyfriend.
“Where’d Narita and Kinoshita go?” Hinata asks when Saeko’s van skids to a stop
at the curb, almost driving up over it, as usual.
“They left a second ago,” Yachi says with a sigh. “Still arguing about
spinach." 
Tanaka snorts and leans down to kiss her cheek before realizing what he’s
doing. Hinata jumps at them and pushes their faces together as Saeko’s window
rolls down, revealing her delighted, manic smile as she looks at her brother
and Yachi. Tobio can practically hear all the embarrassing, humiliating things
she’s thinking up in her brain as the car idles and Yachi and Tanaka stutter
their goodbyes. Hinata looks very smug for someone who was wailing about how
embarrassed he was just a little while ago.
Tanaka yanks the front passenger door open, already yelling at his sister, “Not
a fucking word, Saeko. Open the hatchback so Hinata can track dirty bike mud
all over your car.”
Tobio helps Hinata get the bike into the back and hovers, much like Tanaka did,
as Hinata trots around to the back door and climbs in.
“You coming?” he asks, when Tobio doesn’t follow.
Tanaka and Saeko look back at them between the seats.
“Yeah, okay,” Tobio rushes out, and clambers in to join Hinata in the back as
the van pulls back into traffic.
As Tobio wonders how annoyed his parents will be about him heading to the next
town on a Frida night instead of coming home like he’s supposed to, Tanaka
snaps at his sister, who is supposed to be looking at the road but keeps
glancing over at her brother with a scary grin.
“Shut up,” Tanaka says.
“Didn’t say anything, lil bro,” Saeko sing-songs, and turns onto the main road
that leads up into the mountains. “Where’re we dropping these two?” She turns
her scary grin to them in the rear-view mirror. 
“These two,” Tanaka says, jamming his jump back toward them. “Are dating. We
just found out.”
Saeko gasps, and the van swerves as she literally turns in her seat to look at
them. “Hinata and Kageyama? Really?!” she yells. “So cute!”
Hinata giggles, rubbing the back of his head, but Tobio is too busy gripping
the side of the car to give much of a reaction. “We’re going to my house,”
Hinata says. “First exit after you come over the mountain!”
“Sweet,” she replies, and cranks the volume on the radio. “Buckle up,
buttercups!”
When they get to Hinata’s, Tobio isn’t sure whether he’s reeling from Saeko’s
driving or from holding Hinata’s hand the whole ride. In any case, the fresh
air after listening to loud, heavy rock music for fifteen minutes is soothing,
and the noise this far outside of town is just rustling trees and wind and
distant rain.
Hinata’s dad is cleaning up his dinner with Natsu when they come in, remove
their shoes and drop their bags in the front hall.
“Tobio!” Natsu shrieks, and barrels into his legs. He’s only met her twice or
something, but she’s just like Hinata, too friendly for her own good. He
awkwardly pats her head until she lets go to assault her brother as well. The
middle-aged man at the sink turns, and Tobio is faced with another Hinata look-
alike—just… like, 45 years old. He’s got the same, unruly orange hair, but it’s
thinning, and he’s wearing glasses, and he’s got a bit of a paunch. It’s
bizarre how little Hinata looks like his mom in comparison. Tobio thinks maybe
he has her eyes.
“Hey dad, this is Kageyama,” Hinata says from behind him.
“Ah, Kageyama! Nice to meet you, finally,” Mr. Hinata says with a toothy smile.
Tobio shakes his hand and bows. “Nice to meet you, too!” he manages not to
stutter.
“He’s gonna stay over tonight if that’s okay,” Hinata adds casually. “We’re
gonna watch movies on my laptop—so don’t bother us, Natsu!”
“Alright, Shouyou,” his dad says while Natsu whines, clutching at the dress
she’s wearing with little fists. But, when Hinata picks her up and pulls gently
on one of her wild locks of hair, she warms to him immediately. Tobio’s certain
Hinata’s family is the most easygoing ever. “You’re in charge of drawing
Natsu’s bath tonight, though, remember?” Mr. Hinata adds.
Hinata groans and plops Natsu back in her seat at the table before dragging
Tobio to his room.
He slams his door with a dramatic flourish, and then rounds on Tobio so fast
there’s a real danger of dizziness on both their parts.
“You,” Hinata begins, and then leaps on him, planting a kiss on Tobio’s lips.
“Are a menace!” he continues, once he’s satisfied with the expression he’s left
on Tobio’s face. Tobio is pretty certain he looks like he lost a few brain
cells.
Tobio shakes himself. “Me? I’m a menace?”
“Yeah!” He puts on a funny, grumpy expression and flattens his hair over his
forehead. “‘I’m dating Hinata,’” he grumbles in a stupid voice. “Warn me next
time!”
“I’m pretty sure we got it over with the first time,” Tobio says, shoving
Hinata’s hand off of his head and ruffling his orange hair back to its natural
riotous mess. “Plus, you are a menace too!”
Hinata snorts. “How am I a menace?” he asks, and pokes Tobio softly in the
stomach a couple times before wrapping his arms around his middle.
“With the… your hand on my leg! All through dinner!” Tobio nearly squeaks.
Hinata looks confused for a moment. “My hand on your leg? Oh! Really?”
“Yeah,” Tobio says, gusting out air and looking away from Hinata’s curious
eyes.
“I’m sorry!” says Hinata. But he starts grinning. “Uwaaaaaah,” he continues,
quietly. “Tooobio.”
“Shut up. 
“Make me!” His voice is warm and teasing, and Tobio can’t resist at all. He
leans down, nearly brushes his lips over the corner of his mouth, thinking
about how long they’ll be able to hold their breaths in order to kiss as long
as possible, when Hinata’s dad yells down the hall for Hinata to ‘get your butt
to the bathroom to help your little sister!"
Tobio cringes.
Hinata pulls away from him, squeezing him too tight around his stomach so his
full belly protests, and then dashes out of the room with a, “Tell your parents
you’re staying over!”
Oh.
When Hinata’s gone, Tobio pulls his phone out and sees a string of texts in a
new group chat with Suga, Daichi, Asahi, and Hinata. When did he manage to text
everyone?
Suga: KAGEYAMA!!!!!!!
Suga: HINATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daichi: Haha my thoughts exactly!
Asahi: Noya sent a picture to us, what’s going on??
Suga: they’re dating!!!!!! T____T
Asahi: What! Congrats?
Asahi:（＊〇□〇）……！
Asahi uses those dumb faces too? Tobio shakes his head at the sheer
ridiculousness of it all. These are the consequences of his actions: realizing
that the guys he looked up to last year are just as hopeless and nerdy as
everyone else.
Daichi: Proud of you guys!!
Suga: omg Daichi ur such a dad
Suga: ok but I’M PROUD OF U TOO!!!!!!
Hinata: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
Hinata: |ω･`;)
Asahi: Did you tell everyone today
Asahi: ?
Hinata: BY ACCIDNET!!!!!
Daichi: Hahaha
Suga: oh no!
Hinata: Kageyama jst
Hinata: SAID IT in front of everyone
Hinata: Without TELLIING ME!!!!!!
Tobio bites his lip.
Asahi:Everything’s okay though, right?
Asahi:Everyone was supportive?
Hinata: yea  totally ⊂(・ヮ・⊂)
Hinata: we probs r banned from the pizza place becuz everyone screamed so loud
tho!!!!
Daichi: Haha! Glad everything worked out.
Suga: i’m T________T
Tobio’s mouth twitches at the last text.
Kageyama:Really Suga?
Suga: KAGEYAMA!!!!!!!!!
Suga: yes!! maybe a little bit hee hee
Suga: gonna have to give you THE BIGGEST HUG next time i see ya
Kageyama:Thanks guys.
Kageyama: Also. Please delete that picture from your phones.
Asahi: Aw, Kageyama we wouldn’t do anything with it!
Daichi:Speak for yourself, I’m 99.99% certain it’s Suga’s background picture
now.
Suga: shut up, noya did it too!
Daichi: I fail to see how admitting that helps your case.
Asahi: (◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)ﾉ”
Tobio shakes his head. He kind of misses those guys.
Hinata comes back with two glasses of water when Tobio’s finishing up his call
with his mom. His mom isn’t… all that pleased, but she seems to have a soft
spot for Hinata and even laughs when Hinata says he’d kidnapped Tobio loud
enough for her to hear. They giggle silently as she gently scolds Tobio for not
asking first, but he just has to help her around the house over the weekend in
exchange. Tobio knows it’s just because he’s socializing regularly now that
he’s not getting grounded. He’s not sure he was a hermit before, but his mom
keeps saying things like, “it’s nice seeing my sweet boy smile so much,” or
“I’m so glad you’re making such good friends!” whenever things like this come
up, so maybe from the outside he seemed pretty lame before.
Once he says goodbye, they curl up on Hinata’s bed with his laptop and pull up
some American TV show Hinata likes. Predictably, it’s a kid’s show, but it’s
got martial arts and magic sort of stuff so it’s not too bad. Tobio gets into
it by the third episode, but it’s not enough to distract him from Hinata’s hand
on his stomach, palm flat and fingers splayed out like he’s holding him there,
even if he’s just relaxed and happy and comfortably stretched halfway across
Tobio, engrossed in the action onscreen. He’s a warm line all the way up
Tobio’s side, and Tobio—even though he likes this show—gets distracted when
Hinata’s flyaways tickle his jaw. He turns and nuzzles into Hinata’s ear for a
while, arm around his shoulders, just… just.
Hinata hums and nudges the laptop off their thighs and turns to him at the end
of an episode, delivering a little bite to Tobio’s chin before finding his
lips. Things are lazy and quiet for a while, but when Hinata starts moving
against him, muscled thigh flexing over Tobio’s hips, things change. Tobio
thinks about licking into Hinata’s mouth, and so he does. He thinks about
running his hand up and down Hinata’s ribs and stomach and hips, and so he
does. He thinks about pulling Hinata further on top of him, gripping under his
thighs to have him closer and roll his hips and feel him from knees to chest,
and so he does.
Apparently, though, Hinata has a plan.
He kisses and sucks at Tobio’s neck as they rustle around on the duvet, breath
stuttery and cool, and then he’s got his hands in Tobio’s hair, and then slides
them down to his chest, and then follows his hands with his lips. Tobio doesn’t
realize what’s happening until he’s moved so far down there’s no chance they’ll
be kissing anytime soon. Instead, Hinata’s next move is to slide his hands up
under Tobio’s shirt until it’s up around his armpits, exposing his chest to the
air and Hinata’s puffing breaths as he leans down to kiss him over unexplored
territory.
Tobio’s hard in his sweatpants already, hips a little restless, when Hinata
finds one of his nipples and sucks lightly at it, thumb sweeping over the other
one. It feels nicer than expected, feels like nothing else exists as he shivers
under Hinata’s curious lips and tongue. He doesn’t stop there, though. He moves
down Tobio’s chest to his stomach, rubs his warm palms over Tobio’s abs and his
hips, making him squirm again when he retraces his movements with his mouth.
When Shouyou licks just above the waistband of his sweats, Tobio’s body
twitches along with his dick. Tobio lifts his head. He feels a bloom of precome
appear against the fabric, and Hinata must notice too because he lets out a
small gasp before grazing his teeth over the same spot.
“Shouyou…” Tobio rasps, hand finding his wild hair and holding on.
Little fingers pull at his waistband, dragging his sweatpants down his thighs
and over his knees alongside his boxers until he’s completely naked—save for
his socks and shirt still rucked up over his chest. He feels embarrassed and
exposed but he’s really turned on, especially when Hinata starts murmuring
things like, “Gosh, you’re so hot, so pretty,” and “I wanna make you feel
good,” as he moves back up Tobio’s legs.
Hinata’s hands slide down around Tobio’s thighs and push his legs open as he
sucks Tobio’s dick between his lips a little messily, back arched and butt up
in the air as he leans over Tobio. Even in just his bright blue t-shirt and
loose sweatpants, he looks so good slipping Tobio’s dick in and out of his
mouth.
Tobio lets out a small wail at the feeling, head falling back against the
pillows.
“Shush!” says Hinata, but there’s something pleased about his tone. He seems a
little overwhelmed, like he wants to try everything at once, so Tobio is
subjected to many minutes of torturous exploration. Sucking bites over his
hips, kisses around the base of his dick, kitten licks at the crease of his
thigh, and various combinations of all three to his twitching dick, and his
balls, and one moment to the spot behind them that makes him shake.
It feels like everything has shrunk down to the feeling of Hinata’s warm lips
and tongue—and then Hinata is finally taking him in his mouth again and the
feeling buzzes across his skin like electricity. Hinata tries sinking down on
him like Tobio had the other night, but is moderately more successful. His lips
are pulled tight over Tobio’s skin and it’s so wet and hot and messy
and—Tobio’s fist closes so hard in Hinata’s hair that he’s choking in moments.
Tobio tries to lift himself up as Hinata coughs, teary eyes spilling over a
little. “Ouch,” Hinata says finally, but he accepts Tobio’s stroking fingers
through his hair all the same. “Don’t pull! I know you like when I do it to
you, but it hurts.”
“M’sorry,” Tobio says. He brings his hands up to the pillow under his head,
gripping it tight so he’ll remember not to move.
“I forgive you,” Hinata replies, and then smiles wickedly as he licks a long,
slow stripe up his length.
Tobio’s arms give out immediately.
He almost wishes it would last longer, even though the feeling of Hinata’s
slick mouth around him is almost agonizing in its intensity, and his hands,
though small, hold his thighs open, keeping him from moving too much. Tobio
knows Hinata is powerful—he’s seen it time and again on the volleyball
court—but there’s something about this that makes Tobio feel… different. He
feels smaller. He feels held. He feels good.
He thinks about what it would be like for Hinata to move over him, push his
thighs up even higher until his knees touched his chest. He thinks about what
it would be like for Hinata not to be around him, but inside him.
Tobio comes so hard his vision tunnels, pleasure fizzing from the back of his
skull to the tips of his toes.
After he comes down, aftershocks shaking through him at every small touch of
Hinata’s fingers, Hinata crawls up his body and slowly melts against him. His
hands cup Tobio’s cheeks to angle him for a filthy, salty-bitter kiss. Tobio’s
not sure that everything’s perfect right now, or just their kiss is really that
good. He lets Hinata have control, fingers still holding his jaw tight. But
eventually, Tobio gets with the program and wraps noodley arms around Hinata’s
waist, and then helps him shove his own sweats down over his hips and butt
enough that he can rut slowly against Tobio’s abs.
He comes with Tobio’s tongue in his mouth, seizing up with a silent, hurt
expression before shakes wrack his body. Tobio feels the slick spill between
them as Hinata’s hips roll in tiny circles, and belatedly wishes he had been a
little more useful.
“Mm, so good,” Hinata sighs, though, so it doesn’t sound like he’s too
disappointed.
“Shou,” Tobio sighs back.
Later, when Hinata has managed to remove both their shirts—his own so he could
clean Tobio’s stomach and Tobio’s so he could… probably so he could just look
at him—they curl up together again. Tobio thinks he should feel more exposed,
being the only one completely naked, but Hinata just crawls up over him again,
nearly sprawled completely on top of him except where he’s leaning on his elbow
on the mattress.
“Tobio,” Hinata says through a smile. “You’re kinda loud.”
Tobio just frowns at him for a moment.
“When I’m… when you’re turned on,” Hinata supplies. 
Tobio goes red, and shoves Hinata’s finger away when he tries to poke at his
cheek. “Jerk,” Tobio grumbles. “I am not loud.”
Hinata makes a disbelieving sort of noise. “Mm, no, you are a little. Next time
I might have to shove your face in a pillow!”
“Shut up!”
They talk in low voices, curled into each other, Tobio tracing patterns over
Hinata’s arms as Hinata snuggles under his chin, and Tobio apologizes for the
umpteenth time about blurting everything out at dinner, and Hinata laughs and
groans and forgives him anyway. It’s the third time Tobio says it that Hinata
presses his fingers to Tobio’s mouth and shimmies up the mattress to look him
in the eyes. Tobio sees a glint of dark brown in the dim light of the room, and
holds his breath as Hinata slides the fingers covering Tobio’s lips to his jaw
and then his ear, tugging lightly on it.
“I’m happy I get to act like your boyfriend,” he says, finally combing his
fingers through Tobio’s hair. Tobio’s eyes droop with the comforting feeling.
His stomach swoops when he realizes they get to do this all night. Just this.
“I’m happy everyone was okay with it,” Tobio admits. “It feels better knowing
we don’t have to try to hide it, so much.”
“Yeah,” Hinata replies, voice heavy with sleep. “Tobio.”
“What?”
Hinata shifts against him. “Nothing, I just like saying your name. It’s cute.”
“Shouyou,” Tobio sounds out. He butts against Hinata’s forehead lightly.
“Shou,” he whispers, and they fall into another couple kisses.
He’s really tired, but when Hinata’s warm hand slips down his stomach under the
covers, curious fingers mapping out his skin in the dark, Tobio knows he’ll
race him to the end.
End Notes
     Does anyone hear "oowoo" when they see uwu ??? Either way, I'm kind
     of making that noise currently. I hope you all liked this one! *bites
     nails*
     Thank you for reading!
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