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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Kageyama_Tobio, Hinata_Shouyou, Hinata_Shouyou's_Parents, Hinata_Natsu
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Established_Relationship, Family, Babysitting, Making_Out, First
      Time, Anal_Fingering, Tobio_finds_The_Prostate, Cuddling, Sleeping
      Together, Mutual_Masturbation
  Series:
      Part 15 of Countdown
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-18 Words: 3238
****** Do It Right ******
by byesweetheart_(ConstantComment)
Summary
     Hinata is forgetful.
Notes
     This is a continuation of my fic, No_Hurry, but part of a larger
     series that updates every week or so.
     A playlist for this series can be found here!
     If you're disinclined to read the smut, you can stop reading at '“Not
     that much of a mood-killer, I see,”' and pick back up on '“Shoulda
     thought about the sheets,”'
See the end of the work for more notes
Tobio stops to take a picture of the spot they passed the other day, capturing
a few blurry snaps and focusing on the tree in the foreground instead of Torono
Town sprawled in funny little gridded clumps below them, until Hinata sighs and
crowds into his space to tap at his screen. Tobio manages to take a clear
photo, but it’s on an angle because he’s got his eyes on Hinata instead of the
scenery.
Hinata calls him several names but doesn’t bother pretending to be annoyed when
Tobio quickly snaps a picture of him right after.
It’s only slightly blurry, and Hinata has two fingers up and a big smile as he
mounts his bike.
Works for Tobio.
They make it to Hinata’s house just as the sun sets, and Hinata’s parents are
right at the door when they come in after propping their bikes against the side
of the house.
“Ah! Shouyou, just in time!” Hinata’s dad calls as he grabs his car keys from
the bowl on top of the shoe cubby, right when they barge in through the front
door. “And Kageyama! Natsu will be delighted to see you.” He then seems to
fully take in his son’s appearance and then blinks. “Where’s your shirt,
kiddo?”
Hinata looks down at his shirtless torso, and his eyes skid past Tobio’s before
he answers. Tobio knows the missing shirt is crammed into a pocket in Hinata’s
backpack, gross and crusty from their come. Tobio really hopes they don’t look
exactly like they rolled around in a meadow and gave each other orgasms less
than half-an-hour ago. Because they did. Tobio looks down at himself and
notices his knees are stained with green and he has a dandelion fluff stuck to
one of his shoelaces. At least his shirt is in good shape.
“Uhh,” Hinata says intelligently. “It was really hot.”
Tobio resists rolling his eyes, but just barely.
“Suppose I won’t need my jacket, then,” his dad says, seeming to accept
Hinata’s lame excuse.
Hinata throws an awkward grin Tobio’s way, running a quick hand through his
hair before his mom appears from around the corner.
“Shou, and Tobio!” She hurries over to give them both quick kisses on the cheek
in the midst of putting on her cardigan. “Whew! Showers for both of you
stinkers tonight.”
“Mom,” Hinata groans.
Tobio blushes when Hinata’s mom continues, “Are you here for a sleepover? Natsu
is going to be so excited you’re here.”
“Dad just said that,” Hinata groans again.
“Well,” she replies with a wave of her hand, patting Tobio on the cheek. “Just
makes it doubly true.”
Tobio turns to Hinata as his parents open the door, his dad clicking the car
keys several times so the car beeps and unlocks in the long driveway.
“She’s started drawing you a lot,” Hinata admits, embarrassed.
“You’re famous,” Hinata’s mom adds. “You’re in the family tree now!”
“It’s a literal tree,” Hinata grumbles into his hands.
“Mommy!?” Natsu’s voice carries shrilly from the living room.
“That’s our cue,” Hinata’s dad jokes, ushering his mom out the door.
“Leftovers are in the fridge, honey,” his mom says to Hinata before yelling,
“Natsu, pumpkin, we’ll be back later. Look who’s here!”
Thundering little feet echo through the house and a whirl of red and pink zooms
into view. Natsu skids on the entryway flooring in her little socks, but she’s
too distracted to care when she knocks softly into the wall in her effort to
join them in the front hall. Tobio waves feebly at her. She stares at him,
scarily, like Hinata just before he proves someone wrong on the court.
“Bye, everyone!” Hinata’s dad sing-songs, and then they slam the door closed.
“Go shower,” Hinata whispers, slowly sliding Tobio’s messenger bag off his
shoulder for him and nodding conspiratorially toward the rest of the house.
“I’ll set her up with a movie.”
Tobio frowns at Hinata.
“We’re not—” Hinata sighs. “Later. Obviously. Just go! Escape while you can,”
he adds with a laugh.
Tobio escapes while he can, but not before patting Natsu awkwardly on the head
as he heads for the bathroom.
It’s not exactly good for Tobio’s anxiety to sit in the living room watching a
movie meant for elementary school kids with Hinata and Natsu for two hours, but
he manages it because they can’t really retreat to Hinata’s room to do stuff
with a seven-year-old running around the house.
While loud, theatrical music screams from the television, while Natsu picks at
her dinner and colors a pretty angry-looking stick figure with her smelly
markers and glitter pens, while Hinata eats popcorn with one hand and idly
plays with Tobio’s wet hair with the other, Tobio breathes. He rests his hand
on Hinata’s thigh, and leans into him heavily, and breathes. Hinata is still
warm from his own shower, which he abandoned Tobio for after plating Natsu’s
dinner and starting the movie. He smells like apples again, instead of grass
and sweat and choked gasps and rolling hips, but it’s not like smelling like
the shower helps Tobio calm down any. He’s just reminded over and over in
little fits and starts of the other day, pruned hands splayed against the
shower tiles with Hinata’s dick between his thighs.
Hinata did return with popcorn and sandwiches when he was done, though, which
distracts Tobio enough that he’s not sitting through a children’s movie with a
hard-on.
Tobio blinks and next thing he knows the movie’s over and Hinata is pushing him
off his shoulder so he can reach the remote. The silence after all the loud
music is almost startling, but Natsu is quick to fill it with some chatter
about her favorite parts. Rubbing at his eyes, Tobio watches Hinata crawl
around to put the DVD away, and then help Natsu with her supplies.
“It’s not bedtime, is it?” Natsu asks, and there’s a note in her voice that
warns of impending whining. Or maybe that’s just how she sounds. Kids are
okay—and Natsu is very clever for a small person—but Tobio doesn’t ever know
what to do around her, or how to act. Tobio doesn’t envy Hinata his siblinghood
all that much. He couldn’t watch princess movies more than once a year,
probably.
“It’s not bedtime, is it?” Hinata parrots with a wink in Tobio’s direction, and
Tobio sits up because that means it is bedtime. Well. It’s time to not sit in
the living room and draw pictures of Kageyama if Kageyama didn’t have real
limbs.
He doesn’t know who he’s kidding, Natsu’s probably a better drawer than he is.
“Look, Kageyama, she got your face perfect!” Hinata says, waving one of her
sheets of construction paper in the air. Big fat lines angle over the beady
eyes and flat mouth of a round-faced figure who is... mostly legs. Legs-
Kageyama is standing next to a much shorter Hinata, with a big head, huge mouth
and sunshine hair.
“Spitting image,” Tobio says. “Uhm, can I keep it?” He tries smiling at Natsu,
who hides under the coffee table.
“Hey, booger-brain,” Hinata snaps absently to his sister on the floor. “Wanna
give your picture to Kageyama?”
She snatches it out of Hinata’s hand and then crawls to Tobio, gingerly setting
it on his knees. “Here you go,” she mumbles.
There’s an unpleasant combination of oranges and licorice wafting off the page.
It’s great.
“Thanks, Natsu,” Tobio says, and then notices Hinata is grinning at him. His
face is hot, so he’s probably blushing.
“Okay!” Hinata crows. “Brush-time then bedtime!”
Natsu wails until Hinata picks her up under her arms and drags her to the
bathroom to brush her teeth. She’s screaming, but also giggling, the whole
time, so Tobio assumes this is normal for them.
Tobio is left in the living room for an eerily quiet moment, until he slinks to
Hinata’s bedroom and shuts the door. After placing Natsu’s drawing on Hinata’s
desk, he flops backward onto the comfy, messy bed and waits, antsy, for Hinata.
Hinata’s parents come back while Tobio lays quietly in the bedroom, but Hinata
says goodnight to them in the entryway, so Tobio doesn’t feel the need to get
up and say hello again. And anyway, it’s too much effort to roll to the floor
and get all the way across the room.
“Sorry!” is Hinata’s whispered greeting when he scurries into the room a couple
minutes later, clicking the door shut and locking it.
Tobio’s lazy drowsiness evaporates with the snick of the lock, and he sits up a
little in the bed to watch Hinata approach sheepishly. “I kind of feel like
I’ve been tortured slowly,” Tobio says when Hinata crawls up onto the bed and
wriggles until he’s comfortably sprawled along Tobio’s side. “Were you supposed
to be babysitting your sister tonight?”
Hinata groans, “I forgot.”
Tobio snorts. “Not sure if I can think of anything that’s more of a mood-killer
than watching Swan Princess III.”
“I knooooow,” Hinata whines quietly into Tobio’s shirt.
“Swan. Princess.”
“Shut up,” Hinata replies, then cranes his neck to kiss him.
Tobio leans over Hinata, mouthing at his lips softly, until Hinata bites him
and slips his tongue into Tobio’s mouth when it opens in surprise. They make
out for maybe a minute… or an age, who cares, and then Hinata wraps a leg
around him so they slot together.
“Not that much of a mood-killer, I see,” Hinata jokes when he notices how hard
Tobio is already, and it would be kind of sexy if he didn’t say it in such a
goofy way. His hand slips down between them to squeeze and rub at Tobio’s dick
through his shorts, though, so he can’t complain too much.
Tobio thinks about what they’re about to do, and mentally runs through some of
the stuff he had looked up online a time or two when… when he was curious but
too chicken to try it himself, wondering how Hinata wants to do things, since
he’s always full of ideas. Tobio thinks about touching him all over, down his
curved back down to the cleft of his—little, but really nice—ass. He was so
surprised when Hinata suggested it earlier. But, if he’s honest, he’s relieved
now that Hinata wants to try it too, before him. Because he wants it to be
good.
“Wanna do it right when I finger you” lances through Tobio’s head as Hinata
grins and presses a couple kisses to Tobio’s jaw as he palms him through his
pants.
“Let’s—” Tobio starts, then swallows. “Do you have stuff?”
Hinata bites his lip and his fingers slip away as he blushes and nods. He rolls
away onto the floor to rummage through his bedside table, places what looks
like a tube of travel toothpaste—but bright red—onto the bed sheets next to
Tobio and then wiggles out of his shirt and shorts until he’s just in his
boxers.
Tobio sits up and pulls on Hinata’s arm when he makes to shove those off as
well.
“Lemme do that,” Tobio mumbles. “Come here first.”
Hinata hiccups out another laugh and allows Tobio to pull him back onto the
bed. Hinata lands hard on Tobio’s stomach, but he doesn’t care much—he just
wants to kiss him again. Kissing him again is on the list of best ideas ever,
right under what they’re about to do next.
Tobio makes sure to pay attention to Hinata, makes sure he’s making those
little sounds he makes in the back of his throat when he’s really enjoying a
kiss, makes sure his breathing picks up just the right way when Tobio presses
against Hinata’s erection through his boxers. Sucks on his neck softly until
he’s squirming and letting out little huffing gasps in the quiet room, his
heels making wrinkles in the sheets.
“Tobio,” he croons, and Tobio leans over him to carefully pull his underwear
over his hips, tug them down his butt beneath him and then slide them off his
shaky legs. “Tobio,” he sighs again, maybe for emphasis, maybe just because.
“Ready?” Tobio asks, trying to ignore that his voice shakes just a little.
“Here, how about—”
He scoots down the bed and then slowly arranges Hinata so he’s facing away from
Tobio a bit on his back, one thigh resting high on Tobio’s waist. His dick is
hard and pink where his strong thighs meet, and looks so good exposed with one
of his legs spread wide. He looks up at Tobio and lets out a gusty sigh.
“S’that good?” Tobio asks, and turns to press a slow kiss into Hinata’s open
mouth.
“Yeah, uhm, good,” Hinata replies when he pulls away.
Tobio finds the lube under Hinata’s shoulder blade and uncaps it to spread it
over his fingers. Some drips onto Hinata’s hip in the process, and they both
giggle giddily before Hinata leans to kiss Tobio again.
He trails some of the excess over Hinata’s dick, which sets off a small moan,
before he slides his hand down between his legs and slips over the little whorl
of muscle, rubbing curiously.
“I—in the shower—” Hinata grunts quietly. His eyes flutter closed.
“Mhm,” Tobio says, and presses a little more earnestly as he circles his
slippery fingers. He watches Hinata’s face.
“Feels… feels kinda weird. Sensitive,” he corrects on a whisper.
Tobio kisses Hinata’s jaw, then just under his ear, then trails his lips down
his neck again and listens to his shuddering breaths as Tobio finally slips his
finger in to the first knuckle. He’s hot, and tight, and takes a long time to
relax but becomes easily distracted with Tobio’s lips on his neck.
Hinata tilts his head back as Tobio presses in and out for a while.
When Hinata’s hand curls around his dick absently, Tobio slowly works in more
of his middle finger until he can’t reach any farther. Sliding slowly in and
out and softly suckling on the tendon of Hinata’s neck, he listens to Hinata’s
deep, deliberate breaths. He starts to rub a little at the hot, soft parts that
envelope his long finger, but startles when Hinata sucks in a sudden breath.
Tobio wonders if that was the spot.
“Wow,” Hinata says, and Tobio laughs a little.
“Too weird?” he asks. He’s curious. He’s hard just from this, but ignores that
his dick bumps into Hinata’s leg through his shorts occasionally, since that
means Hinata’s flexing his thigh a little. “Uncomfortable?”
“Yes—no—don’t sto—,” Hinata admits but his command turns into a startled moan
when Tobio rubs upward, inside him. “Try another finger, maybe, if you do
that.”
“Are you okay?”
“Whatever you did felt like I was about to come like, like lightning. So.”
Hinata moans weakly when Tobio dives back in to suck on his neck, and then
introduces another finger. “Pretty okay. But I’m not sure? ‘N I don’t—wanna
come yet.”
When Tobio bottoms out with his two fingers, he makes sure to rub upwards as he
drags them back out, huffing out a small groan when Hinata’s body bows again.
“Oh gosh,” Hinata says, almost conversationally, which makes Tobio laugh
against him.
“Touch yourself,” he suggests, and it must be the right thing to say because
Hinata moans loudly.
“Mister gravelly voice,” Hinata replies, which makes no sense, but then he’s
gasping as he starts jerking himself in earnest.
“Hinata,” Tobio groans quietly, moving away to watch him with wide eyes.
“Yeah, fuck, this is so—?” His voice curves up like a question.
“More?”
“Mm,” Hinata agrees, nodding like a bobble head. “Tobio, your fingers—fuck—”
Tobio kisses over his chest as he works a third finger in, only stopping—very
briefly—to pour way too much lube over his fingers so he can slip in easily.
He’s rubbing up against Hinata’s thigh now—he can’t help it—and Hinata grunts
as he grazes over his prostate, little fingers tightly circled around his dick
and dripping all over himself.
“Tobio,” he whispers, pained, and Tobio looks up at his face to see him
frowning down at him. He looks hurt with his mouth dropped open in a silent
moan. “Kiss me—wanna come.”
Tobio moans as he licks into Hinata’s mouth and feels Hinata’s knuckles knock
against his forearm as he fucks his hand quickly, and then his body seizes as
Tobio presses up into him on a down stroke.
“Shouyou, you’re so gorgeous,” he blurts out as Hinata starts shaking, like he
usually does but more and then he’s coming over his clenched abs.
“Fuck,” Hinata whispers weakly when he’s done, and Tobio pulls his fingers out
slowly, resting them against his hole until Hinata’s ready to move.
Tobio kisses where he can reach and only wraps his fingers around his own
erection when Hinata sluggishly moves them away and turns to face him. He comes
while Hinata kisses him, almost more filthily with how lazy he is, and tries to
be quiet.
“Shoulda thought about the sheets,” Hinata mumbles after they’ve lain together
for a while, touching foreheads.
Tobio’s eyes go wide. “Shit,” he says, staring into Hinata resigned eyes in the
low light of his room.
“Maybe a can of Salonpas exploded. In your bag. And it got on the sheets.”
“Does that happen? And why are we blaming me?”
“Maybe—” Hinata cuts off. “Because butt stuff is your fault,” he replies, eyes
closing.
Tobio leans back and directs what he hopes is a very incredulous face in
Hinata’s direction. He isn’t sure what his face can really do when he’s just
come his brains out. “This was all your idea,” he grumbles after a solid
moment. “So, maybe it exploded in your bag.”
Hinata cuddles up to him, unperturbed. “If you did it, then no one gets
punished. You are untouchable in this household. You are an angel according to
my mom.”
Tobio chuckles a little. “Why’s that.”
“Because, you know when to shut up: ‘he’s so quiet and polite!’ I’m physically
unable to be quiet or polite, according to her,” Hinata says with a grin.
“Your mom isn’t wrong,” Tobio replies, smirking.
Hinata grunts and presses his hand into Tobio’s face like a starfish. “Did I
not just say you know when to shut up?”
Tobio wraps his arms around Hinata, pinning his hands to his sides, and nuzzles
in so he can’t slap at his face anymore. “Dumbass,” he says, and bites Hinata’s
neck for good measure.
“M’not a chew toy, you—you dog,” Hinata retorts, if one can call it a retort.
“Got me good,” Tobio replies, and leans back to kiss Hinata again. He’s
certainly too tired for more tonight, but he will never be tired of kissing.
“Hey, thank you,” Hinata adds some time later, when their lips have started
buzzing and their tongues have gone sleep-slow. “By the way.”
Tobio knows what he’s talking about, knows from the thoughtful note in his
voice as Hinata cards fingers through his hair. “Thank you,” Tobio replies
after a while.
“You are not gonna know what hit you, when I do it to you,” Hinata adds with
laughter in his voice.
Tobio presses his face into the bed to hide. “Shut. Up.”
“But I’m physically unable to shut up!”
Tobio hits him with a pillow, and Hinata nearly falls off the bed laughing.
End Notes
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     (Really wanted to just name this installment, "Stuff," but it felt a
     little too cheeky - PUN INTENDED, hurr hurr hurr.)
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