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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_Tobio/Oikawa_Tooru
  Character:
      Kageyama_Tobio, Oikawa_Tooru
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      Smut, Shameless_Smut, Past_Underage, Past_Underage_Sex, Birthday,
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      Content, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Suits, Implied_Relationships, No_Plot/
      Plotless, Underage_Sex, Rimming, Blow_Jobs, Implied_Sugawara_Koushi/
      Shimizu_Kiyoko, Implied_Oikawa_Tooru/Ushijima_Wakatoshi, Anal, Anal_Sex
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      Published: 2016-03-26 Chapters: 4/5 Words: 6307
****** Long Live the Kings ******
by basedHermes
Summary
     Basically, the young baby bird Tobio, turns sixteen.
     Inspired by this.
Notes
     This work takes place after Karasuno lost to Aoba Jousai in the
     Inter-High preliminaries.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** A Birthday *****
Kageyama was doing some homework until his phone started buzzing in his pocket.
He fishes the mobile out of his shorts, glancing at the caller ID.
Oikawa, Tooru -  it says. This cannot be good.
He taps the green “Accept Call”  button anyway. “What do you want?”he snaps.
“Tobio-chan! It’s almost your birthday!”
Kageyama sighs in relief, but indistinctly.
“Let’s spend the time together!”
“I can't. I'll be busy for these few weeks.”
A knowing scoff is made from the other end of the line.“No you won’t.”  - and
to this, Kageyama could only grunt.
“So, Tobio-chan. Let's hang."
The word ‘hang’ was given a little more emphasis. Kageyama’s hold on his mobile
falters just a little as a blush makes its way to his cheeks, quickly heating
his skin.
===============================================================================
Kageyama had stopped sleeping with Oikawa even before the older setter moved to
Aoba Jousai with Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi-san uncovered their inappropriate relationship and asked Oikawa to
cease it - since such acts were unhealthy for a mere kid. He remembers hearing
the confrontation from inside the Kitagawa-Daiichi storage room, where a
soundly heated dispute occurred, only having space for one, angry ace and a
cold setter. Kageyama waited outside with fidgeting fingers and his head down
in shame. 
Though, Kageyama knew Iwaizumi-san meant well. But honestly, only the two, now-
former partners know their limits.
In the end, Oikawa quietly complied, having difficulty disagreeing with his
first, and best of friends. He ignored the team's other capable setter with
ease. Kageyama wanted to complain, but he knew better and didn't - knowing
Iwaizumi, and how he could have a more forceful argument with Oikawa, and maybe
including Kageyama himself this time. He eventually moved on and the two grew
distant.
Through then, Oikawa started to act strange, noting how powerful his
underclassman’s natural abilities are – reflecting on it more deeply than
before. Sure, he always knew he had the special first year on his team, and
even under his wing, but, being envious about it? - absolutely shameful.  But
to be honest, who wouldn’t be jealous of a player who owns supersonic tosses
along with pinpoint accuracy? Oikawa stared hard down at the gym floor after he
was called out to be benched in one of their practice games as he was replaced
with the very sin, Kageyama Tobio. 
Although Kageyama may be a natural setter, but he isn’t as versatile in every
category as Oikawa, who does his training and practice rigorously unlike others
- which resulted to a long-term knee injury. So, there's two of them now, two
red-eyed monsters he has to defeat - an Eagle and a Crow.
Oikawa became unpleasant, creating such a negative aura that it became evident
to others because of the way he harshly avoided and insulted a persistent
Kageyama who frequently tried to inquire about proper serving with control and
power. It came to the point where Iwaizumi caught his the brunette's wrist,
stopping a hard blow to the kid's face. The young setter stood confused, but
otherwise, not very affected. Kageyama thinks about it though. A lot. The
flashback became more constant over time - thinking and thinking of his
frustrated upperclassman. - This help made Kageyama the oppressive, egocentric
King of the Court. He wanted to move on, to be better than the older setter,
but others only saw it as his new, arrogant, perfectionist nature.
Kageyama was in Karasuno now, and Oikawa eventually apologized, but Kageyama
remembered hesitating, although glad to finally understand and forgive the
other setter.
Kageyama was still his 'King' self at that time, but now, it only fluctuates at
times when he would remember how Oikawa smiled his thanks or when his new team
regarded and treated him well, as they would need unity and coordination to
defeat whoever they would want to. It quite evenly matches with the now-Aoba
Jousai captain's condescending attitude, but in other respects, it was all
fine.
After encountering Oikawa that day, Kageyama distinctly remembered the
passionate kisses they shared after. They still do, but warily so and only when
Oikawa decides to pop up at Karasuno - rarely nowadays (twice a month?) -
discretely, picking up Kageyama from school, and being disguised as what the
Karasuno team knows as Cousin Tookawa. Cousin Tookawa always wore a face mask,
sunglasses and had slicked back hair under a Yankees cap. The two teenagers
laugh about it all the time.
===============================================================================
Kageyama is still blushing, but was successfully called back to earth when
Oikawa’s voice dipped a few octaves lower, rolling the younger setter’s given
name in his mouth.
“What do you say, Tobio-chan?”  he practically purred.
Oikawa-san’s voice always sent cold shivers down his spine. He gulps audibly,
(to which Oikawa chuckles,) re-adjusting his grip on both his phone and
mechanical pencil.“Yes. Fine,” Kageyama tries. It thankfully came out smoothly.
Oikawa sensed Kageyama’s suppressed tone. "Since it will be your birthday, I’ll
give you extra incentive,”
Perceptive asshole.“What?”
“My King,”Oikawa hinted.
Kageyama froze. There it is. The epithet game. The two always made fun of each
other's nicknames of the King and the Greater King. And oh, what fun -with
double meanings.
“A special surprise I’ve been preparing for, Tobio-chan. I can’t wait.”
Kageyama narrows his eyes, but Oikawa couldn’t see it.
Click.
Kageyama finishes up, packing his bag for tomorrow before falling into a deep
sleep with a wanton dream: a hazy image of a tall, lean, and incredibly
attractive former upperclassman with his smug, superior smirk, and wavy, mink
brown hair that complemented his milk-chocolate eyes.
===============================================================================
A_week_later:
When Kageyama entered the gym, the lights were off. The sun poured through in
between the gym's steel doors, allowing him to glance at his watch.
It was just minutes after classes ended, some of his teammates should already
be here for daily practice. How odd of him to be the first one here. Kagayema
isn't exactly the most punctual. The Spring High Tournaments are coming up and
everyone planned for strict training.
What the--
Seconds after he fully enters, the lights flicker on and he is greeted by a
blinding white flash and the same statement shouted simultaneously from the
different, familiar voices of his teammates. It was a specific statement he
heard countless times today that were accompanied with letters, sweets or
purses from whoever was infatuated by him. 
                               “Happy Birthday!”
Kageyama blinks, clearing his field of vision. First, he sees both Shimizu-san
and Yachi-san, together holding a cake with a burning candle, shaped as number
‘16’ that was pierced right into the middle. Next to them was Sugawara-san who
was adjusting the recently activated camera with captain Sawamura-san. To their
left was a bouncing Hinata, who repeatedly blew into the red party blower that
was merged between his small lips. Ennoshita-san was there too, hands in
pockets and wearing a party hat. He also finds Tsukishima and Yamaguchi
snickering as they fired their streamer guns, releasing colourful strings,
confetti, and glitter onto Kageyama’s face that also ended up around his neck
and torso. Kageyama sends them both hard glares before flinching at the three
hands that concurrently met his shoulders. He looked to both of his shoulders
before looking to the ones responsible. Two different hands of a grinning
Tanaka-san and Nishinoya-san gave his right shoulder glad slaps. Then, he found
one, large hand, belonging to Azumane-san - who gave his left shoulder a
singular, gentle pat. Kageyama smiled around his three upperclassman, but his
mouth came down to his usual frown in less than a second. When he was sure that
they didn’t notice, he brought his eyes forward once more, eyes on Ukai-
kantoku, Takeda-sensei, Narita-san, Kinoshita-san, and, to his surprise – the
Neighbourhood Association Team. They were all clapping rather loudly.
“T-Thank you, everyone,” he stutters out too softly. Suddenly, his cheeks feel
hot. He brings a palm to his face. Is he blushing?
Everyone was snickering now, with Kageyama finally noticing. As a response to
this, he only blushed harder. 
Sugawara is giggling, hanging his camera around his neck before taking the cake
from the girls. “Alright, we’re going to cut this up,” said Suga, fingers
lightly lingering on Shimizu’s. Kageyama observed his upperclassman’s
coquettish expression - half-lidded eyes and parted lips towards the third-year
manager. He smirked deviously before turning away with the others. It was
Shimizu’s turn to blush as she followed behind, and well, just how much could
Kageyama blush today. He felt like he was going to pop a fuse.
Sawamura looks at him fondly. Kageyama notices. “Are they--?” he tries.
The captain laughs, but nods after. “How did you get that assumption?” Sawamura
breathes, still giggling halfheartedly.
The court lights reflect on the Kageyama's eyes. His dark, ocean navy irises
are visible now. The young setter ignores the question. 
"Well, yes,” Sawamura clears his throat before continuing. He places his hands
on his hips. “Although, it’s not that serious.”
Kageyama tilts his head slightly in feigned curiosity. He supposes "it's not
that serious" is a more subtle statement than "They're only fucking." 
Kageyama doesn't think that Hinata would ever be as loyal as Sawamura is to
Sugawara.
===============================================================================
“And that’s how you tell the difference, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa’s voice tells him,
lingering in his head.
===============================================================================
Kageyama nods lowly to hide his knowing grin. Interesting.
“Anyway, happy birthday, Kageyama-kun,” Sawamura dismisses kindly. Kageyama
lifts his head up.
Tanaka comes up from behind a less-flustered Kageyama, arm slung over the
setter’s shoulders. Kageyama looks at the second year with an inquiring manner.
Tanaka only gave a curt nod.
***** A "Date" *****
Everyone had a piece of the cake before a fruitful practice match between the
Karasuno Volleyball Club and the Neighbourhood Association. Night soon fell and
everyone departed from the gym, saying their goodbyes and final greetings to
the setter once more.
Kageyama and Tanaka were the last ones in the court.
Keys were retrieved from Tanaka’s pocket. His senpai carefully puts the keys in
his hands. "Don’t work yourself out too much, alright, Kageyama-kun?"
Kageyama nods. "Thank you very much, Tanaka-senpai." Tanaka grins widely at the
honorific. "The least I can do," the bald man chuckles heartily.
===============================================================================
As soon as Tanaka shuts the doors and pads off whistling, Kageyama approaches
the storage room, pushing out a cart of volleyballs out to the a side of the
court. With a cart beside him, he dips a hand to acquire a ball before moving
to the empty side of the net. Kageyama spins the ball in his hands before
letting it bounce. Up and down, up and down.
Kageyama hears the steel doors open as the clock hits 8:10pm. As expected, of
course. He grips the ball firmly, letting it go to bounce on the ground,
catching it again, slamming his palm down at it, – doing this repeatedly as he
watched the boy who walked in through peripheral vision.
He had tall, lean frame, perfectly-styled and wavy mink brown locks, half-
lidded, milk-chocolate eyes, pure alabaster skin, and a dubious smirk that was
plastered onto the boy’s angular face. Kageyama gulps before turning to face
him. The boy made a move to swipe up his hair and comb it back with his long
and thin fingers, tufts falling softly into place before it is pocketed back
into the Aoba Jousai tracksuit pants.
"Oikawa-san,"
He catches the ball as it bounces up for the umpteenth time in his hands. As he
neared, Kageyama finally stopped the ball in his hands.
"Happy birthday, Tobio-chan," says Oikawa cheerfully, approaching the younger
setter. He lifts Kageyama’s chin upwards, thumb caressing past Kageyama’s
smooth, plump bottom lip. He kisses his jaw and finally, his lips. The younger
setter’s steely eyes shut immediately as he softly whined into the kiss,
grabbing fistfuls of Oikawa’s teal Aoba Jousai VBC shirt. Kageyama is blushing
once more. Oikawa only hums. Their tongues spilled hot onto each other’s,
coating every crevice with warmth. The kiss lasted long.
"H-Honestly," Kageyama stammers as they part. Was he about to complain?
Already?
Oikawa reached the empty side of the net, excluding the cart of volleyballs.
The older setter flinches slightly. His Tobio is not one to start a
conversation, even with him. "Y-You shouldn't tease me like that," whined
Kageyama. "Such a r-romantic.." Kageyama continues, acting as if he was never
kissed by Oikawa before. The mink-haired boy furrowed his brows - What?  "You
a-also probably leave all your girls in such a m-manner," Kageyama continued.
Assumptions tumbled out of the young, kiss-drunk setter’s mouth. "That was only
a kiss though, Tobio-chan?" Oikawa asked. Kageyama flinched. He’s right. This
is the usual effect of his kisses, anyway.
"Aren't you aromantic?"
Kageyama opened his mouth to say something.
"Why? Have you changed? Wouldn’t you have liked something romantic? Like
dinner?" Oikawa retorts, smirking, his school volleyball jacket creasing nicely
as he stretched his arms backward, shifting to remove it and placing it on top
of the benches along with his bag.
Kageyama blinked repeatedly before shrugging. This is nothing. Oikawa chuckled.
The raven-haired boy backed himself behind the end line of his side, stretching
his left arm and hand that held a ball while he bows his right arm behind his
ear.
Kagayema is honest when he asks himself where this was going, - because they
didn't plan this out properly. Somehow, he automatically thought that it would
convenient for them to have a short serving session before anything else
happens. The two loved volleyball more than anything, after all.
Next, Oikawa removed his jogging pants, discarding it off to the side,
revealing black sports shorts that weren't part of the Aoba Jousai training
uniform. Oikawa bent his knees, his right leg that wore a knee brace stretched
out further than the other that wore a regular black knee pad. Those pretty
eyes underneath those distracting, heavy lids gave a glint of usual disdain as
he clapped his hands together before drawing it back again with open palms.
"Nice serve, Tobio."
===============================================================================
Oikawa tsks audibly in the millisecond Kageyama threw the ball up, already
knowing his mistake. "Out,"  he whispered to himself. He leered and stayed
still.
Kageyama’s eyes grew. The ball is quite far away. He definitely won't hit this
properly.
He panics before recalling Oikawa’s serving pattern that he observed through
the past years: Step. Stride. Step. Draw arms back. Jump.
His legs curled along with his right arm as he stretched out his other free
arm, pointing to the ball with all fingers.
He waits for the ball to fall 5 inches above and in front of the outstretched
hand before uncurling his other arm. Contact; hit. 
The ball bounced behind the end line of Oikawa’s side.
"Shit," Kageyama cursed under his breath. He looked at his hand - clearly,
didn't hit the ball with his palm, but with his fingers instead - which are now
slightly pink. Oikawa sniggered, picking up the ball. Kageyama glared at him.
“Its fine,” he reassured. “Probably from all that practice earlier, it is
likely that you will be tired." Oikawa commented, standing still and facing
away from Kageyama. "That is, until later," he turned slowly. 
Kageyama makes a disgruntled noise at the sympathy, then, a hard blush. "Will
you ever teach me how to serve?"
Oikawa tilts his head to the side. "Actually, I think now I can."
Oikawa pointed an index finger to the ball Kagayema served that rested in his
other palm. “Though, a volleyball player must discover their own, signature
serve by themselves.” Kageyama’s eyes widened. "Every serve is unique," Oikawa
says, rolling the cart to Kageyama's side. Oikawa smiles for a second - “and
well, because,”
Kageyama raises a brow. “You’re going to need all your luck against us in
Spring High preliminaries,” he scoffs, throwing the ball to Kageyama. The
raven-haired boy rolls his eyes. “And, if you do beat us, you'll be going
against him in-” he picks at another ball, bouncing it once. “Shiratorizawa,”
the upperclassman breathes, catching the ball and shuddering as he drawled out
the champion powerhouse school of the entire prefecture.
Him. His name wasn't spoken but Kageyama knew who Oikawa was talking about. 
And boy, did Oikawa grew to love Ushijima. Kageyama supposed he returned the
feelings as well. "It's a good thing that Ushiwaka-chan doesn't mind us doing..
ah,-" he thinks. "This," the brunette gestures vaguely.
===============================================================================
"Let go of me, Ushiwaka-chan,"
"You don't understand," tried Ushijima. He was gripping on the cuffs of
Oikawa's school blazer. "I cannot lose, Oikawa." Oikawa stared holes at
Ushijima's chest. Shiratorizawa Academy is known for excelling in every course
- losing at anything would put the school down. "Fine," huffed Oikawa. "I
cannot be the victor against you, so, bring it to me," asked Oikawa. "I want to
feel it, I want to taste it, for once."
Ushijima gazed at him. "But, that doesn't mean I'm giving up, ever." Ushijima's
eyes slid down to Oikawa's lips. "It is fine that you win. It is not when I let
my team down," Oikawa spoke softly, taking Ushijima's hands in his. "I already
win everyday, when I'm happy," he smiled. "You know, I've always admired you,"
mumbled the brunette with closed eyes. The olive-haired boy flinches. Oikawa
takes Ushijima's face in his soft hands, caressing his cheeks with both thumbs
as he brings him closer until their foreheads touch. " Surely you'd get annoyed
with a stupid little crush winning against you all the time, - not that you
have ever experienced that."
"I have, because, at least you have happiness."
Oikawa finally looks up to Ushijima's eyes, now bright but still with small
traces of melancholy. "Ushijima Wakatoshi, take me to victory again and again -
if you will," the setter laughed.
"Oikawa Tooru, come with me to Tokyo,"
Oikawa couldn't understand, drunk in proximity with the Shiratorizawa captain.
"What?"
"For college. Come with me," 
"But Iwa-cha,--" Oikawa is suddenly cut off with a rather deep kiss. 
He supposed this is fine. It didn't matter since Iwaizumi would likely want to
stay in Miyagi, close to his mother. The two would still be inseparable,
anyway.
 
***A/N: (Make sure to check this out: A_highly-reccomendable_UshiOi_work_that
is_somewhat_related_to_this_portion.)
===============================================================================
 The obedient first year only excitedly padded closer beside Oikawa. "Watch.
I’ll guide you after," Oikawa smiled kindly. Kageyama could tell it’s genuine.
===============================================================================
Both boys were panting and bathing in sweat after rounds of practice serving,
and constant back-and-forth passing over the net. Though they were capable to
clean the gym afterwards.
Before they left for the lockers, Oikawa procured something from his bag. He
unfolded it and showed the apparel to Kageyama. It was an obsidian suit,
double-breasted, lapels peaked, with a white inner shirt that had shiny, pin-
small black buttons. The plastic cover made the attire gleam. Oikawa bent down
again, reaching inside his bag. Smooth, black, ankle-boots.
"What the hell?" The younger boy whisper-shouted.
"One, it’s your birthday. Two, you don’t have any suits. Three, you’ll be at
least needing these for prom," Oikawa spoke as he handed Kageyama the suit and
shoes before walking away and shouldering his bag. "Wait," Kageyama panted,
trailing behind the taller boy. He caught up, but Oikawa already got into a
showering stall. He hung his own suit - spider black, single-breasted with
peaked lapels too, except, with a black inner shirt. His shoes sat on the
ground – polished black oxfords.
Oikawa could practically hear the thrumming of Kageyama’s confusion, a laugh
bubbling up his throat as he started the water.
Kageyama groaned and hung his suit and set the shoes outside a vacant stall,
getting in and beginning to shower. 
Oikawa started humming and Kageyama just sighed in relief. "I can’t believe you
got me a suit for my birthday," whispered Kageyama. Oikawa giggled.
===============================================================================
Kageyama planned to stay with Oikawa for the night since it was, after all,
Christmas break until January 10th - with the exception of varsity sports clubs
who have training in the mornings or the afternoons. Their parents weren’t home
either.
Kageyama cringed visibly when he saw the brands of his ensemble. He dried
himself properly and slipped his outfit on, finding black socks inside his
boots. He folded then stuffed his training clothes into his bag. "Thanks,"
Kageyama muttered silently. Oikawa grinned as he patted down his own jacket.
 
A few lampposts lit the streets, but there were no words shared.
It was hard to catch a glance at the older setter. Oikawa’s eyes were hidden,
shielded, by the dark shadows made by his fringe.
To Kageyama’s surprise, they were, apparently going to stay at a hotel. And, a
particularly illustrious one, Kageyama noted. He finally gained some confidence
to look at his elder setter properly, who was watching him. Oikawa smiled and
took Kageyama's wrist into his hand. "Come on, I’ve made a reservation."
They entered the lobby. Kageyama looked around the place, eyes sparkling and
lips parted in awe. "What the hell!" Kageyama whisper-shouted again. 
"Shhh," hissed Oikawa. Together, they walk to the elevator and there were,
sadly, a few people, both boys unable to act on each other. Oikawa pressed the
button for the 18th floor, yellow light glowing from underneath his finger that
he now just withdrew. The people watched the both of them for a little while,
eyeing their heights specifically, since they were the tallest. Kageyama looked
to his partner with bored eyes and a frown. To this, Oikawa lifted his brows,
closed his eyes, and pulled his lips to the side as he shrugged. They both
giggled and the people finally looked away to mind their own business.
As people exited the elevator and stepped onto their designated floors,
Kageyama impatiently tapped his fingers on the gold-plated railings. Such
impatience, Oikawa thought.
18 ^
Ding.
Finally. Kageyama tugged a cuff of Oikawa’s jacket and out they went. Oikawa
led their way until they reached one of the many mahogany doors of the hotel.
The captain withdrew a flat, round keycard. He inserted it into the knob which
glowed green before extracting it back into his wallet. He looked to Kageyama.
"Ready?"
Kageyama adjusts the strap of his bag. He nods.
Oikawa turned the knob and pushed it forward.
 
He's going to have to ask how Oikawa gets into his father's paycheck for times
like these, - when he isn't being an extravagant asshole. Because - Holy
shit.Holy shit - this must be an actual suite for aristocrats.
***** A Room *****
Chapter Notes
     This next chapter will test your imagination of a detailed room.
They are greeted by a short entryway. There were many, many wood panels, with
fancy oil lamps mounting the centre of each. Kageyama squinted, peering into
the main room located a few feet further. They walked closer, now a centimetre
from leaving the entryway. Kageyama looks down at the floor. Fine, black
carpeting.
With a better view of the room now, Kageyama could see that the walls are of
black marble, peeking out from behind more of the wall's wooden
panelings. There were also two, sky-scraping windows – wider and taller than
him and Oikawa combined. They were half-covered by lusty, currant red curtains
that were held aside by gold rope, revealing the sparking night of the Miyagi
prefecture. Nice and flattering palm plants sat beside each of the two,
towering windows. Kageyama could also see two doors (bathroom and kitchen,
probably,) on the ends of the room. The room is dimly lit with many, small
candles placed on top of convenient side dividers at least 5-10 centimetres
away from both of the bed's sides. Kageyama took a whiff. The scent is light,
proper, - he recognizes it as sage.
The room is also disturbingly symmetrical with the giant bed of red in the
centre. On the left-hand side of the bed is a fireplace, lined with expensive-
looking porcelain and various statuettes of different metals and clay. In front
of the fireplace is a long, lacquered maroon-blanket kotatsu. On the right-hand
side - a dark wood office desk sits, complete with a leather executive chair.
Behind the desk is a framed, medium-sized painting of a young Queen Elizabeth
II. There is also a bar with strong-looking drinks backed onto the wall beside
the desk. 
The boys walked closer into the room as Kageyama turned around first for
another frame of reference of the large suite. Two glass wardrobes were beside
the entryway on either side. The right one was filled with books and the left
one held boxed sweets and pastries, canned cakes, pricey teas in tins, even
more boxes, metal ware, and other trinkets. Kageyama turned to the front-face
view of the suite once again and walked forward, gaze on the bed that was
carried on a thick, wooden frame, - four-postered with smaller wood
embellishments that crept up like vines on the posts.
He walks closer with Oikawa behind him, who was peering over as well. Two tall
side tables are placed on each side of the giant red bed – both held stone
busts of what he could identify as the Greek gods Aphrodite and her son,
Eros. Draped over the bed seemed to look like a velvet comforter with rose
petals decorated on top. And.. is that a legitimate crown? It looked as so. The
rosewood-red pillows were undoubtedly Egyptian cotton like in most hotels, -
the covers would probably be of the same material, too. The blanket under the
comforter looked like heavy silk. 
On top of the bed and on the wall were two crossed swords of steel. He hoped it
was only for decor, and well, if it was authentic, - hopefully Oikawa doesn't
turn Macbeth on him after tonight.
 
Whatever - really, Kageyama was too flustered to care. Who could possibly cope
with Oikawa's luxurious tastes? To top it all off, Kageyama looked up and he
was sure that hanging above them was a Swarovski chandelier.
They approached the kotatsu table and set down their bags.
Oikawa turned Kageyama around, eyes locking together, - brown and blue piercing
each other with want. Kageyama’s eyes were already going glassy as his knees
weakened slightly at the way the older setter looked at him. The latter
snickered, walking past Kageyama and obtaining the Royal Crown on top of the
bed. Oikawa turned it around in his steady hands. It had a cross at the very
top, gold base lined with gemstones, golden arches lined with pearls that
shadowed over a plush, wine red velvet cushion. He took a few steps to meet
Kageyama again, carefully placing the crown on his head. Kageyama straightened
up to his full height and raising his chin up slightly in what may be called a
pose. He completed it with his signature sharp stare.
Oikawa was going to completely ravish him tonight.
***** A Ravashing *****
Chapter Notes
     Basically, the explicit part.
He grabbed the King’s wrist and pushed him onto the bed, petals falling around.
A short breath escaped his lips as he fell carelessly. The crown, however, was
still on his head. Oikawa pushed his King further up before hovering over his
face. The King’s lips; already pink, parted and quivering, his eyes; lust-blown
and clouded.
Fuck, did that desperate expression suit the King’s face. 
The King’s head melted onto the soft Egyptian cotton, encircling his arms
around Oikawa’s neck, pulling him closer to his face. "Kiss me," the King
asked.
The taller boy obeys, nipping on the King's bottom lip and softly prying it
open with his teeth. Immediately, he meets the King’s tongue. Both tongues
glide in a heated dance as they both groaned in unison.
The King desperately explored the other’s mouth, tongue rolling against the
roof, past inner cheeks, and those perfect, pearly whites. The King was whining
and moaning into his mouth and Oikawa hasn’t even started yet. The King bucked
his hips up, both groins already hard and straining in their trousers. - So
eager, this one. He has always been. Their soft lips moved and slid against
each other swiftly, massaging and bruising at the same time.
The boys parted, panting and catching breath. Oikawa unbuttoned the King's
jacket before his, before moving on to their shirts, then trousers, then pants,
- discarding them on the floor. Oikawa decides to ignore their shoes, socks,
and sock garters, which were kept on.
Oikawa gave a lazy smile to the King laying below, grinding their hard crotches
together, hot skin on skin, – cocks both leaking with pre-come, sliding
together easier. The King keened beneath him, and it was a wonderful sight.
Suddenly, the King wrapped his legs around Oikawa’s sharp hips, - urging the
tip of Oikawa’s leaking cock to nudge at the King’s puckered entrance with the
heels of his ankle-boots. The older boy gasped and the King simpered.
Oikawa tilted his head to the side, half-lidded eyes peering down with an open
smirk playing on his lips. "Eager, are we?" Oikawa taunted.
“Get down."
Oikawa slid down the King’s lean, lithe body. He licked a stripe up his curved
cock. The King only lifted his brow. Oikawa grabbed a pillow, placing it
underneath the King's lower back before he winks, penetrating his tongue into
the dusk-pink hole of the young King who gasped. Automatically, his hand came
down to entangle his fingers into the smooth, wavy mink hair.
Oikawa pushed his tongue in further, humming and exploring. The King let out a
moan, wriggling, his hard cock slapping heavily onto his lightly-abbed stomach,
pre-come leaking through the slit.
Soon, Oikawa loosened up his hole and was able to easily slip his tongue in and
out. Surely he brushed the King’s prostate a few times due to the whines and
innocent breaths that poured out shamelessly from the King's mouth. 
Oikawa removed his tongue from the hole, replacing it with three fingers
instead. His mouth engulfed the King’s cock next, slurping it into his mouth
and pumping it simultaneously with his free hand. "Fuck!"
Oikawa moaned against his cock, sending vibrations through the already-
throbbing member. More pre-come flows through the slit and Oikawa swallows it
without protest. "S-So good.." the King praised through a moan while wantonly
grinding his ass back and forth on the soft sheets, fucking himself on Oikawa’s
fingers.
"Come for me, Your Majesty," Oikawa teased.
After that, Oikawa felt the King’s cock twitch in his mouth before his head is
being pushed down.
The young King's hips thrust up and down in a hard, steady rhythm as he
stimulates Oikawa's scalp, pulling on his locks. "Mhhhmmh.."Oikawa groans.
King Tobio was fucking Oikawa’s throat but the latter didn’t mind. He only kept
his eyes closed as he hummed around the hot cock. "O-Ohhh.."
Oikawa increases the pace of his fingers, striking the King’s prostate with his
long, delicate digits. He pressed here and there and the King went over the
stars. He thrust up hard once more and came with a loud, screaming groan,
emptying himself in Oikawa’s mouth.
Oikawa let him ride his orgasm out, sucking with full pressure around the cock
to prolong the waves of orgasm. He opened his eyes and looked up to the King.
His head was thrown back and his mouth was slack with drool. The crown stays on
top of his head, though. Oikawa let out a wicked laugh, sliding up the slightly
smaller body, giving the still-hard ock three, long strokes - "Oh, G-G-God,
Oikawa.." 
Their hot tongues melded against each other once again. Oikawa lets his King
taste himself with some of the residue on his tongue, - to which the King
mewled.
Oikawa sucked and bit good hickeys onto the King's neck until he received new
orders. The King continued to breathe heavily from above him, chin resting on
the older boy's head. "Mmm," the King droned appreciatively, thinking.
"Relieve yourself," the King said vaguely. Oikawa only lifted his eyes to face
the King while still sucking on a flowering bruise, smiling around the skin as
he does so.
"Fuck me," he commanded.
Oikawa raised one perfect eyebrow and smirked. He then reached over to grab
some lube from the drawer under the bust of Eros. Oikawa coated his hard cock
with lube and slid right into the King’s cheeks.
"..Oh, fuck,"
Now it’s Oikawa’s turn to moan indecorously, he didn't notice that young King
above was snickering. Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows at this and gave one, hard
pound.
A strangled sound before the King ground his teeth back. "Ggh,"
"Shhh," Oikawa urged. He continued to move.
"T-That's it, please, please Oikawa.."
He continued fucking the wordless King who could not anymore utter anything
proper except sounds of pleasure. King Tobio’s legs shook in the air, head
thrown back into the pillow for the umpteenth time with one eye covered by the
crown's base that is now half on top of his forehead due to Oikawa’s full-
forced thrusts.
Both were grunting and groaning with desire now.
The King's face was red, with his eyes closed and almost covered with his
disheveled hair that bounced under his crown. His eyebrows were drawn down, and
his lips drawn back as his body rocks back and forth beneath Oikawa's
assaulting hips.
God, does he looks so perfect like this.
Oikawa pumped the King’s cock in time with his thrusts, their balls growing
full.
Soon, the King opened his eyes, his steely ocean irises were drowned out by a
hungry, black void of desire.
It made Oikawa’s cock pump and pulse inside the King's tight walls. He pulled
Oikawa down close to his face, kissing him wetly. The King wrapped his legs
around the other setter’s hips, digging the heels of his shoes on his ass so
the older boy could reach the hilt with his long, girthy cock. Oikawa gyrated
his hips hard and rough, whole cock now buried inside the young King's hole,
wanting to mold his King onto the bed. Oikawa's stomach started to feel the
familiar, pleasing sensations of the impending orgasm. The King broke the kiss
with a dragged-out, keening moan, - a beautiful chorus of breathy but
full“ah’s” and “oh’s” of almost-baritone. King Tobio could feel the growing,
intense heat coiling near his groin, too. The crown finally fell, tumbling into
the black carpeted floor. Both of them came hard and long, surging orgasms
sizzling through their veins. 
King Tobio pulled on long and hard on his own cock, more come flowing and
spurting onto his stomach. It seemed endless. "Shit, shit, shit..." Oikawa
continued to thrust hard into the King, legs beginning to shake against the
sheets. Fuck, both loved it when they were simultaneously breaking.
"T-Tooru!"
Oikawa’s hips halted, pulling out his cock from the slick sheath of warmth he’s
been pounding on for what felt like hours. His seed flowed freely from in
between the King's legs, and onto the sheets.
"T-That’s a lot..." breathed the King.
"Y-Yeah, sorry,"
"Fuck," The King breathed. "Hm?"
"I want more," he growled. Oikawa blinked.
Kageyama was still hard.
The raven-haired King's legs wobbled as he rose up. He grabbed the taller boy
by the shoulders and pushed him down on his stomach. Oikawa fisted the sheets,
snickering into the pillow as the King pulled roughly on his thick mink locks.
Oikawa lifted his face, gasping. A spurt of liquid is heard before Oikawa
snapped open his long legs as three fingers slipped inside. The King's fingers
pried his hole open until the older setter was ready for the King's still-
hungry cock.
As King Tobio thrusted in hard and fast, Oikawa's moans dripped heavily,
becoming cracked and strangled. He's grinding his hardening, wet cock onto the
elegant velvet underneath him. Its smooth, soft fur rubbing against his shaft
and veins, - a flood of pre-come spilling easily onto the hotel's duvet. The
King drove and ground down his cock into the paler boy's ass as he kneaded the
older setter's inner thighs. He knows Oikawa absolutely loves itwhen he
does this.Oikawa lifted his brows, eyes rolling backwards in pleasure, followed
by a whorish moan.
"Heh, could your girls do this you, Tooru?" asked the crownless King
seductively with a satisfied huff. King Tobio pounded through the ragged walls
and straight into the older setter's prostate repeatedly, licking stripes up
and biting at Oikawa's nape simultaneously as he fucks him hard into the bed.
"Or rather,"
"CouldUshijimado this to you?" 
Oikawa opened his eyes in shock. He couldn't respond, only biting his bottom
lip, - preventing more moans that might assure the younger boy. When he
couldn't reply, King Tobio gave another forceful buck into the other setter's
prostate. Oikawa's eyes closed shut as his right hand shakily came to fist at
his own hair, while the other was still tightly gripping the already-crinkles
sheets. Oikawa bit down on the soft pillow underneath his chin, moaning softly
against the fabric.
"Come on," urged the King with a dark chuckle. A hard pound.
A cry.
"Speak proper Japanese, Tooru,"
A whimper.
"I command you to tell me if that farmer could match up to what I do to you,"
Oikawa growled and sat up, pushing his King down on his back. He mounted him
and rode on his cock, rolling his hips down to the hilt. The King groaned and
came, spurting into Oikawa's hole. He rode on for a little while longer, his
second orgasm spilling hard and long, dripping down his shaft, his balls, and
the King's stomach.
Oikawa reached for a towel inside the porcelain wash basin next to Aphrodite’s
bust and cleaned up the mess.
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Both Kageyama and Oikawa were fuck-dazed by the time they crawled back into the
bed and under the cleaner sheets after showering for the second time tonight.
Kageyama was falling asleep in the shower. "Tsk, Tobio-chan.."
Oikawa checked the wallclock that graced the top of the suite's entryway – 12:
44am. Well.
He turned to his former underclassman, who was already blinking and drifting
off beside him. Oikawa kisses his forehead and picks up the crown on the floor
before wearing it smugly and crossing his lean-muscled arms behind his head.
End Notes
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