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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Kageyama_Tobio, Hinata_Shouyou, Karasuno_Volleyball_Club, Nishinoya_Yuu,
      Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Yachi_Hitoka
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, High_School, First_Time, Anal_Fingering, Making
      Out, Double_Dating, Fluff, Minor_Tanaka/Yachi
  Series:
      Part 16 of Countdown
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-08 Words: 3898
****** Team ******
by byesweetheart_(ConstantComment)
Summary
     Inter-highs are approaching at an exhausting pace, but the boys still
     have energy for each other.
Notes
     *stares at the Soft Tobio Dial (TM)* *cranks it to eleven*
     1. I DEDICATE ALL SMOOCHES IN THIS INSTALLMENT TO MARGARET
     (peasantaries), WHO DESERVES LOTS OF LOVE ALWAYS BUT ESPECIALLY RIGHT
     NOW. FEEL BETTER SOON MY DEAR WE LOVE YOU!
     2. This is a continuation of my fic, Do_It_Right, but part of a
     larger series that updates every week or so.
     3. The playlist for this series can be found here!
     4. If you're disinclined to read the smut, you can stop reading at
     '“You know I don’t mean it,”' and pick back up on 'There isn’t
     actually any ringing in his ears'
See the end of the work for more notes
Practices the week before the Spring Inter-high are so intense they scream
right past invigorating into the sort of exhaustion that feels like it would
linger for days on end — if Tobio had the time to even think about being
exhausted.
Still, the team is in good shape. Tobio isn’t certain that the team as a whole
is at the level they were by the end of last year, but he’s certain that every
member in the Karasuno Volleyball Club is at their best and getting better
every day. Especially Hinata, who’s incredibly fast and fit compared to last
year, much better at improvising and planning attacks with Tobio as the team’s
decoy, and he’s been improving his serves exponentially since Tsukishima had
the bright idea to taunt him about it. If there’s anything that motivates
Hinata Shouyou to do something, it’s telling him he can’t.
Tobio both anticipates and dreads the Inter-highs. And that’s because
volleyball really is his life. To no one’s surprise. As the first years collect
the balls and clear the nets, mats and cones as Ennoshita goes over tomorrow’s
morning practice, Tobio tries not to think about another season coming to an
end. He wants to win, sure—he wants that most—but he’d really like to keep
winning nonstop. And he’d really like for this team to stay exactly as it is.
He’d like things not to dissolve like they did last year, though he knows he
can’t stop it from happening. Thankfully, when they make it to Nationals,
Tanaka and Noya have already promised they’ll stay on and see them through to
the end.
Tobio showers alongside his teammates, zoning out a little staring at the white
tiles on the wall and scrubbing shampoo through his hair while the other guys
sing and yell and chatter like they do.
Until someone smacks him on the butt.
Tobio jerks and turns around with a glare, zeroing in on Hinata, who has his
hair sculpted into a ridiculous mohawk with his own shampoo, and is singing
into a bar of soap and wiggling all over as the others laugh until their faces
go purple. Hinata makes an innocent ‘wasn’t me’ face, but he winks and his face
crumples into a snorting laugh too soon to convince anyone.
Not that he could ever convince Tobio of his innocence. Not now, anyway. Now
they’ve been dating for nearly the whole term.
“Fuck off,” Tobio says with little force, which is worsened by the smile that
twitches at his lips as he turns back around to rinse his hair.
“Kageyamaaa!” Noya yells. “Was that a smile?” The other guys laugh and crow in
a chorus of Ka-ge-ya-ma! “I will never get over this beautiful, scary guy over
here. Did you see his face?”
When the showers start shutting off and the group crowds to their lockers,
Hinata adds, “He’s getting much better at the smiling thing.”
Tobio looks up from digging through his gym bag and spots Hinata on a bench
he’s sharing with Noya and Narita as they all make their way through various
states of redressing. While everyone else ponders the strategic potential of a
terrifying Kageyama Smile on the court, Hinata catches Tobio’s eye and sends a
quieter, indulgent smile his way. Tobio flushes and shoves his socked feet into
his shoes.
The air is nice and breezy when they leave the locker room, which makes the
idea of lazing about in some grass as the sun sets sound really good right now.
Preferably with a fluffy-haired boyfriend, of course. Or, maybe skipping the
grass and lazing in bed would be better.
Tobio is beat.
He spots Hinata chatting with Yachi under one of the lamp posts along the brick
pathway outside the gym, and watches as Tanaka breaks away from the last group
of guys out of the gym and jog to join them.
“Oh, Kageyama—good!” he hears Yachi say. “Are you free for dinner?”
Kageyama thinks about eating some soup and then crawling into bed, but Hinata
looks at him hopefully, which obviously decides it for him. He’s not sure why
they’d ask.
“We’re trying to plan an end-of-season party this Friday. Ramen is good brain
food, right,” Tanaka adds with a wink.
“So it’s not a double-date?” Tobio asks, a little ironic.
“‘Course it is!” Hinata says, and grins when the other two blush. They’ve been
dating a month and yet they’re still like this. Maybe they’ll always be like
this.
It’s kind of stupid. But, Tobio supposes, it’s kind of nice. Nicer when Tanaka
reaches out and touches Yachi’s arm in a small, comforting gesture.
Before dating Hinata, it would’ve been embarrassing and annoying, if he even
noticed something like that. But, now, he thinks of how Hinata does this to
him. And...
It’s still embarrassing and annoying, but he likes it.
He’s so weird. Everything is so weird.
“Where are we headed?” he asks.
Thankfully, dinner is less embarrassing, mostly because Yachi, Tanaka and
Hinata are all alike in that they like to fill silences with lots of noise. So,
that means Tobio ends up having a pretty quiet meal of ramen anyway, while
Hinata rests a hand on his thigh and gestures with his chopsticks. He doesn’t
have to say a word, which is great because until he gets his dinner he could be
considered nonverbal anyway.
The party-planning really gets going once Yachi gets a text from Adimari, who
confirms his parents will be away over the weekend leaving his house and pool
available for a get-together. Tobio doesn’t know how they’re all going to pull
it off, since he’s running on fumes and it’s only Tuesday, so by Friday he will
probably be 99% volleyball and 1% dead or ready to die in his sleep. And, on
the other hand, it’s already Tuesday. Can anyone plan a party only three days
ahead?
Apparently, these three can.
Once he’s eaten his weight in soupy noodles, Tobio leans back in the booth and
watches his friends chatter, watches Tanaka eventually stretch his arm around
Yachi’s shoulders with one of those fake yawns, watches him peer down at her
with the most bizarre, soft expression ever. Does Tobio look at Hinata like
that? He glances down at Hinata and, sure enough, his boyfriend is smiling at
him softly as he sips his tea.
Tobio flicks him in the forehead and steals his boiled egg from his soup.
That’s when Hinata starts to play dirty.
He does that thing he tends to do absently against the seam of Tobio’s trousers
under the table. Tobio’s sure he’s doing it on purpose this time, since Tobio’s
complained about it making him squirm on other occasions.
Hinata squeezes his thigh, high up near his pocket, after dragging his fingers
up the inside of his quad, which makes Tobio nearly choke on his water, and
Tobio decides then and there that he won’t be making eye contact with his
friends across the table for the foreseeable future.
By the time their main courses are cleared, Tobio has essentially hidden in
Hinata’s hair, heedless of any other restaurant patrons. He’d rather no one saw
his face right now.
“I’m gonna walk Kageyama home, but I’ll check in with Suga and Daichi to see if
they can grab Asahi and come down for the weekend,” Hinata announces once
they’ve split the bill, and Tobio nearly trips out of the restaurant once Yachi
and Tanaka say goodbye, sticking around to share dessert.
At Tobio’s door, Hinata grabs his hand, tugging him down so he can kiss Tobio’s
cheek. Tobio turns just at the right moment to catch his lips, and as Hinata
lowers down to his heels again, Tobio says, shy, “Tonight?”
Hinata’s fingers squeeze his even harder, and he nods eagerly, before looking
behind them at the empty driveway.
Yeah, Tobio’s glad his parents are out on a date, too.
They kiss for ages standing by Tobio’s neatly-made bed, and Tobio realizes they
haven’t even dropped their bags yet—he was really, really eager to lick into
Hinata’s mouth. To be honest. So, all other tasks are pretty low-priority right
now.
That is, until Hinata stretches a hand into his hair and husks against his
mouth, “I really wanna get you off.”
Tobio drops his bag, then.
On the bed, they kiss more and more, slowly stripping out of their clothes and
moving against each other when it seems they can’t help themselves. Tobio
certainly can’t, stroking up and down the soft-warm skin of Hinata’s muscled
back with restless hands as Hinata takes a long moment here and there to
arrange Tobio how he wants, to push his setter soul t-shirt up his stomach just
under his armpits, to drag his boxer-briefs all the way down his straining
legs, to insinuate his hips between Tobio’s thighs, before he’s sitting up
suddenly, lips leaving Tobio’s with a comical ‘mwah!’
“Wha—?” Tobio asks, as Hinata’s head sweeps to the right and left, eyes
scanning the floor. “S’wrong?”
“Lube!” Hinata exclaims, and then whoops when he spots where he dropped his gym
bag, partially covered by the puddled fabric of his uniform trousers.
Tobio slaps his hands to his face as Hinata nearly tumbles to the floor from
his snug spot between Tobio’s legs, and grunts when Hinata leaps back onto his
lap with a victory cry and thwaps him on the head with his bright red lubricant
container.
“You’re stupid,” Tobio says through his fingers.
“I’m about to rock your world,” Hinata corrects him, smacking a kiss to his
nose peeking between his cupped hands, “so be nice.”
“You know I don’t mean it,” Tobio admits once Hinata starts pressing kisses to
his hips and drops the tube out of sight so he can rub warmth into Tobio’s
legs.
“I know you mean the opposite,” Hinata agrees. His voice takes on an indulgent
tone as he sucks a kiss to the tendon in the crease of Tobio’s thigh. Tobio
shivers and takes a shuddering breath as his dick starts to fill in earnest,
and Hinata hums before stroking a finger down the vein on the underside. “I
know,” he repeats, almost to himself before he slowly parts Tobio’s legs and
pushes them back toward his chest.
Tobio takes another breath, palming his erection to fend off the hot simmer
that’s starting in the pit of his stomach. Hinata seems to echo him with a
breath of his own, as he opens the lube and squeezes a line out across two
fingers.
“Ready?” he asks, and his voice is both excited and shaky. Nervous.
Tobio distracts Hinata right in the middle of spreading the lube between his
fingers, just as he’s about to dip between Tobio’s legs, by leaning up to kiss
him. He can’t help it. Hinata, with that wobbly smile on his face, his red
cheeks, needs to be kissed.
“M’gonna get lube on your shirt,” Hinata complains half-heartedly between wet
kisses.
“No, you’re not.”
“I can’t just not when you’re doing that!” Hinata complains, but nips at
Tobio’s lips anyway. “Do you wanna do this?” he asks eventually, scrambling to
right himself in the bed. “We don’t have to, you know. If you’re not ready.”
Tobio shakes his head. And, when that makes Hinata’s eyes go wide, he corrects,
“‘Course I wanna do this. I want you.”
Hinata rolls his eyes but can’t hide the flush that spreads from his cheeks
down his chest, and the throb of his erection. Licking his lips, he makes sure
the lube is still slick and warm on his fingers before slipping them down to
the cleft of Tobio’s ass. Tobio grabs fistfuls of his sheets as he
watches—feels—Hinata circle his hole with a careful finger, press an absent
kiss to Tobio’s twitching thigh when he pushes in to the first knuckle. He
slowly presses in and out, teasing at his hole every now and then, and soon
he’s all the way in. Slowly fucking him with one finger and pressing in deeper
than Tobio had anticipated.
“Tight,” he murmurs.
And Tobio lets out a sound that could be, “muh.”
Hinata replies by adding another finger and Tobio starts to feel that shaky,
full feeling. Tobio is almost too distracted, torn apart, to notice the look of
concentration on Hinata’s face—sharp eyebrows furrowed and eyes intense and
tongue peeking out of the side of his mouth—as he holds Tobio’s hip and
carefully but steadily strokes inside of Tobio with two slippery fingers.
Almost too distracted. He blinks his eyes open and spots Hinata’s parted lips
when Tobio’s legs start to flex.
“Shouyou,” he whines softly, embarrassment blooming at the absolutely mangled
way he says it. The way everything is making him feel. The too-much-ness of it.
He squeezes his eyes shut.
“Yeah? M’here,” Hinata replies immediately, his hand that’s not occupied by
scissoring its slick fingers to stretch and open him up, making him tingle all
over, strokes up his thigh and rests at the back of his knee, squeezes there.
“Do you feel good? It’s kinda weird, right? Full, but goo—”
Tobio cries out, hands scrambling in the sheets to get away and push back on
Hinata’s fingers somehow at the same time.
“Mm, that’s that spot,” Hinata says, voice almost gravelly. He doesn’t jab at
it after, but teases around it, and Tobio’s partially glad because he’d come so
fast if Hinata rubbed over that spot long enough. He hadn’t realized how
different, how startlingly different, someone else’s fingers would feel. He’s
tried it on himself once or twice, and nearly made himself come, but it didn’t
feel anything like this, with Hinata over him, whispering things to him and
holding him open. “You’re amazing, you look amazing!”
Tobio flails an arm out to touch Hinata, any part of him, and catches a tuft of
hair above Hinata’s ear. He opens his eyes to see Hinata looking, not at his
fingers between Tobio’s legs, but at Tobio’s face. His eyes are dark, making
Tobio’s stomach twist, but he smiles a little when Tobio strokes his hand over
his cheek. He leans into Tobio’s palm, and then kisses the heel, and then bites
it playfully.
Tobio grunts.
Hinata laughs, and with the lovely sounds bouncing out of his chest he rubs
against Tobio’s prostate again.
“Ah!” Tobio gasps, and his body arches. His wide eyes get a good picture of his
bedroom ceiling before he’s slamming them shut again, hips rolling onto
Hinata’s fingers.
“Gosh, I wanna—I wanna kiss every part of you,” Hinata babbles, letting the
pressure off but still stroking slowly over the spot that sends sparks flying
behind Tobio’s eyelids. “You’re so hot, Tobio. You’re so good for me,” he adds
and, as if he can’t help himself, leans over Tobio’s splayed legs and presses a
wet kiss to the head of Tobio’s dick.
“Oh, fuck—oh fffff—Shouyou, stop I’ll—”
Hinata’s breath huffs over the wet skin, making Tobio’s whole body twitch and
his dick blurt precome over his trembling stomach. “Alright,” he murmurs, “how
‘bout—can I add another finger? That’ll take the edge off…”
Tobio nods frantically, spreading his legs further, hooking a hand on his own
thigh so Hinata can move where he pleases. He only slips a little, trying to
grip his skin where sweat has gathered behind his knees from the exertion, but
thankfully manages not to kick Hinata in the chest. Hinata pulls his fingers
all the way out and traces soothingly over Tobio’s rim as he adds more lube,
the sensation a startling and confusing cold-hot from the slick liquid and the
rub of Hinata’s fingers. The third finger feels like stretching a sore muscle,
a dull, throbbing burn that fades once Hinata presses quick kisses to his
thighs and shuffles closer. His own thigh rests against Tobio’s ass as he
kneels close.
“Tobio,” he breathes as he leans his forehead against Tobio’s knee and his
fingers finally bottom out. He sounds like he’s watching something
wondrous—like fireworks or a professional volleyball match. He pumps his
fingers a couple times, making Tobio arch again and again. “Ugh, you’re making
me so hard, I—”
Tobio opens his eyes and immediately regrets it. A groan rumbles up from his
chest as he takes in Hinata now hovering over him, kneeling in the sheets as
his arm flexes between Tobio’s legs, other hand occasionally gripping Tobio
here and there where he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, but
unfailingly returning to his own erection, so pink and wet. Hinata squeezes
around the base as he watches his fingers disappear inside Tobio, and then
looks up at him. He looks like he could press inside him right now, the way he
holds himself, the way he moves even closer so his knuckles brush the sensitive
skin at the back of Tobio’s thigh when he remembers to stroke himself. His
precome slips over those knuckles and fizzles down Tobio’s skin where they
touch. He looks like Tobio wants—he looks ready to—
“Shou,” he cries, “please.” Hinata leans forward, surprising Tobio, and kisses
him slowly, stroking his tongue inside his mouth like his fingers stroke inside
Tobio, and then he entwines their free hands. “Please,” Tobio rasps again, and
Hinata nods.
“Anything, anything—” Hinata replies, which shouldn’t make sense, but it does
and then he’s pumping his fingers in earnest. Tobio feels winded, like the
breath is being knocked out of him again and again as Hinata presses
relentlessly inside him, filling him and rubbing his prostate on every other
stroke. “Look at you,” Hinata adds with a particularly hard press, making Tobio
writhe. “You’re so beautiful. Tobio, I love making you feel good. Do you—does
it feel good?”
Tobio just whines and nods, letting go of his leg to grip his headboard.
“Yeah? I can’t wait until—” he cuts himself off, but Tobio nods anyway, rolling
his hips. “You gonna come? You look so hot—you’re taking my fingers so—well—”
Tobio doesn’t have a lot of time to contemplate Hinata’s broken babbles,
because he can feel the heat gathering from the pit of his stomach, deeper than
he’s felt before, and for a split second he thinks about how he’ll feel when
Hinata fucks him for real, how their hips will slot together, how Hinata will
look above him and inside him—everywhere—before his body seizes up.
“Come on, Tobio, yeah,” Hinata croons, and his free hand leaves his own flushed
dick to wrap possessively around Tobio’s. Not stroking, just gripping him, as
he gasps, “Come on my fingers, oh f—”
Writhing, Tobio wails, and his eyes roll back, and he spills over and over up
his chest and onto his clenched stomach, into the sheets.
There isn’t actually any ringing in his ears, but it feels like there should
be—it feels like there should be some monumental aftermath, but the room is
quiet as Hinata presses another kiss to his knee and lets his legs down as he
pulls away from him, leaving him empty.
Tobio shakes for a long time, feeling strung out and everywhere and nowhere all
at once, but Hinata seems to know what to do to ground him to the dim room, the
messy bed. He presses small kisses to the crease of his thigh before crawling
up his body and leaning over him on all fours.
“Tobio… are you crying?”
Tobio jerks a little, hand reaching up to swipe at his cheek. Confused, he rubs
wetness from his eyes with the heels of his palms.
Hinata’s voice is quiet when he continues, “Are you okay?” He sits back on
Tobio’s thighs and brushes his hand over Tobio’s elbow—whatever he can reach—in
a soothing pattern.
“Yeah, I’m—I don’t know why I—” Tobio’s breath hitches.
“C’mere,” Hinata murmurs with a tug to Tobio’s arm, and Tobio dutifully lifts
himself so he sits up in front of Hinata. Hinata then thumbs at Tobio’s wet
cheeks, lifts his arms and wraps them around Tobio’s shoulders.
Tobio can’t stop shaking, eyes squeezing shut in the cradle of Hinata’s arms.
He feels fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, and a soft, broken
noise rises unbidden from the back of his throat.
“Uwaaaaa,” Hinata says eventually, a hint of wonderment in his tone. “I really,
really like you.”
He lets out a small giggle, and Tobio echoes it with a watery laugh. He
encircles Hinata’s waist with unsteady hands and nuzzles into his neck.
He likes Hinata Shouyou so much that he… he thinks ‘like’ might not even be a
big enough word anymore.
Tobio doesn’t wanna think too hard right now, though. Probably can’t anyway, so
he takes a big breath and presses a lingering kiss to Hinata’s neck.
“Mm,” Hinata hums. “Feels good.”
“You haven’t come yet.”
Hinata tugs at Tobio’s hair when he starts sucking just under his jaw. “N-no,”
Hinata agrees.
Tobio slowly tilts them until they’re sprawled back into the sheets, mostly so
he doesn’t have to exert much energy but also because Hinata can rut against
his messy stomach as Tobio sucks hickeys into his neck at an easy angle. He
doesn’t even touch himself, and Tobio only clutches at his lower back, but he
comes apart easily, like he had when they hadn’t even been dating for long,
against the gym wall near the vending machines. If Tobio weren’t so worn out
he’d probably get hard again from thinking about it in this new light.
After Hinata goes silent, and his hips judder achingly slow against Tobio, and
he adds to the slipperiness between them, Tobio unsticks himself from his neck
and presses a sleepy kiss to his lips.
“You’re amazing,” he manages, and watches Hinata’s breathless, growing smile.
Hinata lets out a short laugh and passes his hand over Tobio’s hair. “That’s
more like it,” he replies.
Tobio just shrugs.
“That was good,” Hinata adds with the stroke of his finger over one of Tobio’s
eyebrows. “Did you like it?”
“Dumbass,” Tobio mutters, closing his eyes.
“What?!”
“It was beyond good,” he admits after he’s satisfied himself listening to
Hinata’s indignant squawking.
“You were beyond good,” Hinata admits, and then: “We’re a good team.”
Tobio feels that feeling again. The beyond-like thing. It makes him feel like
someone hit him in the sternum with a hot poker. Or something. It’s warm and
clenching and achey and so good and awful all at once. But mostly really,
really good. It makes him want to stop time and suspend them right here
forever, so he doesn’t have to say goodbye tonight, and so he doesn’t have to
wait so long for a hello in the morning.
And also so he doesn’t have to get up and clean himself off to make sure they
don’t fuse together with the amount of come between them.
“You’re smiling again,” Hinata says, and his tone is suspicious but this close
to laughter. “It’s freaky. You don’t think we make a good team?”
“I think we’re the best team ever,” Tobio says, and opens his eyes again.
Hinata’s face is flushed, and his teeth peek out between his soft lips when he
grins, too.
Tobio leans in for another kiss.
End Notes
     My dears, I have some news which may make you a little sad - this
     series is drawing closer to its conclusion!!! I think we have 2-
     3 installments left of the main arc in this AU, which is both
     exciting and, as mentioned, kinda :(((((. This has been all about
     Tobio's journey with Hinata, and they've really made strides and are
     coming really close to the second reason I named the series,
     "Countdown," other than the fact that it starts off around New Years.
     ;P #nospoilers
     I really adore you all and appreciate all the love you've given this
     story, and promise you this isn't the end of my Kagehina stuff, OR my
     Soft Tobio Agenda, OR even fic from this AU! I have some other stuff
     knocking around my brain that I hope you'll like, alongside Keep Your
     Eyes On Me, to keep you happy! <3
     In the meantime, next up KageHina attend a well-deserved party!
     -
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