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works/7012039.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kyoutani_Kentarou/Yahaba_Shigeru
  Character:
      Yahaba_Shigeru, Kyoutani_Kentarou
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Vaginal_Fingering, Hand_&_Finger_Kink,
      Established_Relationship, Trans_Male_Character, Challenge:_Sport_Anime
      Shipping_Olympics_|_SASO_2016
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sports_Anime_Shipping_Olympics_(SASO)_2016
  Collections:
      Sports_Anime_Shipping_Olympics_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-29 Words: 1467
****** out of hand ******
by doxian
Summary
     If he was completely honest with himself, Yahaba would have to admit
     that what he really wanted to do was jump Kyoutani as soon as he'd
     made it clear that he liked Yahaba back, if not before, but no -
     Yahaba was going to do this properly. And "properly" meant going on a
     few more dates, first, on top of hanging out at school and at
     practice like they usually did, maybe kissing a few more times. And
     then - then - they would work up to doing more than just kissing.
     Yahaba lasts for about a week before his plan goes entirely out the
     window.
Notes
     written for the following prompt for SASO 2016 bonus round 1:
     remember_when_the_appeal_of_having_thick_fingers_inside_of_him_became
     too_much?
     there's a brief moment of anticipating a transphobic reaction and
     being nervous about it, but there's no actual transphobia in the fic.
Yahaba had a Plan for how his relationship with Kyoutani was going to work.
They were off to a decent start: they had made out once, right after Kyoutani
had confessed - as much as you can call blurting out I like you! in the middle
of an argument a confession - and they had been on one proper date so far,
after which they'd made out a second time. If he was completely honest with
himself, Yahaba would have to admit that what he really wanted to do was jump
Kyoutani as soon as he'd made it clear that he liked Yahaba back, if not
before, but no - Yahaba was going to do this properly. And "properly" meant
going on a few more dates, first, on top of hanging out at school and at
practice like they usually do, maybe kissing a few more times. And then - then
- they would work up to doing more than just kissing.
Yahaba lasts for about a week before his plan goes entirely out the window.
He thought Kyoutani was going to be the one to throw a spanner in the works. He
half expected that the other boy would have pushed him down and had his way
with him by now, but he'd shown a surprising amount of restraint. They still
argue during practice, of course. Kyoutani still goes too hard and acts too
reckless, but off the court he's subdued, conscientious, like he's content to
follow Yahaba's lead in progressing through this new, unexplored thing between
them.
Yahaba almost wishes he wouldn't. He wishes he would push back, throw things
out of sync like he does when he plays. But Kyoutani doesn't and, in the end,
when Yahaba is on his back on his bed with Kyoutani between his legs, he only
really has himself to blame.
They hadn't been on a date beforehand. Kyoutani was over at Yahaba's to do
homework. They'd eaten the leftovers in Yahaba's fridge from dinner the day
before - that's how not-a-date it was.
But Yahaba hadn't been able to stop looking at Kyoutani's hands.
They aren't hands that you would call pretty. Yahaba's are. Yahaba's fingers
are long and graceful. Kyoutani's, in contrast, are thicker, almost stubby.
They aren't pretty hands, but then Yahaba doesn't want pretty.
He's always liked Kyoutani's hands. They're wide, solid and strong, just like
the rest of him. The skin of his palms is rough and dry - they've held hands
enough for Yahaba to know that - and his nails are always neatly cut short.
Yahaba likes the way Kyoutani's hands look when Kyoutani shapes them around
objects; he likes thinking about the force that must go behind them every time
Kyoutani slams down a spike.
He's spent so much time examining Kyoutani's hands from a distance. Knowing
that, now, he could actually follow through on his desires - it's almost
dizzying.
This is why, after they've finished eating and are in the middle of getting out
their homework in Yahaba's room, Yahaba takes Kyoutani's hand, sucks one of his
fingers into his mouth - and that's that.
It's almost worth it just to see Kyoutani's gobsmacked expression - similar to
the one he had on his face when Yahaba had shoved him up against a wall and
yelled at him during their match with Karasuno. It's more than worth it when
they end up on Yahaba's bed, the hard planes of Kyoutani's body pressing Yahaba
down into the mattress as Kyoutani sucks marks into the column of Yahaba's
neck.
He can't find it within himself to curse his libido for screwing things up. He
can be irritated with himself later.
For now, he'll settle with being irritated with Kyoutani. They're both down to
their underwear, but now that they've reached this point Kyoutani seems content
to linger, kissing Yahaba and holding his thighs open and brushing his hand
against the rapidly dampening patch of of fabric at the front of Yahaba's
briefs in frustrating, delicate touches.
"Kyoutani," he urges, barely restraining himself from grinding against his
hand. (He doesn't want to look too desperate.) "You can go further."
Kyoutani draws back, licking their combined spit from his lips.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"
Yahaba helps Kyoutani get his underwear off. All he can think about is how much
he wants to feel Kyoutani's fingers inside him, mostly, but as eager as he is,
being laid bare in front of Kyoutani like this still makes him pause.
Kyoutani knows he's trans. Everyone on his team does. But there's knowing it as
an objective fact and being about to have sex, and Yahaba holds his breath in
one long, nervous moment, waiting to see how Kyoutani will react.
He looks at Yahaba's crotch, turns bright red, and then immediately leans in to
kiss him again. Yahaba lets his breath out in relief.
Kyoutani brings his hand back to where it was earlier. Yahaba is so wet that
Kyoutani's fingers slip over him easily.
Yahaba's hips twitch.
"Please," he says. Does Kyoutani mean to tease him like this? He supposes he
could beg if he had to, but he really hopes it doesn't come down to that--
He bites back a moan when Kyoutani finally slides a finger into him, squeezing
his eyes shut and tossing his head against the pillow. It feels thicker than
one of his own, for sure, and the rough drag of Kyoutani's skin against his
folds sends warmth building in his belly.
Kyoutani pumps his finger in and out of him, slowly, unhurriedly. When Yahaba
opens his eyes again, he sees Kyoutani sitting on his haunches, watching him
intently.
"More," Yahaba says.
He asks for more after Kyoutani slides in a second finger. He asks for more
after Kyoutani adds a third - even though that has Kyoutani stuck in the vice
of Yahaba's grip for a good few moments. He has to ease forward, slowly, until
Yahaba is relaxed enough for him to continue.
"More?" asks Kyoutani in disbelief. "That'll be almost my entire hand. I don't
want to hurt you."
Yahaba writhes impatiently against the sheets, savors the slight burn of
Kyoutani's fingers stretching him open.
"Maybe I want it to hurt," he says, his voice already husky and fucked-out, and
Kyoutani swallows and obeys. Yahaba feels the added stretch of Kyoutani's
pinky; there's a loud sucking noise as Kyoutani's four fingers press inside
him.
Yahaba's only ever taken two of his own.
"Wait, wait," he murmurs, grabbing Kyoutani's wrist. He shifts against the bed,
clenching and convulsing around Kyoutani's hand, adjusting to the feeling of it
inside him. Kyoutani still looks vaguely alarmed, more afraid than Yahaba
probably looks being on the receiving end, and Yahaba smiles weakly and strokes
his arm in an attempt at reassurance.
"I'm fine," he says shakily. "You're fine. You're not hurting me."
Kyoutani nods.
A few more moments of nothing but Yahaba's heavy breathing, and then-- "Okay.
You can move."
Kyoutani moves, in and out, flexing his fingers, occasionally brushing past
that patch of tissue in Yahaba's walls that has Yahaba involuntarily trying to
shut his legs from the intensity of it. The burn fades away into nothing but
pleasure. Yahaba groans, shifting his hips to try and get more leverage, to try
and get Kyoutani to touch that spot again. Kyoutani seems to cotton on to what
he wants, curling his fingers just right.
"Harder," Yahaba says, voice shaky but commanding.
Yahaba urges Kyoutani on until he's being forceful enough that each thrust of
his fingers is a sharp burst. Kyoutani hones in on that cluster of nerves
inside him, rubbing with his fingertips, and Yahaba brings one of his own hands
down to join Kyoutani's, fumbling, stroking his clit in time with Kyoutani's
thrusts until Yahaba comes around Kyoutani's hand, gasping and shuddering, his
legs twitching against Kyoutani's waist.
Kyoutani lets out a long breath as he eases his hand out, leaning down to kiss
Yahaba softly on the lips before getting up.
"Where are you going?" Yahaba protests.
Kyoutani turns back around from where he'd been retrieving his discarded
trousers from the floor.
"Tissues," he grunts. "To clean up. And anything else you need. Water,
probably."
Yahaba clicks his tongue. He gets up, ignoring how his legs are still unsteady
beneath him, and gently takes Kyoutani by the shoulders to steer him back to
bed.
"We aren't done yet," he admonishes. "I'd like to fuck you, next."
The breath Kyoutani lets out is lusty, this time.
"Okay."
Yahaba lets him leave long enough to grab a bottle of water, at least.
Afterwards, when they're both laying boneless under the blankets, Yahaba brings
Kyoutani's hand to his mouth again, kisses the fingertips, and can't bring
himself to regret skipping a few steps in his plan after all.
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