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Dating Kageyama after high school is not as different as Hinata thought it would be. They don’t get to see each other everyday, obviously, between the distance, Hinata’s job, and Kageyama’s training schedule, and Hinata misses that— misses practicing together after school and walking home with their hands brushing, parting ways with a quick kiss. But there are some things that haven’t changed at all. Kageyama is still grumpy, but in kind of a cute way, and they still toss the ball to each other at every opportunity. Hinata still steals his food and Kageyama still complains but always gets enough to split. And most importantly, Hinata still loves him— almost as much as volleyball, maybe even a little more; it’s hard to tell when the two are so intertwined.
Their relatively smooth transition to long distance gives Hinata hope that they’ll be able to manage when there’s thousands of miles between them instead of just a couple hundred. He’s been considering this last year a sort of trial run, trying to work out all the issues that come along with being separated before he leaves for Brazil and they can only see each other through computer screens. The biggest challenge has been getting Kageyama to use his freaking phone, oh my god Bakageyama it’s not rocket science, and it’s been a slow process but has definitely been worth it because now they get to practice phone sex and they are getting very good at it, in Hinata’s humble opinion.
Thankfully not all of the changes have been bad. In fact, some of them have been great, like how Kageyama, now a fancy professional volleyball player in Tokyo, has his own apartment where they can be completely and totally alone.
Tonight, Hinata can only control himself long enough for Kageyama to close the door of said apartment before throwing himself at him.
They had sex this morning but the closer Brazil gets, the more uncontrollable Hinata’s desire for Kageyama feels. He goes back to Miyagi tomorrow and it’ll be another three weeks before their schedules will line up again, and in just a few short months he’ll be taking a plane halfway across the world. He still can’t wrap his head around not being a train ride away from Kageyama so he’s going to be greedy while he can.
“What’s up with you?” Kageyama gets out between messy, frantic kisses.
Hinata moves away from Kageyama’s mouth to his neck and starts sucking on the salty skin. “I just see you and I can’t help myself.”
This is not technically a lie; since Kageyama moved to Tokyo, Hinata’s lost any sense of decorum and has pulled Kageyama away from team dinners so they can go back to his apartment and have sex.
The full truth is that it’s not just mindless lust that has him leaving hickies right below the collar of Kageyama’s shirt.
Since he joined the Adlers, Hinata sometimes tags along with Kageyama and watches their practices from the bleachers. Hoshiumi occasionally asks Hinata to hit a few balls with him but he always refuses; he hasn’t earned his spot on a professional court—yet. So he sits and observes, occasionally heckling Kageyama for a botched serve or a messy receive. Today, however, Kageyama had been on fire. Not a single missed serve, his precision better than ever, and during the practice match, he and Hoshiumi pulled off an insane quick attack that they’ve been working on for a couple months. It wasn’t as fast as Hinata and Kageyama’s, obviously, but still impressive, and they’d both looked overjoyed. Hoshiumi even jumped on Kageyama’s back and ruffled his hair. And Kageyama was so happy, he let him.
Hinata has maybe been thinking about it ever since. And replaying the quick in his head, because he’s almost positive his quick with Kageyama is faster, even if he doesn’t jump quite as high as Hoshiumi. So why the hell was Kageyama so pleased about it?
He channels his irritation into darkening the mark he’s left on Kageyama’s collar bone.
“Oi, enough with the hickeys.”
Hinata huffs and bites him.
“Ow! Seriously, what’s with you today?”
“I’m leaving tomorrow and I’m gonna miss you, stupid. Aren’t you gonna miss me?”
Kageyama looks away. “You already know the answer to that.”
“So hurry up and move this to the bedroom,” Hinata demands with a pout.
Despite his attitude, Kageyama quickly complies, dumping Hinata on the bed and crawling on top of him. He’s not graceful about it, too intent on ridding Hinata of all his clothes, and yet Hinata finds it stupidly sexy. He’s far too gone on this man.
Hinata lets him do all the work of getting them undressed and prepping him. He watches Kageyama’s eyes darken as he presses a third finger inside Hinata, drawing a gasp from him as he curls his fingers just right. Before he loses control completely, Hinata tightens his thighs around Kageyama’s slender waist and flips them. He’s lucky he caught him off guard or he probably wouldn’t have managed it with the way Kageyama has bulked up in the last six months.
He grins down at him triumphantly. “You had a busy day, why don’t you just lie there and let me handle the rest?”
Kageyama glares at him distrustfully but allows Hinata to reach back and hold him still as he slowly sinks down onto his length.
“You always feel so good, Yama,” he sighs, widening his knees and rocking his hips experimentally.
Two large hands slide from his hips to his thighs and he almost laughs at the hungry look in Kageyama’s eyes as he watches Hinata’s thighs flex.
Hinata takes his time—allows himself to be as greedy and indulgent as he wants. He scratches his nails down Kageyama’s chest lightly, the responding shiver running down his spine as if it were his own. He alternates between slow, deep thrusts and quick, shallow bouncing. He revels in the way Kageyama runs his hands along his sweat slick skin as though he’s committing it to memory. The only sound in the room is their bodies coming together and their groans of pleasure, Hinata’s senses so completely overwhelmed by the man under him, and it makes him move his hips faster.
The possessiveness wells up inside him—he helped Kageyama get here, in a fancy apartment in Tokyo, playing volleyball with the best, and Hoshiumi might get to reap the benefits for now, but in three years time, Hinata will be the one standing next to him on the court and celebrating. He slows the pace and stares down at a panting Kageyama, his sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead
“Yama…”
Kageyama murmurs his name back, glassy eyes roving over Hinata’s body as he rolls his hips.
“Hey, Yama?”
“Yeah…” Kageyama jerks his hips up, trying to push Hinata into riding him faster.
“Tobio,” Hinata groans, almost losing himself to the feeling. He slides his hands down Kageyama’s chest and digs his nails into the lean muscles of his abdomen, stilling the movement of hips completely. He wants Kageyama to be paying attention. “You did so good today, Tobio.”
Kageyama looks up at him with wide eyes and keeps his own hips flat on the bed. Good.
“You come alive when you play, you know? It’s hard to look away, especially when you’re setting.”
Kageyama whimpers quietly as Hinata starts circling his hips.
“And now you get to play with so many good players, you must be having so much fun. But, I just wanted to know…”
Kageyama nods up at him wordlessly.
Hinata lifts his hips until Kageyama is just barely inside him. “Who’s the best spiker you’ve played with?”
Kageyama’s face transforms in confusion. “I—what?”
“I said who’s the best spiker you’ve played with, Tobio?”
“I—I don’t—“
Hinata drops his hips back down in one smooth slide and Kageyama throws his head back and gasps, his fingers digging into Hinata’s thighs.
“You really can’t pick?” he asks, slowly raising his hips while he tightens around Kageyama.
Kageyama moans, high and needy, and Hinata knows he only needs to push a little more.
“Come on, Tobio, please.”
Hinata drops back down right as he begs, and Kageyama’s eyes fly open.
“You, it’s you—Shou, it’s—“
“Yeah?” He immediately starts the fast pace from before. “I’m the best?”
“Yes, yes, you—“ he groans when Hinata clenches around him again. “You’re the best—my favorite, my— fuck, Shou, please.”
“I’m your what?” Hinata says breathlessly, the desperate sounds from his boyfriend spurring him on.
“I— I can’t, you feel so—“
“You want me to stop?” Hinata asks, despite the way his hips are moving on their own now as he desperately chases his own pleasure.
“Ahh— no, no, don’t stop, don’t—“
“Then tell me— I’m your what?”
“Everything,” he gasps, eyes wide and filled with desire. “You’re my everything, Shou, and I keep looking for you out of the corner of my eye but you aren’t there so hurry up and meet me here, please, you have to—“
“Tobio,” Hinata cries. His thighs are trembling but he can’t stop. “Wait for me, okay, just a little—a little longer.”
Kageyama wraps his long fingers around Hinata and starts jerking him off, matching the desperate pace of their hips and murmuring “come on,” again and again until Hinata spills all over his hand and chest.
He’s too tired to be upset at how Kageyama turned the table at the end, just sighs contentedly when Kageyama inhales sharply and follows him over the edge.
Hinata slumps against Kageyama, gentle bobbing along with the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “Was that our best yet? I think it was.”
“I hate you so much.”
Hinata laughs until Kageyama rolls them over and nearly crushes him to death with his broad chest.
“Get off of me, I’m gonna suffocate!”
“You deserve it, for making me say all that embarrassing shit!”
Hinata lets out an offended squawk and wiggles until he can pop his head out. “I didn’t make you say anything! I just asked!”
“Oh please, don’t act like that wasn’t your plan from the very beginning! And don’t you dare tell Yachi about any of this!”
“I—I wouldn’t!”
How dare Kageyama assume he would tell Yachi about sex stuff, that’s horrible! He tells Kenma, who scrunches his nose at anything too graphic but still listens intently. Obviously.
“So…I’m the best, huh?” Hinata asks, kissing the side of Kageyama’s face that he can reach.
“Shut the hell up and get better already. Dumbass.”