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"You've got to be kidding me." Kei has to cover his mouth and turn his head to keep from bursting out laughing. He feels a sharp pain in his ribs and can see Yamaguchi with a scolding look.
"Shut up, Stupid Shima!" Tobio crosses his arms and has to look down, letting out a small sound of disgust when he hears the blond laugh out loud while holding his stomach.
Tobio feels a small hand on his shoulder and looks up, seeing Hitoka with a sad smile and comforting eyes.
"What kind of expression is that? I didn't fuck! I'm not dying!" Tobio says aloud, exasperated, listening as the blond girl begins to giggle.
He rolls his eyes, knowing the girl undoubtedly resembles the big guy with glasses.
"At your age, it should be less tragic if you die." Tsukishima continues to mock Tobio, receiving more flippant glances from the Karasuno vice-captain and a few more jabs in the ribs from the captain.
"Don't mind them, Kageyama-kun." Tadashi tries to genuinely comfort the setter, knowing the two blondes wouldn't be much help.
"Are you a virgin too, Yamaguchi?" Tobio asks with genuine hope in his voice. More raucous laughter is heard, and Kageyama's shoulders slump in depression.
Tadashi widens his eyes in surprise and reaches behind his neck, scratching nervously. "N-no, but..."
"So you're no one's comfort, Yamaguchi," Tsukishima continues teasingly, leaning on his friend's shoulder with a wicked grin on his lips, his eyes now scanning the setter in front of him from head to toe.
"And your boyfriend? I mean, Shouyou would definitely help you with that." Kei adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He raises an eyebrow curiously. Tobio's head turns to look toward the court. His boyfriend was practicing spikes with the freshmen. From that distance, the loud laughter of the orange-haired boy could even be heard.
Like instinct, Shouyou turns his head too, and for a moment their gazes meet intensely. Tobio's body feels a shiver at the depth of those honey-colored orbs. It was so fleeting that Shouyou returns to normal, waving his arm in the air with that bright smile so characteristic of him.
Tobio lets out a shaky sigh and waves his hand back, biting his lip to hold back a smile so Tsukishima can continue teasing him. He turns back to himself, his head returning to the front.
"We're not there yet," Tobio says, his gaze fixed on the ball in his hands, turning it over a few times before gripping it tightly. "It's not essential for us; we're fine like this."
"Of course, you live for volleyball." Tsukishima, in a swift motion, steals the ball from Tobio's hands and throws it to Shouyou, who quickly jumps to catch it.
"Idiot," Tobio says loudly as Kei walks away with a mischievous smile. His eyes now shift to the captain, Yamaguchi lets out a sigh of surrender and looks at Tobio as well.
"It's not anyone's death, maybe it's not your time," Tadashi consoles with a smile. Tobio simply presses his lips tightly into a line, bringing one of his hands to his hair to ruffle it.
The captain begins to walk toward the court, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. Tobio stands on the line outside the court. His mind was a mess, and his hands were tightly clenched.
"Tobio!" His boyfriend's voice could be heard over the background noise. All his thoughts fell silent, the gentle way Shouyou said his name, that shiver running through every inch of his skin again. Shouyou was smiling when she looked up.
Tobio doesn't hold back this time, he raises the corners of his lips and enters the court where his team is gathered.
Practice was over before Tobio could even realize it. He was still on the court, surrounded by the freshman, loud and bright-eyed as he explained some techniques.
At Captain Yamaguchi's request, Tobio was there to teach and correct the mistakes.
Further away from the net, Shouyou used the mop to clean the floor around the court, moving quickly from end to end.
Several second-years were helping him while chatting animatedly. Tsukishima was standing next to Yachi, silently sipping water as the blonde girl finished scoring—things Kei honestly had no interest in.
Shouyou was now between them, squinting to see the notes Hitoka was writing. "Wow! The first-years are so cool too! Almost like us!"
"How humble, Hinata. You're hanging around the King too much. You still have time to heal," Kei says, not looking directly at the two shorter boys. Yachi lets out a soft chuckle and nods at the orange-haired boy's words.
"They're progressing very well, thanks to Yamaguchi and you, they're learning fast. That's good." Yachi closes her notebook and turns to her two friends. "The first-years really like you; they learn quickly because they look up to you."
Shouyou smiles proudly at the blonde girl's words. And before he can mock Tsukishima, Hitoka reaches one of her hands up to the orange-haired boy's cheek and squeezes it firmly.
"Though Tsukishima-kun is right, you should be more humble." With an amused smile, Yachi scolds Shouyou. Hearing the middle blocker begin to complain, Yachi begins walking toward the ball basket, giving the order to start tidying everything up. The second-year boys follow her.
Tsukishima and Shouyou are left alone for a moment, in their usual silence, the background noise a bit distant for both of them. The blond boy with glasses begins to speak.
"I think your boyfriend needs your help," Kei says, bringing the water bottle to his lips and not looking directly at the boy next to him.
Shouyou turns his head and raises his gaze so he can look directly at Tsukishima, a confused expression on his face, and a giant question mark sprouting from his head.
"What do you mean? Kageyama didn't tell me anything..." Shouyou replies with slight doubt in his voice, at the same time quite surprised by Kei's sudden and unusual concern regarding her boyfriend.
"Of course he won't tell you, idiot." Kei teases Shouyou and receives a playful pinch from the shorter boy.
"I doubt someone like the King would reduce himself to such carnal and banal acts."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Shouyou asks aloud, watching Kei walk slowly away, heading for the gym exit.
"Figure it out," is all Tsukishima says. And it doesn't help Shouyou's doubts at all.
His eyes now shift to his boyfriend, who's standing near the net, surrounded by the new first-years, staring at him with fascination.
Shouyou knew he was there thanks to Tadashi's request to fulfill his role as vice-captain.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there, his towel dangling from his hand, watching everything around him in slow motion.
Everyone's leaving.
"Hinata!" Tadashi's voice calls out to him. Everyone is already at the gym door, some saying goodbye and others getting ready to leave.
Tobio was ready, his bag slung over one shoulder, silently watching Shouyou. Their eyes connect for an instant so fast that Shouyou shudders as Tobio's dark eyes scan him from head to toe.
"Sorry!" Shouyou jogs briskly to the exit and is ready in a few seconds.
The third years are in charge of closing the gym; only Hitoka was left, who had already started her journey to the train station.
Tobio was considerate and also carries Shouyou's bag. This action surprises the orange-haired boy, but he only smiles wide when he notices his boyfriend's rosy cheeks.
The four third years now walk through the silent, dimly lit streets of Miyagi.
Silent for the most part, until the silence was broken by Shouyou's uproarious laughter and screams, Tobio's even louder screams, and Tadashi's barely concealed laughter, accompanied by silence or the occasional taunt from a certain grumpy blond.
Tobio and Shouyou walk in front, having their usual childish bickering, while a few steps behind, Kei and Tadashi walk, looking after the two childish boys.
"Then it was like, 'Pwah!' And then it was, 'Fum! So cool!'" Shouyou tries to explain what it felt like to have won a set against Tsukishima's practice team.
Tobio, beside him, was nodding so seriously at the chatty mandarin's words that it was funny to watch.
"Can you say something without sounding like a five-year-old?" Kei mockingly teases Shouyou, who makes intimidating expressions—in his own way. “You only won one set; the King wasn’t much help with my brilliant coverage.”
A hint of superiority can be heard in Tsukishima’s voice, and Tadashi’s laughter at his side is accompanied by Shouyou’s grumbling.
“Next time, we’ll win! Right, Kageyama?” Shouyou says, glancing quickly at his boyfriend. Tobio nods with a determined look. Shouyou looks back at Kei and mockingly sticks out his tongue.
“You’ll win!” With a grin, Tadashi pushes Kei toward the usual side alley they take to go home, waving goodbye to the two boys.
Tsukishima smiles maliciously and simply lets the freckled boy guide him. Then both disappear into the darkness.
Shouyou and Tobio continue walking, this time holding hands and in a comfortable silence. Shouyou hums a song softly; the sounds of the countryside are welcoming, insects chirping.
With his free hand, Shouyou holds his bike, the other held tightly by his boyfriend's giant hand. Shouyou takes a couple of seconds to shift his gaze to his boyfriend's face.
He likes Tobio's sharp, masculine profile; his eyes travel to his lips and quickly, shyly, shift his gaze to the ground. He feels a squeeze on his hand; Tobio continues to stare straight ahead.
"What's wrong? You're calm." Even though his face is facing forward, his eyes shift slightly to make sure Shouyou is looking at him again.
"Nothing." Shouyou's voice is slightly hesitant; he purses his lips, thoughtful for a moment. "I still have energy. I don't want to go home yet."
Tobio finally turns his face, his eyes meeting Shouyou's. The syrupy orbs are softly illuminated by the streetlights. His face is painted with doubt, but he chooses not to say anything.
"Okay." Tobio's hand tightens around Shouyou's, fitting his fingers between his boyfriend's small ones. He looks straight ahead again. "Let's go to my home, we can play there."
Shouyou's eyes shine like twinkling stars. And he smiles so dazzling that Tobio thinks if he looks directly at it, he might go blind.
"Oh, Tobio! Really?! Can we? Let's go!" The excitement is palpable in every pore of Shouyou's skin, as he begins to jump around his boyfriend in little childlike motions. He stands on his tiptoes to place a quick kiss on the corner of Tobio's lips.
Suddenly, the jumping stops, and Tobio stops too. Shouyou stands behind him, silent. "What's wrong?"
"What about Miwa-san? I wouldn't want to upset her and..." Before he could finish his sentence, Shouyou felt both of his cheeks being pulled tightly, and he began to groan as he pouted his lips.
"She's not home. She said she was going shopping with her friends or something." After finishing, Tobio let go of Shouyou's cheeks and received a punch on his shoulder from his boyfriend.
"Kageyama, you idiot!" Shouyou whined as he picked up his bike again and with his free hand began gently rubbing his affected cheeks.
Tobio let out a nasal chuckle and walked alongside his angry boyfriend, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to stick to him like a tick again.
That was it; it was only a couple of minutes until Shouyou, still wearing an angry expression, gently rested his head on his boyfriend's arm, walking side by side.
Without realizing it, they had arrived at the Kageyama's residence.
Tobio made Shouyou leave his bike at the entrance of his house, and tightening his grip on his hand, they both sneaked to the backyard.
They giggled softly, like two children playing tricks. The trick of not resting properly after training.
Once they arrived, the yard was cozy and grassy, large enough to practice comfortably.
Tobio momentarily stepped away from his boyfriend to leave his bags to the side, near the back entrance.
Shouyou, for his part, stood still, waiting for him to return, his gaze fixed on his boyfriend's broad back.
"I think your boyfriend needs your help." Tsukishima's question continued to swirl around in his head like a broken record.
And his confusion was evident on his face. When he comes to, Shouyou lets out a terrifying scream, seeing Tobio crouching at his height, his face practically pressed against his, his brow furrowed in fury.
"Hinata, idiot, don't scream," Tobio scolds simply, starting to walk away before the shorter boy starts hitting him. The ball in his hands spins deftly and he gets into position.
Shouyou dramatically places one of his hands on his chest, staying in place with an annoyed expression on his face.
"Kageyama, idiot! Don't scare me like that." Tobio lets out a mocking laugh and dribbles the ball before throwing it to his boyfriend. So beautifully that only he could pull it off. Shouyou receives it, and a round of passes begins between them.
The ball reaches Shouyou's hands, which he flicks with his fingertips and lifts in the air to throw back to his boyfriend.
The passes continue for a few minutes, in silence, only the sound of the ball colliding. As always, everything between them was comfortable, even the silence.
The distant noise of the city and the occasional passing cars, the insects, were also part of that silent symphony that accompanied them.
The silence was comfortable; for Tobio, silence is, in large part, a way of life. Since meeting Shouyou, that silence was no longer absolute and deafening. Shouyou, for him, represents a noisy joy that breaks his silence. And he's fine with it.
"You're quieter than usual," Tobio says, hitting the ball in his boyfriend's direction.
"It's nothing." A low handshake bounces off Shouyou's forearms, and the ball returns to his boyfriend.
"It doesn't seem like it's nothing." The ball reaches Tobio's hands, touching his fingertips.
"Tsukishima said something..." The ball falls into Shouyou's hands and, by inertia, returns to his boyfriend.
"It would be weird if it were silent." Tobio lets out a nasal laugh as the ball lands on him.
"Yeah, he just said something stupid," Shouyou replies and catches the ball in one swift motion.
"You still haven't told me what it is." The ball returns to Tobio.
The game continues in silence, and Tobio could see Shouyou's doubtful face for a moment.
"He said you needed help," Shouyou said, the ball now headed toward Tobio.
"Help? No, I don't need help." Tobio's voice strains, and the ball ends up in his hands.
Tobio's sudden, abrupt action surprises the orange-haired boy. He quickly approaches his boyfriend to try to take the ball away from him.
Tobio has his arms above his head, and so does the ball. He has Shouyou jumping around him while letting out loud grumbles and angry grunts.
With slow, clumsy steps, punctuated by Shouyou's jumps. He surrenders and hands her victory to his boyfriend when he manages to sit on the wooden engawa.
* Engawa: A wooden corridor that connects the interior and exterior of the home, providing a place to relax and drink tea.
Shouyou lets out a squeal of victory when he gets the ball and starts tossing it up the field.
"What's wrong? You're the one who's weird," Shouyou says, not looking directly at his boyfriend, his gaze glued to the ball that kept returning to his hands.
"Nothing, I just remembered that idiot Tsukishima also said something stupid to me." Tobio had his arms crossed, his face set in an annoyed expression, noticeable by his furrowed lips and brow.
Shouyou put the ball aside and slowly approached his boyfriend, standing on tiptoe in front of him.
Using his best puppy doe eyes, he puffed out his lips and placed one of his hands on Tobio's thighs. It was the surefire way to get Tobio to stop having that angry expression, a weapon with a lot of power.
And with 100% success guaranteed.
Tobio relaxed beneath his boyfriend's touch, his body and face relaxing when Shouyou was close. He let out a tired sigh.
Bringing one of his hands to Shouyou's cheek, Tobio bit his lip at the sight before him. Seeing Shouyou standing before him, with those big, bright eyes, his plump, pink lips—to say that doesn't make him weak would be a lie.
"He also told me you could help me," he murmured softly, turning his face away so Shouyou couldn't see his cheeks turn pink.
Despite what he was sure, Shouyou didn't understand when Kei told him to help him. Tobio remembers perfectly what Tsukishima meant.
"Shouyou would definitely help you." That phrase has been floating around in his head since the afternoon, and like an annoying fly, it hasn't stopped tormenting him.
Even thinking of Shouyou as something more... Everything inside him stirs restlessly.
When he said they hadn't gone any further, he wasn't lying at all. Their study sessions usually end in somewhat risqué kisses.
Just enough to have Shouyou grinding his hips against his juicy, thick thighs.
That doesn't bother Tobio! But something inside him always ends up stopping him from going any further.
Shouyou never complained about it, and for the most part, he's grateful for it. He's a loser, a virgin loser.
But up until a couple of months ago, he hadn't had his first kiss! Shouyou was his first experience in most ways.
And that includes his first time masturbating. He remembers it because it was after the first time he and Shouyou had kissed more—seriously.
All his thoughts vanished when Shouyou's hand squeezed his legs tightly. He was still between his thighs, that sweet face looking at him curiously.
"It's the first time I've seen you think. I thought you couldn't do it." Shouyou mocks, a chuckle escaping his lips and is reprimanded with a tug on his cheeks. A loud groan leaves his plump lips, and he rests his battered cheek against Tobio's right thigh.
Now his pink-cheeked, bright-eyed face is gently resting on Tobio's thigh, and he feels his breath escape from his half-open mouth when he sees him smile. Almost as if he doesn't know what he's doing.
Tobio brings one of his hands to the bridge of his nose and squeezes it hard, hoping a trickle of blood runs from his nose.
"I was asking you what Tsukki told you." Shouyou is still there, and has no intention of moving; Tobio can see a flash of amusement in his eyes. He knows Shouyou likes to tease and provoke him.
Shouyou is an expert at provoking him.
"He said you would definitely help me." Tobio whispers again, embarrassment consuming him from the core of his body. He can hear a chuckle coming from Shouyou.
"I don't know what he means, he told us the same thing." Shouyou is playing with his hands, his free hand on Tobio's other thigh, his fingertips drawing invisible scribbles on his exposed skin.
Tobio feels a shiver run through him when his eyes meet his boyfriend's again.
"Shouyou." Tobio calls his boyfriend by name. This makes the orange-haired boy open his eyes in surprise, and he nods obediently. Tobio is sure he could hear a purr coming from him. "Let's go up to my room. Maybe Tsukishima has a point."
Shouyou's eyes darken, and Tobio notices a spark coming from them as Shouyou springs to his feet.
They both climbed the stairs hand in hand, the absolute silence of the Kageyama household making their knowing laughter and the creaking of the stairs resonate.
With quick steps and abrupt movements, they headed to Tobio's room, quickly locking themselves in.
Shouyou was restless and excited; his boyfriend's words had him certainly bewildered, and at the same time, the whole scene before going up to Tobio's room had him bubbling.
As soon as they both set foot inside the room, Shouyou launched himself at his boyfriend. Their lips met in a messy, anxious kiss.
Tobio's body slammed into his bedroom door and was absurdly cornered by his shorter boyfriend. Shouyou's hands travel to his boyfriend's shoulders, up his neck to end at the nape of his neck, and he plays with the hair in the area, tugging at it, knowing that his actions cause Tobio to start letting out low gasps.
He succeeds, of course. Tobio lets out soft gasps, opening his mouth and giving Shouyou absolute permission to do anything with him.
Tobio's hands very slowly get used to the rhythm, slowly and somewhat timidly. He doesn't get used to this! Despite the awkwardness, once his hands take hold of Shouyou's wide hips, a firm and somewhat possessive grip, with excessive force.
Shouyou can enjoy the strength Tobio has against his body; his hands usually end up leaving marks on his skin thanks to the rough grip his boyfriend has on him. The kiss is cut short, their breathing ragged, Tobio's chest heaving, his cheeks pink, and his eyes wide open. The dim moonlight playfully illuminates the saliva moistening his lips, and Shouyou is delighted by it.
He can feel Tobio's saliva running over his lips and steals one last kiss before taking one of Tobio's hands to guide him to his bed.
The walk is really short, but Tobio's eyes are focused on the soft, sensual movement of his boyfriend's hips. Shouyou chuckles when Tobio's brow furrows as he stops moving.
With a gentle tug, he has Tobio sit on his bed in one swift movement, and he can see his body bouncing slightly.
Oh God, Shouyou could never tire of seeing Tobio completely lost in the atmosphere. Seeing himself so lost in the sensations of pleasure Shouyou gives him. His body isn't the same as his mind, his long legs, wide thighs, a toned body beneath his sports uniform. He still has his white T-shirt on, the reflection making the shadow of his figure stand out. Tobio's big, large hands are his favorite part, his arms toned and with enough muscle to be able to lift him like a doll.
"Shou..." Tobio begs, and Shouyou hides a laugh behind the back of his hand as he hears his boyfriend beg for his name. He can feel Tobio pulling him closer, tugging at their joined hands.
Shouyou sits comfortably on his boyfriend's lap, his thighs surrounding Tobio's hips, moving exactly the way he likes it, so gently, he can feel Tobio beneath him.
He has to bite his lip to keep from moaning, closing his eyes momentarily at the sensation.
When he comes to, Tobio is staring at him intently, with that adoration and reverence. It drives Shouyou wild.
Behind Tobio's infinitely dark eyes, he can see a glimmer of excitement shimmering.
Shouyou smiles and can see Tobio returning the gesture, more subtly, his eyes focused on Shouyou's plump, red, and moist lips. Tobio smiled back in imitation.
Shouyou's hands find Tobio's hands and place them on his waist.
"Look at me, Tobio," he commands in a whisper, his lips brushing against his boyfriend's. Shamelessly tempting, he smiles triumphantly when their gazes meet.
Shouyou moves his hands and Tobio's, from his waist down to his buttocks. Shouyou can feel a long swallow of saliva running down Tobio's throat, his Adam's apple quivering nervously. He can see the black pupils expand, and his fingers dig into the soft, still-clothed flesh. The action causes his body to rub against the growing bulge beneath Tobio's clothes.
Their lips meet again, and Shouyou maneuvers the kiss like a damn expert. Tobio can only keep up with the rhythm his boyfriend sets.
The warmth of Shouyou's saliva drips down Tobio's chin, and he can feel the sensation of his tongue rubbing against his own.
A needy, dirty kiss, the smacking sounds grow more intense. Shouyou's hot breath crashes directly into Tobio's face.
The setter's hands move slowly, giving small, timid squeezes, letting his boyfriend know how good he feels.
Though his soft sighs and moans are also a big clue for Shouyou, who can't help but smile between kisses.
He can feel Tobio's labored breathing, and Shouyou decides to detach his lips from his boyfriend's. But without fully separating, their noses brush, almost like an Eskimo kiss.
"Is this what you meant by proving Kei right?" Shouyou asks mockingly; he can see how desperate his boyfriend is to reunite.
He lets out a small chuckle when he hears Tobio grunt and his fingers dig into his hips. Shouyou's hands are on the back of Tobio's neck, playing with his boyfriend's black hair. He waits patiently for an answer.
"I don't want to hear his name right now." Tobio buries his face in his boyfriend's neck. Shouyou can feel the tip of Tobio's nose brush against his skin, his hot breath making his skin tingle.
"You didn't answer." Shouyou remembers and bites his lip to keep from laughing when Tobio bites the skin of his neck, feels his lips suck and kiss everything within reach.
"I need you." Tobio finally confesses, after several minutes of silence, a silence broken by the smacking of wet kisses and Shouyou's gasps.
The confession makes the orange-haired boy's heart race from his throat to his toes. His breath catches in his chest.
Shouyou's hands move to Tobio's face, with an astonished expression, he separates and lifts his boyfriend's face so he can look into his eyes.
Tobio's expression is a poem for Shouyou. His brow furrowed, his eyes half-open, his lips red and wet with saliva, his cheeks flushed, his pale skin shiny with tiny beads of sweat.
"Are you sure? There's no need to do this because that idiot Kei said so," Shouyou says, his voice soft. Still, Tobio can notice the nervousness in his tone, mixed with surprise.
Tobio's face leans against one of his boyfriend's hands, rubbing against it like a small cat. His hands, now holding Shouyou's waist, give small, circular strokes.
"It's not because of Kei." Tobio lets out an annoyed snort and opens his eyes to reassure his boyfriend. "I need you, Shou."
It's almost like a plea, a whisper penetrating every nerve in Shouyou's brain. The image before him is so precious that he has to close his eyes for a moment, to store it forever in his memory.
"I need you too, Tobi." Shouyou whispers back, his hands pulling Tobio's face to join their lips in a slow kiss, enjoying each other's lips.
A soft kiss, savoring each other's taste. Although their need for each other doesn't allow for more romance than a couple of minutes.
This time, and surprisingly, Tobio tries to imitate his boyfriend's actions. Tobio's tongue gently licks Shouyou's lips, asking for permission to enter, a permission that is quickly granted. Now it's Tobio who's in control and setting the pace. Shouyou is beyond excited by it, letting himself melt from Tobio's softness on him.
Shouyou's hips begin to rub, soft and slow, pressing himself ever closer against his boyfriend. Tobio's hands respond, also controlling the rhythm Shouyou has on him.
The gasps, sighs, and grunts are immediate. The heat rises immeasurably.
Shouyou detaches his lips from Tobio's and quickly begins a wet trail of kisses toward his boyfriend's neck.
Returning the favor, Shouyou begins to suck and lick Tobio's white skin. The red marks appear immediately, surrounded by the wetness of Shouyou's saliva.
Shouyou can hear the gasps and grunts Tobio lets out, his neck craning to the side to allow him to make more marks. The action surprises the middle blocker, and he mentally notes this for future occasions.
Shouyou's hands quickly travel to the hem of his boyfriend's shirt, glancing up to make sure Tobio gives a signal to do so. To his surprise, Tobio takes Shouyou's small hands in his own, and they both lift his shirt.
A moan dies in Shouyou's throat when he sees, for the first time, Tobio's abdomen. He has to take a long gulp because his mouth feels dry. The milky skin looks softer, the abs defined; he can even notice moles.
Shouyou's mouth returns to the smooth skin, and his hips slide down Tobio's lap until his knees hit the floor with an almost thud. Once again, Shouyou is between Tobio's legs, but this time his lips are pressed against his chest.
The kisses descend slowly and gently, a trail of licks and noisy kisses. His eyes are connected to Tobio's; he can see how the orbs are darkened by pleasure, notice how his boyfriend's lips tremble with every lick he gives.
Tobio is a mess of gasps and needy sighs, his hands at his sides, providing the support he needs to appreciate every movement Shouyou makes.
He feels his breath hitch when Shouyou's chin rests against the hem of his sweatpants. He can feel his hands on either side of his hips, how Shouyou's chubby cheeks rub against the prominent and obvious bulge inside his clothes.
"Tobio." Shouyou calls his name, a purr, almost like a mantra for the boy. Tobio nods; he's not sure why; Shouyou hadn't said anything, but he could guess from the gleam in his eyes.
It's a soft, quiet nod, but it thrills Shouyou, like a Christmas present. His hands hastily pull down his boyfriend's pants, along with his underwear.
Tobio's hard penis leaps out right in front of him, imposing and proudly erect. The tip is red and furious, wet and dripping with pre-cum.
Shouyou's mouth waters, and he's perplexed for a few seconds, appreciating the bestiality that could be in every hole in his body.
"S-shou... please..." Tobio's voice, raspy and needy, breaks Shouyou's reverie. His eyes dart from his new favorite toy, and now their gazes are locked.
Shouyou can notice the shyness Tobio exudes, his shoulders raised and his face tilted, hiding it in shyness. His voice and his eyes detonate the excitement he feels.
"It's so big..." Shouyou prefers to continue; his boyfriend wants attention, and he can give it all.
His voice is softer, squeaky and sensual at the same time, barely able to hide the excited tone in his voice. His hands take two paths. His right hand goes to the base of Tobio's dick, holding it like a lollipop. Assuming reactions, his left hand holds Tobio's thigh to keep his legs from closing around him. He still wants to live long enough to feel that beauty inside him.
"S-shou!" Tobio lets out a gasp. Shouyou can see his hips buck in search of more touch, and his hands clench at his sides, pulling the sheets beneath him.
"You're so big, Tobio..." Shouyou's tongue begins a single lick, from base to tip. He can see Tobio's body tremble and his hips jerk.
"Were you hiding this from me?" Shouyou asks with a smile on his lips. He takes sinful pleasure in watching Tobio let out ragged sighs. His hand closes into a fist and begins to move slowly over the entire penis. Using the moisture Tobio gives off, the movement of his hands becomes easier. Shouyou's mouth is kissing Tobio's hips loudly, teasing and teasing him. He knows exactly what he wants.
"Shouyou, fuck." The curse takes the orange-haired boy by surprise, and he lets out a low laugh. He hadn't expected his body to melt from such a banal insult.
"I need you so much, Tobio." Shouyou's voice has a soft, mocking tone. He knows Tobio noticed the moment one of his hands is now in his hair. He's tugging hard at his orange locks.
He has to stifle a pitiful moan when Tobio moves him, placing his head right in front of his dick, without really saying anything. Their eyes are still locked; Shouyou knows what's happening and is enjoying such a needy image far too much.
Shouyou's lips now begin to slowly kiss Tobio's penis, squeezing the skin of his thighs with his left hand. His head bobs up and down the length of it, never reaching the head, which continues to release so much almost transparent liquid. Shouyou thinks Tobio's dick is crying for his attention.
His head is still held by Tobio; he can feel his hair being tugged hard. He lets out a soft sigh and adjusts himself so he can begin the real act.
A cat-like lick is what Tobio feels; his tip is so sensitive that the warmth of Shouyou's mouth is too much for him.
Shouyou's lips are circling the circumference, starting from the tip and moving down slowly. Shouyou sucks and plays with the flesh inside his mouth.
His tongue traces each prominent vein and gently grazes his teeth. He can feel his saliva escaping from the edges of his mouth. He feels so full of Tobio that he has to stifle a whimper. He can't fit it all in his mouth, and he surrounds the rest with his hand. He feels so small suddenly, so suffocated and full that he begins to move his head slowly.
Tobio pulls harder on his hair; he can hear him breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. His free hand grips the covers tightly, his knuckles white. His eyes closed, and his mouth bit down to prevent any sound.
Tobio's hips jerk violently after a few seconds. Shouyou opens his eyes in surprise, and with a stifled moan, he unexpectedly receives Tobio's first orgasm.
Even if he wanted to move his head, his boyfriend's hand has him so tight around his cock that Shouyou can roll his eyes back. He takes as much as he can, and his face turns dirty when it starts to leak from the corners of his lips.
It's been long minutes; Shouyou is sure he'll die if he can't breathe. His legs are so tightly pressed together, preventing himself from cumming from something as simple as a fucking blowjob. When the grip of Tobio's hands weakens, Shouyou can throw his head back and take a deep breath. He has to swallow Tobio's scent to breathe.
The slightly bitter taste runs down his throat. His cheeks are burning with heat, his body is melting on his knees. He has to hold onto Tobio's tense thighs to catch his breath.
His eyes are on Tobio; the image of his boyfriend so devastated makes him only smile. Tobio's head is thrown back; he can see his chest slowly regaining its rhythm, his throat moving rapidly. His hands return to their original positions.
"Get in." Tobio's raspy voice catches Shouyou's attention, and he can't help but raise an eyebrow. The order takes him by surprise.
"Tobi, did you just..." Shouyou tries to explain, wiping the back of his hand away from the remnants of semen on his face.
"You didn't finish, did you? Let me help you." Tobio raises his head, and their gazes meet; Shouyou can see his boyfriend's characteristic determination. The light outside causes small, glistening tears to appear on Tobio's face, by reflex.
Although he hesitates for a few seconds, the pain inside his pants can't be ignored, no matter how considerate he is of his boyfriend.
Shouyou gets up from the floor; Tobio's thighs are a support to keep him from collapsing again; his knees feel like jelly, his body burns every inch, and his clothes begin to get in the way. Once he manages to stabilize himself, before he can do anything, Tobio's voice interrupts him.
"Strip for me, please..." It's actually a whisper, low and timid, Shouyou making a great effort to understand every word. He smiles contentedly when his fried brain catches on.
Her small hands go to his shirt, and slowly he begins to undress as requested. His chest is exposed, he makes sure Tobio is watching his every move.
Of course he is; his lips are parted and his eyes can only gaze at his body; he's sure saliva is also dripping from his lips.
He tries to make some sexy moves, his hands touching and running over his body, from his hips to his hair. Shouyou notices Tobio's gaze following his every move, like a cat watching its prey. Tobio's hips shift on the bed, and Shouyou has to bite his lip to keep from gasping when he notices Tobio's hard again.
He's fascinated by how easily his boyfriend can get aroused because of him. It's slowly driving him crazy, discovering every reaction Tobio has to his body and to him.
It's his pants' turn, his body strains forward, his voice a little raspy, and he can still feel the burn at the sides of his mouth. Their eyes connect thanks to Shouyou's position. "I need you so much, Tobio."
The sudden confession makes Tobio tremble under his boyfriend's gaze, and he settles down on the bed when he hears Shouyou's clothes fall to the floor with a thud.
Now Shouyou is completely naked, and Tobio can only feel like a pathetic ball of nerves. Shouyou's slender, small body is in front of him.
Completely naked, he thinks his mind is going to explode. Shouyou is smaller under his clothes; everything about him is proportionally smaller than Tobio's. But he doesn't lose that athletic figure; Tobio loves the way his thighs shape and define his boyfriend's body.
Shouyou's erection is there too, wet and proud of itself. He's nervous, and his actions show it, his movements rough and inexperienced.
Tobio is nervous; Shouyou is on top of him again. Even if he asked for it, he wasn't thinking clearly! His hands are tense; having Shouyou on top of him fully clothed isn't the same as having him fully naked.
Tobio's erect dick is now rubbing directly between Shouyou's buttocks. Shouyou's penis is rubbing against his lower stomach.
Tobio's lips are pressed into a thin line; he's doing his best to keep from cumming again solely from the circular movements Shouyou is making on him. His boyfriend's hands are on his shoulders, and Tobio can feel Shouyou's nails digging into his skin. He chooses to focus on the sting of the scratches to avoid thinking about Shouyou's round, juicy ass shamelessly rubbing against him.
"Oh God, Tobio." Shouyou's head is against his shoulder, every sound, every moan, or cry that leaves his lips falling directly into Tobio's ears. From his ears to his penis.
Tobio feels like boiling lava is running through his veins; he's never felt so hot like that moment. His chest is heaving, and his ragged breathing is becoming more and more noticeable.
"Shouyou..." For some reason, Tobio is begging for his boyfriend. He's not sure what he wants, but he can feel Shouyou tense his body around him.
Blindly, Shouyou reaches for one of his boyfriend's hands and brings it up to his face. He holds up two fingers, Tobio's confused gaze hiding behind the haze of arousal he feels.
In a silence filled with anticipation, Shouyou opens his mouth and lets out his tongue, licking and sucking the fingers he'd previously held into his mouth.
The sudden, insanely hot action makes Tobio let out a shaky breath. He can feel his fingers being drenched in Shouyou's saliva; his own penis reacts to it.
Shouyou's intense gaze as he cups his cheeks with his fingers inside his mouth makes Tobio lose his breath.
"I need to feel so full of you..." Is what Shouyou whispers against Tobio's lips, just after a wet noise removes his fingers from his mouth, Tobio feeling cold at the loss of Shouyou's warmth.
"I want to fill you." Tobio responds, a catlike moan leaves Shouyou's lips and now his small hand guides the two wet fingers to his entrance.
His knees sink into the mattress, Tobio can feel his body wobbling because of it.
His eyes never leave his, Tobio has a vague idea of what to do. He remembers seeing it in some porn video he watched when he was more than needy.
His fingers brushed against Shouyou's entrance, the ring of muscles touching his fingertips. Shouyou's hips were still just a millimeter from his bliss.
Shouyou is ashamed to admit how many times he's masturbated thinking about how his boyfriend's fingers would feel. He's always fascinated with his hands, his long, bony fingers.
Their lips met as Shouyou grinds against Tobio's fingers. A moan, almost a scream, dies between their lips. Tobio bites down hard on his boyfriend's lips.
They took their time, and Shouyou was definitely surprised when Tobio began scissoring his fingers.
Small tears prick the corners of his eyes, pleasure building desperately in his lower stomach.
"I need you, Tobi," Shouyou says, his hands cupping his boyfriend's face. They were kissing while Tobio prepared him.
He only receives a silent nod. Soaked fingers slip out of Shouyou, and the orange-haired boy feels empty and incomplete.
Tobio takes his sensitive erection to align its tip with his boyfriend's entrance.
Their gazes meet, and Shouyou leaves a brief kiss on his lips before lowering himself onto Tobio's penis.
Tobio is sure that hell must be as hot as Shouyou's insides.
He has to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep from cumming, but his eyes are squeezed shut so tightly. "S- Shouyou... f-fuck."
His hands squeeze Shouyou's skin tightly. The orange-haired boy lets out a cry, his back arching at the pain and pleasure he's experiencing.
Shouyou is so full that his mind shuts down for a second.
"M-move." His voice is like a thin thread, his lips trembling, swollen and soaked with Tobio's saliva. His insides are stretching around Tobio's enormous cock, feeling so small that he doesn't think he can take it all. "Oh god, Tobio, I'm so ..."
Tobio can barely hear his boyfriend's voice; it feels so far away. His face is against his neck, her scent filling every cell of his body, the fruity scent mixed with the salty taste of his sweat. It's like a feast.
Small tears spill from his eyes as Shouyou begins to move in circles, his fingers digging against his hipbone.
Tobio feels so good, so warm.
"S-so good..." Tobio finally speaks. Shouyou is startled when he hears a hiccup escape between gasps and grunts. "I-it feels so good to be inside you..."
Shouyou can only smile, almost mockingly because they're both crying from the pleasure now.
Tobio moves his hips and begins a slow rocking motion, shamelessly rubbing himself against his boyfriend. Shouyou lets Tobio move him, feeling so small and fragile beneath the touch of the boy beneath him.
Shouyou's heat and desperation win. His body begins to move faster and more desperately, the heat of climax hitting his stomach and forming a knot that can't hold up.
Arranging his knees around Tobio's hips, he begins to bounce slightly, keeping his hips still.
That was Tobio's downfall.
The first bounce made something inside his body stir strongly. Enough to, without realizing it, begin to fill Shouyou with his semen once again. His expression twists almost in pain; he has to hide in his boyfriend's chest, uncontrollable tears and incoherent babble spilling from his lips.
The bounces become more desperate when Shouyou feels his insides heat up. He feels a fire inside him, his hands desperately searching for support on Tobio's body, his movements helter-skelter.
The knot in his stomach finally unravels. And his own release occurs even as his body continues to bounce against Tobio. In an endless, long-awaited orgasm. Tobio's hands forcefully stopped every movement he could make, causing Shouyou to shed tears of pleasure and pain, a loud moan. His boyfriend's fingers dug in tightly.
Tobio could feel Shouyou's orgasm as his dick felt suffocated. Shouyou's walls were sucking and squeezing him tightly, so tightly that his orgasm was endless.
His hands held Shouyou to stop his thrashing; he needed the orange-haired boy to stay still for a second, he needed to fill him. He wanted it.
Tobio's hips moved upward. A hard, precise thrust, Shouyou's spot was being squeezed by Tobio.
Shouyou was breathless, his head thrown back as he let out a broken moan. His back was sickened, his legs pressed tightly against Tobio's body.
Another thrust, again hard and precise, on that spot that drives him wild. Tobio hugs his boyfriend with his entire body, holding him as he begins to fuck him hard and desperately.
"Shouyou." His name spills out through tears; the named man can hear the incoherent wails Tobio whispers against his chest. But Shouyou is so lost in the sensations his body is exploring.
"Tobio. Tobio. Tobio." Like a religious prayer, saliva falling from his mouth, salty tears staining his red cheeks. His chest is gently caressed by Tobio's kisses.
"So tight for me." A thrust. "Shouyou feels so good." Another thrust. "I'm sorry, I can't stop." One more thrust.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." In a pitiful whisper, Tobio begs through tears, his hips unable to stop, seeking release once more. An orgasm knots in his stomach, more fragile than the previous ones.
Shouyou can't register anything of his surroundings. His mind is completely overwhelmed by Tobio's cock and how good it feels to have it inside him. He can barely manage to mumble repetitive phrases, pleas. He's not sure what kind.
"So good for me." It's the last thing Tobio hears leave Shouyou's lips before he fills her again. He's sure that between his legs, a filthy, disgusting mess is brewing.
Shouyou is sure he can't hold another drop in his body, no matter how much he wants to.
It was close to dawn. Neither of them is sure how long they'd been fucking.
After Tobio's last orgasm, Shouyou was lost and collapsed in his arms.
Tobio admits to being scared when he saw him suddenly collapse.
After waiting several minutes to compose himself, they showered together. Tobio was afraid Shouyou would faint like before.
In turn, he used that as an excuse to take better care of Shouyou. To wash his body and be more gentle with him.
He doesn't regret any marks at all. He'll be able to stake out his territory in front of the first-year brats when they meet in the locker room.
Now he and Shouyou are in bed. Tobio quickly changed the sheets so they could sleep. They usually slept together; this time was definitely different.
Everything about his body and his surroundings feels different. Shouyou can tell.
"You look different." He whispers. Tobio can hear his tired, raspy voice.
"I feel that way." Tobio whispers back, turning his head so he can see Shouyou. He's lying next to him, using one of his arms as a pillow.
"You're definitely an adult." A mocking chuckle escapes Shouyou and he receives a pinch on his bare skin.
They're both sleeping naked.
"I guess it's about time," Tobio says, moving his head to look at the ceiling, his mind still a mess of thoughts and noise.
"It feels good to be an adult, I think." Shouyou settles more comfortably against his chest, his fingers tracing invisible scribbles on Tobio's chest.
"It feels good with you," Tobio replies, but when several seconds pass without a reply, he looks back at his boyfriend.
Shouyou is asleep beside him, his breathing soft and warm against his arm. Tobio can smell the scent of his shampoo and soap wafting off Shouyou.
He smiles softly and reaches out with his free hand to better cover his boyfriend; he doesn't want him to get sick because of him.
He closes his eyes momentarily, then opens them quickly, a brilliant idea crossing his mind.
He reaches out to reach his phone, searching for a specific contact in his list.
He positioned Shouyou so that not too much skin was showing. He stretched his arm far enough, and the flash momentarily lit up.
He sent the picture and turned off his phone, not even checking the time.
Tobio snuggled up to his boyfriend, covering him with his body.
Thankfully, tomorrow was Saturday.
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Kei T. [09:32AM]
– Oh God, you're so disgusting.
– I definitely didn't want to see that.
– You finally fucked Shouyou.
– Congratulations, champ!
– Oh my God, that was Kuroo, ignore him.