Eyyyyy 47 for the oikage kiss prompt
you’d think this would be easier with oikage but what are words!!!
(sorry this got real horny messy again but sometimes it just be like that lol)
(kiss meme: a kiss out of spite)
The net cuts Oikawa-san’s smile into neat little squares.
“Well, well, well. Good game, Tobio-chan.”
It was a good game. Kageyama’s whole entire body burns with exhaustion, but the win spills warm and wonderful into his chest, and it just feels so right. He nods a slight bow. “Good game, Oikawa-san.”
“My dear kouhai has truly grown up and flown ahead! Three wins to one since he came to Tokyo,” Oikawa-san hums, holding a hand under the net for a handshake. Sunset lights up Oikawa-san’s brown hair, softens the sharp edges of his jaw to gold. Kageyama’s chest tightens — it’s only been a few practice matches against Oikawa-san’s university, and he still feels like he’s watching something new and amazing all over again.
“Looks like Oikawa-san is the one who needs new tricks if he’s going to hunt down such a stubborn little bird!”
Kageyama stares at the white teeth, the outstretched fingers, the smiling eyes cast in shadow. Why does it feel like a trap?
“Tobio-kun, we’re all waiting for you! Stop fucking around! Drinks on coach! Let’s go!” Miya-san shoots him a dirty look from the gym doors, letting them bang close after him.
Oikawa-san’s eyes narrow. His mouth twists into a leer. “Stop fucking around, Tobio-chan.”
His hand slides under Kageyama’s jersey, too fast to follow.
Kageyama has laid in bed and thought of this before. Oikawa-san’s hands, spread large as he sets the ball. Long elegant fingers wrapped tight around a water bottle, wet and slick with condensation. If the calluses under the fingertips would feel just as rough as his, if the palm just as hot and smooth and good, and they are, these hands, Oikawa-san’s hand is right on him, and Kageyama’s breath tumbles out in an embarrassing little noise as Oikawa-san’s fingers dig painfully into his ribs, blunt nails scratching as he grabs the fabric and yanks Kageyama close.
Oikawa-san is kissing him. The net cuts painfully into Kageyama’s bottom lip but Oikawa-san’s mouth is fever hot on his and Kageyama feels like he’s burning at a hundred degrees.
He wants to— he wants to taste just how hot Oikawa-san is.
He wants to touch the curve of Oikawa-san’s cheek, wants to run his hands through that soft hair, wants to slide his fingers along the inside of those arms, but Oikawa-san uses his free hand to slap his away.
“That’s good enough for you,” Oikawa-san hisses against Kageyama’s mouth, pulling away. His breath rattles in his chest but Oikawa-san is breathing hard, too, eyes too bright, hand still fisted inside Kageyama’s jersey. Kageyama’s heart is in freefall, dizzying and terrible. “I see that little gremlin finally wormed his way to your side. Did he teach you anything exciting? Maybe you finally learned to do something useful with that stupid handsome mouth of yours.”
Oikawa-san leans in, licks slowly at Kageyama’s bottom lip as he shivers. His shoulders ache with how he’s holding himself back. He wants. He wants. “I’ll let you show me if you’re good.” Oikawa-san’s mouth slides wet against his and Kageyama would swallow him whole if he could right here, right now, Oikawa-san smells of warm skin and salt, Oikawa-san won’t let him—
“No touching, Tobio-chan! Just your mouth, like a good boy.”
Sweat trickles into Kageyama’s palms, hands hanging limp again at his side. Frustration boils in his gut. He wants to be good. “Let me touch you, Oikawa-san!”
Oikawa-san smirks, and finally lets go of his jersey. “Maybe at five wins for you.”
“Or maybe five wins for you,” Kageyama throws right back, leaning in, nose brushing the net as he touches his tongue to Oikawa-san’s mouth, heart thundering in his chest as Oikawa-san’s fingers circle his wrist, tangling them closer.
