#kinktober2017

He’s not entirely sure if Hinata buys that or not, but Hinata doesn’t say much about it otherwise on the way back to Tobio’s house. Sometimes Hinata will stay over, so they can try to get some homework done, or toss around a volleyball, and walk to school together the next morning.

Tobio is quiet, too. He can’t stop thinking about the kiss, about Hinata’s hands on him. Hinata is dangerous when he wants to be, and sometimes Tobio wants to put himself in danger.

They eat dinner mostly in silence, too, but it’s comfortable. After all these years, Hinata has learned to adjust to Tobio’s quietness as much as Tobio has learned to keep up with Hinata’s volume. Every once in awhile, Hinata stretches his foot out to nudge Tobio’s with it. They lock eyes, and Hinata smiles at him, then back down into his plate of curry. It makes Tobio’s mouth wobble into its own approximation of a smile, every time.

He’s just finishing draining a glass of milk, when Hinata stretches out, and brushes his toes against Tobio’s ankle, and then slowly up over his calf, under the cuff of his loose pants. Tobio slams his milk glass back down on the table—but Hinata isn’t looking at him, he’s just smiling away innocently. Tobio feels his face flaming.

“I’m r-ready—” he says, and then, trying to salvage it: “for bed?”

Okay, a failure either way, but he tried his best. Hinata, for his part, does not appear to be upset.

Even with all his daydreaming, a soft bed, and cool sheets rapidly warming, and moonlight streaming through the windows, is infinitely preferable to a hard judo mat. Best of all is Hinata—what Hinata likes to do when the two of them are alone.

He sits straddling Tobio’s lap, shirtless, a thin pair of grey shorts the only clothing he’s wearing. Tobio is shirtless, too, and in sweatpants. They aren’t thick enough to hide the way it feels, where he and Hinata are connected, where Hinata presses against him so firmly.

Hinata shifts on top of him, and Tobio gasps.

“Kageyama,” Hinata murmurs, leaning closer. His eyes are transfixed, unblinking as he looks Tobio over… looks at his body. He always stares like this, and it always leaves Tobio not quite knowing what to do, but try and indicate that he wants more. “Were you thinking about this since practice?”

Tobio tries to glare at him, despite how red his face is. Maybe it’s not so noticeable in the dark. “So what if I was? You’re the one who jammed his tongue in my mouth, dumbass.”

Hinata doesn’t even try to deny it. “Yeah,” he says. “You looked really cute after.”

“Hinata!” Tobio says, swiping for his head.

Hinata grabs his upper arm and pushes back, forcing it above Tobio’s head. “You definitely need to work on your technique, Kageyama-kun,” he teases, his grin turning wicked. “Or… maybe you just like ending up under me?”

Tobio has half a mind to try and knee him in the crotch, but then Hinata tightens his grip on his arm, and his fingers pinch ever so slightly against one of the bruises forming on Tobio’s bicep. He hisses, not out of pain, so much as surprise. Hinata blinks down at him.

“Sorry,” he says.

Tobio tilts his chin up, a challenge. “Barely felt it.”

Hinata’s eyebrows raise. Challenge accepted.

Slowly, he closes his fingers tighter again—presses against the bruise on Tobio’s arm, and Tobio stares back into his face, gritting his teeth as Hinata doesn’t let the pressure up. A little bit of pressure is nothing, and a little bit of pain is welcome. Hinata gave him those bruises, and now he burns them into Tobio’s memory. Next time, Tobio won’t be distracted.

But right now, the ache in his body seems to say, you belong to the one who rightfully marked you.

He slides his hands to Hinata's thighs, searching warm skin with his fingers, until he finds his mark—Hinata inhales sharply, as Tobio kneads his fingers slowly against one of the purpling marks on his leg. His breathing speeds up, the harder Tobio pushes, and he squeezes Tobio's arm tighter in return. They watch each other, eyes locked together, breaths falling in harsh whispers and cut off gasps, no sound except for that.

Hinata moves first. He bends low, until the two of them are nose to nose. It causes him to shift, against Tobio’s hips, and Tobio groans. Hinata’s eyelids flutter, and he puts his lips to Tobio’s chin, leaving one soft kiss after another down the column of Tobio’s throat. His fingers clutch painfully tight, then release. Tobio can’t help the breath that he exhales, as the ever-sharpening pain in his arm suddenly relents, disappears.

“Nothing?” Hinata asks. “Alright, what about here… I got you good, here.”

His lips lead the way, leaving the hollow of Tobio’s throat. He grazes his teeth over the collarbone before he lands right below it, against the darkening spot there he’d inflicted earlier that day. Tobio is almost positive it’s payback—he’d struck Hinata in the same place the week before.

Hinata sucks at the skin this time, running his tongue over the discoloration, tracing the outline of the shape. He slides his hand up Tobio’s bare chest, until his thumb rests right over it; and then he pushes down, slowly, slowly, pressure increasing in increments, and Tobio starts to really feel it.

He isn’t expecting it, when the feeling of Hinata’s mouth on the crook of his neck joins the pain blossoming at his collar. Hinata sucks hard at his skin and presses on his bruise, and Tobio gasps and rolls his hips up, surprising them both. It’s intensely satisfying, when Hinata finally lets a moan escape him, low and growling—it’s better, when he answers back by biting Tobio, and doesn’t let up, until the pain fractures into two distinct spots, one dull and throbbing, the other pinpointed and steady, as Hinata seeks to add the crimson of teeth marks to the purple-yellow where his fists have landed.

Tobio pushes his hands up Hinata's back, up the bare skin and shifting muscle, fingers digging into his shoulders to grip him and hold him tight.

But Hinata is in a determined mood that night. Tobio wonders, with a small thrill of victory in the midst of conceding everything else, if he wasn't just as affected by that kiss. Whatever is driving him, he won't let Tobio pin him anywhere for long—he slides lower, until his face is even with Tobio's thighs. Tobio squirms as Hinata drags his sweats halfway down his hips, to display all the other places he took a hit that day.

Hinata takes his time tracing over them all, even though it's obvious now how desperate Tobio is—his underwear is heavily tented and he shifts and writhes, trying to find some sense of release every time Hinata makes another indent in his skin with his hands.

“Hurts kinda good, doesn't it?” Hinata murmurs contemplatively, teeth closing over the taut muscle trembling in Tobio’s thigh, and Tobio arches his back, huffing out a breath that turns into a whine somewhere along the way. He’s going to have more than just bruises on his thighs; Hinata is determined to leave more than just that behind, sucking more hickies into his skin, nipping at him with his teeth, scratching Tobio with his blunt fingernails.

“Hinata, c-come on—” Tobio pants.

“Submit first,” Hinata tells him, and Tobio can feel his lips curl into a smile. He laves his tongue slowly over a bruise high on Tobio’s thigh, and then higher, over the crease in his hip, and Tobio taps out.

“P-please—”

Hinata crawls back on top of him and since he’s giving Tobio what he wants, now, Tobio doesn’t have to let him get away with everything—he drags Hinata down to kiss him again, finally. Hinata returns the kiss like he has been thinking about it, he definitely has been—fighting with Tobio for dominance even now, kissing a frantic, messy line along his whole upper lip, then the corner of his mouth. He traps Tobio’s bottom lip between his teeth as Tobio shoves his hands in his hair, twisting, insisting on more.

“A-ah—” Hinata pants, grinding down on him as Tobio rolls his hips—he wants more friction, but at the same time this is good, for how worked up he is, how ready to overflow. A little slow and a little dulled, after all the overstimulation. Makes it last just a little longer. “Harder—Kageyama—”

Tobio is the one to shove his tongue in Hinata’s mouth this time, but it’s not really to get him back for earlier. He wants every little bit of Hinata to fill his senses, pain and pleasure both. Hinata gasps every time they rock against each other, and Tobio’s world narrows—to the sound of Hinata’s breathing; the taste of Hinata on his tongue; the ache in his bones and in his belly, the way he needs Hinata, building up inside him.

“Hinata—Hinata—fuck—”

It feels so good when he finally comes; and like Hinata knows he’s reached his limit, he slows everything for Tobio—kisses softening, fingers stroking Tobio’s cheeks, and the rolling of his hips turning gentle. Tobio shudders underneath him and that’s what does it, it seems like, if the way Hinata whispers his name against his lips is any indication, movements stuttering until all that’s left is the rising and falling of their chests, in tandem, breathing together.

Hinata nuzzles into his neck, unable to stay still for long. “I won that round.”

Tobio grunts. There are few ways to deny that Hinata is right, so he decides to settle for silence.

“By the way, I know you didn’t actually slip at practice today,” Hinata starts to say.

“Can you shut up for more than ten seconds?” Tobio growls, and because he knows the answer is no, he tugs Hinata back in for another kiss to solve the problem.

He may not be able to beat Hinata in a sparring match yet, which will continue to frustrate him until the day he finally does. But in the meantime, the practice sessions, and the aftermath, are way more than worth it.

<333 Ally for being willing to let me spice up Judo AU immediately XD

“What is what?” you call, trying to use your most innocent voice. You don’t bother to turn and look at him as he enters the bedroom. You just continue applying the coat of nail polish. Frankly you don’t even want to entertain it today.

“500 on shoes?” his voice is tight. You know that sound. You should apologize now before things escalate. You look towards him trying to give him the biggest doe eyes you can.

“I’m sorry, I was going to tell you-“

“Stop. Just… where’s the card?” he asks letting the paper fall to the floor.

Nope, clearly tonight will not be sweet and romantic. He’s still in his work suit and you can’t help but feel a bit guilty as he pulls at the tie around his neck.

“It’s on the counter, I promise I won’t spend that much again.”

“You said that last time,” he answers unmoved. “And the time before that.”

So, yeah… no romance. Romance is dead.

“I’m sorry,” you say again finishing up your nails. He watches you for a second…

“Things have to change around here. Sorry isn’t good enough anymore.”

The words make you freeze in place as you blow on your nails to help them dry.

“Excuse me?” you say feeling something flare up inside of you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you need to learn something called responsibility. I’m tired of this. How am I supposed to trust you when you do stuff like this?”

“I think you’re making a big deal about this… it wasn’t that much-“

“Stop talking.” now you knew you had gone too far. He was clearly upset, and you weren’t helping your case by acting like a spoiled brat.

His eyes didn’t soften on you, even when you granted him silence.

“Stand up,” he said taking a step closer to the bed. You did your best to crawl over the side without messing up your nails. When you slid off the bed you immediately felt the weight of his eyes, as he looked down at you. It made you embarrassed. So you looked down as well.

“Look at me,” he commanded in his stern voice, once again. When you did, he looked just the slightest bit softer. It made you grateful. He was typically a pushover, but sometimes he’d get so stubborn… so… thick headed… and when he got like that, you could never break him. This time… maybe.

“Do you think I work just so you can buy shoes?” he asks taking a step closer.

“No,” you say feeling that weight again.

“Do you think I like having to treat you like a child? Take away your credit cards, because you can’t control yourself?”

“No,” you answer, feeling his words push you further and further into submission.

“Are you a little girl? Are you a child? Do I have to teach you the same lessons over and over?” he asks, but this time there’s a look in his eyes that you know too well. A look that says he’ll be satisfied if he can take this one out in the bedroom.

So you stay completely silent, and let the corner of your mouth slip just enough to rile him up.

“This is funny?” he asks getting a little red in the face.

“No, not at all,” you say mocking him just a little. You know he loves it when you push him like this. He needs to tap into that frustration to really feel satisfied. This is his outlet, he needs it every so often, and you should have noticed the stress building up in him these past few weeks.

“Turn around,” he says, and his voice nearly gives you a chill. You do as he says, and without needing to be told you cross your arms behind your back. You don’t expect any praise for it though, not this time at least.

“Face down,” he says in exhale. You don’t have to see him to be turned on at this point. You do as instructed and let your face fall into the mattress as you bend yourself over it. You breathe in the smell of your bed, your shared bed. You keep your eyes closed as you focus your hearing on the very faint sounds of him behind you.

Fingertips graze the hem of your robe as he slowly pulls it up above your hips. The cold air against your skin only sends your nerves firing before he even makes contact. You let him think for a minute how he wants to do this. His fingers hook in the waistband of your underwear as he slowly pulls them down, taking his time.

“I think you do it on purpose,” he says as he caresses your bare ass a few times. You can’t help but let out a shaky breath as a chill rolls through you. The pads of his fingers trace along your skin. The calm before the storm.

“You like it as much as I do,” you say. If you goad him, he won’t be able to move so slowly. If you push him, he’ll crash.

“Is that right?” he says with a bitter laugh. “I like when my fiancé helps herself to shoes, jewelry, clothes…” he trails off when you let out a small sound of content. His hands are squeezing and kneading your ass like a fucking stress ball.

“Not even a thank you…” he says removing his hands completely. “I’ve been so generous. I guess it’s my fault.”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not,” you ask, wiggling your fingers behind your back. You wish you could look back and see his face right now.

You feel his forearm rest on your lower back as he holds your robe up even higher. It’s not hard, the muscles give it a softness, even with some of his weight pressing down… his hands stroke your bare cheek one more time before there’s an absence and then

“Ah!” you react immediately.

“How many do you deserve this time? 500? For every dollar you spent that didn’t belong to you?” he punctuates the last sentence with another smack across your bottom.

“Could you even count that high?” he asks and this time you let out another squeal as his hand comes down again.

“You’d probably pass out by then,” he concludes with a bit of tenderness as he softly runs his hand over the spot he’s been hitting.

“You don’t hit that hard,” you say daring to look back at him. The second your head moves he’s already gripping your loose hair and pulling your head back at an angle.

“I was thinking the same thing. Maybe a little harder than? Maybe then I can get it through your thick skull,” he says as he rattles your head back and forth with his hand still tightly woven at the base of your scalp, “spoiled, ungrateful, brats don’t get shoes, and clothes, and jewelry.”

He releases your hair with a slight push forward. As he brings his hand back down on your ass with a loud thwack.

“Ah! Fuck!” you yelp as the sting spreads farther than before.

“Still not hard enough?” he asks

“You must be tired today,” you say gritting your teeth to keep the pain under control.

“Careful,” he warns with some kind of affection as well. He’s probably smiling a little. He always considered your obstinacy a charm. “I still haven’t decided how many to give you.”

“You might wanna keep it short. I don’t wanna fall asleep so early.”

You barely get all the words out before you feel the sharpness against your skin. He doesn’t ease up after that, and it comes again, and again like thunder. Your tender skin feels like it’s on fire and its almost hard to not react. His hand finally comes to offer some relief as he slides ever so gently along the curve of your cheek.

“Other side,” he says low and raspy, like his breath is starting to falter. You feel the shift as he switches sides. And then without warning the first slap comes, not as intense as the last few.

“Count,” he prompts.

“one,” you say with as much detest as possible. Smack.

“Two,” you say muffling yourself with the mattress. They come progressively harder until you can finally feel the warmth of tears spilling from your eyes.

“Ten,” you finally say, and you pray that it was the last one.

“Good job,” he says pulling you up by your arms. He presses you against him so he can wrap his arms around you to untie your robe. When he does, you’re left completely naked with your underwear still hanging around your ankles and the robe at your feet.

He kisses your neck as you sniffle back a few tears.

“Don’t cry,” he says reaching a hand up to stroke the hair away from your face. You can feel him pressed, fully clothed against your backside. The feeling of the soft fabric against your burning ass feels a bit comforting. Before you can say anything his hand is moving to your throat, just tight enough to make breathing uncomfortable.

“Don’t waste your tears, yet,” he says before releasing you. Your body falls to the ground easily as you land on your knees.

“Hands behind your back,” he says. He’s trying to stay firm, but there’s a look in his eyes that reminds you of his softness. You look up at him, and you could honestly smile, even now. Maybe you really are spoiled. Because in a few seconds his cock is going to be thrusting down your throat… and then after that he’s going to be holding you, and kissing you, and letting you get away with everything all over again.

You lock your hands behind your back, straightening up to make sure he has a good view of your chest on display for him. When your glossy eyes meet his, you can see him coming undone at the sight alone.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers without any thought. He quirks a very small smile, adoration shining through the lust. He’s always so weak, you think. It makes you smile though… to be so in love. He may think he’s the one in control, but you know how to wrap him around your finger. You know how to make sure you both get what you want.

“Fuck my mouth,” you say in lieu of I love you too. because who needs romance anyways.

He doesn’t hesitate to reach for the fastening along his waist. His belt, buttons, zipper, are all undone in a moment. And his hand is pressed to your cheek as you relax your jaw. He slides himself across your lips a few times, already hard and leaking from the tip. The sight of that makes you sink a little lower to the ground. So maybe you’re weak too…

“Wider,” he says gently as he guides himself passed your lips. You open wide and let him press against your tongue.

“Tell me if I’m being too rough,” he says genuinely with another soft stroke to your cheek. You hum once before he pushes farther in. “Otherwise don’t try to speak.”

You keep your eyes open for as long as possible. Eventually the tears blur your vision, and you can feel the strain in your eye sockets as you choke repeatedly. You don’t stop him. You don’t even think about it. because while he’s thrusting himself into you, all you can feel is the pleasure of watching him getting closer and closer. You can imagine the feeling of hot cum sliding down your throat, and the look of his eyebrows furrowed as you take him as high as he can go.

The sounds that come from your mouth are crude, and ugly. Just the way he likes it. It’s not about looking beautiful and perfect, that’s how he sees you all the time. how everyone else does. This is about the intimacy of him being allowed to ruin you. To see you how you’d never want to be seen. The spit running down your chin is just another form of honesty.

“Touch yourself,” he says through a heavy breath. He’s about to come. You have a very small window to get off if you want to do it together. Your hand immediately darts between your legs and you spread them apart enough so he can see what you’re doing. Your fingers move fast, and you open your eyes to lock with him. Something about this is powerful. Locking eyes with Hoseok.. knowing that those broad shoulder, that flawless cream colored skin, his thick muscles, and his loving heart…it’s yours.

You let your free hand circle lightly around his wrist, the one nearly cradling your head in place for him to ram his dick down your throat. You make sure to relax so he doesn’t think you’re asking him to stop, you just want to remind him... remind him of the engagement ring beautifully crafted on your finger. You see his eyes settle on something as he breaks eye contact for a split second. And you can tell by the way his hold on the back of your head adjusts your reminder got to him.

You continue touching yourself as he grunts out his last couple thrusts. He holds your head in place as his hips go still and his muscles coil. You feel the warmth, and the salty taste in your mouth as he crumbles. Your fingers move fast trying to catch up to him, and with the soft caress of his thumb against your cheek bone you feel the heat flood through your core and you whine in pleasure.

He pulls out almost immediately and pumps what’s left from his orgasm across your parted lips. he watches your body convulse before leaning down and lifting you the few feet onto the bed. You know you’re a complete mess right now, but he holds you close to him while you both try to catch your breath. You grip at his shirt and he lazily tries to kick off his pants while keeping an arm around you. After a few second you both relax into each other and he uses the sleeves of his button-up to dab at the mess he made on your face.

“Lay on your stomach,” he says softly and you find just enough energy to flip over. Your eyes close, but you can feel him carefully examining the marks on your bottom.

“I got you good this time,” he says softly stroking whatever marks are there. He kisses your shoulder blades slowly a few times. It’s almost lulling in a way.

“Are you really taking away the credit card?” you ask as he continues his movements.

He lets out a small chuckle, “yes, but I am impressed you managed to spend so much in one trip.”

“I tried to return them, but I couldn’t,” you say honestly, remembering how you immediately regretted your decision to spend so much.

“Next time I’ll just report it stolen,” he says kissing you once again.

Shin Hoseok, you smile to yourself. Your soon to be husband… you feel his hand travel lower and lower before it slowly makes its way past your wet folds.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” you mumble as you relax into the bed, into him.

His finger slowly pushes into you and you can’t help but let out a small moan of surprise.

“I can’t wait to eat you out,” he says in response before flipping you over, to face him.

“You’re so fucking nervous,” Hinata teased and brought their linked hands to his lips to softly kiss the back of Kageyama’s hand. He wanted to comfort Kageyama the best he could. Though Kageyama had said yes, and surely there is a part inside of him that might be just as curious as Hinata, the guy wasn’t usually one for widening his horizons. He liked routine and it always took some cooing to get him to explore a bit. “Thanks for agreeing to all this. It’ll be fun once we get into it, I’m sure.” “They probably think we’re weird for standing out here for so long. You already registered us online and all that stuff, right?” “Yeah, we just need cash and our IDs.” Hinata picked up the inter-phone on the right to the door and rang it, a deep but pleasant voice coming from the other side. “Are you members?” “Yes, we registered.” “Where was the fly eaten?” Hinata had read about the password in the welcome email he had received, but the whole thing had seemed much cooler in theory than in actual practice. Kageyama gave Hinata a perplexed look and Hinata had to hold back his laughter to answer. “The spider’s web.” “Good. You can enter.” The door opened with a beep and they walked into a small, dimly lit reception area. It was strangely quiet, quiet enough that one would never know that further inside there were people going at it like bunnies. What impeccable soundproofing, thought Kageyama. The receptionist was a gentle-looking chubby guy, with blue eye shadow, and a big smile. Behind him there stood two security guards in all back and not so gentle looking. Kageyama and Hinata passed the receptionist their entrance fee, as well as their IDs so he could look them up on his computer to confirm their registration. He then returned their IDs with red wristbands with the word ‘couple’ inscribed on them. “Welcome to Club Silk. I’ll be one of your usual receptionists; my name is Azuru.” He reached over to a sign propped up next to the register and placed it in front of Hinata and Kageyama. “The rules are simple: you are never to separate from your partner, you are to always ask for permission before approaching other couples or single persons, and you are not allowed to ask for any contact information. Also, safety first—you must wear condoms. Do you understand?” They both nodded, Kageyama’s hand squeezing Hinata’s. It was actually happening. This crazy idea Hinata had suggested, because their bedroom life could be “spicier” and they were in their mid-twenties and “needed to make the most of it”, was going to come into fruition. Azuru pointed at the door on the opposite side of the reception desk, “Go ahead through there. One of our staff will greet you and give you a tour of the place.” “Thank you, “ Hinata said with a grin, and he pulled Kageyama towards the door. Once they were buzzed in they could finally hear what’d you expect from this kind of place—a lot of moaning, and the murmur of low club music. “Hey.” A tan, fit guy in only a bowtie and tight spandex shorts approached them. He had buzzed hair, hazel eyes, perfectly sculpted abs, and a bulge the size of Hokkaido. “I’m Hiro, your guide. New to happening bars?” Hinata nodded, “Yeah, we are,” voice trailing a bit at the end as his eyes unconsciously ran down and up the guy’s body. He couldn’t help it; the guy was exceedingly attractive and it wasn’t a crime to look a little, right? Hiro caught Hinata’s eyes and chuckled. “Like what you see, cutie?” “It seems he does,” Kageyama replied, pushing Hinata’s chin up so he’d finally close his mouth. “His eyes get easily distracted but his body knows it’s mine.” “I see,” Hiro murmured, sounding quite impressed. “So no swapping for you guys tonight?” “Nope.” Hinata shook his head. “We’re both still quite possessive of each other. But we’re interested in some exhibition, toys, and also the ambience.” “Yes, that’s a good place to start. Well, before the tour, let’s get you guys more comfortable.” The two of them followed Hiro across the floor to the locker room. It was brightly lit unlike the rest of the club, and the walls were a light beige color. They put all their belongings into lockers and changed into short, white silk robes and slippers. It was comfortable and breezy, the silk caressing every inch of their skin almost teasingly. Hiro drew their attention to a white door to the right. “There are showers if you need them.” “We showered right before coming here,” Hinata assured. Hiro nodded. “Okay, on to the fun part.” They walked down a flight of stairs and the music and moans got much louder. The floor was dark, with only a few fluorescent lights lining the walls, catching the light of the wristbands and white robes. They finally were nearing where the magic happened. The first stop was the bar, which sat in a corner to the immediate right of the stairs. There were a few seats by the bartender, and a long white leather couch by the wall. A straight couple was huddled in the corner of the couch, sipping on martinis and warming up to each other. “The drinks are free so if you need something to release some nerves, you can come back here after the tour.” Hiro moved closer to them and lowered his voice, “Don’t tell anyone I told you, but order the ‘battery’ shot. It’ll really get you going.” Hinata licked his lips and grinned mischievously. “Thank you for the tip.” “It’s only because you’re both cute.” Hiro winked and turned back around to continue the tour. To the left of the bar was an area of more white couches, some long, some short, and others shaped purposefully for creative sex positions. Thin curtains that you could pull open or close for more privacy hung from the ceiling, but very few of the members were using them. Next to that area was one dedicated for the more kinky-minded, with a kinbaku section, a few tables and boards to tie people to, and an assortment of whips, bondage cuffs, and pretty much any other basic BDSM toy a person could think of. Kageyama stared as a guy whipped his male partner who was tied up on a board, the receiver mewling with utter bliss. “You guys really have everything in this place.” “We’re well prepared to accommodate most kinks.” Hinata leaned closer to Kageyama and purred, “You’re interested in getting kinky?” “Maybe,” Kageyama admitted, biting his bottom lip as his eyes met Hinata’s. “Just a little.” Hinata’s eyes grew wider, face lighting up with anticipation, rapture, and a building desire. He nodded more times than necessary, mind filling up with images of Kageyama mewling just like that man tied to the board. He knew Kageyama would want to start slow, but only the thought of putting Kageyama in something as simple as bondage cuffs had Hinata heating up. “And last but not least, all the play rooms.” Hiro set out a flat hand to draw their attention to the various rooms taking up the last third of the floor. Thin walls divided the section into rooms of various sizes, with only curtains for doors. “There are some couples-only rooms, and rooms for singles as well. Usually if you have the curtain closed that means you don't want anyone else to enter, and unless a couple tells you to stop, peeking is always welcomed.” “What’s that?” Hinata pointed at a round stage in the middle of the playroom section. A grey, semi-translucent curtain surrounded it, and inside there was a bed, a tantra sex chair, and a few other useful things. Hiro smirked. “We call that ‘the display’, it’s a room for couples who want to try their hand at a higher level of exhibitionism. Are you interested?” “Yes, very interested.” Hinata peeked over at Kageyama and softly asked him, “Would you be okay with that Kageyama?” Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows as he continued to stare at what Hinata was proposing they use for their first time in a happening bar. It looked three tiers higher than their experience level, but Hinata was always one to jump feet first into things. He took a deep breath and stated, “First I’ll need a drink.” The bar area was empty; the straight couple that was flirting on the couch before probably moved to a section that better satisfied their needs. Hinata and Kageyama took adjacent seats right in front of the bartender and Hinata tapped on the polished wood of the bar to get his attention. He cleared his throat, craning his head a bit closer to the bartender so he could clearly hear him above the club music. “Two ramune highballs and two ‘batteries’ please.”

“I probably need something stronger than a highball.” Hinata snickered, resting a gentle hand on Kageyama’s thigh and feathering up the smooth skin, fingers teasing the place where the robe ended. “Relax. Also, you’re not allowed to get a limp dick, so no more alcohol.”

Kageyama scoffed, his leg tensing up at the attention, “As if I would get a limp dick with one ramune and one, whatever the hell a ‘battery’ is.”   “Hey, you never know—“ The waiter placed their drinks in front of them and Hinata gave him a short nod. “Thanks.” He then picked up the shot of green liquid and held it at eye level, “I think we’ll be set with these. This looks so suspicious.”   Kageyama followed suit, eyebrows furrowing more dramatically with each passing second he stared at the mystery shot. “It’s probably laced with something.”   “Yup.” He shrugged and clinked his glass against Kageyama’s before shooting down the liquid like a champ. He raised an eyebrow at the taste, taking a moment to figure out what he thought of it. “It was pretty smooth. Tastes like watermelon. And now that I did it, you can’t leave me to possibly die alone so you have to do it too.”   Kageyama scrunched his nose but took the shot without another word of protest. He set the glass down without much change in his expression. “Too sweet, but not bad. You feel anything?”   “Hmm. Not really.” Hinata picked up his highball and took a gulp, sighing loudly in that annoying way people did in Coca-Cola commercials. “It’ll probably hit us in a few minutes. Also, this highball is really good.”   Kageyama chugged about half of the light blue fizzy cocktail before stopping to nod in agreement. It was very delicious. Not that either of them really cared about that at this point. They just wanted the damn “liquid courage” to ease their nerves a bit so they could somewhat uninhibitedly fuck in that very transparent playroom.   “Race you!“ Hinata yelled as he started downing his drink. Kageyama caught on quickly and managed steal the win, his ridiculous ability to engulf things still going unmatched by even Hinata. Hinata clicked his tongue as he set down the glass and hopped off his seat, pulling Kageyama along behind him. “Okay, play time.”   As the two of them slid through the curtains of “the display”, Kageyama taking a moment to close the curtains behind him, he realized the room didn’t seem as intimidating as it did half an hour ago. Sure, the curtains were still quite transparent and whatever they did inside this room would be a show for whoever passed by, but his nervousness was slowly turning into excitement—the warm cheeks, knotting stomach, and stiffening dick kind. It’s like a wave of urgency and need was pulsing through him starting from the pit of his stomach and branching outwards, making his hands sweat and vision hazy. Judging from the way Hinata’s eyes were swimming and his unconscious sucking on his bottom lip, Kageyama could tell Hinata was feeling it too.

This was definitely the “battery’s” handiwork.   Hinata walked up to Kageyama and tugged at his robe belt. “Can we start already?”   “Yeah, “ Kageyama said as he ducked down to place kisses on Hinata’s neck while his hands undid his robe. It gracefully slid off Hinata’s shoulders and bunched softly by his elbows.   Hinata struggled a bit more, Kageyama having double-knotted his stupid belt out of nervousness, so Hinata impatiently tugged at the belt until it finally came loose and he could yank the robe off of Kageyama’s body. Now that Kageyama was fully exposed, Hinata greedily took all of him in. He ran warm hands up his sculpted abs and pecs, and around to his back, digging his fingers into the nooks under his shoulder blades and his sexy back dimples. Kageyama couldn’t stand to be the only one being touched so he snaked his hands behind to palm Hinata’s ass, his favorite body part of Hinata’s no doubt, and dragged his lips up Hinata’s neck and chin until they had met Hinata’s parted ones. They engaged in a slow kiss, tongues flicking and rubbing, as Hinata moved them closer to the tantra sex chair.   “Hey,” Hinata breathed against Kageyama’s lips.   “Mm?”   Hinata went on his tippy toes, right hand digging into Kageyama’s back, left hand grazing up his neck and diving into the back of his head to pull him down a little closer and whisper into his ear, “I want to handcuff you. And make you want to get out of them so bad you almost break them.”   Kageyama shivered and his lips curved up into a curious grin. “And how are you planning on doing that?”   Hinata raised an eyebrow at the challenge and silently backed Kageyama until his ass was sitting on the dip of the sex chair. This chair was an interesting piece of furniture—it looked like a lopsided ‘m’, or like a basic rollercoaster when you look at it from the side, but despite its funny shape, it had gotten so popular for being “the best furniture to use for sex positions” that even Hinata new about it. It was sturdy, durable, and it supported the body so that the users could enjoy themselves without straining their muscles. But truthfully, it was just the closest thing to them at the moment and Hinata was impatient to get to work.   Hinata walked behind the chair and pulled the rolling props station closer to it. The station had usual things like condoms and lube, but also a few butt plugs, cock rings, whips, and other basic BDSM supplies. Hinata grabbed the fuzzy, blue bondage cuffs, noting how nicely they suit Kageyama, and stood behind the chair.   “Place your arms above your head,” Hinata commanded, voice trembling slightly with anticipation. When Kageyama did as he was told, Hinata grabbed his wrists, palms facing inward, and cuffed each.   Kageyama pressed his back against the chair; it was perfectly shaped so that even with his back slightly arched to accommodate his arms over his head, the chair rested comfortably against him. His whole body was tingling and desperate to be touched, especially his dick, which was completely hard from just the few minutes of kissing and Hinata’s initial attempts at dominating him. It’s not that Hinata hadn’t taken the lead before—he had, a memorable handful of times, but it very rarely went past Hinata riding Kageyama in a game of “who will lose their patience first”, which ultimately resulted in Kageyama pounding Hinata into the mattress spurred by his needy commands. This Hinata, the one with a fiery and determined spark in his eyes, the one that wanted to restrain him and make a mess of him god knows how—this Hinata was someone new. Maybe it was the “battery” or the ambience, but either way, Kageyama couldn’t deny that his body was aching to see what this Hinata had planned.   And the blur of faces that were starting to collect beyond the curtain weren’t helping this ache. They were watching them and whispering amongst themselves, their voices traveling through the air to stir Kageyama even more.   Hinata kneeled in front of Kageyama, resting his arms on the lower part of the chair, and slowly spreading Kageyama’s legs. He stared up at Kageyama through his eyelashes, his voice dripping with want, “You like the attention, don't you?”   Every time Hinata talked a small puff of air would tease Kageyama’s warm skin and make him quiver slightly. “Do I have to answer you honestly?”   Hinata placed a kiss on Kageyama’s right knee, then another a few centimeters traveling up the thigh, painfully slow and teasing. “You need to be honest if you want me to be nice.”   “That look in your eyes tells me you weren’t planning to be nice either way,” Kageyama scoffed.   Hinata placed another kiss higher up, lips lingering and sucking the spot. Kageyama let out a strained breath and squeezed his hands into fists. Hinata grinned, “You’re right. Can I be a bit mean to you tonight?”   Kageyama nodded slowly. “You can be as mean to me as you want.”   “I’m going to make you regret saying that,” Hinata snickered and then suddenly bit deep into the tender skin closest to his lips.   “Ngh!” Kageyama bit back a yelp, “That fucking hurts you dumbass.”   “You’ll get used to it.”   Hinata ran his tongue over the bite to soothe the skin, taking his time to tease the mark with the tip of his tongue. He then placed his lips over the bite and eagerly sucked on it with the sole purpose of ruining that flawless skin. And he’d repeat the same process: bite deep, lap up, and suck hard, up Kageyama’s thighs to the very edge of his pelvis, and then down his right thigh until he reached his knee. He was painstakingly slow and tortuous, ignoring the fact that already by the time he was done with one thigh, Kageyama’s dick was dribbling pre-cum, and by the time he was done with both, a small pool of pre-cum had gathered on his stomach. Hinata looked up to take in Kageyama’s face—his eyes were staring right back at him, cheeks flushed, and mouth open to exhale his now heavy breaths.   “You look so sexy like this.” Hinata traced the pre-cum from Kageyama’s stomach and up the length of his dick with his index finger. “Look how much you’ve leaked, Kageyama,” he said in a louder-than-necessary, mocking voice.   “Mm.” Kageyama was sure that if he responded his voice would break. The only thing he wanted in the world right now was to ram his dick into any open hole of Hinata’s he could reach. His body was now full on quivering and he could no longer tell if this was because of the “battery’s” influence or because Hinata controlling him was a kink he never knew he had—or because he could now hear some of the people beyond the curtains egging Hinata on.   “That’s not good, Kageyama,” Hinata reprimanded, his index finger circling the head of Kageyama’s dick. “You need to answer. That’s the only way you’ll get your reward.”   “You haven’t asked me a question, stupid,” Kageyama managed to croak out.   “Oh, that’s right!” Hinata wrapped his hand around Kageyama’s dick and pumped once. Kageyama immediately let out a low moan and bucked up again towards that warmth but Hinata removed his hand. “Did that feel good?”   Kageyama took a deep breath so his voice didn’t reveal how much he needed Hinata to touch him again. “Yes, “ he bit out, “really good.”   “You want to feel good again, don't you?” Hinata wrapped his hand around Kageyama’s dick and squeezed ever so slightly, “Aren’t you ashamed at how quickly you’re ready to pop? Look at this mess on your stomach.”   “Hinata, I swear…” Kageyama half-threatened, but it was pointless with how breathy and strained his voice was.   “You need to ask nicely,” Hinata insisted, standing up and backing up towards Kageyama’s face ass first, one of his legs on each side of the chair. “You want this don’t you?”   “I do,” Kageyama huffed as his eyes bore holes into the smooth skin and perfect plumpness of Hinata’s ass. It was only now that Hinata was so close that he could see how completely slick his dick was from pre-cum. He may have been surprisingly good at sounding controlled but he was also ready to cum at any moment.   “Work for it,” Hinata commanded as he pressed his ass to Kageyama’s face. “Show me you’re worthy of it.”   Fuck. That line alone could have made him climax. Kageyama brought his cuffed hands forward and spread Hinata’s cheeks, circling his tongue around Hinata’s entrance. Hinata’s legs trembled and he let out low gasps that Kageyama wished were only his to hear. He pressed his tongue into the hole, firmly grabbing hold of Hinata’s cheeks as he tongue-fucked him like he knew Hinata liked. Hinata pressed against his tongue, gasps turning into soft moans that only encouraged Kageyama further. But Hinata’s couldn’t let Kageyama undo him, at least not yet.   “Stop,” Hinata stammered. He stepped forward and took a moment to somewhat steady his voice, “You seriously don’t think your tongue is enough, right? Use your fingers.”   Kageyama grabbed a small lube bottle from the prop station to his right and slicked up his fingers. He slowly pressed two into Hinata and Hinata eagerly rocked back onto them, his lips dripping moans and whimpers he no longer tried to contain.   “Tell me how much you want me,” Hinata huffed, one finger in his mouth and the other pinching his nipple.   By this point Kageyama was willing to do or say anything to be able to burrow himself deep in Hinata. He was dizzy with yearning and he tried his best to focus his attention on the arch of Hinata’s back so that his words were intelligible.   “I want you, Hinata,” Kageyama murmured, “so much that I’m jealous of my fingers.”   Hinata whimpered, “I’ll let you fuck me if you say please.”   “Please.”   Hinata managed a “good boy” and slid himself off Kageyama’s fingers, quickly reaching over to the prop station for a condom, and hastily rolling it over Kageyama’s dick. Kageyama slicked himself up while Hinata turned around so they could be face-to-face. Hinata dug his fingers into Kageyama’s shoulders and gradually pushed himself onto him, eyes fluttering closed and mouth gasping as Kageyama filled him, hot and deep. To think that bliss was just at arms reach in moments when they were connected like this. Not that the moment would last considering their pace—Hinata had no interesting in drawing the moment out, he rocked himself onto Kageyama as quickly and hard as his legs could muster. Kageyama followed his lead, hands wrapping around Hinata’s dick, matching the jerk of his hands to the thrusts of his hips. It didn’t take long for them to come, spilling messily onto each other, Kageyama’s teeth on Hinata’s neck, and Hinata’s nails marking Kageyama’s back.   Yet, it wasn’t enough. That unbearable fire in their stomach, and tingle of their skin was still persistent. So they finished with something closer to home. Kageyama stood up and turned Hinata around, pressing his face to the lower part of the chair, driving into him again and again, hands firm and marking on his neck, hips unceasing until they were both completely spent.   Unsurprisingly, they left Club Silk with a slight wobble. But also with eager plans to soon return again.

He can’t get Kageyama’s dick all the way in him.

It wasn’t a big deal at first. Hinata has only had two other short-lived attempts at relationships, and neither had really gone far past heavy making out, which had generally been the end of any action, given his extreme and persistent awkwardness. The first, a high school girlfriend, had gotten a tongue up her nose after he’d panicked and tried to get too fancy. He’d punched his boyfriend in college in the crotch trying to figure out how to angle his body. They had both been very kind when they’d broken up with him, though, so he appreciates that.

Kageyama, on the other hand, is undeterred. No matter what catastrophe Hinata manages to incur, he shrugs it off, dodges any bodily injury, doesn’t seem at all swayed.

“If you think you can top the stuff I’ve seen at my job,” he usually says, “keep dreaming.”

It says a lot that they’d even gotten anywhere the first time they’d met—that Kageyama had managed to relax Hinata enough to finger him; finger, singular, being the key word here—but it was still one whole finger inside Hinata and he had come from it instead of being so embarrassed his balls shriveled up into his body and… that’s some kind of accomplishment. It’s a bigger accomplishment that Kageyama had wanted him to stay around, wanted to date him. He likes Hinata that much, somehow.

But Hinata really wants to sit on his cock, and this is proving to be more difficult than he’d like it to be.

The first attempt is a lesson in patience, except Hinata isn’t good at absorbing lessons.

“I want you,” he gasps, hands smoothing over Kageyama’s arms and back. He can’t stop shaking, body trembling uncontrollably. “Kageyama—please—”

Kageyama looks down at him with something like concern. “Hinata…”

“I’m ready,” Hinata vows. He feels completely stretched open, knows he is entirely prepared to take Kageyama’s considerable length, can’t wait to feel it inside him—

“I can barely fit two fingers in you,” Kageyama says, and Hinata’s dreams are dashed.

It turns out his particular brand of hyperventilatingly excited and debilitatingly nervous aren’t the best combination when it comes to anal. He tenses up his muscles like no one Kageyama has ever encountered, his boyfriend says, and that makes it hard enough to finger him, let alone fuck him.

They try everything. There is a long period of Kageyama making Hinata switch with him—he shows Hinata how to relax into it, how to open him up, how it’s entirely possible to relax and lay back and be pleasured. He shows Hinata how to find his prostate. The first time he watches Kageyama come completely undone, back arched off the bed as he moans in ecstasy, it shakes Hinata to his very core.

It takes longer to get Hinata inside him—the first time they attempt it, he’s so worked up by the way Kageyama says his name while Hinata fingers him, the way his eyes get so dilated and dark, that he comes as Kageyama is rolling the condom on him. It takes an hour for him to recover from his shame, curled up on the bed pantsless with Kageyama spooning him. He keeps breaking into helpless laughter every few minutes when he recalls the noise Hinata had made in an attempt to warn him to stop touching him.

“You sounded like a dog that got stepped on,” he wheezes into Hinata’s neck, planting a big, wet kiss there. Hinata squirms in his arms angrily.

He does eventually fuck Kageyama and it’s better than he could have hoped for, even if he doesn’t manage to make Kageyama come the first time. He knows Kageyama can get himself off, but it’s like an unspoken rule between them, that Kageyama doesn’t fake anything with Hinata. Kageyama doesn’t mind things being imperfect, and Hinata knows he’s not going to be great. But between them, it’s all real, and it’s going to get better.

Except Hinata isn’t getting better. He knows Kageyama doesn’t have a problem with it, but that doesn’t mean they both don’t want it, and it’s starting to feel hopeless. Each time he fails, he gets a little more desperate. The tipping point comes the day he tries to trick Kageyama into thinking he’s fine—when trying to take three fingers hurts, enough that his eyes are watering even while he tries to keep his voice steady. Kageyama (fortunately) is too experienced to fall for it.

This time, Kageyama doesn’t laugh at Hinata when he pulls him into his arms.

“It’s not like I’m going to disappear if we don’t do this,” he says firmly. He very graciously does not say anything about the way Hinata is sniffling into his chest. “Shouyou. You getting hurt is not sexy.”

“I’m not sexy,” Hinata says. “But I’m trying.”

Kageyama is quiet, before he asks, “Do I make you feel unsexy?”

“Huh?” Hinata asks. “No…” 

It’s a hard question to answer, though. Kageyama always seems to say he is sexiest when he isn’t meaning to be. It’s when he tries too hard, and usually fails, that Kageyama laughs or tells him to cut it out. And now he’s trying his hardest, and failing every time.

“Shit,” Kageyama murmurs, sensing the stillness in him. “Shouyou? I’m sorry.”

“It's—n-not you,” Hinata says, lower lip wobbling. Kageyama kisses it. “I just don't… it’s me, I know I’m not—and then I just can't—” His face is on fire.

“Okay,” Kageyama says, tucking Hinata’s head under his chin, “okay.”

Hinata doesn’t realize, yet, that okay means there is a plan forming.

A couple of weeks pass between that incident. They still have regular, mind-blowing sex, and all the other things that are, Hinata starts to realize, the real point of being together: instant ramen and anime dates, competitive toothbrushing when they stay over at each other’s places, taking evening walks together. He doesn’t mention his concerns again, and Kageyama doesn’t either. It’s not so bad, when Hinata isn’t constantly worried about it.

And then one day he knocks on the door to Kageyama’s apartment and Kageyama opens it, to greet him with one of the most blistering, intense kisses Hinata’s ever received. It takes his breath away.

The door is barely closed when Kageyama starts reaching for Hinata’s clothes, tugging his shirt off over his head so he can trail his fingers over Hinata’s back, goosebumps following in the wake of his touch.

“K-Kageyama?” Hinata says, bewildered. He’s gotten more used to how suddenly passionate Kageyama can be, without warning, but this is so unprompted. The urgency is making his head spin.

“Hey,” Kageyama says, sounding out of breath. “I’ve been—waiting, for you to get here.”

“You have?” Hinata asks, feeling thrilled.

“There’s something I want to try,” Kageyama says, “if you’re okay with it.”

Usually, it’s Hinata wanting to try new things—Kageyama has already seen and done it all, so he lets Hinata explore, always keeping him steady. It’s not often he proposes something, and Hinata shakes his head eagerly, not even bothered by the fact that he just walked in the door.

Kageyama leads him to the bedroom, and their clothes fall on the floor in a telltale trail, t-shirts, pants, underwear following. Kageyama is down to his underwear, and Hinata is completely stripped by the time they make it through the door—clearly, Kageyama knows what he’s after. In the room, Hinata sees it—a big, tall mirror propped against the wall across from the bed. He tilts his head, staring at the reflection of his own naked body.

“I, uh, borrowed it from work,” Kageyama says.

“What are we gonna do with it?” Hinata asks.

“You’re going to use it to watch,” Kageyama says, leaning in close to whisper in his ear, “as I fuck you.”

Hinata goes rigid, heart racing at his words. “We’re gonna do it?” he asks. “You know how to—”

“It’s still going to be up to you,” Kageyama warns him. “But, I had an idea.” He sits on the edge of the bed and beckons Hinata closer. Dubiously, Hinata approaches.

“I don’t… think being able to see myself,” he says, “is going to help very much.” Kageyama tugs Hinata closer, kisses his shoulders, and his collarbone, and his jaw, and it’s so nice Hinata almost forgets about all his uncertainties, until Kageyama turns him around, sitting him in his lap.

“Trust me a little bit,” Kageyama says. “Okay?”

This means Hinata is now staring straight at the mirror—straight at himself, very exposed in Kageyama’s lap, as Kageyama nuzzles against him, lips brushing his cheek, hands sliding over Hinata’s body. Hinata swallows, and his reflection swallows, too. He looks astoundingly nervous.

“I, um,” Hinata says, “do I have to—I mean, is there a reason—”

“Obviously,” Kageyama says. He bites Hinata’s ear, almost like he’s scolding him, and Hinata’s breath hitches as he watches Kageyama tug at his earlobe. His own chest rises and falls—it seems unnecessarily fast, like a frightened rabbit. He wills himself to breathe slower. “I wanted you to see how amazing you look.”

Hinata blinks rapidly. “I don’t—”

“You said you aren’t sexy, and that’s not true,” Kageyama says. “You say you’re trying to be sexy, but you don’t have to try.”

“That’s not—the point—” Hinata said, voice choked. He feels shaky and hot, but some of it is embarrassment. He wants to look away from the mirror but it’s impossible. He’s turning bright red, his face and his stomach and his thighs. He looks ridiculous.

“What is, then?” Kageyama asks. He trails the back of his hand coaxingly over the inside of Hinata’s thigh, knuckles sweeping up the crease of his hip. Hinata’s cock starts to harden and turn pink, and he wiggles.

“Sometimes,” he says, part explanation, part defiance, “I want to try. I want to be sexy, not just by accident. I want to turn you on on purpose.”

Kageyama looks straight ahead, meeting Hinata’s eyes in the mirror. “Then now’s your chance, Whole Milk.”

It’s a challenge, and Hinata can’t help but take the bait. He glares back at Kageyama’s reflection. “I’m gonna do it,” he tells him. “I want you all the way inside me, Tobio. He-help me get ready!”

Kageyama grins. “Good start.”

Several minutes later, he is very much starting to doubt his resolve. Kageyama fingering him is always good, because Kageyama is some kind of gold medalist at fingering, but—watching it happen is something else entirely.

“A-ah—” Hinata pants. He can see everything, has seen everything: Kageyama teasing his cock to get him to relax, slipping a hand in between his legs to circle his slick fingers around Hinata’s rim. He can see his own skin getting shiny from the lube, see the sweat rolling down his flushed thighs, which seem to twitch and tremble much more than he’s ever realized they did. It’s like he barely has to be touched to lose control. He remembers how much he likes it, when Kageyama falls apart under his hands.

“Still watching?” Kageyama asks him. “You can’t tell why I love doing this to you, yet?” He finally slides a finger a little way into Hinata’s body, and Hinata jerks. He can see the way his ass clenches around it, how the muscle tightens—Kageyama’s finger disappears inside him a little ways at a time and it’s as deeply mesmerizing as it is shocking.

“I’m—I—”

“You’re already so open,” Kageyama says. “Look—” He pushes his finger all the way in, and crooks it inside Hinata, brushing his prostate. Hinata cries out, back arching—he watches their reflection, stunned. He didn’t know he could bend like that.

Kageyama has him on two fingers in what feels like no time at all, and Hinata mewls and gasps as he feels and sees himself being stretched open, writhing in Kageyama’s lap. In the mirror, he can see exactly what he’s doing, and the way Kageyama reacts. He can see that his moans make Kageyama mouth at his skin, that his shudders make Kageyama’s fingers speed up inside him, that touching Kageyama’s thighs or his arm make his breath speed up in Hinata’s ear.

“I’m going to use three,” Kageyama says, and Hinata nods shakily. The third finger doesn’t hurt. It just makes him need more.

“I think about it all the time,” Hinata mumbles, as Kageyama pistons three whole fingers in him, spreading Hinata’s entrance every time he buries them fully. He strokes Hinata’s cock slowly with his other hand, keeping him dazed with pleasure. His hands look big on Hinata, now that he can see it straight on—working over his shaft and inside him, nice and large and strong. “Whenever I touch you I try to memorize it. So I can imagine what you’d be like inside me.”

This makes Kageyama grin, but he hides it in Hinata’s hair. Hinata almost starts to feel embarrassed, until Kageyama’s voice rumbles in his ear, more hoarse than usual.

“God, I can’t wait to finally fucking show you.”

Hinata gasps at that, biting his lip as his cock twitches, heat pooling dangerously in his stomach. But Kageyama pulls out of him, shushing him, pressing kisses to his shoulder. He has to maneuver to get his underwear off, but then Hinata feels him, hot against the cleft of his ass.

It’s finally going to happen. He’s going to have Kageyama’s cock in him.

“How are you feeling?” Kageyama asks, as he rolls on a condom and slicks a generous amount of lube over himself. “Okay? You look good—you look so good…”

Hinata whimpers, as Kageyama positions him over the head of his cock. He can see how thick it is in the mirror, and sucks in a breath.

“We’re going to go slow,” Kageyama tells him, fingers caressing his stomach. “You’re going to watch me go deep inside you, Shouyou, do you still want that?”

Hinata nods vigorously. Cautiously, Kageyama helps him sit back down, and then he’s looking, eyes wide, as the head of Kageyama’s cock disappears right into him, pushes inside him to open him up just a little more. He freezes.

“Okay,” Kageyama says, and Hinata remembers to breathe. “That feels so fucking—incredible—”

“It’s—it’s barely in—” Hinata whispers.

“You’re so tight,” Kageyama tells him. His voice sounds shaky. “You sure you’re okay?”

It doesn’t hurt yet—it’s just a lot. And there’s going to be so much more. He’s trying so hard and he doesn’t want to screw it up—

“Shou, I need you,” Kageyama pleads, and that snaps him out of it. Kageyama leans his forehead against Hinata’s back, helpless. “If you—if you can—”

“I can,” Hinata says. He’s trying really hard, and Kageyama still likes it. He’s not failing, even if all he’s not failing at is taking a cock up the ass. He can do this.

He presses down more and Kageyama groans, long and low. His hand splays across Hinata’s belly, and Hinata threads their fingers together, puffing his cheeks out as he goes. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t look very sexy right now, but he can see that it’s Kageyama who isn’t watching, currently. He has his eyes closed, mouth open as he gasps, every time Hinata sinks a little bit lower.

And it all kind of pales in comparison to what it looks like, watching every hot, thick inch of him going inside Hinata—until there’s just no more left to take. Until he can lean back against Kageyama’s chest, fully triumphant, and triumphantly full.

Kageyama presses his cheek to Hinata’s. They gaze at each other in the mirror for a long time, long enough that it makes Hinata start to smile unwittingly, until he’s grinning bashfully at their reflection.

“How is it?” Kageyama asks him.

Hinata presses down on his stomach, where he feels heavy and tight. “Told you I’d do it.”

“Mmm. You like it?”

Hinata nods. “A lot. Can you move?”

The pace Kageyama sets is slow at first. He is still careful to test the waters, to let Hinata adjust to every cautious thrust. It feels strangely awesome, having something so large pressing inside all of him. The steady pace makes his hips roll in sync with Kageyama’s; it looks obscene, with the way his cock bobs against his stomach, Kageyama’s hands gripping underneath his thighs to keep him spread open wide. It looks…

“Sexy…” Hinata breathes, and Kageyama growls into his ear,

“This is why I said to trust me.”

Hinata moans. “You can—go harder—” He wants to feel it. He wants to get fucked.

Kageyama builds up to it, hips rocking faster, thrusts pounding more intense—but what Hinata isn’t ready for is the moment he lifts him, biceps flexing as he picks Hinata up enough to bounce him in his lap, his cock sliding slickly in and out of Hinata’s hole. Hinata shouts, head falling back in a haze of bliss. He’s nearly at his limit, after so much stimulation, but Kageyama grabs his chin and forces him to look back at the mirror.

“Oh, god,” Hinata says. He looks fucked out of his mind, which is completely accurate. It’s so hard to keep his eyes open, but he can’t look away from the place they’re joined, where Kageyama’s cock disappears into him over and over. “Oh, my god, To—Tobio, Tobio—”

“You’re taking me so good, Shouyou,” Kageyama pants. “You look perfect, you always look perfect for me—”

“I th-think I’m gonna come—” Hinata says, “I want to—I wanna come on your cock—”

And to his shock, it’s Kageyama who finishes first, swearing at his words as his thrusts judder out of rhythm. They’re hard and sharp, and Hinata chokes as Kageyama rubs insistently inside him. Kageyama wraps his fingers around his leaking cock, to add to the sensation, stroking him too fast for Hinata to bear it. He jerks in Kageyama’s arms, and then spills, splattering his abdomen as he comes hard, thoughts blanking out finally, leaving him in a silent, shivering rush.

When he finally comes back to his senses, Kageyama is holding him tight. Hinata pats his arm softly and his grip eases up—barely.

“That was amazing,” Hinata says, before Kageyama can ask. Kageyama leans his forehead against his neck and sighs.

“It better be, after I stole that mirror,” he says. Hinata laughs in delight.

“You can take it back, I think.” Their reflections look utterly wrecked. And satisfied. He reaches back, to slide his fingers through Kageyama’s hair. “I… think I’m okay now. I believe you.”

“Or maybe,” Kageyama says contemplatively, “we can buy one ourselves. I definitely didn’t mind this.”

Hinata agrees this is an excellent plan.

Later, after they’ve cleaned up and showered, and are standing in the kitchen heating up water for food, Kageyama says, “Do you want to know how I know you’re sexy?”

Hinata opens the package of frozen dumplings he’s been struggling with too forcefully. “What? How?”

“At my job, most of the time to get off, I had to think about something else,” Kageyama says. “Think about good porn, or what I wanted to do, or how I’d get myself off.”

“Okay…” Hinata says, not understanding yet.

“Now,” Kageyama says, taking the package of dumplings from him, “I just think about being with you.”

It was a good instinct, grabbing the dumplings, because Hinata would have dropped them. He smacks Kageyama on the arm with a wooden ladle. “Why didn’t you say that sooner?!”

Kageyama wrinkles his nose. “It was too sappy.”

“That’s the point, Kageyama!”

“I thought you wanted to feel sexy,” Kageyama says, “not mushy.”

He is probably teasing, Hinata realizes, judging by the way he laughs as Hinata continues to try and jab him with the spoon. That’s the good thing about Kageyama, though. He can make Hinata feel sexy in a lot of different ways; but the nicest part is that he always makes Hinata feel wanted, sex appeal or no.

There’s more Whole Milk AU misadventures here on my Tumblr!