ehvie i've been thinking about kageyama and how he loves seeing his girl's reactions. you know, when he's on the court and is having a really good game, or when he tells an unhinged joke, or even when he tickles your sides. you're very expressive and he loves seeing it, kind of like this direct contrast to his stoic nature. but, you know, he gets reaaally feral when he elicits reactions from you in bed... especially when he talks you through it...
oh, he would be obsessed. actually, when you first started dating, he wasn't sure how to feel about it. he was a little worried he'd find it overwhelming! but he quickly realizes he loves it. kageyama's straightforward, often too literal, and he finds it comforting that he doesn't have to guess where he stands with you.
when he's played well, he knows you'll be waiting to greet him with endless kisses to his face (yes, in front of everyone. he had to get used to pda with you. a worthy sacrifice, he thinks.) when he brings you your favorite flowers, he knows your eyes will light up in excitement. he knows you'll huff in annoyance and groan when he texts you that practice has run over and he'll be late arriving to your door, but he also knows he can get a better reaction out of you by, well, making it up to you.
this man lives for every little noise, every breath, every motion he can pull from you. loses his damn mind at the small gasp when he finally puts it in. his head spins when he feels your nails digging into his biceps or his shoulders. and don't even think about trying to bite back a moan. he doesn't play that game.
"so pretty," he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "that's it. feels good?"
he's not much of a talker during the act; i think he's more of a moaner or groaner. but when your eyes shut blissfully as he coaxes you on and he feels you clench around him, he'll keep it up.
"tell me," he urges, lips pressing to your jaw. "let me hear you."
of every reaction he can pull from you, though, his favorite is hearing you cry out his name. he won't be happy until you're repeating it like a prayer as he sends you over the edge, holding onto him like he's all you've got.
maybe he is. he'd be fine with that.
