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Home, Tooru has come to find, can be a lot of things.
Miyagi, with its familiarity, and where his roots reside despite everything. Even if at times it feels like a distant memory, a place where every game he ever played felt like war and every time he lost felt like dying, it could never be something he looks back at and only thinks of the things that he should have done different, or of the things he shouldn't have said, the feelings that were never just negative.
Its collection of places made Tooru into the man he is now, Kitagawa and Seijoh, his family home, the Volleyball center, Iwaizumi's house. All of them are home, one way or the other.
People too, can be home. His family, who always believed in him, who he told he'd leave to the other side of the world to chase his dreams and only ever offered encouragement, and promises of always having his back.
Iwaizumi, his voice of reason, the man who still calls him to shout at him not to overwork himself. Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who cheer for Argentina even when they're playing against Japan. His team from Seijoh and every coach that's ever looked at him and saw potential.
And nowadays, his prime example of a home can only be Argentina, with its vibrant colors and talented people, the way it welcomed him, a complete stranger to its language and traditions with open arms.
There is a little bit of home in a hundred of places, in a hundred of people, and this fact used to terrify Tooru, back when he thought his dreams had to start and end in Japan. Now, with the weight of the things he's accomplished, it's easier to accept the things he could never have for what they are, "what if's" that don't matter in the long run.
And so, home can be his mother's kitchen, Iwaizumi's backyard, the beaches back in Brazil, or the balcony of his apartment in San Juan.
It can be this, too: a king-sized bed with Kageyama Tobio tangled between its sheets.
His black hair, his hand intertwined with his, the slight curve of his mouth when he tries to appear as if he's not smiling, his voice, monotone at times and heated if Tooru's successful on getting a rise out of him. His moans and breathy whines, the gorgeous arch of his spine when Tooru moves just right, the blush on his cheeks when he's embarrassed- everything about his Tobio is like coming home, no matter how little or how long time they spend apart, it's always the same feeling of relief that invades him when he sees him again. Of being right where he's supposed to be.
"Ah, so impatient." Tooru chastises, with no right to do it at all in the first place. Not when he had been the one to ambush Tobio first thing first when they finally got to the comfort of his apartment, the hypocrisy of his own statement doesn't go unnoticed, which is why he laughs just a little louder than normal when the man scowls at him. "You're not a teenager anymore, Tobio-chan. Have some decorum."
Not feeling generous enough to allow him to respond -not like he needed to hear whatever rude retort he was bound to make in reiteration to his teasing- Tooru opts to shut him up with a kiss.
The kiss is far more relaxed than the firsts they shared as soon as they had some resemblance of privacy, but it still carries the same heavy unsaid feelings of longing, both haven't had their share yet.
So, it's a good thing they're far from over tonight.
Tobio's jacket lays somewhere in the corridor down to his room, and Tooru's thankful he started undressing the man right before they decided to take their activities to the bed. As he's now blessed with his naked torso.
Slowly, he makes his way down, down, down, commits to memory every tremble and shudder, every little noise that comes from Tobio's mouth.
"Pretty, gorgeous Tobio-chan." And truly, what a sight, to have Kageyama Tobio under him, looking at him as if he's never known anything better than Tooru. "Tell me what you want. Let me hear you."
"Oikawa-san." Nothing but a mere whisper, and yet, Tooru understands it loud and clear. "Please."
He squeezes Tobio's hips, dragging him impossibly closer.
Despite being taller, Tobio remains thinner than him, sharper. Not to say his physique is anything but optimal for an athlete of his caliber, of course.
You probably would need to kill him before making Tobio nothing but an obsessive freak when it comes to his health and condition. As much as he hates to admit it, Tooru is the type of man who will ditch a morning run in order to get just a little more sleep every now and then, whereas Tobio will wake at five in the morning and bolt out of his apartment before his alarm can even sound, always.
Carefully, in part to see him shiver and in part to better appreciate the soft, milky skin, Tooru traces Tobio's sides, relishing in the beautiful breathy noises his touch elicits.
Tooru could stare at him for hours on end, though, sooner or later, he probably would go insane from doing just that. As much as staring is fun, touching is a million times better.
He might tease Tobio about his impatience at times, but he can be exactly like him, if not worse, depending on the situation.
Tooru drums his fingers against his hips, and his long legs part gracefully, allowing him to accommodate swiftly between them.
He bends down, mouthing Tobio's chest, his hand trailing to his lover's cock, lazily stroking him through his clothing as he starts sucking on marks along any visible skin.
"Are you being this slow on purpose?" Tobio huffs out after a while, annoyance and arousement mixing into his tone. He jerks his hips up, vainly trying to get more friction from Tooru's hand. Such a brat, even if he's twenty-five, just shy of twenty-six.
He rolls his eyes, terribly endeared. It's a little difficult to think there are people out there scared of Tobio, who think of him as this imposing and unmoving figure. If only they knew the way his voice gets all high and breathy when he whines for Tooru to fuck him until he can't remember his own name, if only they could see him now, all pretty and red on his bed.
It's for the better, though, since it will be Tooru's best kept secret until the day that he dies. This sweet and annoying side of Tobio no one but him is allowed to have.
"Tobio-chan, you want it so bad." He singsongs, always one to indulge in old habits. What's life about, if he can't tease Tobio to his heart contents anytime he so pleases? "So eager, aren't you?"
He expects to get kicked, at worse, or insulted, at best. Instead, Tobio puts a heavy hand on the back of his neck, fingers scratching softly at his nape.
"Well, how can I not be?" Tobio mutters, staring right at him. "I've missed you."
It used to annoy him to no end, the way he would always speak with such unprompted honesty. Tobio has always been someone who speaks of what he thinks and knows, with no regards for anything else, not because he's uncaring by nature, but for the way he's always perceived the world without any filter whatsoever. If he's hungry, he'll eat, if he's tired, he'll sleep.
If he's missed Tooru, he'll show him.
Things like that had made it difficult at first, to come to terms with this new version of Tobio and himself, this reality of being together. He's honest, but he's too much of a simpleton to understand more complex feelings or situations, sometimes, he needs help to find his way to the correct answer.
But he's nothing if not stubborn, and through hell and back, he tries to find some sort of middle ground for them, so they can both see the bigger picture. Now, he understands Tobio, rather than the poor concept he had of a genius kid that was made out of pure talent and nothing else.
(Now, he sees the human behind the myth, not just a King because heaven made it that way, but because he's fought with tooth and nail to deserve his crown, it is in his blood, to rule and command, but he loves the game, and lives for it, even if it wasn't innate, this power of his, Tooru knows he would have still found his rightful place on his throne, would have heard his call no matter what.)
A childish part of him, though, wants to gloat about it. 'Aw, little Tobio-chan missed me? Was he counting down the seconds until he could see his precious Oikawa-san?'
But there is something to say about ocean eyes staring at him as if he trusts him enough to not drown in them. He surrenders, as he does more often than not when it's like this. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" With that, he pushes himself off the bed, rummaging through his nightstand for condoms and lube. "Let's make up for our time apart, then."
A hand creeps up from his thigh to his stomach, pinching him, but he's in a good enough mood to not swat away Tobio when he laughs as he tries to do it a second time.
Tobio snorts when Tooru looks at him to hand him a condom, the flush and the smile on his face make him look soft. He fights the urge to kiss him stupid, if only because he can't find the stupid fucking lube he knows he left in there, too.
"Well, I'm not the one stalling," with that, he moves close enough to leave a kiss on Tooru's forearm, long eyelashes flutter suggestively at him, "so if you could get to it, Oikawa-san."
Stupid brat, he thinks, though he can't quite hide the way he desperately climbs up the bed again when Tobio forcefully takes the lube from his hands once he finds it.
"Just how many times do I have to teach you about foreplay, Tobio-chan?" He tuts, capturing his lips on a quick kiss before he starts undressing.
"You offered to give me a handjob on our way back." He deadpans, helping him out of his jeans. "What happened to foreplay, then?"
Tooru hums, feigning innocence. "That doesn't sound like something I would do, Tobio-chan." He sucks on a spot right under Tobio's ear, relishes in the beautiful keening sound he makes. "Don't lie to make yourself look good, that's way too-"
In one swift movement, Tobio takes a handful of his hair and tugs, just enough so he can force a grunt out of Tooru's mouth.
"Sorry, Oikawa-san." He mutters, his grip slackening. "Force of habit."
Tooru smirks, hands making quick work of getting Tobio out of the rest of his ugly tracksuit and underwear as soon as humanly possible. "To believe they let brats like you walk around, acting all high and mighty, thinking they own the world."
He slicks up his fingers, watches Tobio watch him until a finger going inside him forces him to break eye contact.
That doesn't stop him from being a stubborn fuck, though, because he quickly regains his composure, taking Tooru by the chin so he can nip at it.
"Don't I?" Tobio breaths, smiling the way Tooru likes it better: genuinely.
Not the ugly one he forces when he's having his picture taken, but the one that stretches all big on his face.
Tooru memorizes the outline of his lips before he kisses him.
More beautiful than any painting, this perfect man under him. His Tobio, his home. His forever.
The things he'd do to him- the things he would let Tobio do to him-
Between everything, it's this reciprocity that Tooru cherishes the most when it comes to their relationship, in the past, he would have taken without giving anything back, just so he could protect himself, so he could always have the upper hand. Now, he wants everything so he can give everything away, so he is Tobio's as much as he is Tooru's.
"Tobio, look at me." He asks, begs, really. It's a little difficult to breath, when he has all these words clogging up his throat, begging for a way out so they can make themselves known in this space they're lucky enough to call theirs. "Don't you dare take your eyes off me, okay?"
The sentiment on his words is utterly familiar, and it's a little funny just how much he means his words, not just in this particular context, but always. Always has, always will.
I love you, I can't believe there was a time where you weren't mine, let me take care of you, let me stay by your side forever, Tobio, Tobio, Tobio, won't you-
"Oikawa-san, Oikawa- fuck," He moans, he already has three fingers stretching him open, and he still sucks him in, moves his hips deliriously, trying to get him deeper, because it's not enough. It won't be until it's Tooru's cock inside him, until they're united in the most primitive of ways, "please, ah-"
Tobio was born insatiable, whereas Tooru had come to this world starving, so it's always been hunger what they have the most in common. There was a time that this mirrored desire of theirs was what kept them apart, now, that they both know the world is wide enough to accommodate their greedy wants, it's easy to fall for each other without any fear at all.
"I've missed you too, Tobio."
He doesn't say anything, and there's no need for words when calloused hands make themselves home as they encircle his neck, making sure he never strays away, even if that's the last thing Tooru could ever want.
Slowly, he takes out his fingers. Grabs the condom and quickly rips it open. And when he casts a glance towards him, a silent question, the nod Tobio throws his way is all the permission he needs.
Only when he's completely flushed against Tobio, does he allow himself to breath, it's definitely not the first time they do this, but Tooru feels already at his limit, distance does make the heart grow fonder, and in moments like this, when all that truly matters is that he's one with his boyfriend, is when Tooru realizes exactly how much he loves the man in his bed.
"Dios, te sientes tan bien," Tooru groans, it's a conscious effort, to speak in his second language in this moment where all coherent thoughts are a jumble of Tobio and mine, but the reaction it elicits it's one he wanted (needed, almost) to see tonight, so it's all worth it. He thanks every God in the sky that Shouyou told him it's a certain setter's debility to hear him speak Spanish. "¿Puedes creer que tengo al mundo entero aquí entre mis brazos? Me haces tan feliz, Tobio, amor mío, rey de mi corazón."
Tobio sobs, mouth wide open when Tooru starts slipping out just to go back in in the same beat, whispering sweet nothings right into his ear, "come on, Tooru, give it to me, please-"
I'll give you everything, he thinks, a mantra of sorts, anything you want.
Losing himself in the feel of Tobio, Tooru finds himself overwhelmed by an idea, it flashes through his mind so suddenly and violently, and it's exactly what tips him over the edge.
Hanging between the land of the dead and the alive, Tooru -freshly refreshed and changed- comes back to their room to Tobio more asleep than awake, cocooned in his blanket, not bothering to spare him a glance until he feels the dip of the bed when he sits on it.
Surprisingly, instead of muttering a soft 'night' and let himself fall to the land of dreams, Tobio hugs him by the waist, letting his chin rest on Tooru's stomach so he can look up at him. "I really needed this. Thank you, Oikawa-san."
Tooru raises an eyebrow, leaving a chaste kiss on Tobio's forehead. "What? Some good dick?"
Looking frightening similar to a certain athletic trainer friend of his, Tobio tsks as he glares at him, effectively shutting Tooru up.
They spend a second like that, blue and brown locked in together.
"You," he says at last, his finger pokes at Tooru's chest, "here, with me."
He nods, waiting. Home, the way Tobio looks so fondly at him, his disheveled hair and glowy skin. Tooru knows, he would never want anything else, nothing that isn't this man with him.
"It's not the same," Tobio whispers, his hand tracing lazy circles on Tooru's collarbones, "even if we talk or text daily. I still find myself missing stupid things like these," vaguely, he gestures around with his hand, "the smell of your cologne, the warmth of your hands, even the way you breath-"
Home, Argentina's summer and Miyagi's winter. The sweet taste of milk bread, the bitterness of Blanco's favorite coffee.
Kageyama Tobio, well-fucked and pliant and vulnerable, offering Tooru his heart like it's the easiest thing in the world.
"Everything feels... less, when you're not here."
"...oh."
And he leaves it at that, unable to muster anything else as a reply.
Again, he remembers the image he saw just a few moments before, this sudden idea that doesn't even feel new, it's almost like it's been waiting for the perfect time to show itself.
"Forget it," he quickly backtracks when Tooru continues to stare in silence, he looks embarrassed and has a familiar scowl on his face, which tells Tooru he's regretting saying anything in the first place, "it's stupid. I know we can't help having busy schedules, and it's not like we don't do enough already to make time for each other during the off-season and-"
He shakes his head and clenches his fists, relaxing his hands right away as he entangles them on black strands.
"I love you," Tooru interrupts, his voice clear and unwavering. This above all, is the one thing Tobio should never doubt about him, "more than you could ever fathom possible."
Painted in intense red, Tobio couldn't look any prettier than he does in that moment.
He opens his mouth, and battles with himself for a moment as he searches through his mind for a perfect comeback. One he will never find, because he never does, and Tooru doesn't think there could ever be a day in which he leaves Tobio's side without thinking of coming back to him.
"I love you more." He retorts lamely. Always competitive, this man of his.
Tobio's going to be the death of him, sooner or later. It's a little comforting to think it like that, if he's honest. "Come here, Tobio."
He falls without any grace into Tooru's open arms, inhaling and exhaling deeply once he finds a comfortable position on top of him when he finally lays down.
"You're so cute, Tobio-chan." Tooru mutters, home, here, with Tobio. Forever by his side doesn't sound enough, Tooru thinks he'll always want more, still, it'll make do for now. Insatiable, he's sure where he learned that from. "The cutest Tobio-chan in the whole world."
"Shut up."
"No one will ever be as cute and adorable as my little Tobio-chan. Mi vida, todo mío."
"Shut up!"
"And," home, home, home, he can't stop thinking about it. It's like an itch that won't go away until he does something about it. "I get what you mean."
And he can, get rid of the itch. He wants to.
Tobio huffs, properly charmed even if he won't ever say it out loud, "I'm glad."
...he's not completely sure he should, though.
Exactly forty-seven seconds go by with them just basking in each other's company before Tooru can't take it anymore.
"Tobio." He calls. It's late, and they haven't had dinner yet. Maybe they should order takeout, or Tooru could cook something for them. "You're my biggest accomplishment, you know that?"
This isn't something he should do on a whim, he knows. It's most definitely, not something Tooru himself would do on a whim, he's always been romantic at heart, and when it comes to Tobio, he's always done the best of the best for him. Whether be it dates or anniversaries, he loves to spoil Tobio rotten.
But today, it couldn't be any more perfect, even if he spent hours and days thinking how to do it, it feels like he couldn't top this, this mundane and unique moment.
"Would you-" He bites his tongue, and pauses for a beat. He's not nervous, not quite, but it's only when the words come stumbling out of his mouth does he fully understand the severity of them, "Would you marry me?"
He doesn't expect a response right away, so he takes advantage of Tobio's silence to keep going. Though, he quickly finds he's not exactly sure how to continue.
"It's only natural, I believe." He stops, again. Tooru can almost hear Iwaizumi laughing at him for being tongue-tied. So pathetic, Trashykawa. "Like- natural progression, as they often say. Um, the next step, even."
He closes his eyes, mentally slapping himself. Where is he even going with this?
"Not like we have to, that's not what I'm saying! Sure, if you asked my mom or my sister, they would probably tell you I should be already married, hell, even Takeru loves making fun of me because I haven't tightened the knot yet," get to the point, Stupidkawa! "what I'm trying to say is- I want to have more, I want the whole world to know you're mine, I want a forever with you, Tobio."
Tooru waits, counting down every time he exhales and inhales.
Nothing, not even a single twitch to evidence what the man in his arms is feeling.
Tooru exhales shakily. "Please, Tobio. Say something, anything, break my heart if you will, but you have to tell me what you think of-"
The words die right on his mouth when he finally dignifies to look right at his boyfriend instead of talking into the air like a coward.
Because-
He expected something like surprise written all over his boyfriend's face, pure astonishment at being proposed to so out of the blue, maybe something like anger, if only because it's something they haven't discussed beforehand. Hell, maybe laughter, because it's not beyond Tobio to think this could be a prank.
Instead Tobio's-
He's-
He's asleep.
Tooru laughs so hard it startles Tobio awake.
This stupid man of his, Tooru's so in love with him it's almost sickening.
"Just how old are you, Tobio-chan? It strikes midnight and you shut off immediately?!" He whines in between gasps, falls laughing all over again as he takes in Tobio's confused face. "We were just talking! How did you even manage to fall asleep so quickly?!"
Looking like he doesn't even know where he is, much less why Tooru is chocking in between chuckles, he blinks and looks around as if that'll help him understand the situation he suddenly finds himself in. "Wha-" Instead of letting him process it, though, Tooru grabs him the hips and hauls him until he's sitting on his lap. He tightens his grip when Tobio starts trashing around, now pissed instead of confused. "The fuck are you doing! Let me go!"
"Tobio-chan." Tooru laughs, hiding his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. God, he feels like exploding. He's so, so lucky. "Fuck, fuck!"
"What the fuck." Tobio says, but he's stopped struggling. Likely, he's now planning ten different ways to get back at Tooru for waking him up, if he's not careful, he'll replace his hair products with the cheap ones he uses. "What's wrong with you-"
"Marry me, Tobio."
Home is a lot of different places, people. A million different things that have shaped him into the man he is today.
And Tooru wants it to be this, too.
Tobio, the man he's spent as much time chasing as he has running away from, this stupid genius that makes him want to wake up every day and be better, both as a person and as a professional. He wants a forever home with this man he'll never get bored of.
He smiles brightly when he hears him suck in a breath, and lets himself be guided by familiar hands so he's face to face with him.
There's a calculating glint on Tobio's eyes, he searches in Tooru's features for the slightest hint of a joke. He should be offended, but he's too mesmerized by the obvious hope in Tobio to even consider it.
When he doesn't find anything but truthfulness on him, Tobio puts a hand over his mouth.
"You- that's not fu- fuck, what?! Tooru." Whatever he was trying to say is forgotten when blue eyes start watering, instead of trying to talk, everything in Tobio goes straight to trying his hardest to not cry. He nods. "Yes! Yes, of course I will, ugh, fuck you- bastard-"
Something in Tooru eases when he hears those simple words, and he's not capable on keeping his usual persona when he feels his own eyes starting to burn. "Don't cuss me out while telling me you'll marry me, Tobio."
His fiancé snorts. It's music to his ears.
"I need to tell Hinata." Tobio sobs after a second. He runs his hands over his face, and he looks awful, Tooru has never wanted to kiss him more than he does right now. "Fuck, I have to call Miwa, oh my God- she's going to fucking kill you."
"Iwa-chan will too." He mutters, letting himself cry for the solely reason that he knows Tobio will forget about his own tears in order to wipe off his.
When he cups his cheek, Tooru puts his hand over Tobio's, leaving a kiss on the open palm.
"I love you."
Tobio kisses him, and it's like coming back home.