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Kageyama knew that Hinata was… extra. He was over the top and strange in basically everything he did, like he always needed to be drawing attention to himself. Be it the way he talked (extremely loudly, which was really grating to the ears after even just five minutes), the way he walked (like he was bouncing on air), or the way he looked (his hair was so irritatingly orange that he stood out like a highlighter when he was in the sun.)
It was because of this fact that maybe Kageyama should have realised that living with Hinata would also be strange and over the top. Hinata couldn’t cook for shit, but he still attempted to make every weird recipe he could find. The amount of times Kageyama had come into the kitchen late at night, only to find Hinata struggling to choke down a meal where he'd forgotten half the ingredients and burnt the ones he did have, but was too stubborn to throw it away, was staggering.
Hinata once broke a plate while washing the dishes because he got distracted by a bird outside the window and it slipped out of his hands. Enough said.
He was pretty much useless at every chore. But he could tell Hinata always felt guilty when Kageyama took over for him. Because of this, he decided to let Hinata be in charge of laundry. It was simple enough, even for him, and he seemed to be able to get it done pretty well. Kageyama was a little shocked to find that not a single one of his white shirts had turned pink or something.
Well, that was until he started noticing things going… missing. The first time he actually noticed was when he was rooting through his closet trying to find a specific sweater. It was dark blue and had some sort of print on the front. And it… wasn’t there.
Kageyama didn’t own too many clothes. Most of it was workout clothing, and then the rest was majorly for lounging around in. It all tended to blend in together, all in sort of dark, muted colours.
He wouldn’t realise if anything was unaccounted for. Not unless he was looking for something specifically.
He leaned back, a few shirts covering the floor that he’d yanked out during his search. Where was it? When was the last time he’d even worn it? Kageyama let out a huff. That dumbass Hinata had probably lost it in the wash.
He stood up and stomped towards Hinata’s door, giving it a few thumps. Nothing. With a little growl, Kageyama repeated his action. Still nothing.
Oh. Right. Hinata wasn’t home. He was out with his friends or something.
Kageyama thought about it for a few seconds, was it really worth it? He glanced at the clock on the wall - he needed to be out of the house in ten minutes, and he wanted his damn sweatshirt.
He pushed open the door and his senses were immediately pummelled with the scent of tangerines and warm, sickly sweet chocolate.
He didn’t go into Hinata’s room all that much. This was one of the reasons why. It was hard to sit in a room like that without getting light headed.
Kageyama pushed through after steeling himself, and began to glance around. He figured Hinata might have misplaced it among his own clothing. He scrunched his nose as he walked through the room, trying to see if he could catch a whiff of his own scent.
His eyes drifted over the walls, the posters and pictures that covered them, then to the floor, which was honestly a little cleaner than he’d expected. Next, he spotted the bed. Which… well, that was weird.
It was lacking a nest. Well there was kind of something there. A few pillows, a plushie or two, and a fluffy blanket, all arranged into a sort of semi-circle.
It was incredibly bare-bones for an omega’s nest. Which was really weird. He’d seen Hinata create make-shift nests on the couch when settling down to watch a movie, he was pretty sure Hinata was fond of nesting. But… maybe not?
Well, he didn’t really have the time to dwell on it. A glance at his phone told him he only had five more minutes.
It was at that moment, as he turned around to continue his search, that his nose caught something.
A little hint of smoky wood and tart lemon.
There was no mistaking it. It was Kageyama’s scent. So his shirt was in here!
He let his nose lead him across the room, and over to the closet. Must be in with Hinata’s clothes.
Kageyama threw the doors of the closet open, and nearly collapsed as he was hit with another huge wave of orange citrus. He shoved a hand over his nose, spluttering. His eyes squinted open and he took in the sight of… a pile of pillows?
Inside Hinata's closet, there seemed to be at least five blankets, eight pillows and two stuffed animals. That wasn’t mentioning the clothing, which was what most people had in their closets. It was just that most people didn’t have dirty laundry in… well, what was most definitely a nest, in their closet.
Most people didn’t have their roommates dirty gym clothes in their closets either. Hinata did, Kageyama realised. He hadn’t even noticed he was missing most of this stuff, but looking closely he spotted more and more of his own clothes. Those were his damn socks!
Kageyama stood awkwardly in front of the closet. “The fuck?” He muttered.
Now that he’d been standing there a while, his nose had started to get used to the heavy chocolate and tangerine, and he could pick out his own scent amongst it. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck, glancing around. He quickly shoved his hand into the pile and grabbed around until he finally found his sweater. It felt like a big invasion of privacy, so much so that the tips of his ears had gone red, but he wanted his sweater back, okay?
He quickly closed the closet door and left the room, silently bringing the sweater to his nose. He could practically taste hot cocoa on his tongue. He thought about asking - no, telling - Hinata to give back all of his clothes, but his eyes found the clock and he found that he was ten minutes late - already?
He shoved the sweater in his own closet - he couldn’t wear it while it was so thoroughly soaked in Hinata’s scent, he’d have to go without - and rushed out the door. All thoughts of Hinata’s weird closet nest filled with Kageyama’s clothes left his mind. For now.
_______
Hinata’s always been sort of… unique with his nesting habits. Even when he was a pup, he’d drag every soft object he could find into the most obscure crevices he could find. Over the years, his parents had grown used to it.
A nest behind the curtains? Underneath their Christmas tree during the holidays? In the paddling pool? (That one had been a mistake, all of his precious nesting materials had gotten soaked, a few things had to be thrown away. He was inconsolable for weeks.) Well, that was all just normal Shouyou!
He probably should have grown out of something like that, however as he grew, and eventually presented as an omega, the urge seemed to become even stronger.
He was pretty successful in hiding it, which he had to, because it was kind of embarrassing. There were a few risky moments throughout middle school and highschool, like that time he started nesting in his locker. His locker! He couldn’t even get inside of it!
Hinata didn’t really understand his instincts, but he couldn’t quite control them either. Maybe he should have considered that fact a little more when he asked Kageyama if he wanted to share an apartment.
It had seemed like common sense to ask Kageyama. Kagayama is his best friend, even if they both refuse to admit it to anyone else. Even if they refuse to admit it to each other most of the time. And they have very similar schedules, and living together meant that Hinata could ask Kageyama for a toss anytime he wanted! It was hard for Kageyama to ignore him as well, if he was knocking on his bedroom door rather than blowing up his phone with texts.
And living with Kageyama had turned out to be a good idea! For the most part, anyway.
When Kageyama put him in charge of laundry, things changed a little.
Suddenly Hinata had a lump of pure alpha musk in his arms. He’s been familiar with Kageyama’s scent for years now. He’s had to be. Playing sports causes you to work up a sweat and all that. He wasn’t new to the sensation of burnt wood and something like lemon scented cleaning products filling his nose. Just not usually like this. Not usually on a physical object in his arms.
It took everything in him not to bury his nose into every load of laundry before putting them in the washing machine. He always felt a little bad cleaning them free of the intoxicating odours.
It was one day, one like any other, when Hinata was feeling a little distracted, that he realised he’d accidentally forgotten to put one of Kageyama’s shirts in the washing machine!
It was one he’d worn for practice yesterday, still ripe with the scent of his sweat.
Oh, that was probably the worst thought that had ever passed through Hinata’s mind.
He gripped the shirt a little tighter. Kageyama probably wouldn’t notice if it went missing… It was just a plain white t-shirt. Just like many others he had in his closet. He wouldn’t realise if Hinata happened to take it.
Before he’d even realised it, the shirt was in his nest.
Right, his nest.
Since moving in, Hinata had tried to keep his nesting habits normal! He really had! He’d keep it all in his room at least, where Kageyama wouldn’t see. And okay, yeah, maybe he did nest on the couch while they were watching movies sometimes, but tons of omegas did that!
He’d started out with a nest on his bed. Good. Great. Normal! But within a month, he’d noticed that somehow, he’d been slowly moving all of his things into his closet.
Then, one night, when he was in pre-heat, Hinata had risen out of his bed, grabbing a few remaining nesting supplies off of it, and had climbed right into his closet-nest.
When he’d woken up the next morning, he merely huffed a sigh. There was no stopping his omega.
So, Hinata kept the closet-nest. It wasn’t harming anybody! It was just… a little strange. Much stranger, however, was when he started incorporating the stolen Kageyama clothing into it. Clothing, because he kept doing it.
It didn’t stop at that one shirt. No, not even close. He had socks, pants, hoodies, shirts… The only thing he didn’t let himself touch was Kageyama’s underwear. That was way too far! At least this could be considered… A natural omegan response to the scent of a familiar alpha in a new environment.
Underwear, however, that could only be considered perverted. No matter how tempted he was… Not that he was tempted at all of course! Nope! Not ever. No.
So yeah. That was the deal. Kinda weird, really embarrassing, especially the more he thought about it. But as long as Kageyama didn’t find out, it was fine. As long as he kept this little… thing to himself, it would all be fine.
It was 3am. It was 3am, and Hinata was wide awake. That was a bad thing, considering the fact that he had practice in the morning. But there was something simmering in his bones.
Something that made him sit up and gather as many pillows into his arms as he physically could and zoom into the bathroom.
Hinata found himself climbing into the bathtub before he could stop himself, arranging the pillows around himself snugly. He jumped out and rushed back into his room, scalping his closet a little more. It took maybe an hour, hour and a half, but eventually Hinata was snuggled up, feeling quite pleased with himself.
He was perfectly settled, one of Kageyama’s sweaters up right by his head so that every little breath he took was one of Kageyama. Lemon and smoky perfection. Just for him.
_______
If, late at night, when the room is dark enough that Kageyama can barely see his own hands, he gets out of bed and fishes through his closet until he gets a hold of the stupid sweater, one steeped in tangerines and chocolate, and shoves it under his nose until he falls asleep, lulled by his dumb roommate's scent, then nobody has to know. Not when he shoves it back in the closet the second he gets up, burning with shame.
It’s eight AM, and Kageyama is bone tired, and he’s literally just waking up. His entire body feels like it just wants to sink into the floor, heavy and sore.
He’s also unbearably sweaty. He can feel how his shirt sticks to his back with it. It’s not a pleasant feeling, and he curses himself for deciding not to shower last night after practice.
It had been more intense than usual because of the fact that they’d lost their last match, and while Kageyama does prefer to spend as much of his time playing volleyball as he can, the fact that his rut’s coming up makes him extra irritable. His skin feels like something’s crawling just beneath the surface, trying to scratch its way out. He shivers, despite how hot he feels.
All he wants is to get clean and then just go to school. Then he can relax. Sort of. He’s been trying to pay attention more in school, more than he did in highschool anyways.
Lucky for him, there’s a nice bath waiting for him just down the hallway.. Kageyama opens the front door with a ‘clack’, stepping inside and removing his shoes.
Hinata isn’t home. He wakes up early and goes to school before Kageyama. Probably some remaining habit from when they were still in highschool and he had to get up early to bike the whole way there.
Kageyama makes quick work of grabbing some clothes to put on after he bathes, gathering them all in a lump in his arms.
As he walks down the rest of the hall, towards the bathroom, he begins to feel a little dizzy. He’s not sure why, not until he opens the door.
He’s instantly hit with the cloying scent of tangerine and hot chocolate. He quickly shuts the door. He was sure Hinata wasn’t home. Then why was his scent filling up the entirety of their bathroom? There was so much that it seemed to seep out from underneath the door. Kageyama cleared his throat and opened the door again, a little more prepared this time.
It’s just as strong as before, but he takes a big gulp of fresh air before stepping inside.
There’s no sight of Hinata, or anything else that could be emitting such a scent. Kageyama lets out the breath he was holding, letting himself follow the scent. He lets it lead him towards the tub shower combo at the end of the room.
Sweeping open the shower curtain, Kageyama finds the source.
There’s a nest in their bathtub . In their shared bathtub.
Kageyama tugs the curtain closed as quickly as he can, hands shaking a little.
He hadn’t gotten around to ever questioning Hinata about the nest in his closet, the one packed full of Kageyama’s clothes. It had left his mind, he needed all the space in there for volleyball, alright? There was also the fact that he didn’t really want to embarrass Hinata. Or let him know that he’d shoved his whole hand into his nest without permission. But, like, it wasn’t his fault! Hinata had stolen his clothes!
Maybe Kageyama should have expected it. Hinata was a weird guy. Of course he wouldn’t just… nest on his bed like a normal person would. No, the bathtub was just so much more appealing.
Kageyama huffed a sigh. He instantly regretted it, as the next breath he took caused him to breathe in another wave of heady chocolate. Nope. He had to leave. The burning feeling under his skin was a testament to that.
He brought the neckline of his shirt up over his nose to prevent inhaling any more of Hinata’s scent, leaving the room and shutting the door firmly behind him. He guessed he wasn’t going to be showering this morning.
And he needed to talk to Hinata. Soon. Probably.
_______
Hinata’s been working and training practically non-stop for the past week. Well. He’s sort of done that his whole life since he found volleyball, but this week was just extra busy.
And now he’s home alone. Kageyama’s out doing some group project. Hinata’s not too sure how he feels about that, if he’s being completely honest. Being home alone is supposed to be freeing or some shit. He could sing as loud as he wants or try to do a back flip in the kitchen without anyone telling him not to. But he’d do that stuff anyways even if Kageyama was there. And he kind of wishes that he was. The apartment is too quiet, too empty. Well. Not entirely quiet. He can hear the neighbour they share a wall with banging pots and pans or something.
Anyways, he kind of needs to pee.
Hinata’s face glows red once he enters the bathroom.
Oh right. The nest. The nest he left in the bath. In the bathroom. In the apartment he shares with Kageyama. The bathroom that Kageyama was most definitely in this morning because Hinata can smell him.
Oh fuck he’s mortified. Kageyama probably thinks he’s so disgusting, oh god.
He’ll never forgive him. What if he kicks him out? Then Hinata wouldn’t be able to use any of his clothes for his next nest - and oh god that should not be what he’s thinking about right now.
He’s such a freak.
How is he supposed to fix this? There has to be something he can do. He’s so stupid but he can’t find it in himself to regret it because fuck Kageyama’s clothes smell so nice, even now.
Right, they’re still in the bath.
Maybe… Maybe he can just return them. Kageyama’s already seen the damn nest. It’s not like things can get worse. And Hinata will apologise. Or just ignore it and act like it never happened. It depends on how Kageyama acts once he gets home.
Kageyama shouldn’t be home for a while and this really shouldn’t take long. Hinata shuffles through the nest, picking out each piece of Kageyama’s clothing. His omega feels a little hurt, messing up the nest before it’s run its course. Removing his alpha’s clothing.
He bundles it all up in his arms and sighs wearily. Kageyama’s bedroom is only a little trip down the hallway. This is it, then. No more smoky wood or lemon. Not in the way he wants it. In a totally platonic way, of course.
Hinata slowly opens the door, suddenly worried that something is going to jump out at him. Call him out for being the freak that he is. It doesn’t happen.
Just all of a sudden holy shit it smells so good.
Oh right.
Yeah, turns out Kageyama’s room smells like Kageyama. Huge shock there.
Hinata feels like a newborn fawn on unstable legs as he steps inside. Like with any movement he might trip and fa-
Hinata lands in a heap on the floor. The clothes he was holding flies off somewhere. He hisses and looks at a blob in the darkness. It’s a fucking croc. He tripped over Kageyama’s croc.
He doesn’t even have time to be pissed about it because suddenly Hinata is so thoroughly enveloped in Kageyama’s scent that he thinks he might pass out. He finds this next object quite quickly as well. A pile of laundry. Dirty laundry. That he hadn’t stolen. Hadn’t gotten the chance to.
A shirt, some pants. Socks. A hoodie. And…
Oh god, that's Kageyama’s underwear.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He needs to get out of here. He told himself. No underwear. No underwear because he’s not that much of a freak.
But… This is the last time.
It’s not like Kageyama will even know.
And he’ll stop. He’ll stop everything after this.
Just. Just one sniff.
Hinata extends his hand and takes the underwear between two fingers. The closer it gets to the face he can feel his body tremble. With excitement. He’s such a pervert oh god.
It smells like heaven. His eyes literally roll into the back of his head. His cheeks are hot hot hot. No. Everything is hot. Too hot. And wet. And tight. His clothes are too tight they need to be off. All he needs is this. All he needs is Kageyama.
Kageyama. Kageyama. Kageyama.
_______
Shit. Okay, so it turns out Kageyama doesn’t have as long as he thought he did before he enters his rut. It’s fine though. The couple of classmates he was working with on the project were sympathetic enough to his struggle and he promised him he’d do his share of the work when he was better.
He was in for a rough ride, but he’d have to deal.
So. Home. Yeah.
God, the sweat dripping down his forehead seemed never ending. So did the pounding headache. He wishes he could be pounding something. Someone. A specific someone.
Kageyama shook his head to erase the thoughts, quickly regretting it because of the wave of dizziness and nausea that passed through him.
He’s not a hundred percent sure whether Hinata is there or not, but when he opens the door it's pretty quiet, so the bets are that he went out.
Whatever.
A shiver went down Kageyama’s spine as he stood in the entryway to take off his shoes, a cold flash going through him, followed by an impossibly hot one. He thumped his head against the cool wall, breathing deeply. His room wasn’t far. He could make it there.
He’d have to text Hinata, he thought to himself, tell him his rut had come on. But first he needed to get into his room and remove all of his itchy, sweat damp clothes
Kageyama stumbled down the hallway. He felt a little like he was going crazy, because the closer he got to his bedroom, the more and more he seemed to be able to smell oranges. Oranges and warm chocolate, a scent that made him feel hopelessly fuzzy. He grunted. God, why was he thinking about Hinata right now? Well. It didn’t mean anything. It was just his confused alpha making up horny shit, like a fever dream.
The door was open, but he pushed through it with his shoulder anyways.
Oh, fuck.
What the shit.
It smells like… It smells like omega in his room. Not like, a tiny bit either. It reeks. It smells like omega and hot, wet, perfect, yes.
Kageyama shakes his head quickly. It… It should definitely not smell like this. Where the fuck is it coming from?
For not entirely investigative reasons, Kageyama follows his nose to the source of the smell.
Step. Step. Step.
His legs are shaky.
He’s in front of his bed. Which is weird. Kageyama has not had any omegas in his bed. There isn’t one there right now. But it smells.. So.. strong.
Slowly, Kageyama drops to his knees. It’s stupid, he knows. There can’t be anything under his bed. That’s like… something out of a bad horror movie. But he’s desperate. He needs to know the origins of that damn scent.
The second his knees hit the floor, he hears a sharp intake of breath, followed by a high-pitched whine.
Kageyama clutches onto the frame of the bed, bracing himself for whatever he’s about to see. He’s not completely sure if he’ll be able to control himself. But he has to try.
The action proves necessary once he ducks his head down to peer underneath.
Fuck.
Fucking god shit holy what.
There’s an omega underneath Kageyama’s bed.
There’s a boy underneath Kageyama’s bed.
There’s a volleyball player underneath Kageyama’s bed.
There’s Kageyama’s best friend underneath his bed.
Hinata Shouyou is underneath Kageyama’s Tobio’s bed.
All of those things… All of them are true. Hinata is Kageyama’s best friend. As much as he’s tried to deny that over the years, it’s true. He plays volleyball and he loves it. Really loves it. He loves it like Kageyama does. God, sometimes Kageyama thinks Hinata loves it even more than he does. Hinata’s a boy.
Hinata’s… Hinata’s an omega. Which Kageyama has never thought about too deeply. He smells sweet. He’s short. He’s cute. Sometimes he goes into heat.
And.
And this is one of those times.
All of a sudden Kageyama is very very aware of the fact that Hinata Shouyou is an omega.
One that leaks slick and smells so good and one that is.
In a nest underneath Kageyama’s bed. Hinata is nesting underneath his bed, with his clothes, his face buried in a pair of Kageyama’s boxers. His eyes are wide and wet, shiny. They catch the light that comes in through the door perfectly. They’re pretty. Look sorta like a cup of hot cocoa with a marshmallow inside.
His cheeks, what can be seen of them anyways, are flushed and red. Kageyama can imagine he looks much the same right about now.
Probably because of the wet sounds he can hear. A kind of ‘schlick, schlick’. He realises then, that he can’t see Hinata’s hand. He can’t see it because his arm is reaching back to his raised behind. Kageyama can’t see what’s happening, but he knows.
He knows that Shouyou is fingering himself to the scent of Kageyama’s underwear.
Hinata puffs out a breath. “Kageyama…”
Something in him snaps. Kageyama shuffles underneath the bed and into Hinata’s nest. It's a tight fit, but… it’s kind of cosy.
“I’m here,” He tells Hinata, looking into his eyes. Hinata’s hair is tousled. Its vibrant, too-orange colour is still perfectly visible despite the lack of light.
Hinata’s hand - the one that isn’t currently inside of him, that is - appears from the mound of clothes and blankets to grasp at Kageyama’s shirt. “Take it off.”
Well, Kageyama can’t resist him. Not when he says it like that, voice husky and like he’s never heard it before. He thinks he’s heard something similar before. During a match maybe. When Hinata gets competitive and determined. And hot.
Hinata is really hot.
Kageyama’s always thought it. Told himself not to. Hinata’s a dumbass and his friend. Nothing else.
Hinata’s still a dumbass and still his best friend but. But maybe he could be something else too.
He makes quick work of pulling the top over his head. It’s disgustingly sweaty, but Hinata doesn’t seem to think so, because he instantly grabs it and intertwines it into the nest. There’s something intrinsically pleasing about that. His omega’s eagerness to put his essence into their shared space.
Before he can think too deeply about it, Kageyama finds himself moving closer. His fingers skim over Shouyou’s freckled skin. Goosebumps follow in their wake.
“Yes,” Hinata hisses. Tobio goes to move away at the sudden reaction, but Hinata chases his touch. “No. Keep going.”
Well. Hinata’s nothing if not honest.
And Kageyama is eager to please.
He lets his fingers trail down Hinata’s bare torso. The flesh jumps. It’s feverish.
Kageyama’s nails are perfectly trimmed, as always. He lets them scratch lightly. Over Hinata’s hip he travels. Over the little dips and down to strong muscles in his thighs that Tobio has had to try so hard to not focus on. Because that would be inappropriate. Not friend-like.
Fuck that.
Shouyou seems to have removed his fingers from his hole at some point. Kageyama shifts a little, moving downwards. He needs to see this.
It’s… Kageyama doesn’t have words to describe how he feels about Hinata’s asshole. Maybe if he paid a little more attention in class he would have been able to come up with something. For now the only things he can think of are ‘marvellous’ and ‘cool’ but they don’t quite seem to fit the mood, nor quite how sexy and perfect and beautiful Hinata’s ass is.
Tobio looks at Hinata first for confirmation, before he palms a hand over one of those smooth globes. Shouyou wiggles his hips impatiently. Like he can’t quite contain the raw energy, the heat that lies in his bones.
He inches his fingers closer to the crack, spreading it open. The hole is… well, it’s soaked. Sticky and sweet, like a honey pot. One that Kageyama is dying to dip his fingers into and taste. He’s addicted before he’s even touched it.
“Shit,” he whispers, hot breath landing on Hinata’s skin.
Kageyama is like a dog that’s been out in the summer sun too long, panting desperately. He hasn’t even done anything yet.
His fingers press into the plush skin, watching it bounce back. He’s stupidly mesmerised by it.
“Kageyama, so help me god. Touch me.”
Right, right. He’s supposed to actually be doing something right now.
It’s really not his fault Shouyou is so enthralling.
Kageyama finally places his fingers atop the puckered hole. The second he does so, liquid seeps out. Succulent and too sweet. He finds himself spreading it over the opening, getting it nice and prepared before ever so slowly he slips a finger inside.
He probably doesn’t need to be going this slowly. Hinata’s been here for god knows how long, fingering himself. But… Well, they’ve never done anything like this before. Not together anyways.
He wants to savour it.
Hinata’s fingers are also shorter than his. Probably don’t reach quite as deep as his do right now. Kageyama deftly crooks the finger inside of him, searching.
At the same time as his finger finds the mark, right there on that fleshy piece inside, Shouyou lets out a strangled moan. It makes Kageyama smirk. He knows it’s cocky - no pun intended - but he doesn’t really care. He focuses on hitting that spot again and again, rhythmically.
Hinata’s cock dribbles weakly where it hangs between his legs.
It makes Kageyama think of how hard he is in his pants and he tries to adjust himself discreetly. This isn’t about him right now.
Despite his attempts, Hinata perks up. “Let me,” he rasps.
His hand is suddenly on the waistband of Kageyama’s shorts, tugging. In one go he takes down both his underwear and pants and then there his cock is. The moment it flops out, Hinata's eyes brighten.
And then his best friend's hand is on his cock, stroking casually. Like this is something they do all the time.
God.
Kageyama struggles to remember to keep pumping his fingers, but once he does he makes sure he does a good job of it. He’ll beat Hinata at sexually pleasing each other, and he’s sure of that.
When Hinata starts to pay extra attention to the head, Kageyama adds a second finger. He will not be one-upped.
He continues his attack with two, and Hinata has to pause to let out a long, low moan. “Just like that, oh my god.”
Tobio can’t resist letting out a little grunt as Hinata gives his shaft another slow stroke. His hips jump forward, bucking into his grasp.
Kageyama keeps up his assault on Hinata’s prostate. At some point he flops down to lie on his side next to Shouyou, his shoulder starting to hurt. Hinata readjusts his grip and shit it feels so fucking good.
Their faces are closer than before like this. It’s so hot. Both literally and like.. Really sexy.
Hinata stares at him like he’s never seen him before.
It’s pretty similar to how Kageyama feels. He’s never seen Hinata like this, bare and open for him to see. He looks so beautiful.
It’s with that in mind that Kageyama finds himself coming. It’s been awhile since he’s last orgasmed, he realises then. He throws his head back to let out a moan, halting in all movements. His cock strains in Hinata’s grasp, spurting cum over his knuckles. It drips down. It reminds Tobio of how an ice cream cone would drip on a hot day.
Hinata looks him in the eye once he’s done, stroking him gently through the last of it. Then he brings the cum-covered hand to his lips and licks it up.
Hinata Shouyou will be the death of him. He’s always known that somehow, but he’s especially sure that it’s true right now.
Kageyama groans and shoves him slightly, but then gets back to his fingering. Hinata’s ass is magnificent and he’ll be damned if he neglects it. He centres his attention onto hitting Shouyou’s prostate each time, feeling its give. Hinata lets out these little whines as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
Shouyou genuinely trembles when Kageyama starts to palm his cock as well. Tobio watches his expression carefully, how his eyes flutter shut and his mouth hangs open as he comes.
The cum paints his stomach and Kageyama can’t help but think that it’s a masterpiece.
Pleased and sated, Shouyou tugs Kageyama close and curls up. He falls asleep easily and Tobio finds himself not too far behind.
_______
When Hinata awakens, it’s to a feeling of more clarity than he had before he slept. His back kind of hurts, and he realises that it’s because he just slept underneath a bed.
Wrapped in his arms, is Kageyama.
He feels heat rise to his cheeks.
Oh fuck.
Did they actually do that? He’s so embarrassing. He nested underneath Kageyama’s goddamn bed. And Kageyama found him. While he was in heat. His heat got triggered by Kageyama’s underwear.
And then they… Had sex? Did that count as having sex? Kageyama put his fingers inside of him. And Hinata jacked him off.
Oh god and they haven’t even kissed yet.
That thought makes Hinata feel a little childish. Only, like, preteens worry about first kisses. He’s in college. People hook up all the time without kissing at all. Without even knowing each other's names. This is not a big deal.
Except it is! He just… had a sexual interaction with his best friend. God, what if this ruins everything? Kageyama is his teammate as well! What if they can never work together again? What if every time Kageyama sends him a toss he can’t stop thinking about how good Kageyama’s perfect fingers felt in his ass.
Hinata buries his face in some of the clothes in the nest, hoping it drowns out the groan he proceeds to let out.
It doesn’t, which quickly becomes apparent as Kageyama blinks open his beautiful ocean blue eyes and looks at Hinata in confusion. Shouyou can see the moment that he remembers what happened and feels shame burn in his stomach.
“I’m so sorry,” he starts to say, but Kageyama talks over him.
“You look cute like that.”
He says it quietly. The way he complements Hinata quietly in the locker room after a good match. But this time it's… almost softer, in a way. His face isn’t scrunched up like it usually is. It’s relaxed. Like he’s comfortable. Like Kageyama is perfectly at ease here in the nest that Shouyou made, after they did what they did together.
Slowly, Hinata feels the tension he hadn’t even realised he had in his shoulders start to lessen. Maybe… Maybe this could be alright.
“Really? Like what?”
Kageyama’s cheeks go pink and he looks away, muttering under his breath. “Dumbass. Like. Like when you just wake up. And also like.” Kageyama looks down at Hinata’s body.
Oh fuck right. Yeah, he’s naked.
Hinata feels his cheeks go hot. He tries to get some clothes out of the nest to cover up his lower body, but it's a little late to be preserving dignity now.
Tobio smirks and Hinata fights the urge to roll his eyes.
“What… What do we do now?” He asks. Because. Well, he needs to know.
Kageyama frowns. He shrugs. “You’re still in heat, right? And. My rut started at some point. We could. Y’know.”
He doesn’t make eye contact when he says it. Hinata can understand why. He doesn’t look at Kageyama when he says, “Sounds good.”
It does sound good. Really, really good.
“Yeah, as long as we don’t have to do it under my bed. No offence but it’s cramped as shit down here.”
Hinata would take offence to that, his nest is down here after all, but it’s kind of a hack job. He did it in a heat-dazed rush, alright. But he’s not going to admit that.
“We can move,” he says, but he makes sure to sound as indignant as possible.
They crawl out of the warm nest, out into the open air. Hinata feels kind of raw, like he’s rubbed his skin right off. But he feels good. Fresh, despite what the dried cum on his stomach and the stickiness on the back of his thighs might suggest.
Kageyama is making quick work of tucking himself back into his shorts. Hinata doesn’t bother. If they’re going to be spending their cycles together then they’ll be getting up close and personal with every detail of each other anyways.
“So,” Kageyama starts. “Can I ask why you nested under my bed? And in the bathtub?”
Hinata blushed crimson for the nth time.
“I dunno. It’s just like.” He shrugged helplessly. “I’ve done it since I was a pup. It’s a comfort thing, I guess. I know it’s weird but. It’s normal for me.”
Kageyama was silent for a moment. He probably thought Hinata was such a freak.
“That’s cool, I guess. But isn’t it uncomfortable? I feel like your back must hurt scrunching yourself up to fit in places like that.”
Shouyou isn’t really sure how to respond to that. Cool. Huh. Well, Kageyama’s never been great with words. “Not really. I mean, I have so many pillows and blankets and clothes that it cushions everything.”
Kageyama just nods.
It takes them a little while to fish out all of the clothing from underneath the bed, and then to reorganise it on the bed. But eventually, Hinata’s satisfied. It’s bigger than he’d usually make his nest, because it needs to fit two. And it’s in an actually normal spot for a nest to be. But. But Hinata feels comfortable with that. Because Kageyama’s with him.
They finish it just in time, too, because Hinata’s dripping slick again once he settles in it and Kageyama is looking at him like he wants to devour him.
Maybe Hinata wouldn’t mind that.
While his mind is still clear, Hinata wraps his arms around Kageyama’s broad shoulders and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s soft. It smells like burnt wood and lemon and oranges and chocolate and everything nice in this world.
Maybe things will be okay.