Chapter Text
It had been a week into the first term when Daichi found himself walking to the gym, ready to meet the volleyball club after turning in his application. A gray haired boy was behind him, walking the same way, and Daichi turned to inquire if he was going to the gym as well.
“I am,” he simply replied. “Volleyball?”
“Yep!” Daichi stopped, offering a hand to the other to shake. “I’m Sawamura Daichi. Are you a first year too?”
“Yep! I’m Sugawara Koushi.” And Sugawara took Daichi’s hand in his own and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “But everyone calls me Suga.”
The action lit Daichi on fire and he quickly withdrew his hand to press it against the cheek where he’d been kissed by the other. “U-uh…”
“Oh, sorry!” Suga apologized, dipping his head in an apologetic gesture. “That’s just something we do where I’m from.”
“A-ah…” Daichi, feeling his heartbeat in his ears, muttered out. That… was definitely weird, Daichi mused, but he didn’t want to make the other feel bad or make fun of his culture, so he merely gave the other boy a nod. “It’s… okay.”
Suga gave him the biggest eye crinkling grin and Daichi had to look the other way to not blind himself.
He thought he’d be okay with the whole kissing-thing if, when they met, it would have been the only time he’d be kissed. But not even three minutes later, he had received another. Suga had fumbled with taking something out of his backpack and everything fell out onto the ground in the breezeway outside of the gym, so, of course, Daichi bent down to help him tidy it up as papers flew every direction. After they both stood up, Daichi offered them to the boy and was met with another blinding smile as the papers were taken from his hands.
“Thank you, Sawamura-kun!” And before Daichi could do a thing about it, Suga had leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
His lips.
He couldn’t hear anything for about a minute as his body responded to his environment via autopilot. Suga must’ve guided him to the gym because Daichi was being shaken by his classmate as voices called to him from the void. “...Sawamura? ...Sawamura! ...Daichi!?”
Blinking back to reality after finally coming to terms with his first kiss being with a boy (a boy) who kissed random strangers like it was no big deal, Daichi turned to the captain of the club and gave a deep bow in apology. Not met with a response, he looked up to realize that the captain himself seemed to be in a post kiss daze as well and Daichi nearly snorted in amusement.
That’s how it seemed to be, becoming friends with Suga. Another first year joined them in the club, a much more nervous, mousy boy, though he was bigger than most everyone on the team at first glance. At first kiss, the boy--Asahi--seemed to emotionally collapse on himself and stood in a daze for about ten minutes as his face steadily grew more and more red. Suga tried to calm him down and only got through to him after the blush had faded, if only to explain why he had kissed him. Asahi, seeming to be a good kid, nodded with understanding and replied that he would try his best not to die every time.
Their team found a manager in their year--Shimizu Kiyoko. She was terrifyingly pretty, Daichi thought, and Suga went for it like she was anyone else. He believed, if Suga appeared to be anything other than who he was, that he would’ve been slapped, but Kiyoko merely stepped back and gave him a considering look, bringing a hand up to cup at her kissed cheek as Suga apologized and explained. Daichi stuck up for him, telling her that he’d been kissed as well.
“Ah,” she said, shifting her eyes to the side before stepping forward again to press a fleeting kiss to Suga’s cheek in response. “Well then... it’s nice to meet you, Sugawara-kun.”
The third and second years took a while to warm up to Suga’s habit and while they accepted the kisses from the boy himself, they never ran with the habit to make it their own, which hadn’t been a big deal until the third years graduated and they received new first years.
Nishinoya loved it. When he was first kissed at introduction, he pressed back and looked at Suga with such bright eyes that Suga began to blush, himself. The shorter boy introduced himself to the other first years with a kiss to the cheek as well, causing one of the bald ones, Tanaka, to turn a comparative color to how Asahi had looked when he’d first been kissed. The other first years took the kisses from Suga and Noya well, although Ennoshita seemed shy about it but Narita seemed to expect it. Kinoshita, however, responded nearly as eagerly as Nishinoya did, and kissed their cheeks back with gusto.
Suga seemed ecstatic to have passed the habit along to another friend--it wasn’t often he kissed Daichi and Asahi, since they both did not seem too comfortable with it, but he did occasionally. With Noya and Kinoshita however, it was more than often. Every time they greeted each other, the kiss to the cheek graduated to a quick peck on the lips and Suga always cupped Kinoshita’s jaw, bringing the boy’s lips to his, but ruffled Nishinoya’s hair and kissed wherever convenient, whether he felt like bending down enough to catch the smaller boy’s lips, or it be the tip of his nose, or anywhere along his forehead.
Nishinoya loved kissing Tanaka, and Daichi wondered if it were for the reactions or something different. Throughout the year, they seemed to get closer, and every kiss, Tanaka seemed to be just as embarrassed as the first one. Only from Nishinoya, though. From Suga, the bald second year began to grow a tougher skin to the kisses, and even began kissing Suga’s cheek sometimes in response.
It was weird being kissed, especially by people that weren’t Suga (when did kissing Suga become normal?), and it took Daichi some time to get used to. He wasn’t one to initiate usually, but rarely, he’d be consoling an anxious Asahi and press a firm kiss to his hair as he held the trembling boy, or he’d be thanking Narita for handing him a water bottle with a kiss to his hand.
When Tanaka kissed him, it was weird… but he kind of liked it. It was like all of these kisses meant different things depending on the situation and the people that were kissing… they’d express gratitude, affection, or even just the joy of seeing each other out in the halls. From Suga, the kisses always felt too warm and made his heart swell. Noya’s kisses were always exciting and made Daichi happy in different ways than Ennoshita’s, whose kisses actually calmed him down when he was feeling worked up, and vice versa when Ennoshita was upset, which happened often during that year.
He was worried at first about his sexuality, or getting feelings for someone from it all, especially Suga himself--but as time went on, Daichi realized that it was an entirely platonic thing and had nothing to do with the fact that he may or may not be attracted to the gender of whoever he’d be kissing.
Kiyoko kissed him once, after they’d won a practice match and he helped her carry a ton of stuff. And he’d kissed Yui once purely out of habit, forgetting that she wasn’t a part of the team where this was a normal thing. She giggled, blushing a rosy pink, and explained that she understood. There were rumors about the kissing, of course, and she’d heard them.
Apparently some of the rumors weren’t in a very good light, she explained after Daichi pressed a little, but she did her best to control them and dissuade the problem makers, often with a kiss to the cheek from herself.
So, it was safe to say that Suga’s habit was catching on around the school. It was the girls that did it, of course. Best girl friends would hold hands anyway, a previously romantic associated act platonically performed already, and jumped at the opportunity to have another form of affection to demonstrate their love to their friends. Girls would kiss their girl friends, and it apparently started as a satirical joke when some of the boys, who seemed very comfortable with their sexuality, started kissing their guy friends. “No homo, bro,” they’d laugh and kiss each other on the lips. Apparently when the guys started kissing guys, it got a lot of attention from the girls and thus, the trend grew further.
He didn’t really see it catching on much outside of school, however, but when he was out with Suga, the people that Suga associated with went along with it for him, accepting the kisses on the cheek without much of a fuss at all. The angry convenience store man, the little old lady that opened for the coffee shop, teammates’ parents or siblings… it didn’t matter who. But the old ladies were the biggest fans of it. One time, Daichi accompanied Suga to the nursing home where his grandmother was and all the little old ladies were so excited to see him and be kissed on their cheeks, they were all chortling and tittering with happiness. It had been disgustingly cute.
And then it was their third year. They were delighted to have welcomed the new first years to their club. Hinata was absolutely delighted at the kissing, though Kageyama was stiff as a board. Yamaguchi accepted the kiss with a strong blush, but his companion, Tsukishima, sneered at Suga, dodging away from the kiss as if expecting it. Daichi had never seen a more hostile reaction and Suga looked surprised, if not affronted.
“So, the rumors are true. This really is the gayest volleyball team in Japan.” Tsukishima pushed his glasses up before resting his hand on his hip and turning his scrutinizing gaze from Suga to Daichi.
“Hey, now. We’re not gay.”
(“Well, he’s not.” Noya laughed to Tanaka from behind him.)
“Seems pretty gay to me. You’re all kissing each other.”
“Is that why you joined our club?” Ennoshita teased, raising his eyebrows as he innocently tilted his head to the side, imitating curiosity. Kinoshita snorted a laugh beside him.
“Tch.”
“And it’s not gay,” Suga explained. “It’s just kissing… treated like shaking hands or giving hugs. Even if I were gay, I wouldn’t mean it like that.”
“Whatever. Just don’t kiss me.”
“It hadn’t been my intention to make you uncomfortable; I won’t try to do it again.” Suga spoke sincerely and gave the first year a polite bow as he apologized.
Daichi had always been impressed with the way Suga handled those sort of situations.
With the new first years joining them, Daichi experienced a ton of new things as year went on. He felt protective of these kids, especially as the new captain of the team, and often felt responsible over them. This was mostly towards Hinata, Yamaugchi, and Yachi, of course, and Daichi often pulled the first years in close, kissing the crown of their heads to show this feeling. Suga always looked at him warmly when he’d done that, although that wasn’t why he did, but Suga would fret over the first years in a similar way himself.
He could tell Tanaka felt somewhat the same way in a big brother kind of way and was always showing affection when he could, touching and hugging and kissing, doing the most. Even to Kageyama and Tsukishima, who both never gave the most nice reactions, but Tanaka wasn’t easily discouraged.
When Ukai’s grandson began coaching the team, he had already been accustomed to the kissing from their frequent trips to his family store, but asked them kindly not to kiss him to not get in trouble with the school. Understandable, Daichi figured, even though Takeda was constantly barraged with kisses himself, but never returned any. Sometimes, he caught Takeda and Ukai kissing each other, but Daichi wasn’t sure if those had been platonic or not… he kept it to himself, not wanting to out his coach and advisor.
Honestly, a lot of kisses were starting to give Daichi that kind of impression, but he wasn’t gonna say anything, especially since the team looked so happy.
“Ahh, my kouhai!” Tanaka would exclaim as he threw open the doors of the gym to find the first years setting up for practice, Noya following in close after him. He’d pull each into a kiss or a hug like they were his children, talking nonsense about what a beautiful day it was to destroy their opponents in their practice match later on that day.
Noya would pout behind him. “Hey, Ryu! You never kissed me this morning.”
Tanaka looked scandalized and immediately sped over to sweep the shorter boy off his feet in the most enthusiastic make out Daichi had probably seen in his life--it was hard to look away, especially with Tanaka’s tongue doing that…
They broke away and Noya wiped at his mouth, grinning brighter than the sun. “No homo. Probably. Actually, I don’t even know anymore, man.”
“Dude, me too. Let’s keep doing it though.”
“Sweet.”
And they would.
They were probably dating, everyone assumed after a while.
He’d catch Kageyama and Hinata sharing kisses that seemed too emotional for their age. He’d find Suga and Kinoshita making out far more than he’d like to. He’d see Yamaguchi bending down to press a shy kiss to Yachi’s cheek, who would turn bright red and be stuttering for about a minute. Yachi would kiss Hinata a lot, which seemed to irk Kageyama into kissing Hinata more. Daichi would even, about half way through the school year, hear, “Shut up, Yamaguchi,” and out of the corner of his eye, see Tsukishima try to subtly reach over to kiss Yamaguchi’s cheek without anyone noticing. Kiyoko and Yachi would kiss… a lot. More than often. Frequently. It was, frankly, adorable.
Everyone would kiss Hinata--Hinata was like a kitten that everyone fawned over on their team. Asahi, who barely kissed anyone, would even kiss him, and one time, before a big match, he’d heard Tsukishima and Hinata arguing… only to peek around the corner and find the taller boy bent down, cupping the redhead’s face in his hands, and pressing a hard kiss to the other boy’s surprised lips.
It was nice to see Tsukishima gradually warming up to them throughout the school year, even if he’d never say anything about it.
Well, until he did say something.
In the locker room one afternoon after practice, Daichi felt all the blood leave his face as Tsukishima openly asked Suga, “Sugawara-san, who do you think is the best kisser on the team?”
Suga looked up in shock, blinking at the tall blond. “Oh… I mean, I haven’t, really--you can’t really tell who is a good kisser from just pecks…”
Tsukishima merely raised an eyebrow, keeping his calm composure. “Who would you have to kiss like that to figure it out?”
“Well.. excluding the managers… Asahi, Daichi, Hinata, Kageyama…” Suga looked a little embarrassed, glancing away before adding, “And you.”
Not hearing Yamaguchi’s name on the list, Tsukishima turned to give his freckled friend a knowing smirk and the boy under scrutiny gave a shameless shrug, grinning.
Kinoshita made a surprised noise. “You mean to say that you’ve never kissed Daichi more than just a peck on the lips? That’s hard to believe.”
Daichi grumbled, but Suga gave an airy laugh. “He never seemed completely comfortable with it, so I never pushed it.”
Asahi was trying to get dressed as fast as possible to avoid what he felt like was going to happen soon.
“So, would you let me, Daichi?”
Daichi took a moment to look at his friend. It wasn’t that he wasn’t comfortable with it… it was just… he’d never kissed anyone like that and he was more than a little nervous about it. “If you want to,” he ended up saying.
“I do.”
Cue Tanaka and Ennoshita snickering as Narita murmured, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Daichi ignored that comment and stood up, already dressed, and made his way over to Suga on the other side of the locker room.
~~~
Suga had been waiting three years for this moment and his palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms heavy. He’d been dying to feel Daichi’s tongue since the first kiss that day they’d met up on their way to the gym as first years and now he was about to finally get it… he wondered if it was going to feel as good as he’d always imagined, if the feeling in his chest would grow or fizzle... was it truly a crush that he had on his best friend? It was hard to tell, especially with the lines blurred as they were.
And now, he believed that he’ll have the opportunity to figure it out. A part of him wanted to feel bad about the entire team being there to see as he did it, but the rest of him couldn’t give a damn.
Daichi was in front of him and Suga slid in close, running his hands up the captain’s biceps to rest forearms around his shoulders, loosely holding his hands together behind Daichi’s neck. He gave Daichi a flirty look, grinning at the very pronounced blush on the other’s face before leaning up--not too far, since Daichi wasn’t too much taller than him--to fit his lips against the others in a way unlike a peck, gently sucking on Daichi’s bottom lip before moving.
A sound of surprise came out of the other’s lips as Suga continued, moving their lips together and strong arms fit tightly around his waist, holding him close to Daichi’s chest.
It was cute and comfortable--Suga felt safe there, kissing his best friend and being held in those protective arms, and even though Daichi was inexperienced, Suga had kissed enough to be able to lead in a way that made up for it. Unfortunately, comfortable was all it felt like and although the fondness in his chest gripped at his heart, the organ kept beating as it usually did, pleased and content with this. It was hard to feel disappointed that the feelings he had for his best friend weren’t romantic, but… this was fine.
He could have fun with this, too.
Suga flicked his tongue against Daichi’s lips, who opened his lips in surprise as he gasped, and Suga took the opportunity to slip into the others mouth and lick against Daichi’s tongue, feeling the wet warmth of the other’s mouth making his head feel a little heavy.
Not a moment later, Daichi was gone from out of his arms and Suga was left standing alone, surprised at the sudden absence.
“That--,” Daichi was breathing heavily and he looked like his brain was trying to catch up with what had just happened. “That was good.”
Suga giggled. “I agree, although it ended too soon.”
“I… uh…”
“It’s okay! I was just surprised. You did well-- Asahi?”
Asahi froze halfway out the door and looked back at him. “Ah… yeah?”
“Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“Um…” He stood in place, letting the door swing back closed as he fidgeted with the strap on his bag. He looked obviously uncomfortable, as he usually did, but ended up actually giving Suga a nod. “O-Okay. Just… no tongue? Please.”
“Of course! You can trust me.”
Suga was surprised as Asahi rushed towards him and practically scooped him up around the waist, pressing his lips roughly to Suga’s own like he was trying to rip the bandaid off quickly so that it wouldn’t hurt. “Mmph--,” Suga tried to get Asahi to chill out for a moment before taking matters in his own hands, bringing them up to frame the boy’s face, stroking one cheek to calm him down, the other going to his hair to try and relax him.
It was working and Suga could feel Asahi’s lips soften against him, arms loosening from the tight hold around his waist. He took that as permission to start moving, and gently, so gently began to kiss the other, trying more to comfort his friend than to ‘test’ him, as he was supposed to be doing. Soon, the kiss was something nice and peaceful even, and Asahi began to move as well, moving his lips a lag behind Suga, trying to catch up even though the pace was slow enough as it was. Suga brushed a strand of hair from Asahi’s face and pushed it back behind the boy’s ear, trailing his hand down behind it to rest at the curve of his neck and shoulder before slowing their lips to a stop, lazily lip locking one last time before pausing for a short breath and pressing a light peck to Asahi’s barely parted lips.
He pulled back in the embrace to look up at the taller boy, who opened his eyes to give Suga a fond look.
“Ah… that was nicer than I thought it would be. Thank you, Suga.”
“Of course. You don’t have to be scared.” Suga smiled up at Asahi and brought the hand out from his hair to brush against his other cheek before leaning up to press another quick kiss to his lips.
“I won’t be anymore… sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
And with that, they stepped out of their embrace, Asahi gave the room a little smile before getting his stuff together (apparently it had fallen to the floor) and went to take his leave again. As the door shut behind him, Suga let out a breath.
“Wow, Suga-san, that was really nice.”
“You really calmed him down--”
“Waah... Kageyama, why don’t you ever kiss me like that?” (“Shut up, dumbass. You’re too hyper all the time to kiss that slow.”)
“That did look really… relaxing.”
Suga felt his heart swell and grinned at his teammates. “Who’s next?”
“Suga-san, me!”
A literal orange ball of sunlight bounded up to him and pressed a kiss against his lips before he could acknowledge it. Hinata was always doing things like that, kissing people out of the blue or all of a sudden, especially when he wanted attention or was feeling neglected, and it was honestly too cute to be irritating. Suga giggled against Hinata’s lips, nearly surprised as the first year took the lead in it, moving his lips against Suga’s excitedly.
Suga reached down to take Hinata’s chin and pull it up towards him a little, angling the smaller boy’s face so that he could respond appropriately to the tongue poking at his own through parted lips, and the two began to french kiss, mouths open against each other as their tongues played.
Hinata was so active and responsive, every brush of their tongues left the boy squirming and breathing hard, breathing little hot gasps against Suga’s mouth as small hands grasped loosely at Suga’s hair, not tight enough to pull, but firm enough to keep him down at Hinata’s level.
He was just so small--he wasn’t as small as Noya, but Noya kissed big, throwing his entire body into it and dominating with such demand--Hinata stayed his size and Suga’s arm wrapped around the other’s waist, pulling the smaller boy closer as he kissed him deeper. He was precious to Suga, and as enthusiastic as he was, Suga didn’t associate the hot kiss with Hinata in a sexual way at all… Suga just felt protective of this boy.
Hinata gave a low groan before Suga felt the boy being yanked out of his arms (“Gwaah!”) and replaced by someone taller and less warm. Cold, chapped lips were pressed onto his quivering wet ones and Suga was still breathing heavily as he was suddenly kissed chastely by Kageyama. It was a bit of a shock having someone so loose and hot in his arms being switched out by a tense, controlling person as Suga felt his head brought up in a way similar to how he had been holding Hinata, with clammy fingers pinching at his chin, but this time, there was only a hand grasping at his upper arm instead of around his waist.
This… wasn’t pleasant and Suga decided he didn’t want to kiss Kageyama if this was how it was going to be. He roughly turned his head to the side, separating the kiss suddenly and catching his breath.
“Sugawara-san?”
“Kageyama, I feel like you should know better than to kiss people like that.”
He turned back to face his underclassman, looking up at those wide, surprised eyes. He could tell the moment things started clicking in Kageyama’s head as guilt plastered itself on his face and Suga gave a little smile.
“I’m sorry.” Kageyama ducked his head and went to let go of Suga, but Suga stopped him, took his hand, and placed it on his hip.
“Here, let’s try it again?” Suga brought his own hand up to brush the hair out of Kageyama’s eyes and stopped to rest it below his occipital bone, watching with amusement as the silky hair gracefully fell right back into place.
This time, Kageyama was surprised in a pleased way and his touch was more gentle. Suga was aware of how Kageyama worked and how he had changed since his previous year--he could tell that his mind was racing, going over what he had just done, the mistakes he had been called out on, and was obsessing with how to fix it and how to show Suga, show Hinata, that he was better than that, that he didn’t have to act like that to show his feelings. It was all in his eyes, Suga learned from this year. People didn’t like making eye contact with him, but Suga always found it entrancing, especially since through his eyes, Kageyama was an open book and displayed his emotions completely out in the open for anyone to see if they wanted to look.
Kageyama was touching him like he was delicate, like something he had mistreated, and it was making Suga feel a little antsy, especially with how his heart was still racing from his kiss with Hinata, but he allowed Kageyama to take his time and think things through. The hand at Suga’s hip gripped lazily as his thumb rubbed circles on the bone and he wasn’t even kissing him yet, just looking at Suga with that look on his face, like he was truly acknowledging Suga fully and completely this time instead of using him out of jealousy. A hand was cupped on his cheek, brushing his hair away from his eyes and Suga noted that Kageyama’s fingers traced by the mole under his eye, giving it a fond look as he pressed his lips to it before bending down to kiss at Suga’s nose, and then, finally, his lips.
The little attentions Kageyama had given him, the way he had built up to the kiss… it had left Suga’s heart fluttering in his chest and he lifted himself up on his toes to press back eagerly, wanting more of this, whatever Kageyama wanted to give him this time.
His lips were stiff, but he kissed Suga carefully, not bringing anything else into it until he began to loosen up a little, mostly from Suga’s hand in his hair, rubbing gently at his scalp and encouraging him with a little pressure. It was moving easier, less strained, and Kageyama’s lips were sweet against him, moving smoother now that they were wet from Suga’s own lips. He had moved closer, his hold on Suga’s hip growing firmer as he tentatively brushed his tongue against Suga’s lips.
Suga opened up for him, and Kageyama took a taste, groaning himself (Suga wondered if he could taste Hinata?) as he opened his mouth further for a deeper reach. They bumped noses as the angle changed and Suga felt Kageyama’s breath hitch in a little laugh before he was swept off of his feet again.
He kissed like he was supporting Suga, leading in a way that made Suga feel like he was the one in charge even though it was obvious that Kageyama was the one controlling their speed as their lips moved at a pleasant pace, only slowing down when Kageyama wanted to taste Suga’s mouth once more.
It was good; Kageyama was a good kisser--he could tell he had been practicing with Hinata by the way his tongue moved and the openness of his mouth, but, separately, they kissed differently as well. Kageyama took his time and it seemed he liked going slower than Hinata, who rushed into things head first, with no build up or teasing at all. Kageyama liked to taste, test, and prod at his partners before getting into the good stuff, while Hinata gave it his all right off the bat.
Kageyama pulled back and Suga nearly gave a groan in disappointment as their lips disconnected. He looked up at the first year, who looked back down at him, expecting feedback.
“That…” Suga brought his hand down from Kageyama’s hair to touch at his bottom lip, smiling. “That was a lot better. Really good, actually. Thank you.”
Kageyama’s reaction to the praise was unexpected; he actually gave Suga a big closed-lipped smile and if the older setter squinted, he could probably catch a light blush on the tops of his cheeks. He was trying not to look too happy though and barely managed to stutter out a reply. “Th-thanks. Sorry about the first time.”
“It’s okay. Ahh, you should probably let go now.”
“Ah.” And he he released Suga from his hold, who took a moment to sit down on the bench behind him.
The locker room was eerily quiet after that. Suga’s head was a little cloudy from the heavy kiss, but even he could tell that everyone was feeling a little one-upped. He vaguely watched as Kageyama walked over to Hinata, who was trying hard to be obvious about moping. He was trying to apologize, Suga realized as Kageyama ducked his head down to whisper in Hinata’s ear. The older setter averted his eyes from the private scene and instead, they fell on the tall blond walking toward him.
“Suga-san,” Tsukishima took his glasses off as he stopped in front of the bench where Suga was sitting, folding them calmly and setting them on the bench a good bit away from them. “Do you need a moment? Or are you ready?”
“Oh, I’m okay. Just let me--,” Suga began to rise from the bench, only to be stopped with a hand on his shoulder.
“Do you mind?” Tsukishima came closer, resting a knee on the bench on the outside of one of Suga’s thighs. Suga, realizing a bit belatedly what Tsukishima was trying to do, felt heat rush to his face and he looked up at the blond… who looked strangely seductive without his glasses on. Or maybe he was trying to look like that?
“Ah… sure. Go ahead.”
And Tsukishima brought his other knee up, straddling his upperclassman as he rested his hands on the setter’s shoulders. He paused, looking down between them at their position and then at Suga’s face, seeming to be looking for signs of what was appropriate to do. Well, until he straight up asked, “Are you okay with teeth?”
“Huh?” Suga started, blinking. “Sure. Just don’t make me bleed.”
And Tsukishima ran his hand up Suga’s neck from his shoulder, causing a shiver rushing down his spine and he ran that hand up behind Suga’s ear, threading his fingers in his hair and giving it small pull, tilting Suga’s head back so that he could bend down and kiss him.
It was a reach. If anything, it would make sense if it were Suga straddling Tsukishima. But the way Suga had to arch his back and strain his neck to kiss at the first year(who was really, really fucking good at this, by the way) was kind of hot. It was like Tsukishima was slightly staying out of reach, kissing deeply and passionately before pulling back enough to have Suga reaching up for more, more… He didn’t even realize he had his hands gripping the front of Tsukishima’s shirt, trying to pull him down until Tsukishima pressed closer and Suga could feel his hands against his own chest between them.
The way Tsukishima’s tongue moved, against his own, across the roof of his mouth, sliding over his teeth, lapping at his mouth at times… Suga whined, trying to pull Tsukishima down closer, who only began responding by pulling Suga’s hair back more instead of retreating himself, which only made Suga gasp and writhe beneath the blond.
Tsukishima was looking down at Suga with lidded eyes, smirking between bouts of deep kissing, and Suga knew. He just knew that Tsukishima had him just where he wanted. He kept switching up between tongue and kissing with his lips, but both were so good, so good, Suga just wanted more of all of it. The blond knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to pull at Suga’s strings, exactly where to put his tongue, exactly how to move his lips... Suga didn’t even think that it could get better until he finally, finally used those teeth.
The setter would’ve figured that something was up by the way Tsukishima gave an airy chuckle against his mouth, but his head was so thick and clouded with needing more of this and gasping against Tsukishima’s mouth with every calculated move that felt so damn natural, so natural, how did he do that? Suga couldn’t even think, and Tsukishima was playing him like a game. And winning.
His heartbeat pounded in his ears as Tsukishima gave an airy moan, putting enough space between their mouths for a moment to lean down and catch Suga’s bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it down as he gazed at Suga from under his half-lidded eyes.
Fuck.
Suga--he couldn’t. Especially when his lip was released and where Tsukishima’s tongue had been was quickly replaced by his thumb as the blond gripped tightly at his jaw, angling Suga’s head so his lips could work at the pale skin of the setter’s neck. He pulled Tsukishima’s thumb into his mouth without question, lapping at it desperately as he felt increasing pressure from the hand knotted in his hair.
He was gone. He was ruined, and Tsukishima…
The blond released a heavy groan as Suga actually lifted his hips to grind against the first year on top of him and decided (how did he have the self control? How could he even think right now?) that that was where they should stop.
One last kiss to his neck and the thumb in his mouth was missing, as well as the heavy, encompassing heat that he hadn’t realized Tsukishima had enveloped him in with their previous position.
“Suga-san,” Tsukishima said clearly, like he hadn’t been kissing the living daylights out of him. “You should probably close your mouth.”
Blinking, Suga tried to adjust his eyes to what was going on. Where he was. Who he was. His jaw closed with a snap and he yelped, tears forming at his eyes as he bit his tongue(why was that hanging out?).
All at once, the locker room exploded with noise.
“Suga-san!” “Suga!” “Are you okay?” “Is that a--” “Oh my god.” “Tsukki!?!” “Did you fucking see--” “Jesus Christ!” “I wanna kiss Tsukishima!” “Suga?”
Everything was absolutely chaotic at that moment and Suga couldn’t really make sense of anything in his current daze.
Tsukishima merely picked up his glasses, cleaned the lenses with his shirt, and placed them back on before going back to his locker by Yamaguchi, who was openly gaping at him (not unlike most of the other people in the room).
“I’m--I’m okay. I think.” Suga managed to say around his pained tongue. “Uhh… I think Tsukishima wins.”
Daichi was at his side, fretting over him for some reason as Suga dazedly gazed up at him.
“No shit.”
“Daichi! Language! The first years are in here!” Suga scolded, and Daichi smiled down at him as the co-captain seemed to return to his normal self.