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In December 2012, Hinata Shouyou proudly presents Kageyama Tobio with some curry buns and his favorite athletic tape for his birthday, and Tobio realizes he’s in love with his first real friend.
In July 2015, he parts ways with his first friend, his first love, his first true volleyball partner, and it feels like he parts ways with his serving arm instead.
In November 2018, the freak duo reunites on different teams. Tobio’s team loses in the season’s debut game, but seeing how much Hinata has improved makes Tobio feel like he’s won anyway.
In November 2018, Kageyama Tobio resigns himself to the fact that he’s still very in love with his best friend.
“Best friend” doesn’t feel quite right. It feels like too much and not enough for what he feels towards Hinata Shouyou. What do you call the man you’ve longed for the entire time you’ve known him, but barely kept in touch with for two years? What do you call the man that you want to tell everything to first, but struggle to get through a single call?
What do you call the man who returns to your life like a goddamn blazing meteor, tearing through your mind and reminding you of everything that makes your bond special…and everything you stand to lose?
Tobio’s not sure. He is sure that he wants nothing more than to slide under the volleyball net and kiss Hinata breathless in the middle of the court. He wants to catch him on the way to the locker rooms and pull him into a single-stall bathroom instead. He wants to get him messy with more than just sweat, then join him in the showers to wash that mess away while creating a new one. He wants to haul him to the hotel room and spend the night unraveling him, hear every moan and gasp and grunt that can slip past those gorgeous lips.
And more than anything, he wants to wake up the next morning with Hinata in his arms and know it will be the first morning of many that they will spend together.
For now, he has to be satisfied with the scraps of joking and bickering he can steal between Hinata’s reunions with old teammates and friends. Tobio doesn’t begrudge him his reunions, of course not, but he’s hungry for any time he can have with him.
Maybe that’s why he accepts Hinata’s invitation to an impromptu Karasuno reunion over drinks, even though he doesn’t like post-game drinks.
He doesn’t like drinking in general, but post-game drinks specifically throw a wrench into his own routines: showering, stretching, journaling, reflecting, meditating, all on his own, all in the pursuit of a better performance at the next game. He used to adhere strictly to the routine, until Hoshiumi playfully told him off for not keeping team morale in mind.
Now he has some exceptions: the first practice with new teammates, the first and last games of the season, the last game of a tournament, birthdays if he’s really pushed into it.
Okay, so he has a lot of exceptions. And now he can add one more: Hinata Shouyou.
Tobio was already braced for drinks after today’s game, whether with the Alders or with Karasuno. The invitation coming from Hinata is just the straw that breaks the camel’s back. He never could say no to Hinata, never could refuse him for good. His mind always changes before he can commit to a refusal, moving on to the question of how to grant Hinata’s wishes.
No matter how much of a brat he’s being.
“Hey, Yama.”
A finger pokes his arm with a well-filed nail—yet another habit Hinata solidified in Brazil. Yet another change Tobio wasn’t around for.
“Yamaaaaa.”
Just like his gorgeous tan. It’s faded a bit since Hinata switched back to indoor, but his skin still glows, perfectly sun-kissed.
“Yama!”
That pesky finger digs into Tobio’s cheek, finally snapping him to attention. “God, what?” he snaps, swatting Hinata’s finger away.
His annoyance is met with a cheeky grin. At least that hasn’t changed. “Tanaka-san asked you a question.”
“Ah.” Tobio’s eyes snap to Tanaka, who’s watching them with that sharktooth-sharp grin. “Sorry, Tanaka-san.”
“Nah, you’re fine!” Tanaka laughs. “It makes sense you’re feeling out of it. That was a crazy game, bruh! Talk about a reunion!”
“It was,” Tobio agrees easily. Pride warms his chest at the memory of Hinata’s performance: his precise serves, his perfect receives, his slick diversions, and his sets, fuck, those sets. The only thing hotter than watching Hinata toss was watching him save Tobio’s block with his heel.
No, that’s not true. The hottest thing Hinata did during the match was…be Hinata. He’s always been stunning, but Brazil has made him hot. He’s so fucking sexy now, with his strong arms, trim waist, and that ass, fuck, that thick ass and thick thighs that Tobio would give anything to be strangled by—
Woah. Down boy.
He pulls himself out of his horny spiral just in time to catch Tanaka's question the second time around. “What was it like to play against each other?”
“Amazing.” Okay, way too honest. “I mean—”
“Amazing?” Hinata echoes with that shit-eating (adorable) grin of his. “Even though you lost?”
Tobio shrugs, even though it’s too late to feign nonchalance. “We lost because you got stronger and we weren’t prepared for that. We’ll win next time.”
“Not if my favorite kouhai thinks of something new!” Tanaka declares. His proud, beaming smile is easily matched by Hinata. “No one could’ve predicted half the things you did in the last few rallies. That foot save was insane, and that last fake-out?” Tanaka holds out his hand for a hearty high-five with Hinata. “That’s what I call the greatest decoy!”
“Thanks, Tanaka-san,” Hinata chuckles, a pleased flush rising to his cheeks. His smile is sweet, almost bashful, until he looks at Tobio. Then it sharpens into something knowing. “It only worked because Yama couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Riiiight?”
Here comes that finger again, this time aimed for Tobio’s waist. He almost sees it in slow motion from the corner of his eye, slow enough that he manages to catch Hinata’s wrist before his finger can make contact. Might as well turn the tables while he’s got Hinata surprised.
So Tobio pulls. He tugs Hinata in close, closer than either of them expected, close enough that he can count the fading freckles sprinkled over his tanned cheeks and the lashes that flutter over wide eyes.
And those lips…they’re parted in surprise, damp from the single beer Hinata’s been nursing all night, so very pink and deliciously plush. Tobio just knows they’d be a dream to feel cushioned against his own lips.
But first—“You’re right,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low just to see Hinata’s flush deepen, “I couldn’t look away. I never can.”
“Kageyama…”
“Did we have another order of beer over here?”
The table bursts into noise as everyone tries to direct their harried waitress to the right people. The racket slices through the tension that had suddenly swelled between Tobio and Hinata, startling Tobio into releasing Hinata’s wrist.
Despite being freed, Hinata doesn’t back away. His pretty brown eyes keep flickering over Tobio’s face, searching for something, for what? He’s too close, too perceptive, too likely to see 7 years of longing slip through Tobio’s cracks.
Tobio jolts to his feet, nearly jostling the table and its myriad of dishes and beer mugs. He ignores the laughed questions if he’s okay, keeps his eyes turned away from Hinata’s startled confusion, and rushes to the bathroom. He just needs a few seconds, some time by himself to splash water on his face and pull himself back together.
The tiny bathroom is empty, free for Tobio to stumble in and lock the door behind him.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
Fuck. Fuck. He’s being so stupid. He finally has everything he’s ever wanted—standing on the same stage as the “someone better” he’s waited half his life for—and it’s still not enough. Hinata’s supposed to be the greedy one, always pushing at the limits of what should be possible and trying new things. When did Hinata become content while Tobio aches for something more?
It should be so easy to hide his feelings, stuff them away like he did all through high school. It’s basically an old habit at this point. But everything’s different now. Hinata’s different now. Yes, he’s still a little shit who has way too much fun pushing Tobio’s buttons. But now there’s an extra edge to his shit-eating grin and his touches linger for an extra beat. There’s just enough intent for Tobio to get his hopes up, which is quite possibly the stupidest thing for Tobio to believe.
He twists the tap to the coldest setting, making sure the water is icy against his burning cheeks. It’s enough to bring him back down to the earth, a reminder to pull himself back together so he can actually enjoy himself. Today was the culmination of his and Hinata’s rivalry, and now his first team that felt like a family is reuniting in celebration. He can’t ruin it with his moping and yearning.
He will go back out there, figure out a way to put distance between himself and Hinata without sparking suspicions, and actually immerse himself in the festivities. No one will even notice—
“Yama!”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Occupied.”
“I know, stupid, let me in!”
“The hell? Wait your turn!”
“I know you’re not actually using it! Let me in!”
“No!”
“Let me in or I’ll ask the staff to unlock the door.”
“Are you insane?!”
“You wanna find out?”
Swearing furiously under his breath, Tobio fumbles with the lock and flings the door open, revealing Hinata standing there with flushed cheeks and blazing eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tobio spits out, ignoring the way that gaze heats up his blood.
“That’s my question,” Hinata snaps back. He pushes Tobio to the opposite wall, making enough space in the tiny bathroom for him to step inside and close the door behind him. “What’s going on with you? I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but you’re staring at me so much and you’ve been acting even weirder since we got here! Are you that pissed that we beat you guys?”
“What? No!” He should be, is the thing. Tobio should be pissed about adding another loss to his tally against Hinata. But he was too high on the thrill of finally playing against him for anything more than a pang of disappointment to prick him. Even now, all he can feel is thrilling pride for how far Hinata has come. “I’m proud of you, dumbass.”
“See? That’s weird!” It’s almost funny how compressed Hinata looks in this tiny space. There isn’t enough room for his usual flailing arms when he’s frustrated, so instead his hands gesture wildly while his elbows are fixed to his sides. “You’ve never said that to me! You barely ever told me ‘good job,’ and now you’re proud of me?!”
“Because I’ve never seen you play like that!” Tobio’s cheeks feel hot enough to sizzle away the lingering drops of water, a perfect match to Hinata's red cheeks and wide eyes. “I’ve never seen anyone play like that! You’ve gotten better at every fucking thing, and it would have been so annoying from anyone but you. You fucking…you shined out there. And you’re still so goddamn hungry, it’s impossible to look at anyone else when you’re playing. I didn’t know how much I…”
If he keeps talking, everything will change. If he keeps talking, he won’t be able to take it back. “...how much I missed you until I stood on the same court as you again. Volleyball isn’t— I don’t— it’s not the same without you. It never was, not even when you sucked. And now you’re a Div 1 player, playing better than you ever have. Today wasn’t enough. I want more.”
At some point, his eyes fall to his hand resting next to the sink, too scared to look Hinata in the eye. Then a smaller, tanner hand slides next to his, fingertips bumping as a soft voice asks, “What did I get better at?”
“You already know.”
“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”
Irritation flares up, familiar and comforting, only to fall away when Tobio looks up and finds Hinata’s eyes heavy-lidded and flickering down to his lips. Something in Tobio’s chest twists in recognition. But no…no, it can’t be. There’s no way that’s desire.
“Your serve is strong and actually accurate now,” he murmurs, because he’s never been able to refuse Hinata for long. “Seeing you pull off a jump serve was insane. You threw the ball so high, I thought there was no way you would reach it, but then you jumped and proved me wrong.”
“Maybe one day I’ll get as good as you.”
A smile tugs at Tobio’s lips. “Keep dreaming.”
Hinata grins, a quick, cheeky little quirk of the lips, before it falls away with two words. “What else?”
“Your receives are so quick now.” Tobio’s eyes are fixed on Hinata now. He doesn’t want to miss any part of the journey his flush is taking from his cheeks, down to his neck. “I get why they called you a ninja. I’ve never seen anyone get across a court so fast.” He shifts his hand over the countertop until it rests next to Hinata, bringing him close enough to see those freckles again. “And the way you kept receiving my serves was really annoying.”
Tobio feels like a predator closing in on Hinata, especially when Hinata’s back meets the locked door. But despite his quickening breaths and deepening flush, Hinata manages a smirk. “Can’t let you get too comfy out there.”
“With you on the court? Never.”
Tanned fingers wrap into Tobio’s jacket and tug him into the last pinch of air separating them. His breaths are hot on Tobio’s cheeks and Tobio’s breaths tussle his messy, ginger tufts. “What else?”
What else? What else is there? For the first time in his life, Tobio can’t remember much about the volleyball court. He’s too distracted by the irresistible heat of Hinata being right there, so close, so kissable…
But there’s one thing he can never forget.
“You’re not the Greatest Decoy anymore.”
“Huh?!”
“You’re the best decoy.” Hinata’s fingers tighten again and Tobio’s more than happy to lean even closer, nearly bringing their foreheads together. “No one could keep their eyes off you. You were perfect.”
A sound escapes Hinata—a whimper, a whine? Tobio can’t decide, not before he’s pulled into the kiss he’s waited for all these years.
The first kiss is soft, almost tentative, like the first nervous step into water. It’s just long enough for Tobio to appreciate Hinata’s lips: warm, slightly chapped, and pillowy perfect under Tobio’s. Then Hinata pulls away, and Tobio goes from being lost against his lips to being lost in his eyes.
He doesn’t know what Hinata is looking for, but whatever it is, he finds it, because the next kiss he pulls Tobio into is open-mouthed. He’s tossed headfirst into Hinata’s desire and he would happily drown in it.
Hinata kisses the way Tobio always dreamed he would: messy, passionate, and so fucking greedy. Nothing is close enough, nothing is deep enough—nothing is enough, not to his biting teeth, sucking lips, and hungry fingers. It’s everything that Tobio fell in love with, concentrated in this messy makeout in a tiny izakaya bathroom.
True to Hinata’s greed, pressing their bodies flush against each other isn’t enough. He hooks a leg around Tobio’s hip, an unspoken demand that Tobio understands perfectly as he picks Hinata up and sits him on the tiny counterspace by the sink. Hinata hums in approval, tightening both legs around Tobio’s hips and keeping him pinned to the counter, as if there’s anywhere else Tobio would rather be.
Tobio didn’t know he could feel so warm in the middle of November. He didn’t know pressing into Hinata’s space, feeling his hot breaths, hot lips, hot skin, would feel like holding the sun itself. Tobio sneaks a hand under Hinata’s shirt to grab his bare waist, distracting him with kisses down his neck while his fingertips flex against hot muscles. Hinata’s bitten-back moans are the loveliest music Tobio’s ever heard, and all he wants is to pull every note possible from those kiss-swollen lips.
God, it’d be so easy to shove their pants off, so easy to connect their bodies the way he messily dreamed in high school. But even a second to strip their clothes off is a second too long away from Hinata, a second Tobio can spend sucking a mark just under Hinata’s collar and feeling his ribs stutter with his gasps for air.
“Wait, wait—!”
The fingers in Tobio’s hair suddenly tighten and wrench him away from Hinata’s throat. “Ow, what the fuck—”
“Not yet,” Hinata gasps. His eyes hold all the steadiness that his shaky breaths lack. “The others are going to notice we’re gone.”
“I don’t care.”
Hinata laughs in disbelief. “I do! I’m not going to ditch our reunion for a hookup.”
“That’s all I am?” Tobio scoffs, but his chest pangs at the idea. “Just a hookup?”
Who knew he could be so turned-on by a stern look? Or maybe it’s just Hinata’s effect on him. “You know you’re not. That’s why I want to enjoy this.” His fingers are gentle as they trace Tobio’s spit-slick lips. “Do you have your own room tonight?”
Fuck yes. “I wasn’t supposed to,” is what Tobio manages to say instead, “but Ushijima-san is staying with family tonight.”
“Good. Then here’s what we’re going to do.” The gentle fingers at Tobio’s lips suddenly hold his chin in place, making sure he can’t look away from Hinata’s eyes. “You’re going to hide your hard-on and we’re going to go back out there. We’re going to stay until people start leaving. You’re going to take me to your hotel room, and you’re going to fuck me like it’s all you’ve wanted for five years.”
“Damn,” Tobio huffs, “you got even bossier in Brazil.”
“I changed a lot of things in Brazil,” Hinata purrs, before brushing his lips to Tobio’s ear. “I can show you everything tonight.”
He pulls back, smirking at whatever stupid expression must be on Tobio’s face, before gently nudging him away, hopping off the counter, and slipping right out of the bathroom.
Tobio loves his team at Karasuno, especially his first year team. But the final half-hour of their reunion drinks is the longest 30 minutes he’s ever experienced in his entire life. He thinks that it’ll at least be enough time for his hard-on to die down.
Maybe it would have been, if he sat anywhere but at Hinata’s side. Now every rock against him, every whiff of his body wash when he leans in, every chuckle and playful whine, are vivid reminders of what awaits him when they get out of here. It’s like all his years of shoving down his hunger for Hinata have finally caught up to him, turning him into a degenerate who could drool at everything Hinata does.
Somehow, no one notices or calls out Tobio’s red ears and stiff posture, not until they’re exchanging farewell hugs and going their separate ways. “Aw, Kageyama,” Sugawara laughs, “you still hug like a plank of wood!”
“Sorry, Sugawara-san.”
Finally, finally he and Hinata manage to slip away. They keep a respectable distance between them as they walk to the hotel, and Tobio does a passable job of acting like his every nerve ending isn’t aching for Hinata’s touch.
Hinata, for his part, looks cool as a cucumber. It’s almost hurtful, how unbothered he looks when he’s usually so eager and greedy for anything he wants. Maybe it’s just another change, another sign of maturity that he developed in Brazil. Or maybe he just doesn’t want Tobio as desperately as Tobio wants him. The mere idea is enough to twist Tobio’s stomach, leaving him feeling nauseous as they arrive at the hotel and step into the elevator.
Then, the second the elevator doors close, Hinata pins Tobio to the back wall and pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss. “God, that was the longest walk of my life,” he breathes against Tobio’s lips.
Relief burns through Tobio and steals away his words, leaving him speechless as he fights to keep up with Hinata’s kisses. They’re in the elevator for a fraction of the time that they shared in the izakaya bathroom, but their hungry desire for each other is still a hot, heavy thing, tangible in the air around them. Hinata only pulls away when the elevator dings with their arrival at Tobio’s floor, keeping one hand possessively wrapped around Tobio’s wrist.
Tobio takes one step out of the elevator before holding firm against Hinata’s tugs. “Hinata.”
“Mmh?”
“Hinata, wait.” Hinata finally stops and turns towards Tobio. Fuck, a grown man shouldn’t look so adorable with lidded eyes and pouting lips. “Are you sure about this?”
Hinata’s urgency falters into confusion. “Huh?”
“Are you sure?” Tobio repeats, voice firm. “You have to be sure about this. If I get my hands on you, I won’t be able to stop.”
Hinata blinks, eyes flickering over Tobio’s face as though searching for something, before his pout sharpens into a smirk. “Come on, Yama,” he purrs, leaning close and looking up at Tobio through his coppery lashes, “you know I always finish what I start.”
“Fuck…come here,” Tobio growls, using Hinata’s hold to pull him into another kiss. It’s only their fourth kiss of the night, but Hinata’s already gotten used to taking the lead. Maybe that’s why he responds to Tobio’s mild manhandling by hooking a leg around his hips, right there in the middle of the hallway.
Fine.
Without breaking their kiss, Tobio picks up Hinata, arms straining under all that new muscle as Hinata wraps both legs around him. Tobio blindly stumbles down the hallway, refusing to pull away nor let Hinata go, not even to dig out his keycard. He just pins Hinata to the door and lets him take over their kisses while he fumbles with his wallet.
“Woah,” Hinata laughs when the door suddenly swings open behind him. He lets Tobio set him down, though he doesn’t let Tobio go. His hands slide from Tobio’s shoulders down his body as Tobio kicks the door shut behind himself and leads Hinata to the bed.
Those tanned, clever hands nearly slip beneath Tobio’s shirt, but Tobio manages to catch them and press them to his lips. “You, first,” he murmurs into Hinata’s soft skin, such a contrast to his calloused palms.
“Huh?”
Tobio leans in, just to brush a kiss against Hinata’s throat and feel him shiver beneath his lips. “Take off your shirt. Show me everything.” He slides his hands under Hinata’s shirt. Hinata’s always run hot, like the sun he’s named after. “You said you would show me how you changed. So show me.”
A soft moan trembles at Tobio’s lips. “That’s not fair,” Hinata breathes, even as he arches his neck into Tobio’s kisses. He doesn’t pull away, not even when Tobio drags his shirt up his body. No, he only pulls away to do the exact thing that he was just complaining about: tugging his shirt off over his head. “There! Happy?”
“Happy” doesn’t cut it. Tobio feels…he can’t think of the words, can’t think of anything beyond the beauty of Hinata’s physique. He’s strong, strong in a way that shows his continued commitment to his own growth since first year. His new body is emphasized by his still-fading tan, with the way it gradually tapers from his arms to his chest. His chest is lighter than his arms, but there’s still some color that speaks to Hinata spending some time shirtless on the beaches of Rio. Good. That means the pale scars lining the outer curves of his pecs gave him the last boost of gender euphoria that he never quite found in high school.
And yet, for all of his growth and strength, Hinata is still leaner than Tobio. It makes sense—his agility on the court is half of what makes him such a formidable player, and his leaner physique always contributed to that—but for once, Tobio’s not thinking about how that benefits volleyball. No, he’s too distracted by the heady knowledge that he can probably manhandle professional athlete Hinata as much as he manhandled tiny first year Hinata.
“Why are you staring? You’re being creepy.”
Ah. Tobio drags his eyes up from Hinata’s faint happy trail disappearing under his waistband and finds Hinata frowning a little petulantly at him. “Sorry. You’re just…” Stunning. Beautiful. Handsome. Gorgeous. “You’re really hot now.”
The tension tightening Hinata’s features melts away with his soft scoff. “Well, yeah. That’s why you brought me here, right? To admire how hot I am now?”
“Right.” With that, Tobio pushes Hinata to the bed, admiring his tan skin against the white covers before crawling between his sprawled legs. “I need a closer look.”
“Gross, Corny-yam-ah!” Hinata snickers break into a startled moan when Tobio drags his tongue over a nipple.
If Tobio can have his way, he won’t let Hinata leave before he explores every inch of his changed body. He presses his lips, teeth, tongue to every part of Hinata he can reach, soaking in the melody of moans and gasps that leave Hinata’s lips. He curls his tongue and closes his lips around each nipple, nuzzles into the faint lines of Hinata’s abs, and lovingly scratches his teeth along Hinata’s collarbones until they’re littered with a pretty necklace of bruises and scrapes.
“W-Wait, Yama…lemme…you, too…”
“You first,” is all Tobio grunts back before he dips his tongue back into Hinata’s belly button and makes him cry out again. Then he brushes his lips over Hinata’s faint happy trail, relishing the way his muscles jump under his lips while his hands undo Hinata’s pants. He doesn’t stop exploring Hinata’s body to ask permission. He just tugs at the waistband and gets his permission when Hinata lifts his hips in response, helping him tug his jeans off.
Only then does Tobio pull back, admiring those strong, tan legs finally bared to him. God…did he really spend most of the match cursing Rio’s beaches? How could he curse the beaches that crafted these god-like legs and thick thighs? Tobio’s never thought about how he’ll die, but damn, dying from getting crushed by Hinata’s thighs would be a helluva way to go.
Those thighs can only distract him for so long from his true prize: the damp patch darkening the crotch of Hinata’s briefs. Tobio's mouth floods at the mere thought of dragging his tongue between Hinata's folds, licking up his juices to the tune of Hinata's pretty moans.
But then Hinata arches, thrusting his spit-slick nipples in the air as his lashes flutter. "Yama," he whines, "kiss me." And Tobio can't do anything but obey.
He crawls back up the bed, relishing the feeling of those thighs spreading around his hips, and leans in for a kiss. The moment their lips meet, Hinata's legs suddenly snap in around Tobio as his arms tighten around his shoulders, leaving him helpless as Hinata flips their positions a little too easily.
"Holy fuck— what the hell, dumbass?!" he shouts, scowling when Hinata pulls away with a sheepish-yet-cheeky grin.
"You were taking too long," Hinata declares, punctuating his words with a sweet peck. "And I wanna look down at you for once."
With a growl, Tobio sits upright, holding Hinata in his lap with an arm around his trim waist. "Enjoy it while you can," he grunts.
"Oh, I will," Hinata coos, before kissing him again.
"Kissing" doesn't feel like the right word. It's more like Hinata's devouring Tobio, licking into his mouth and nipping at his lips while his fingers in Tobio's hair keeps him close. Tobio can only follow his lead, blood burning in his veins at Hinata's sheer hunger.
As he feeds Hinata's hunger, Tobio indulges his own, grabbing greedily at Hinata's ass and grinding up against his clothed pussy. Hinata's briefs are already so dark with his dripping arousal, and Tobio's fingertips keep grazing the damp fabric as he gropes at that plump peach of an ass. Fuck, he wants to press his fingerprints into Hinata's bare skin, but he can't bear to stop grinding long enough to properly strip those briefs off. He can only slide them off his hips, peeling the damp fabric away from Hinata's cunt, only to grind it in again.
Hinata growls and abruptly climbs off of the bed, pushing Tobio back and leaving him staring dumbly at the ceiling. When Tobio lifts his head, he nearly chokes on his next breath. Hinata is kicking off his briefs, leaving himself completely naked. Suddenly Tobio can drink in every inch of his sun-kissed skin and the skin that is still pale, skin that even the sun hasn’t seen. Skin that only he can see.
Hinata’s hips and upper thighs are the palest part of him, unchanged after all these years. And god, Tobio wants to put his mouth all over them. He wants to lick along Hinata’s tanlines and suck marks into his soft inner thighs, wants to feel his hips and that ass pillow under his fingertips. More than anything, he really, really wants to eat Hinata out.
He doesn’t get the chance to say that, though, not before Hinata crawls back across the bed and over Tobio’s lap. “There,” he huffs, settling back down. The slightest shiver runs through him when his pussy presses against Tobio’s straining jeans, but Hinata doesn’t let the intimate touch distract him. “Now you can stop trying to take off my clothes, Bossy-yama.”
“Thought you liked me bossy,” Tobio purrs. He slides a hand around Hinata’s waist and drags it up his back, pulling him close enough to mouth at his throat.
“Mmh…I like your mouth better when you’re kissing me.”
With that, Hinata combs his fingers through Tobio’s hair and pulls him away, before descending on his lips. Tobio relishes the kisses, but he can’t help getting distracted by the bare skin and flexing muscles under his hands. Hinata may have grown with his strength, but Tobio’s hands can still span his beach-sculpted thighs and his plump peach of an ass. His fingertips pillow into those plush cheeks, groping shamelessly as they go firm with each little rock of Hinata’s hips.
With every kiss and squeeze, Tobio swears he can feel his jeans get wetter and wetter, soaked by Hinata's drooling cunt. What a waste. That pussy could be dripping onto Tobio's tongue instead.
It's hard to pull away from Hinata's sweet lips, but mmh, his moans are so much clearer when they aren't muffled by Tobio's kisses. His notes are almost crystalline in the air as Tobio presses kisses down his throat, sucks teasingly at his nipples, and drags his lips down his stomach, all while Hinata is still on his knees. Tobio's almost at his belly button by the time Hinata finally pants, "Yama? What're you doing?"
"Sit on my face."
Hinata's brown eyes, so heavy with desire, spring wide open. "Eh?!"
"C'mere," Tobio orders breathlessly, resting his head on a pillow and tugging gently at Hinata's hips. "Come sit."
"Are you kidding? I could break your neck!"
"I'm stronger than you think."
"So am I! I'm heavier than I was in high school—I've got real muscles now!"
"Yeah," Tobio hums with a lecherous grin as he shamelessly squeezes Hinata's ass. "I know."
"Pervy-yama," Hinata scoffs, skepticism still tight around his eyes.
Fine. Tobio's always been better at getting his way through actions than words.
"Ahh!" Hinata teeters off-balance, barely catching himself on the headboard as his hips jerk down on Tobio's fingers. Tobio groans with Hinata's yelp; his pussy is so wet, so hot, so soft, like silk on Tobio's calluses. Somehow, Hinata's cunt is even better than Tobio ever imagined in all those times he tried and failed to not think of it while jerking off. None of Tobio's guilt-ridden daydreams prepared him for the way Hinata's hole shivers when his fingertips brush over it, nor the way Hinata helplessly arches when Tobio drags his slick up to his plump, cherry-red clit.
Even better is the view. From where Tobio's laying down, he can see Hinata's folds shine with his slick, can see his clit shiver, can see his cunt throb when he teases his hole. Hinata's so fucking beautiful, and Tobio might die if he doesn't get his mouth on him.
"Sit on my face, Hinata," Tobio purrs, his other hand nudging Hinata to shuffle forward on his knees. "I'll make it even better."
"That's— cheating—" Hinata stammers, but he doesn't pull away. No, his hips rock with Tobio's teasing drags, even tries to guide Tobio's fingers to his hole or clit, and his knees keep inching forward.
Tobio likes to think he's grown more patient in adulthood, more capable of waiting for good things to come. But Hinata's always been his exception.
The moment one of Hinata's knees sinks into the pillow, Tobio grabs his hips and yanks him down. Hinata manages to catch himself before he lands on Tobio's face, but he can't even snap, "Geez!" before Tobio cranes his head up and wraps his lips around his clit.
Just like that, Hinata's jaw drops with a ragged moan and his legs give out, leaving him helpless to Tobio guiding him exactly where he wants him. Tobio barely catches the lewd squish of Hinata's pussy against his face before his world goes dark.
Tobio wastes no time: he spears his tongue into Hinata, relishing the way his cunt shivers against his cheeks as Tobio coaxes more slick out to dribble over his lips. His pussy is candy on Tobio's tongue, juicier and sweeter than the ripest peach. Tobio's mouth is graceless, too focused on dragging his tongue along every single fold.
Hinata's thighs are tight around his ears, but Tobio can still hear his ragged, beautiful moans and cries as he grinds that plump clit along Tobio's nose. Those moans are a harmony to the filthy slurps and squishes of Tobio's work. Every shaky breath smells like Hinata's cunt, slick splashes everywhere, and Tobio is getting a little lightheaded, but fuck, he can't stop, can't fathom stopping. He won't let Hinata pull away until he's felt that pussy tremble and throb with an orgasm.
His cock is aching in his jeans, so hard it actually hurts, but Tobio's weirdly glad he didn't think to unbutton his jeans. The painful constraint is the only thing keeping him from cumming in the middle of eating Hinata out. He has to cum in Hinata. He just has to. If he gets his way, he'll fuck Hinata until his ball are wrung out, but the first one needs to be deep in Hinata's pussy. He needs to feel Hinata's cunt squeeze and flutter around his cock the way it is around his tongue. He needs to know what those tight walls feel like. He needs to look into Hinata's eyes and watch his pretty face melt with his release. He needs to hear him repeat his senseless babbling and moans without his thighs muffling them.
"Ah, haaaah, right there, oh, fuck— you're so good, so good, Yama, knew you'd be so good, hnnn, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me— oh!"
Tobio's hands tighten around Hinata's hips, keeping him pinned to his mouth as he finally shakes apart. He couldn't care less about his aching jaw and nose, not when the man of his dreams is sitting on his face and dripping pussy juice right onto his greedy tongue.
Tobio keeps licking, keeps devouring, even when Hinata starts to fall still. He doesn't even stop when Hinata's babbles turn into whines of, "Too much, Yama, too much, mmh!"
Tobio only stops when fingers suddenly sink into his hair and firmly tug, impossible to ignore. He finally lets go of Hinata’s thighs, letting him jolt away from his mouth and completely collapse on him. He’s still sitting along Tobio’s collarbones, pussy fluttering every time Tobio exhales against the puffy folds. It looks so pretty like this, flushed and swollen and shining with slick. How quickly can he make it spasm with another orgasm? Maybe this time he can squish his fingers in with his tongue, really drag his callouses against those silky walls—
“Mmh…you’re hard.” The soft mumble and the gentle pressure against his tented jeans distracts Tobio from Hinata’s arousal to his own. Sweaty, mussed-up curls drag against his jeans as Hinata noses at the straining zipper, and suddenly, a fresh trickle of slick soaks into Tobio’s collar. “You got like this because of me?”
“Who else, dumbass?” Tobio mutters, voice shuddering when Hinata brushes his lips to the taut material.
“Wow…you really liked eating me out.”
Of course I did. I like you. I love you.
Tobio swallows hard against the words threatening to rise in his throat. He can’t confess his love when he’s face-to-face with the naked pussy of his best friend who is now mouthing at his stifled erection. Fuck, this is not how he thought this night would go.
“Lemme see,” Hinata huffs, pawing at his zipper, clumsy at this angle. Somehow, the temptation of Tobio’s naked cock is enough to bring the strength back to Hinata’s limbs, because he manages to flip himself over and perch on his knees as he works at Tobio’s jeans. He’s too focused on Tobio’s cock to worry about his pussy rising over Tobio’s lips again, so fucking tempting with all that fresh juice dripping from that hole like a ripe peach.
He can’t help it. He has to drag his tongue between those lips, sucking a little at the swollen, cherry-red clit, just to make Hinata’s thighs tremble around his face. “Ah, wait—!”
“For what?” Tobio grunts before lapping up more slick right from Hinata’s hole.
“I want to cum on your cock, not your tongue!”
Tobio decides to humor him, lifting his hips just enough to let Hinata shove his jeans and boxers down. He groans into Hinata’s pussy when his cock is finally freed, springing out of its confines to slap up against his abs. He basks in Hinata’s moaned, “Oh, fuck…,” only to moan himself when Hinata kitten-licks at his leaking tip. “You’re so hot,” Hinata sighs, dragging an admiring hand up Tobio’s shaft. “God, you’re gonna feel so good in me.”
“The condoms are—”
“Are you clean?”
Tobio nearly laughs—he hasn’t hooked up with anyone in well over a year, let alone since the team’s seasonal health screening—but he chokes it back when Hinata turns himself around and faces Tobio, eyes blazing in determination and pussy almost dripping onto his cock where it’s curved against his abs. “Yeah,” is all Tobio manages to grunt.
“Me, too.” With that, Hinata sits his pussy on Tobio’s cock, moaning as he slides his slippery cunt all over Tobio’s length. It’s torturous, so close yet so far from the slick squeeze Tobio’s aching for. “I want you to fuck me raw.”
“W-What?” Tobio fumbles for better words when Hinata’s eyes flash with hurt. “I mean—nng—are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Strangled groans escape both of them when Hinata grinds his clit against Tobio’s cockhead. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I want to feel everything—mmh!”
His breathless words singe through Tobio’s horny daze like a match to paper. “How long?” he asks. When Hinata doesn’t answer, Tobio grabs his hips and pins him down, ignoring the sweet, wet heat almost enveloping him. “Hinata, how long?”
Hinata’s already flushed with arousal, but when that flush deepens, Tobio knows it’s not just from the continued pressure to his clit. “I…a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“I don’t know!” Hinata squirms, but Tobio doesn’t let go. He’s not squeezing tight enough to be hurting him, and right now, Tobio needs answers. “High school!”
“No shit, high school. When in high school?”
Blunt nails dig into Tobio’s abs, earning nothing more than a surprised hiss. “I don’t know,” Hinata repeats, a mumble this time. “I don’t remember when I started…feeling like this. I guess I figured it out in second year.”
Hinata refuses to meet Tobio’s gaze, keeping his own eyes fixed to his hands…until Tobio mutters, “First year, for me.”
Then those brown eyes jolt up to his, shining so sweetly like honey in the sun. “Really?!”
“Yeah.” Now that Hinata’s stopped squirming, Tobio can let his hands drag up his gorgeous body, tracing the faint lines of his muscles before squeezing at his pecs. A blush seems to follow his hands, eventually meeting the flush seeping down his throat from his cheeks. “I didn’t think about it. I thought you didn’t feel the same. I was going to try and get over you when you left for Brazil, but I just…couldn’t.”
“Aw,” Hinata huffs, lashes fluttering when Tobio drags calloused fingertips around his nipples. “We could’ve been doing this way faster?”
“Maybe.” Man, this is not how he imagined this conversation going. He never thought he’d confess his perpetual crush on Hinata while said crush sits naked against Tobio’s dick. “But I don’t mind starting now.”
“Really?” A russet brow arches.
“Mmh…just means we can make up for lost time.”
Hinata smiles, all bright warmth and mischief, and Tobio wonders for the 100th time that night how he lasted three years without that smile. “Sappy-yama,” he chuckles before kissing Tobio so sweetly.
It doesn’t take long for their kisses to heat up again—it’s hard not to be urged along by a naked pussy sitting on a naked cock—and soon Hinata’s hands become as greedy as his lips. They slip under Tobio’s shirt, pushing it up until the material is awkwardly bunched up under his arms. “Oi,” Tobio mumbles against Hinata’s lips.
“I don’t wanna be the only one naked,” Hinata grumbles back, sneaking a light nip between his kisses. “I wanna see you, too.”
“Greedy.” Tobio doesn’t bother pointing out that most of Hinata’s time being naked was spent sitting on Tobio’s face, depriving Tobio of precious time admiring his whole body. It was worth it to be buried in his pussy.
He refuses to stop their kisses. Even when he disjointedly tugs his shirt over his head, he dives back in as soon as he’s free, ignoring Hinata’s snickers. It’s easy to turn those snickers into soft moans by plucking his nipples and grinding against his hips. Tobio’s cock drags between Hinata’s folds, cockhead nearly catching on his hole, and Tobio can’t help groaning with Hinata. It’d be so easy to push just right and slide smoothly into place, but dammit, Tobio wants Hinata to be the one to break. He wants Hinata to beg.
“Yama…fuck me, come on.”
Fuck it, close enough.
The second Tobio breathes, “Okay,” a hand wraps around his cock and lines him up with a dripping hole. “Fuck, slow down, dumbass,” he groans, hands scrambling at Hinata’s hips.
“Can’t,” Hinata pants, whimpering as his hole drips onto Tobio’s cock. The hand around him starts slowly pumping him, spreading all that pussy slick along his length until it shines with Hinata’s arousal. “You teased me too much, I’m too wet, see?” Yeah…Yeah, Tobio sees. “You’ll slide right in, it’ll feel so good— ahhh!”
Enough talking. Tobio tilts his hips up, gasping when his cockhead squeezes into Hinata. Yeah, he’s wet and Tobio does slide in, but Hinata is still so fucking tight, a vice around his cock. It takes everything in Tobio not to cum already. At least Hinata looks just as wrecked, eyes squeezed tight and kiss-bruised lips falling open with little breathy moans.
“Hinata…Shouyou…” His given name is enough to make Hinata whimper as he pries his eyes open to look at Tobio. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Hurt myself?” Hinata echoes in breathless disbelief. “Are you kidding? I feel amazing.” His words break into another moan as he slides down Tobio’s length. “How are you so big everywhere? It’s not fair!”
“Are you seriously complaining about that now?” Tobio huffs, grinding up again. The little movement is just enough to bring their hips flush together, letting Hinata sit with a triumphant croon.
“Nah,” Hinata says with a soft laugh. “You’re perfect.” He leans forward, bringing those smiling lips to Tobio’s, and starts rocking his hips just in time for Tobio to groan against his tongue. The rhythm he sets is sensual, almost lazy as his pussy stretches to Tobio’s size, and it’s making Tobio insane. He tries to grind up, tries to urge Hinata along, but he could never compete with Hinata's stubbornness. Hinata just sits and refuses to move until Tobio backs off, before picking up the same languid rhythm. It's as if getting Tobio' cock in him has chased off his desperation to fuck and replaced it with pure contentment at getting stretched out.
"You're so deep," Hinata whimpers between kisses, sitting up to finally start bouncing a little. It's only then that Tobio notices it: a slight bulge under Hinata's belly button, a bulge that only shifts with Hinata's bounces. Tobio is spellbound by it, can't resist reaching out and rubbing a gentle thumb over the bulge, which makes them both cry out. "Wha—?" Hinata looks down and gapes at the bulge. "Is that you?!"
"Yeah," Tobio breathes in awe. He gives it another little rub and groans with the slight pressure. "Fuck, you're so hot. You take me so well."
Hinata just whines in response, too focused on riding Tobio. Fuck, he looks gorgeous from down here. His dark auburn lashes flutter against his blushing cheeks and his pink, kiss-swollen lips hang open with his moans. His cheeks' flush seeps down his chest, almost highlighting his puffy nipples, and his pretty little waist is working so hard as Hinata fucks himself on Tobio's cock.
And mmmh, that pussy…it looks so good all stretched around Tobio. It's so flushed and so wet, gushing and dripping down Tobio's length while that swollen clit quivers in the room's air.
God, he needs to fuck him so bad. Why does Hinata need to show restraint now?
"Hinata—"
"Seriously?" Hinata raises a brow at Tobio with a soft scoff. "You've finally got your dick in me and you still won't call me 'Shouyou'?"
"Now who's crude?" Tobio retorts, cheeks warm. "Fine, Shouyou—" Oh, he's never going to get enough of making international beach volleyball star Hinata Shouyou whimper. "—let me fuck you."
"I'm already—"
"Really fuck you."
A big huff heaves out of Hinata, but the flush on his cheeks deepens as he wraps his fingers around Tobio's wrists and slides his hands down his waist to rest on his hips. "Fine," he says, hips still working sinfully, "fuck me."
Finally.
Tobio tightens his fingers, the only warning before he plants his feet to the bed and thrusts. A ragged cry tears out of Hinata and his head falls back—bingo. It's easy for Tobio to hold his aim as his thrusts speed up, driving right into Hinata's g-spot and reducing Hinata to wordless moans and hands scrabbling against Tobio's chest for some sort of support.
"Oh, fuck," Hinata cries. If he was pretty before, he's a fucking vision now, with his ginger curls sticking to his sweaty cheeks and his pecs bouncing every time their hips meet. Tobio almost regrets not being able to see his ass bounce, too, but nothing can compare to how wrecked Hinata's lovely features look. "Yama—!"
"You've finally got me stuffing your cunt and you still won't call me 'Tobio'?" Tobio chuckles in a mocking echo. "Come on, Shou."
As soon as Hinata hears the nickname, his cunt ripples around Tobio's cock. "So—mmh—crude, Tobi—oh!"
"Yeah? Is this good?"
"So good, so good, oh my god!!" Hinata's nails dig into Tobio's flexing abs. "Please, please, please—!"
"Please what? Use your words, come on."
It's almost impressive, the frown Hinata musters in the middle of getting fucked. "Don't stop!" he tries to snarl, only for his words to crack into another wanton moan.
"Gonna cum soon? Huh, Shou?"
"Oh, fuck," Hinata pants, pussy clenching tight again.
"Already?"
"It's so much, so good, ah ah ah!"
"You look so good," Tobio groans. "Touch yourself, cum for me, you're so pretty for me, Shou, fuck!"
"For you," Hinata breathlessly echoes. "Just for you, Tobi, only you—!"
"Come on, gorgeous—"
Hinata shakily brings his fingers to his clit and barely needs one rub before he cries, "Cumming, cumming, it's coming out, ahhh!"
Tobio's hips don't stop ramming into Hinata, but his mind goes blank with shock when something clear, thin, and wet spurts from Hinata's cunt to splash over his abs. "Oh, fuck," he groans, fingers tightening on Hinata's hips until Hinata whimpers with something besides release. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot, fuck, fuck!"
Tobio cums so hard, he nearly blacks out from it. It's like his whole body is focused on stuffing Hinata as deep and full as his dick can reach. If he were any less pussy-drunk, he might be embarrassed by the strangled sound that escapes him. It's overwhelming in the best way, flooding his senses in a way he hasn't felt since the first time he ever played against Hinata.
Somewhere in the blissful blur of orgasm, a stray thread of regret floats: they shouldn't have fucked raw. Now Tobio knows for sure that nothing will ever feel as good as Hinata's slick walls rippling around his bare cock, milking him of every drop of cum. This is it. He will never feel better than this.
"Holy shit," Hinata slurs. He nearly wilts backwards, but Tobio's arms manage to catch him around the waist and guide him down to his chest instead. "I didn't know I could do that."
"What? Squirt?"
"Mm-hm…you fucked me sooooo good, Yama."
"You sound drunk, dumbass."
"I am," Hinata mumbles, lazily brushing brushing a kiss to Tobio's throat. "I'm cock-drunk." It's ridiculous, the way Tobio's heart leaps with pride over how crudely he's managed to make Hinata speak. "And sleepy."
"Don't fall asleep, we need to wash up."
"I knowwwww."
But Hinata doesn't move. Neither does Tobio. In fact, Tobio's not sure he can move.
"I would carry you to the shower," he breathes, "but I can't feel my legs."
Hinata lets out a deeply-unflattering snort that inexplicably fills Tobio with warm fondness. "Me neither," he snickers, nuzzling into Tobio's throat. "We can wait a sec."
"I don't want to stain the sheets."
"We didn't get that messy." Tobio disagrees, but Hinata doesn't give him a chance to pipe up. "And I'd rather stain the sheets than let you almost crack your head trying to walk."
"Christ…don't be so morbid, weirdo."
For once, Hinata doesn't argue back. He just hums noncommitally, seemingly content to lay on Tobio's chest and gently shift with each breath.
Something suddenly grips Tobio's heart, squeezing tight enough to almost make it burst like overripe berries. It happens so abruptly, it takes him an extra beat to recognize it: longing, the type of longing that doesn't go away with a kiss nor a fuck.
It's the type of longing that will only ease at the end of a long life shared together, a longing that will only sweeten into joy when he looks into a face full of wrinkles that formed before his eyes.
Fuck. He loves Hinata. He loves Hinata in ways he could never fathom in high school. He loves Hinata in ways he couldn't even fathom before their first kiss tonight. The thought of not hearing his voice everyday for the rest of his life physically hurts, wraps a fist around his throat and strangles him to even consider.
"Tobi?"
Tobio blinks, startled to find tears blurring his vision. "Uh…yeah?" he manages to grunt after clearing his throat.
"Did you hear me?"
Shit. "…No. Sorry."
"Geez," Hinata chuckles, peeking up at Tobio and gently poking his cheek. "What're you thinking so hard about? You're gonna hurt yourself!"
"Shut up. What were you saying?"
"Um…not much." It's strange, seeing Hinata look nervous after how confident he's been all day. "Just…what now?"
"What now?"
"Yeah, like what comes next for us?"
Tobio was hoping this conversation would wait until they didn't have cum drying between their bodies, but at least the conversation's happening at all. "What do you want to happen?"
"That's cheating," Hinata huffs, nerves easing into playful grumpiness. "I asked first!"
"I…I don't know." There's a beat of startled silence after Tobio's words, before Hinata's features begin to crumple. "No, shit, that's not what I meant!" Tobio stammers. He pushes himself upright, keeping Hinata in his lap as he sits up. Laying down is making him even clumsier with words than usual. "I know how I feel about you. But I've never felt like this about anyone else. I don't know what's supposed to come next."
Relief melts over Hinata's face with every panicked word. When he answers, his lips are already wavering around a smile. "I don't care about what's supposed to come next. I care about what you want."
"That's the problem, dumbass. I don't know how to say it."
Hinata rolls his eyes, but a true smile spreads across his face. "Cheater-yama. Fine, I'll say what I want and you tell me if it sounds good."
That's exactly what Tobio wanted before. Of course Hinata manages to verbalize it better than he ever could. "Fine."
"Fine! I want everything." A sweet blush rises to Hinata's cheeks, but his eyes stay fixed to Tobio's as he speaks. "I want to bother you everyday. I want to hear your about your day and I want to see you smile or frown all grumpy. I want to know about everything, about your volleyball and your dreams and your favorite things."
"Dumbass, you already know that."
Proud pleasure glints in those warm eyes. "Then I want you to tell me all about Italy when you're there! And I don't want to just hear about your life. I want to be a part of it. I don't care how much you hate phone calls, I want to do them everyday. I want to tell you all about my day, and hear about yours, and I—!"
Tobio blinks at the abrupt end. "…And?"
Hinata's blush deepens as his eyes flicker away for a breath. "I want to tell you I love you. I want that to be the first thing and last thing I say everyday. I want to see you in my future, not just in volleyball, but in everything."
A slow breath shudders out of Hinata. Tobio doesn't dare interrupt, can barely dare to even breathe too loud. "I loved my time in Brazil. But I hated wondering about you. It didn't matter how busy I was—I kept wondering how you were doing, if you missed me, if it would be weird to text you just because I was thinking about you. Everything was so easy before I left, and then it just…wasn't. I went from knowing you better than anyone else in the world to barely knowing anything. It sucked, Yama. I hated it."
"Me, too," Tobio breathes before he can stop himself. Hinata's eyes widen, and he decides to take that as encouragement. "I hated it, too. And I missed you, of course I missed you. I missed you so much, it fucking hurt, so I tried to stop thinking about you, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. I saw you everywhere, Shou, even the sun reminded me of you."
To Tobio's shock and horror, tears well up in Hinata's eyes and begin to trickle down his cheeks. Shit. Shit. What did he say wrong?
"That's not fair," Hinata sniffles. "You can't just talk all romantic without warning me! What the hell, Tobi!"
"I'm not trying to be romantic!"
"So that was by accident? That's worse!"
"Are you seriously picking a fight right now? When I'm in the middle of saying that I love you?"
It's as if all of Hinata freezes with shock, right down to his tears. Then, all at once, he fucking beams at Tobio, nearly blinding him with such a bright smile. "You love me?"
"You seriously don't know?"
"It's different when you say it."
"Yeah, well…it's your turn."
It should be impossible for a grown man to look so impish and mischievous with tears still wet on his cheeks. "I love you, Kageyama Tobio. I love you so much. I love you so much, it feels like my heart will go all bwahhhh from how much I love you!"
Hinata Shouyou and his stupid noises. Some things will never change. Except now Tobio can grab his face and pull him into a kiss when he feels his chest ache from how stupidly adorable he's being. And now Tobio can feel Hinata melt into his kisses, can feel him smile against his lips and hear his happy little hums.
It feels like the hardest thing in the world to pull away, but it's worth it watch Hinata's sleepy contentment melt into confusion when Tobio mutters, "I win, by the way."
"Eh? No, you didn't! The Jackals won!!"
"Not the game. I said I love you first."
Now that confusion is creasing into indignation. "No, you didn't! I said it first!"
"Like hell you did, I had to ask you to say it back!"
"I already said it when I was telling you what I wanted!"
"That doesn't count, dumbass!"
"Says who?!"
"You can't say 'I love you' in the middle of a speech—"
"A speech?"
"—and expect me to separate it from everything else!"
"It's literally a love confession, what do you mean?!"
"That's not—!"
"Oh, ew."
Tobio stammers into silence as his eyes follow Hinata's to their hips. "Uh. Let's get in the shower."
"We're not done arguing!"
"We can argue in the shower, dumbass, come on." Tobio can't help it—his demands melt into laughter as they carefully peel their bodies apart and waddle to the bathroom. It's awkward and gross and such a stupid time to keep arguing.
But when Hinata steps into the shower and waggles his eyebrows in the world's dumbest come hither motion, Tobio knows there's no one else he'd rather be awkward and gross and stupid with.
Man…he can't wait for a lifetime of this.