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Shoyo was cooking rice using a hot plate in his dorm. Every spice from his cabinet was on the counter and he was digging deep inside the shelves looking for his beloved seaweed seasoning. His cat was brushing against his leg, her meows unhappy protests that he's taking so long. She's been waiting for her food the past thirty minutes and counting.
He sighs and checks the top shelf again, rearranging everything. "Come on," he sticks his tongue out, moving a bottle of unopened kewpie out of the way. Then he spots it. The tiny jar of seasoning one of his favorite professors gave him after they had the longest conversation about what they liked making for breakfast.
"Yes!" he says to himself. He puts everything he took out back in their proper places, giving his cat a scratch on the head. She meows at him, headbutting his leg.
"I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm making it right now," he reassures her. He walks to her bowl, grabbing a can of food and a paw shaped spoon on the way. He opens the can and she starts meowing incessantly, throwing herself against his leg as he dumps the entire thing onto her bowl.
"Here, Remi." He puts the bowl down and she starts eating like she's been starved all day. He goes back to his rice, the water finally boiling so he puts a lid on it and turns down the heat. Then he grabs another bowl to start on his sauce. He wished he had the convenience of a stove but being in a dorm room doesn't grant you many liberties. But apparently they had to accommodate emotional support animals—he looks over at Remi.
His emotional support animal in question was already licking her paws, the bowl next to her empty save for the tiniest, most microscopic piece of food. "I'm gonna cry if you throw that up later." He looks up, shaking his head. Less than a minute had to be a new record.
Then a Loud, blaring alarm starts going off—ripping him from his thoughts and the room lights up in white flashes from above him. He sees Remi jump and then run for the corner where he kept the box she liked sleeping in.
He looks up, and the fire alarm's light almost blinds him. Not only is there that annoying ringing, but there's an obnoxious buzzing that makes the beginnings of a headache form. Not knowing if it's a drill he grabs Remi's carrier and goes to the corner, coaxing her in and putting a blanket over the entire thing to muffle some sound. Then he grabs his noise-cancelling headphones and throws them on, clicking the button so it's on the highest setting.
He's almost to the door when he stops, remembering the rice on the stove. If this wasn't a drill he doesn't want to add another disaster on the school's plate so he shuffles back quickly and unplugs the hotplate. Maybe his rice will finish cooking still if it was a false alarm.
He grabs his keys from the mini table by the door and walks out of his dorm. He looks down the hallway to his left and to his surprise, not a single person is outside shouting 'fire!' or shoving to get down the stairs. Then the flashing stops and he pulls his headphones down, letting them hang from his neck.
The buzzing and ear rupturing alarms stopped too.
"Oh," a voice says from behind him. Shoyo turns and is met with someone who was probably having a worse day than the soggy rice on his counter. A couple doors down from him was a guy who was one move away from getting a public nudity charge on a college campus.
He was in nothing but a towel that hung very loosely around his hips and his hair was dripping wet, the remnants of shampoo not all the way rinsed through. A necklace with a large, pointed tooth hung a little crooked on his neck.
He was staring. This guy was built. He looks down again, distracted. "Oh. Sorry."
"Sorry," the other guy says awkwardly too, trying to use his hands to keep the towel on. "Do we have to go somewhere?"
"Huh?" he's furrowing his brows. He can't help his eyes drifting from his blue eyes or the towel that was surely about to fall off if his hands moved even an inch.
"The fire alarm," he repeats. "Do we need to evacuate? It stopped just now." It might be his imagination (or the water) but his chest is glistening. He has twin scars right below his pecks.
"Oh. Yeah," he says, unconsciously licking his lips. A drop of water falls on the black-haired guys' shoulders.
"No, we probably don't," he says. Then a loud, drawled out meow brings both of their attentions to his cat, who was now scratching the insides of her carrier. He folds the blanket back and sets her down.
"Sorry, it's my cat. I thought we'd have to leave right now too. Hold on," He pulls out his phone and opens his school account, scrolling to his mail and reading the message from this morning. He clicks his tongue and looks up.
Rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, "They were testing the new system, apparently. They sent out an email this morning." So that explains why they were the only two outside, frenzied and obviously needing work on their time management skills and checking their emails more often.
"Oh," the guy says. He looks Shoyo up and down.
He swallows, feeling backed into a corner despite having full power to turn the doorknob behind his back and go back inside his dorm room at any time.
"I think you should be glad. Otherwise half the school would've seen you in your birthday suit."
"My…birthday suit?"
Was this guy even real? Hinata opens his mouth to say something when a loud wailing meow comes from his feet. He sighs and picks up the carrier, opening the top zipper so Remi can peek her head out and feel less trapped. "Uh, anyways, It's just a drill so you can finish." He looks down at his abs and that white towel. "Your shower."
Remi decides now would be the best time to do something out of character. She stands on her hind legs, poking her entire body out and then jumps from her carrier. She sprints towards this guy who looks like she might've just as well been a cheetah charging at him.
Instinctively he backs away and lowers himself down, putting his hands out to stop her approach.
But his hand isn't holding the towel up anymore. And it drops to the floor. They both look down at the same time—first at his cat who stopped right before the towel that was now lying limp beneath his feet and then to what was just uncovered by said towel. Shoyo doesn't know if the proper response would be to look away first, or grab his cat first.
Who the hell was scared of cats, anyways? He decides looking away is better. But his mind is whirling now because he can't get the image of his sculpted thighs out of his head or the tiniest peek he got of the little tuft of hair on his pelvis. He had to be an athlete. On the football team or something with those muscles. The peeling paint on the walls seemed very interesting, all of a sudden.
"I'm not scared of cats," he says, reading his mind apparently. One of his thoughts, anyway.
Shoyo laughs and can hear the shuffling of a towel and then a click of a door. Then he hears the guy inhale like he was going to say something, but he gasps instead.
Shoyo turns around just in time to see the very tip of Remi's tail disappear into this guys dorm room. He smacks himself mentally. Maybe outwardly too, because the guy is grimacing and looks towards him with chagrin. The veins in his arm are more visible now though with that grip he has on the doorframe.
"Sorry. I really didn't think she would just walk in," he's clearly embarrassed now, one hand back on his towel. Tight. He looks as if Remi will just walk out on her own since the door is still open. She won't.
"I'll go get her."
"No!" he exclaims, straightening himself a little. "Sorry, it's just that she doesn't like other people touching her. She won't let you."
"Right." He looks inside his dorm room, craning his neck to search but sees nothing. "Well, do you want to go and grab her?"
He blinks. Shoyo doesn't know how his morning of wanting a simple egg over rice turned into him standing in the hallway, his cat gingerly making her way into the dorm room of maybe the hottest guy he's ever seen and that subsequently leading to him being invited inside by said hot guy.
"Yes," he practically drools. The guy gulps and doesn't wait for him to start walking. He just turns and goes inside his dorm, leaving the door open behind him.
Shoyo, still standing by his own dorm, opens his door and chucks the carrier in without even looking to see where it lands. He walks a little down the hallway to where the guy slipped inside and he's met with the plainest room he's ever seen.
It's like he hadn't gotten any furniture beyond what the college itself already gave him. He barely had any clothes on the floor, but there was a pile of books on his desk and papers scattered everywhere. It was the only thing that wasn't organized in his immediate field of view. There was a sports bag on the floor, half-zipped up and he could see a volleyball peeking through. Shoyo then imagined him sweaty, shirt clinging to him and looking aggressive as he hits a ball over the net. Volleyball.
"It's Kageyama, by the way," he points at a door. "I don't think she's in the bathroom, but I'll check there and then I'm gonna finish showering. You can leave after you find her."
His daydreams stop for a minute. Even though his room looked more like a space for a hostage than anything else, it still smelled nice. It was a fresh, clean laundry type of scent that he liked.
"Okay. I'm sorry about her, she usually doesn't do this. Ever." This guy, Kageyama, doesn't look like he's ever even pet a cat before so he's not sure if he believes him.
He says nothing and nods a little, walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Shoyo looks around. The only other dorm room he'd been in was Yachi's, and since hers was in a different building it had a different layout. Apparently all of the dorms in the same building were made the same though, because he recognized the placement of everything from his own dorm. Except his was far more decorated than this one and with a lot more color.
He didn't hear any signs that Remi was actually in here either, but then again she wasn't usually the vocal type unless she was mad or hungry. Which is why treats would never work on her. He starts searching around things, behind the tiny couch and coffee table. He's bending over, feeling the blood rush to his head as he checks underneath the couch hoping to see a bit of her black fur sticking out.
Nothing. He sighs and drags himself back up. Closer to the bathroom, he can hear the sound of the water running and something clattering. The walls being thin translate, too he notes.
He walks passed the bathroom into what was probably Kageyama's bedroom. He felt kind of bad at the invasion of privacy, but he had already searched the entrance and he didn't think she was lodged in a cabinet somewhere with his pans considering she didn't even know how to open them.
The bedroom matches the minimalist theme, the biggest thing there being his (full sized?) bed that had a couple layers of blankets, all the same shade of dark blue. He had more volleyball things here, a trophy on top of his dresser and medals hanging on the walls. So he could have some sense of decor, Shoyo thought.
He calls Remi's name repeatedly, waiting a little in between in case he hears a meow somewhere. Wherever she was, she was clearly having a good time since she wasn't yowling or wanting to make her presence known.
Shoyo decides she wasn't in here either. Nothing under the bed, behind his dresser. Although he did have an epiphany before he walked out, immediately going back in to look at the full name on the trophy.
When he leaves the room, crossing the hallway to check the entrance again, he hears something. It was so soft at first he thought he might be imagining things. But then he hears it again.
A quiet moan, muffled like the person was using something to make it seem like they weren't. It makes his stomach swoop. He stands by the door, holding his breath.
Again.
He feels a tingling through his entire body. He thinks about his black hair, wet and covering his forehead. Of the hand he was using to make himself sound like that. He wanted to know what he was thinking about. If his mouth was a little open, if he was using his arm to stop the moans from being too loud or maybe he was biting the back of his hand. Where he was touching himself, and why he felt so comfortable doing that with him here.
He felt hot. He presses his back against the door, the faintest thud when he rests his full weight. The water is still running and he hears Kageyama whimper again through the door. Suddenly he felt grateful for the thin walls he used to complain to his friends about.
In the back of his mind, he was mildly worried about finding Remi but if the front door was closed that meant she had nowhere to go, right?
He lets out a quiet groan, hands teasing over the bulge in his underwear. Listening for anything that might tell him he hadn't stopped.
"Mm, Shoyo."
He stiffens completely, hand frozen in place. Either he'd ingested some drug unbeknownst or he just heard his own name come out of this guy's mouth. What the hell?
He was sure he'd never seen Kageyama before despite living on the same floor and going to the same university. Maybe he wasn't as observant as he should be. It makes him feel warm with desire when he repeats it over and over again in his head. How his name sounded falling from his lips.
Another moan, louder this time but still not enough. He's thinking of opening the door and asking him why he knows his name and then making him unravel so that it's the only thing he can say for the rest of the night. He's back to teasing himself, hands rubbing over his clothed erection. His groans are quieter than Kageyama's.
He hears his name again and suddenly it's his favorite word and suddenly Kageyama is his favorite person because wow he's never heard someone moan his name but it's a feeling he won't soon be forgetting.
Then the water stops, and it startles him enough to shift his weight. The door—creaky and not nearly new enough to support the weight of a grown man—thuds loudly as if someone is pushing their full weight against it. Because he is.
He backs away quickly, withdrawing his hand and hoping Kageyama can just chalk it up to the air or something. But the air feels still, too still. Too quiet.
He can tell Kageyama hasn't moved an inch, and he vaguely ponders the idea of running out of this dorm right now and leaving Remi behind.
The bathroom door opens and Hinata's eyes look like they've seen a party of ghosts. Kageyama is in the same towel but the soapy suds have all been rinsed out and his body isn't as wet as before. But his skin still glistens a little and then Shoyo thinks this guy must be the main character of a book with the steam leaving the bathroom adding to the dramatics.
"What. Are. You. Doing," he pauses in between each word, starting them all with a bite.
"Me? You were the one moaning my name just now!" he sputters out. Maybe he was listening but that still didn't excuse the fact that this guy already knew him from somewhere and didn't bother sharing that very interesting fact.
If the question phased him he didn't show it at all. He just repeats himself. "What were you doing? Were you listening to me?" he presses.
Shoyo balks, more denial on his tongue. But this guy must be crazy, because he looks down at Shoyo and then willingly drops his towel. The sound of it hitting the ground is ten times louder than usual to him.
"Answer me," he commands. "Were you. Listening to me?"
He stays quiet, words lost. But his eyes are immediately devouring every inch of his bare skin on display. His breathing stops when Kageyama reaches a hand out for his face, titling his chin up. They were so, so close. He can feel the heat from the bathroom still escaping.
"Did you like it?" he says, tone sultry.
Holy fuck, this guy is seductive, he thinks.
"Yes, I did." They're breathing in each others scents now. His pulse is getting quicker and his face feels so hot.
He wants to reward himself from how patient he's being, letting Tobio rile him up but still keeping his hands to himself. The urge to touch now, to kiss, to worship and claim was about to overwhelm him.
Tobio, the knowing little shit he must be, smirks and goes in to kiss him. It wasn't his first—probably not either of their firsts but it definitely replaced all the ones who came before. The taste of him could've been cocaine or heroine in his veins and the only difference would be in the way it's administered.
They were both greedy for it, the rule of not using too much tongue or being sloppy never crossing their minds. It's almost gross—the way their saliva is mixing and making a mess that covers around their mouths.
When they pull away for a breath a string of spit follows them. Shoyo smiles at it then laughs dumbly.
He doesn't have time to say anything about it because they're kissing again, and this time Shoyo can hear something, whimpers into the kiss that don't sound like they're caused by his tongue or him biting his lip. He doesn't open his eyes, instead he follows Kageyama's arm down and feels him touching himself. Rubbing over and over something.
He pulls back and opens his eyes. Tobio moans, and he must've missed when he closed the bathroom door behind him because he's thrown his head back against the wood of it and his hands don't stop. There must be something wrong with him, because instead of doing something he just stares. Stares at exactly what he'd imagined him doing in the shower earlier.
Kageyama has a hand between his thighs and he's leaning fully back now, eyes half open.
"Fuck," Hinata says. That makes the other's eyes go from half open to fully open, smiling a little as he goes faster. His other hand comes up and he bites his palm, a loud, needy noise escaping him.
Shoyo's desire reminds him exactly where he needs a release of tension and he goes for his shorts, unbuttoning them and letting them fall to his ankles. The twitching visible through his boxers almost embarrassing with how telling it is that he's enjoying this.
If he thought back to a time where he spent his afternoon catching someone jerking off and watching like some creep, he wouldn't be able to because it'd kill him. He feels close to that now, hands down his pants and stroking himself in time with Kageyama.
They watch each other, Shoyo appreciating the way he exhibits the perfect amount of sexual appeal without even trying. Everything about him is pure, noxious, poison.
But his own hands aren't enough after a while and when Kageyama puts a thumb inside his own mouth he loses it, closing the distance between them and kissing him with a fever that scares him a little.
It seems they were both growing impatient though, because after a few more kisses Tobio pulls them apart and then makes eyes towards his bedroom that was only a few feet away. Then he's reminded of all the blue blankets and how they probably all smell like him. He pushes them both eagerly towards the room, stopping for a second to admire his ass. I need to watch him play volleyball, he thinks, watching his round, smooth cheeks and committing each curve to memory.
Imagining Kageyama in tight shorts, exhausted from a game and wiping his sweat off with the sleeve of his shirt makes him drool. He wipes at his mouth, following him the rest of the way in.
Tobio doesn't have any sense of embarrassment. Just as quickly as he dropped his towel in front of Shoyo, he climbs onto his bed and lays on his back. Legs a little spread open so he gets a perfect view of him.
He doesn't think twice. Hinata takes off his boxers, leaving him in only his shirt. He would've taken that off too but then his mind flashes with the image of it coming off later and not by his own hands.
Kageyama is waiting for him expectantly on his bed, enticing with all of his toned muscles and black, messy hair. Even if this guy knew him already, Shoyo was still meeting him for the first time and wondering why they only crossed paths until now. A question for the morning after, perhaps.
He finally gets on the bed too, hovering over Kageyama and smiling. "You're pretty a guy, Tobio," he says, looking up and down his body. Taking his time on the spots he was beginning to appreciate.
The other opts for saying nothing, pulling them together again. He's also learning that Tobio likes kissing quite a lot. He indulges him, taking his time figuring out if he preferred to have his top lip first or not, if he liked the soft bites on his lips and if ghosting his sides with his fingertips made him feel good or not.
Kageyama was like puddy in his hands, responsive to every touch and waiting for more. He starts kissing his neck, sucking the skin to leave marks. The loud moan he receives makes him do it again. And again. Then he leaves a mark on his shoulders. His collarbones. Right below one of his nipples. Then right above it, too. He licks a long wet stripe along the scars below his chest, soothing the skin a bit.
He was a writhing mess beneath him as he threaded his fingers into the tangles of Shoyo's orange locks, pulling at it and only encouraging him further. He licks at the spots he just marked, the popped blood vessels painting a pretty picture all over him. He thinks the colors would look lovely against his skin as they healed.
Shoyo leaves a trail of wet kisses down Tobio's stomach, spreading his legs so he's in between them now. He notices a wet patch on the bed. His mouth waters again and he leans down, so close to his pelvis. His tiny hairs are tickling his chin now, and he leaves kisses everywhere there, too.
Then he spreads his legs a little more and hooks his arms underneath them. He starts by leaving a tentative kiss on his heat, feeling Kageyama squirm. His fingers are still in his hair, long enough to reach and he was thankful too, having some way for him to shove his face further in if he wanted more or push him away.
He starts licking, his tongue dragging lazily over the one spot he knows Kageyama loves teasing from earlier. He must've been aggressive, he can tell by its throbbing and how the area was a little more red and slightly swollen compared to everywhere else. He flicks his tongue back and forth, squeezing a handful of his thighs at the same time and relishing the feeling.
It's slow. Tantalizing. Just the way Shoyo wants it so that Kageyama begs him to go faster, pulling his hair and needy groans unable to be suppressed. He slurps his juices like it was a cocktail from heaven, the taste of him so good he starts rutting against the covers, searching for any sort of friction. He thinks it might be the first time he's had to stop himself from coming because he didn't want to stop. Because it felt so incredibly good.
The taste is addicting. He swallows every noise, lapping every drip and getting his mouth full of Him. He was drunk or high or both on the feeling, his grip on Tobio's thighs rough enough to leave bruises. Then he stops, licking the skin on his inner thighs and biting there instead, leaving a new set of marks on either side.
He hears Kageyama whine, then his hand pushes Hinata's head towards his middle again, asking for more. He gladly obliges, taking his time and being generous with his tongue now that he knows what makes him twitch.
A few more flicks and then his legs are clamping around Shoyo's head, and his body shakes as he curses loudly. Shoyo gets up and wipes his mouth, licking his lips and looking incredibly dazed as he takes in the sight of Tobio post-orgasm. He probably has the prettiest scrunched up face he'd ever seen.
Tobio tugs the collar of Hinata's shirt, pulling him in for a messy kiss and then takes his shirt completely off, his eyes staring at his tanned skin. He pushes him onto the bed so that Shoyo's on his back now.
He climbs over, aligning them perfectly and sinking down onto his length, straddling him. He's not inside but Shoyo can feel how wet he is and the sensation has him moving his hips instantly.
"Mm, that's good," Tobio gasps. He has his hands on the other's shoulders, helping distribute his weight as he drags his hips over his length. "Fuck."
They're moving, the heat of Kageyama against him an intoxicating wave of pleasure that rolls over him. He has both hands on his hips, stroking the skin there as they move with each other. His tip feels overly sensitive now, the wet folds of Kageyama suffocating him.
He wants to be inside. Shoyo bites his lip, movements growing impatient as he lifts them up a little to go even faster, the slick of them making a noise every time they separate.
Tobio's moans sound delicious, deep and breathy and it almost makes him harder. Shoyo grabs his length, still moving their bodies together as he teases his entrance over and over again, the head of his cock rubbing against his clit and the cry that leaves his lips is so incredibly lewd it almost makes Shoyo come right then.
He stops the teasing, giving one last drag against his entrance before pushing himself in. Then he's finally inside and Tobio shivers, bottoming himself out slowly. He sits on him like that for a moment, both hands on his chest before he finally starts moving.
Shoyo lets him set the pace, his eyes staring at the other's long eyelashes and the scar by his brow. "Beautiful."
"You're beautiful, Tobio." Their eyes meet, then he leans down and kisses him softer than before. He starts going faster, his bounces making the bed strain and creak. He doesn't slow down.
"Fuck," he groans. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," chanting now, feeling Tobio meet his thrusts. They make a squelching sound every time they meet.
"So good," he praises, stroking his arms. He kisses the top of his shoulder, biting the skin there.
Their rhythm feels like heaven. "Do you feel good, Tobio?" he asks, leaning up a bit to leave another kiss. Above his heart, this time.
"Mm, yeah. So good." he mewls, digging his nails into Hinata's back. He's slamming into him now, careful not to let himself slip out. Tobio's biting his lips, a pinched expression on his face and his stamina is doing an excellent job at helping his pace.
"You can relax now, I'll take care of you," he reassures, thinking his thighs must be tired from all the repetitive motion. Kageyama slows his pace, actually listening and letting himself be fucked. His nails are drawing blood now, reeling at the fact that every time Shoyo takes off his shirt he'll see the long scratches on his back and think of him.
It's too good. He goes in to kiss Shoyo, feeling his legs press together and he's so close to finishing again. Being filled up and hearing the noises every time their skin slapped together left him in a state of euphoria where words didn't live.
He's hitting that spot with every thrust and Kageyama's eyes roll back, mouth open. He could've came with Shoyo's name on his lips or a desperate plea or a mix of both, but the pleasure was so overwhelming and then he was panicking because it felt too good. Almost like he shouldn't let go.
"Come on, don't be shy now," Shoyo kisses his neck. Then he lets go, and he wonders if all of the orgasms up until now have been fake because whatever this was, he's never felt it.
Embarrassment takes over because he knows it was way too much. There's a giant wet spot in the middle of his bed now and they both stare at it in disbelief. Did I just squirt?
"Wow," Shoyo says, breathless and spent.
"Sorry. It just felt really good." His hair is sticking to his forehead, beads of sweat on his brows.
"Don't say sorry. We're doing that again sometime." He kisses him, grinning like an idiot. Tobio looks absolutely breathtaking.
"Wait, did you find your cat?"