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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Kageyama_Tobio
  Additional Tags:
      Felching, Blow_Jobs, Crying, Semi-Public_Sex, Sloppy_Makeouts
  Series:
      Part 6 of New_Romantics
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-01 Words: 2516
****** then fall into me ******
by censored_(aroceu)
Summary
     "You wanna have sex in the club room?"
     Shoyo’s ears are burning. “Don’t say it so bluntly like that!”
"Aaaahhhh."

Shoyo groans and sinks down against the wall. Beside him, Kageyama’s standing
with his arms crossed, looking as pissed as Shoyo feels. Well Shoyo’s not as
pissed as he is frustrated, but Kageyama’s grumpy expression can probably
always be described as looking pissed.

"How could they forget to tell us that practice was canceled?" Shoyo complains.
"Is it because we’re younger? Or just not in any of their classes?"

"Tsukishima and Yamaguchi aren’t here," Kageyama points out. "So that can’t be
it."

"Maybe they just assumed we would know," says Shoyo. He looks up thoughtfully.
"Or that one of them would tell us, so none of them did."

Both of their phones ping a text alert, then, and they take them out of their
pockets. Shoyo’s text is from Sugawara.

hey!!! oh my gosh, sorry, i guess i forgot to tell you >///< i thought
tsukishima or yachi would’ve mentioned it. sorry!

"Sugawara-san?" Kageyama asks, and Shoyo nods.

Kageyama sighs, pockets his phone. “What’s the use of staying here, then,” he
says. “C’mon, we should head home.”

He’s leaving the clubroom when it occurs to Shoyo that they’re alone, no one
might be coming in soon, and Shoyo’s… Well, being around Kageyama always sends
his adrenaline pumping, be it one way or another. Kageyama usually reacts to
him similarly.

"Hey, wait," Shoyo says, before Kageyama can open the door. When Kageyama
turns, Shoyo can feel himself already blushing.

"I mean," he continues, "we’re here… by ourselves… We can take advantage of it,
can we?"

Kageyama’s eyebrows are still furrowed in confusion. Shoyo adds, “It would be a
little more convenient than at our houses when our families could burst in at
any time.”

"Oh." Kageyama’s expression clears. "You wanna have sex in the club room?"

Shoyo’s ears are burning. “Don’t say it so bluntly like that!”

"Well if you want to," says Kageyama. He’s coming towards Shoyo now,
determination in his eyes. It makes Shoyo’s heart rate go faster, but in a good
way. "I didn’t think you’d suggest something like that, though."

"Well, y-you make me want to!"

Shoyo can feel the intensity as Kageyama gets closer to him. All of Shoyo’s
blood runs south; he feeds off the heat, the darkening of Kageyama’s eyes. “You
make me want to, too,” says Kageyama, and then Shoyo’s not quite sure who’d
initiated their kiss first.

Kageyama’s filthy, kissing, licking into him. Shoyo opens his mouth and moans,
moans out, “Kageyama,” at every opportunity he can. Kageyama’s pressed a knee
between his thighs, practically against his half-hard dick. He’s breathing too
heavy through his nose, and then he’s groaning against Shoyo, sending
vibrations against his skin. Then there’s deluded tremors, and Shoyo can feel
himself get harder against him.

"Maybe – we’re – going too fast," Shoyo says, pulling his lips away for a
break.

Kageyama frowns, but he’s listening, which is all Shoyo needs. “How slow do you
wanna go?”

"I mean!" Shoyo says hurriedly. "We don’t have to go fast, that’s all I mean.
We can take our time."

Kageyama seems to be deliberating the idea; but Shoyo leans in and kisses
Kageyama this time. He’s sure to make it not too dirty, let his lips linger
closed before parting gently against Kageyama’s. He wraps his arms around
Kageyama’s neck, feels at his back, his shoulders. Slowly Kageyama’s hands find
Shoyo’s middle, rests against him.

"Taking our time, right?" Shoyo murmurs into him.

Kageyama smiles. It’s not like one of those where he overhears people talking
about Shoyo during tournaments, nor during a successful freak quick; but like
when Shoyo had told him they’ll win the spring highs, that he’ll be there for
Kageyama’s tosses, that Shoyo likes him.

Kissing for long periods of time is more fun than Shoyo had anticipated, but
mostly because he and Kageyama haven’t really spent too much time just making
out before. He can feel Kageyama slowly grow hard in his shorts, too, but in a
less desperate, quick we need to fuck kind of way. Kageyama moves against him,
finds the angles where Shoyo fits best, shifts Shoyo’s body into him. Shoyo
realizes mildly belatedly that not only is the sound of their kissing filling
his ears, but that they’re both moaning – loudly, embarrassingly – in the
emptiness of the clubroom.

"Maybe we should tone it down a little," Shoyo says, when they break apart for
air again.

"Maybe we should move on," says Kageyama. He tickles Shoyo’s side and Shoyo
bursts out laughing, tears himself away.

"Why’d you have to do that?"

"Wanted to see you like that."

Kageyama says it without any embarrassment which makes Shoyo blush even more,
feeling warm inside and out. Without any warning Kageyama reaches for him
again, but instead of tickling, slips his hand up Shoyo’s shirt. He’s cool
against Shoyo’s belly, strokes at him gently.

"You don’t want me to blow you?"

"Geez." Shoyo turns his head away. "You’re so direct."

"Is that a yes or no?" Kageyama’s slipped his hand between the elastic of
Shoyo’s shorts, and Shoyo gasps. "Because I’m okay for other things."

Shoyo glances back down at him, presses his lips stubbornly together. Then:

"Y-Yeah, you can blow me…"

"Man, say it with confidence!" Kageyama pulls Shoyo’s shorts down, stares at
his underwear. There’s a visible stain of precome, where Kageyama’s eyes
linger.

"How am I supposed to be confidence when you say that you’re going to blow me?
I didn’t expect that!"

"You didn’t expect me to give you a blowjob?" Kageyama’s hands trace around the
waistband of Shoyo’s underwear, go around back to cup his ass. Shoyo whimpers,
bucks himself forward.

"I-I mean," says Shoyo. "I don’t think about where these things are going,
okay.”

Kageyama’s bent down, and he glances up at Shoyo. His eyes are soft, fond even.

Then he pulls Shoyo’s underwear down, grabs his dick, puts his mouth at the
head. Shoyo could come almost immediately. He shouts out, nearly falling down
the wall. Kageyama practically pushes him back up to a steady position.

"Calm down, oh my god."

"You could’ve given me a warning.”

"Alright." Kageyama rolls his eyes. "Even though we literally just discussed
this. I’m about to put my mouth on your dick. You ready?"

Shoyo takes a deep breath. It’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t experienced
before, but… still. Kageyama’s just an overall skilled guy and sometimes it’s
something Shoyo needs to prepare himself for when they’re not in a rush.

"I’m ready," he says.

He’s pretty sure he sees Kageyama roll his eyes again, but that becomes
irrelevant when Kageyama practically takes all of Shoyo’s cock in his mouth.
Shoyo squeezes his eyes so tight that he can see spots of white behind his
eyelids. He shouts, grips the edge of his volleyball jacket. Kageyama’s hand is
tight at the base. His thumb strokes along Shoyo’s balls.

"God," Shoyo blabbers out, "god, god, god, fuck, Kageyama, shit—”

"You wanna come?" Kageyama pops off his dick. "Aren’t you gonna come?"

"I, I will," says Shoyo, "but you just, started, and, I."

His hands flail at his sides, and Kageyama grabs one. It’s Shoyo’s spiking
hand, and Kageyama’s fingers are slender, precise, hold him with restraint. He
wraps his lips around Shoyo’s dick again, uses his free hand to rub at Shoyo’s
balls. Shoyo groans, groans, “Kageyama, fuck,” and then it turns to nonsensical
noise before he comes.

His orgasm sends him into such a daze that he’s pretty sure he’s out of it for
at least a full second when he’s done. When he finally opens his eyes again,
Kageyama’s pulled back, wiping with the back of his hand Shoyo’s spunk from
around his lips.

Shoyo turns pink. “Sorry,” he says.

Kageyama stands back up. “Your eyes are watery,” he observes. “Did you cry when
you came?”

"I didn’t!" Shoyo says defensively, but he feels at his eyes, too. Kageyama’s
right. He can feel random tears lingering at the corner of his eyes.

"Or maybe I’m just that good," Kageyama ponders. "Anyway. What else do you want
to do?"

"I – uh – You say that like I was the one who asked you to do that!"

Kageyama shrugs. “So? You were the one who suggested that we do something in
the first place.”

Shoyo can’t argue against that. Besides, Kageyama’s erection is straining so
obviously through his shorts, and it’s kind of distracting Shoyo, making his
mouth water, too.

Kageyama notices, this and his silence. When Shoyo’s managed to fix his gaze on
something that isn’t Kageyama’s dick, he realizes that Kageyama’s smirking now.

And so that spikes heat into Shoyo’s belly again, and he says with better
defiance this time, “I want your dick.” Which kind of sounds weird hearing from
his own mouth, but feels like the right thing to say.

"Right," says Kageyama, "okay." He starts pulling down his shorts, but Shoyo
grabs his wrist, stops him.

"Not like." Shoyo presses against him. His own shorts are still off, so his
semi-hard cock is against Kageyama’s thighs. "Prep me first."

"You want - ?"

"Yeah." Shoyo nods.

Kageyama’s pupils are blown wide. His control is scary, Shoyo thinks, but
that’s what he’s here for, his own spontaneity to feed into Kageyama’s
abilities. Kageyama’s hands go down to Shoyo’s ass again, squeezes. Shoyo
squeaks into Kageyama’s shoulder.

They manage to find some massage oil someone kept around (probably Tanaka-san),
and then Kageyama’s fingers, slick and cool, are running between the crack of
Shoyo’s ass cheeks. Shoyo whines and moans into him, wishing that he could pick
between losing the feeling of Kageyama’s fingers to slide off his jacket, or to
burn in the heat and thrust Kageyama into him.

Kageyama says, “You’re being too damn loud.”

"You would too!" Shoyo’s protest sounds too pathetic, interlaced with his
whimpers. "If you had—ngh—fingers against your asshole.”

"Well, we’ve done that before," Kageyama points out, and then Shoyo does
remember, Kageyama twisting against his fingers, his mouth. Shit, the image
makes Shoyo harder, and he pushes down on Kageyama’s fingers. Both of them
groan, and Kageyama bites down on Shoyo’s shoulder, through his jacket.

"Ow," says Shoyo.

"Sorry."

Kageyama slowly fucks him with his fingers, prepping with one, two, three,
until his pace is too slow even for Shoyo. Shoyo’s practically bouncing on him,
needing more, needing—

"If you want my dick, you can just say so again."

Shoyo opens his eyes. Kageyama’s eyes are focused on him, eerie and arousing.

"You just want to hear me say it again, don’t you?" Shoyo says.

Kageyama just continues staring at him.

Shoyo says, “God, let’s just fuck.”

He helps Kageyama get his shorts off; then Shoyo’s about to suggest that they
lie down or something when Kageyama presses him against the wall, cock aching
against Shoyo’s own. Shoyo’s pretty sure they both almost come right then.

"Legs around me," Kageyama commands, which is an easier task than Shoyo
would’ve thought. Kageyama’s hands go under Shoyo’s armpits almost the same
time Shoyo jumps a little, and that seems to be enough. Kageyama lifts him so
that Shoyo’s legs wrap around his middle, and presses him tight. Shoyo’s dick
smears across Kageyama’s shirt.

"Fuck," Kageyama says, uses one hand to keep Shoyo in place. The other goes to
his dick, and he finds Shoyo’s hole, pushes into him. Shoyo cries
out—Kageyama’s so warm and thick and good and barely in him, and Shoyo wants
more.

"C’mon, c’mon, c’mon," he mutters against Shoyo’s face. That seems to get
Kageyama on: he thrusts with more force, and Shoyo’s eager for more, tenses his
muscles. Kageyama moans into his ear.

"Asshole."

"Mm," Shoyo agrees, and so Kageyama fucks him in full. Shoyo’s dick is wet
between them, but Shoyo doesn’t quite want to come until Kageyama does first.

It’s not a real competition and it doesn’t feel like one, but Kageyama fucks
him like they’re competing for something, anyway. Shoyo throws his head back
and cries out, because he doesn’t care anymore; Kageyama’s grunts slowly become
loud moans, deep in Shoyo’s ears. Shoyo tightens his legs around Kageyama, his
ass bouncing, back sore and probably bruised against the wall.

He shouts, “Come, come, goddammit,” to Kageyama, and then Kageyama does, with
an impressive groan, deep and warm inside him. Shoyo cries out, comes too, onto
their shirts. Kageyama’s cock is still buried in him, wet and slippery.

They collapse at maybe the same time. Kageyama doesn’t let Shoyo go, though,
hands under his arms so the only parts that really hurt when he hits the ground
are the back of his head and his ass (which is a little worse for wear.)

"Good use of time," Shoyo comments, but then Kageyama pushes Shoyo’s legs over
his shoulders.

"We’re not done yet."

He puts his mouth at Shoyo’s asshole, kind of – unexpectedly? Because his dick
was just in there. Shoyo feels his lips tighten, Kageyama sucking, licking at
his own semen inside Shoyo.

"Wow," Shoyo babbles, "wow, wow, wow, wow, wow—"

"Feel good?"

Kageyama lifts his head up, looks at him, between Shoyo’s legs. Shoyo nods,
kind of too much, and Kageyama’s mouth is on him again.

He probably can’t come again, at least not this soon, but feeling Kageyama wet
at him is good enough. He makes indistinguishable noises and tightens when
Kageyama uses his tongue.

"I think that’s enough," Kageyama says, finally sitting up and wiping his
mouth. He’s so sweaty, bangs sticking against his forehead. Shoyo wants to kiss
him.

"Alright," Shoyo agrees.

Kageyama hands him his underwear and shorts, and Shoyo pulls them back on. As
Kageyama does the same, Shoyo tries to stand back up. His knees are wobbly.

"How am I going to bike home this way?" he complains.

Kageyama looks him up and down, maybe deliberating.

"I can help."

"How?" asks Shoyo. "It’s not like you can bike home for me."

Faint orange sunlight is still streaming through the windows, so he could get
home at a reasonable time, if his leg muscles were working. Kageyama sighs.

"Get on my back."

"W-What?"

"I said, get on my back." Kageyama squats, brings his arms behind him. "I’ll
walk your bike and piggyback you back home. Or at least to my house. Or
something."

"N-No! It’s fine, I can take – a subway or something – "

"What about your bike?"

Shoyo pouts. He’d always walked or biked to school; the only other method of
transportation he and his family uses is public transit, cars being pointless
in a tight rural area.

"Stay over at my place," Kageyama says. "You don’t have to bike back and forth
all the time. It’ll be easier for the both of us."

Shoyo grumbles, “Fine.” He climbs onto Kageyama, wraps his arms around him.
Kageyama lifts him easily before grabbing at their bags.

"Don’t say that like you don’t enjoy this," he says, making his way out of the
clubroom.

Shoyo buries his face into Kageyama’s shoulder. “I do,” he says, and inhales.
Kageyama’s soft, smells like the both of them. Shoyo tries to press back a
smile.
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