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Kageyama could no longer deny it. Hinata Shouyou was fucking hot . 

It was hard to ignore the man’s glow-up when even Tsukishima Kei had admitted that the MSBY player was ‘slightly less of an eyesore’. He did immediately try to take it back when Hinata smirked and winked at him because it made the man shrivel up and cringe.

Hinata had always been attractive in Kageyama’s eyes – obviously . This was his then-boyfriend-now-husband in question. 

They started dating in their first year of Karasuno to the surprise of absolutely no one but themselves. Before Hinata left for Brazil, they made some whimsical promise that they would get married one day.

Except, that statement turned into a real promise when Hinata had called Kageyama one month after arriving in Brazil to tell him that same-sex marriage was legal there and that non-citizens could get officiated.

It was impulsive and insane. They knew that . Did that stop them? No.

In their defence, they did try to wait. (For like, half a year. Kageyama would argue that it was still something .)

When the two of them got hitched, they made another promise to hold a wedding reception with all their loved ones one day. Mainly because they wanted to celebrate their union, partially because their sisters were extremely upset that they weren’t the witnesses to their marriage.

After that, the couple returned their focus and energy onto volleyball. Kageyama kept himself busy with training and Adlers-related events while Hinata stayed in Brazil to train his ass off and eat sand.

They called often, wore their rings every day and occasionally sent each other packages but they stuck to their promise to not see each other until after their MSBY vs Adlers match.

Good lord, did Kageyama struggle to keep himself in check when he ran into Hinata by the bathroom. It took him every ounce of self control to not drag the other man into a stall – and from the looks of it, so did Hinata.

Thankfully, it had been almost a month since the match and the two were already settling in. Since they finally had a few days off, they decided to go back to Miyagi and spend some time with their friends and family. Most of them had already seen the two on screen and a few had even travelled to watch the match in person. Unfortunately, none of them were able to spend any actual time with the athletes due to their post-match interviews and award ceremony.

This also meant that no one had been able to take a proper look at the couple since they were in constant motion both on and off-screen. Having been the one that stayed in Japan, Kageyama was no stranger to them. He did not visit home as often as he said he should, but he managed to show his face every few months so his friends were able to watch his steady growth into the professional athlete he was today.

Being able to see Hinata was what had gotten everyone excited and Kageyama completely understood the sentiment. He suggested that they pick a day to gather up the old Karasuno team and welcome his partner back.

It just so happened that the only day everyone could make it was on Valentine’s Day, since most of them would be with each other anyway. Plus, being in long-term relationships meant that most of them didn’t mind sacrificing one Valentines for the sake of a team reunion.

(As expected, when Oikawa and Kuroo heard of it, they invited themselves to the get-together. Iwaizumi and Kenma tried their best to stop them, they really did. Unfortunately, all that did was cause themselves to get dragged along.)

The reunion went as well as Kageyama had pretty much expected; mainly since he was not the one that actually organised it. Daichi and Sugawara planned out the whole thing – starting off their evening with dinner at Ukai’s place, then drinks at a bar that Tanaka used to work part-time at.

Despite missing two members, their dinner felt nostalgic. Everyone from Kageyama and Hinata’s first year had managed to make it except for Asahi and Noya since they were still in Egypt. Sugawara refused to have them sit out on the reunion and brought his iPad so that they could join in digitally.

There were a lot of stories being shared. From marriage talks to career updates, the table was bustling with conversations that it felt like they were back in high school again. 

Their captain was a firefighter, their vice-captain taught little children how to terrorise adults, two couples had gotten married and three were professional athletes.

Though, what caught Kageyama’s attention was how everyone – including Tsukishima – had a moment when they just stared at his husband. Not with the type of gaze that told people that they were simply invested in Hinata’s stories, but rather, they looked like they were mesmerised and under a spell. 

Kageyama could not blame them. His husband was unbelievably attractive. Hinata had always looked good but Brazil managed to turn his sweet little angel into a sun-kissed hunk. His tan lines were very prominent and his muscles had grown almost twice the size they were two years prior. His face had filled out and he had a jawline sharp enough to cut a slab of steak. 

Not to mention, there were the tattoos.

Kageyama did not know that his husband had gotten tattoos .

Hinata had two tattoos. One was on his left rib and the other was on the inside of his right arm. On his left side rested a sun with two dates inside it; his mother’s and Natsu’s. He explained to Kageyama that he wanted a tattoo of their birthdays but it looked a little plain and since most people associated members of his family with sunshine, he asked for the design to include a sun.

The tattoo on Hinata’s right arm was Kageyama’s favourite. It made him weak . It was a quote in simple cursive script that wasn’t long enough to cover the span of Hinata’s entire upper arm, but was long enough that it could be seen when Hinata would reach his arm up to spike.

‘With me, you’re invincible.’

Kageyama couldn’t believe that something he had said to Hinata ended up permanently imprinted on the man’s body. For a moment, he felt like he was in one of those ‘fanfictions’ Yachi had sent him. A ‘Soulmate Alternate Reality’ – or something like that. He finally understood the appeal of such a thing.

Not only were the tattoos a direct attack to Kageyama’s heart (and dick), but the arm tattoo had prompted Hinata to explain to the others about the meaning of the words and why he got it – which would then turn into Hinata proclaiming his love for the nth time with Kageyama right beside him. 

At first glance, it was easy to assume that Hinata’s newfound hotness could only be attributed to his physique. Afterall, he still smiled like he was the physical embodiment of the sun, and he was still as jumpy and airheaded as he used to be. 

Except, anyone who would look a little closer could tell that that was not the case. There was something else that seemed different about the man but Kageyama could not put his finger on it.

After dinner, Ukai, Takeda, the second years and Kiyoko went back home. The Tanakas did express how much they wanted to join for dinner – Lord knows they needed a break from the constant crying of a newborn – but they were babysitting Saeko’s kid for the week and they needed to get back. 

On their way to some place Oikawa had suggested, Kageyama silently watched Hinata excitedly catch up with their peers from the back of the crowd. It was nice to see Hinata surrounded by his friends. He knew about Hector and the others in Brazil, but he also knew that Hinata went through rough phases of homesickness and almost flew back a few times because of it. Kageyama was just happy to see his husband back home and surrounded by their old team again.

“Kageyama?”

The setter took his attention off Hinata for a moment to listen to whatever Daichi and Sugawara were talking about. He tuned them out earlier since they had been talking about work but they must have switched the topic at some point.

“Yes, Sugawara-san?”

“Does Hinata seem a little different to you?”

“Uhm…” Kageyama looked back to the front and watched as Hinata tried to jump up and touch the top of Kuroo’s head. “He grew a bit and he has a tan.”

“No – well, yes, that’s one thing – but we meant his personality. There’s something different about the way he carries himself but we can’t figure it out.”

“Oh. I know what you guys mean. I can’t figure it out either. Maybe it’s maturity?”

Kageyama took his eyes off Hinata to glance at the bewildered looks Daichi and Sugawara were giving him. He tried to keep a neutral expression but couldn’t fight the smile on his face.

Realising that it was a joke, Sugawara smacked his arm – a little harder than an average person that wasn’t of the Sugawara bloodline would – with a grin that could rival Hinata’s.

“You made a joke!”

“Yeah…”

“You’ve grown too! I’m so proud of you!”

Sugawara reached up to rub Kageyama’s head and Kageyama had to fight down the blush on his face. The last time someone praised him like that was when he was still in middle school. Sugawara really was a teacher.

In an attempt to save Kageyama some face, Daichi took Sugawara’s hand and held it by his side instead. Kageyama silently thanked his old captain and looked back up.

The group in front of them had stopped walking and Oikawa was talking to a man by a door. It was then when Kageyama noticed that they had arrived. From the looks of it, they were at a bar or a club; Kageyama didn’t know the difference, he was never one to go out and drink with his teammates. He had drank with them before, but only when they were at Romero’s house. 

As they entered, he thought back to what Suga said to him. Hinata seemed different after coming back from Brazil but he was still the same person at the same time. Kageyama figured that he could chalk the slight difference in Hinata’s demeanour to some cultural reason about living in Brazil. It didn’t matter all that much. Hinata was back in Japan – back to him.

As they sat down, Kageyama observed the place while the others decided on their drink order. The place wasn’t as calm as the pub near his gym was, but it wasn’t as loud and crowded as the clubs he would see on Oikawa or Atsumu’s Instagram stories. Regardless, he had to give himself a moment to adjust to the music and the amount of  people dancing.

It wasn’t that bad of a place. If no one ended up dragging him out to the dancefloor by the end of the night, he might even leave a positive Yelp review.

As they ordered their drinks, Kageyama noticed that Hinata knew his liquor pretty well. He was giving Yachi and Kenma suggestions on which drinks to try out rather than sticking to beer like they normally did. It was almost as if Hinata was very familiar with most types of alcohol. Kageyama knew about Hinata’s night-outs when he was still in Brazil but he started to wonder just how wild those nights really were.

Kageyama never worried about Hinata’s nights with Pedro. He had seen their Instagram stories and he knew they liked to party hard, but he also knew that Hinata was nothing but a respectful and trusting partner. The only thing Kageyama ever had to worry about was Hinata losing his phone from dancing too hard – which was a pretty valid concern since it had happened five times.

Even after those nights, the hungover version of Hinata was pretty functional and slightly energetic. Kageyama usually chalked it up to Hinata not drinking that much the previous night, but maybe it was because Hinata’s energetic personality and excitement to call Kageyama was stronger than any effects a hangover might have had on him.

With music playing in the background, Kageyama didn’t really want to speak up and ask about the alcohol thing. It was a night for Hinata, after all. He would rather save his vocal chords than speak up against the noise. Kageyama was content on drinking whatever Hinata had ordered for him and listening to the conversation around him.

“Isn’t that drink a little strong, Hinata?”

“Oh! Don’t worry about it, Suga-san! I’ve had stronger drinks in Brazil.”

“So you’re an alcoholic now?”

“What? No–!”

Hinata’s protest was interrupted by Kuroo laughing and throwing his arm around Hinata’s shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him, Suga. When we met up with Shrimpy in Rio for Kenma’s volleyball livestream, we watched him down drink after drink in the pub.”

“Okay! I drank a lot! It doesn’t mean I’m addicted. If you asked me to stop and give up drinking I can do it!”

“Mhm. Sure thing, Shrimp.” Kuroo ruffled Hinata’s hair in good fun. “What surprised me was that – in the week we were there and the nights we had – we never saw you get wasted. No matter how many drinks you had, you never turned into a drunkard. I gotta respect that.”

“I’ve seen him wasted. We got banned from a club because of it.”

Heads turned to the Argentinian player. That was news to everyone at the table, including Kagayema.

Kageyama knew about Oikawa’s trip to Brazil and that the two of them had spent a lot of time together while he was there. How could Kageyama not? Oikawa blew up his phone every half an hour with constant pictures of him ‘stealing Kageyama’s husband’.

Oikawa justified it by saying he wished he had more pictures of Iwaizumi; so he was just doing Kageyama a favour by adding to Kageyama’s collection. While Kageyama appreciated more pictures of Hinata, he didn’t need ten versions of each photo.

Looking back, he did remember receiving some photos of Hinata and Oikawa drinking, followed by a few hours of silence, only for the normal spam of pictures to continue the next morning but with the occasional selfie of Oikawa looking trashed and hungover. Again, Kageyama never really questioned just how wild their nights were as long as Hinata was healthy and safe.

“You, I can see it. But the Shrimp?” Kuroo eyed his fellow captain suspiciously, very much familiar with Oikawa’s habit of making everything a tad more dramatic than it actually was.

“Excuse me! What’s that supposed to mean, Kitty-kun?!” Oikawa gasped in offence. “I am in perfect control of myself when I get drunk, thank you very much. It’s Hinata that got us kicked out.”

“That’s a lie and you know it, Oika-san.”

“Fine.” Oikawa crossed his arms with a pout – almost resembling a certain setter but with less ‘gloom and doom’. “I may have contributed a little but Chibi-chan was the instigator!”

“How many times do I have to say that asking you to come dance with me was not the catalyst for you punching some dude out!”

“Woah.” Tsukishima spoke up for the first time, pushing his glasses up and smirking – a sign that he was about to insult someone. “He’s learning new words. If I had known that all it took for him to expand his vocabulary would be to go overseas, I would have shipped him off in our first year.”

“Can it, Saltyshima.”

Hinata explained that they did get a little too drunk that night so when they caught a guy trying to grope a woman, they forgot to control their strength and instead of pulling him off, they practically threw him to the ground.

Their actions may or may not have started a (not so) small brawl. Oikawa ‘unintentionally’ punched the man out, which led to other drunkards joining in – most of which had no idea what was going on and were just using the chaos as an excuse to throw out punches and kicks.

The second club they got banned from was less violent but equally chaotic. They got too drunk, resulting in Hinata attempting to backflip off a table – with no prior experience flipping over anything whatsoever – and breaking both the table, a chair and the mic stand Oikawa was holding, for some reason .

The third club was a mess. For the sake of their careers and in order to not lose their visas, they agreed that they were to never talk about it. Should their names pop up in connection to the ‘Nude Night Swimmers in Rio’ incident, they always remind people that any claims were alleged . No one had any proof that two of the fifteen people there were them.

“Enough of that! Let’s drink!” Kuroo slammed his beer down on the table, causing some droplets to fall on Tsukishima’s sleeve and the middle blocker fought off the urge to growl at his own senpai. “Cheers!”

Everyone held up their glasses, each of them cheering for Hinata’s return and that the man survived two whole years without ending up on international news (volleyball didn’t count).

Those that weren’t a big fan of alcohol – Kageyama, Kenma and Tsukishima – slinked back to sit further away from the chaos. Each of them made sure to keep an eye on their respective partners, but with different reasons.

Kageyama couldn’t stop staring at Hinata because he was still trying to figure out what made his partner seem different, Kenma found Kuroo hotter when the man was drunk and Tsukishima knew that Yamaguchi tended to go a little overboard when he drank. He had to carry both Yamaguchi and Yachi home way too many times.

“You know,” Tsukishima leaned in closer so that Kageyama could hear him. “You’re actually married to him now. You don’t have to sit here and eye-fuck him in front of us. It’s gross. Drag him to the bathroom like a regular horny bastard.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Kageyama made a move to elbow Tsukishima but the taller man was quick to dodge. “I’m not trying to eye-fuck him from here. I can do that at home.”

“Gross.”

“I’m trying to figure out why his vibe is different.”

“Sure. Because when I want to analyse someone, I give them bedroom eyes.”

“You’re such an asshole–!” Kageyama moved to tackle Tsukishima but was held back when two strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

“Woah, woah, woah. Are you drunk already, Tobio?” Hinata walked around him, still keeping his arms around Kageyama. “I would hope your tolerance was stronger than that.”

“I’m not drunk. He’s just being a bitch.”

“Oh. Then I should have let you punch him.” Hinata leaned down to kiss the top of Kageyama’s head, causing both Tsukishima and Kenma to grimace at the public display of affection.

“Gross.”

“I’m going to start calling you homophobic if you say ‘gross’ one more time.”

Hinata positioned himself in between Kageyama and Tsukishima, not wanting the two to get into another one of their ‘cat fights’. For extra measures, he asked the bartender to refill both Kageyama and Tsukishima’s drinks, knowing that the two tended to be less argumentative when they had alcohol in them.

“Why’d Tsukki call you ‘gross’?”

“Cause he’s a bitch–”

“Cause he kept trying to eye-fuck you.” Tsukishima cut Kageyama off with a smirk.

“Oh?” Hinata’s hand started to travel from its position on Kageyama’s shoulder to the nape of his neck, gently putting some pressure as he leaned in closer. “Was he, now?”

“No.” Kageyama avoided eye contact with his two yearmates, content on staring down at his drink and hiding the way his cheeks were flaring up.

“He was.” Kenma, the betrayer, added on his two cents to the conversation and effectively dug Kageyama’s grave.

“I was not .” Kageyama tried to defend himself, painfully aware of the way Hinata’s fingers were caressing his neck and the way Hinata was leaning in closer to him. “You seemed different so I was trying to figure out why!”

“Different how?” The fingers on Kageyama’s neck paused and Kageyama held back a sigh of relief.

“I didn’t figure it out yet.”

“I did.” Kenma interjected, taking a sip of his drink without taking his eyes off Kuroo and the man’s poor attempt at dancing. “Shouyou’s hot shit.”

“Well, I know that–”

“ –And he knows he’s hot shit. He carries himself with more sexual confidence because of it.”

Kageyama took a moment to process Kenma’s words before realising that the streamer was correct. Hinata did carry himself around with more confidence. Not in the same way he did back in high school, but as an attractive man that knows he’s attractive.

Kageyama couldn’t connect the dots earlier because when other people did the same – namely Oikawa and Atsumu – they would sometimes come off as cocky. For some reason, when Hinata did it, he didn’t have an air of arrogance.

“That’s it?” Hinata asked, honestly surprised that that was the big mystery clouding Kageyama’s mind.

“Yep.”

“Oh?” Hinata’s focus shifted back to Kageyama and the pressure around the back of his neck returned. “So you were staring at me because you thought I was hot?”

“Dumbass! O–Obviously I think you’re hot. I married you.”

“Gross.” Tsukishima reminded them of his presence in hopes it would stop them from making out in front of him.

“Homophobic.”

“Yeah, sure.” The middle blocker rolled his eyes and scooted away from the couple. Unfortunately, all that did was give Hinata more space to step around the chair and stand in between Kageyama’s legs.

“So. Hot shit, huh?”

“No.” Kageyama denied, determined to keep his eyes trained on the counter and not on the way his husband was towering over him, inching closer and closer.

“Hey, Shouyou.” Kenma downed his drink before getting off his seat – likely to head over to his fiancé who was currently puking into a trashcan. “Where’s your piercing?”

Hinata’s what?

Kageyama risked a glance at Hinata, only to gulp when he saw how devious his husband looked. He had a feeling that Kenma just signed Kageyama’s death wish.

“I keep forgetting to put it back on since I have to remove it for matches and photoshoots. But thank you for the reminder, Kenma.”

“Anytime. Ciao.”

Kenma left the three of them at the bar and Hinata pulled out his wallet. Kageyama’s body betrayed him as his legs instinctively squeezed around Hinata’s sides, having been conditioned by all the other times Hinata pulled out his wallet to fish for a condom.

Except this time, Hinata did not pull out a condom. Instead, he pulled something small and metal that had been inside in a clear packet.

“Okay.” Tsukishima slammed his empty glass on the table, reminding the two of his presence. “Fine. I’ll be homophobic, but please go to the bathroom stalls if you’re going to fuck because I will commit a hate crime if I’m forced to witness such blasphemy.”

Tsukishima stood up and started making his way to another table, deciding that a drunk Suga was better than a horny Kageyama.

With Tsukishima gone, Hinata grinned and took the metal ball-thing out of the plastic bag. Kageyama watched as Hinata fished out one of Yamaguchi’s anti-bacterial wipes from the bag Tsukishima left behind and began to wipe down the object and his fingers.

“Here.” Hinata passed one of the wipes to Kageyama and asked him to wipe up his hands too.

“What was that for?”

“So you can help me put it in.”

“What?” Kageyama gulped, his hand pausing in its movements.

“I need you to help me put the piercing on, Tobiooo~.” Hinata gleamed, stepping in closer and dropping the ball in Kageyama’s hand. “I’m too tipsy.”

That was a lie and a half. If anything, Kageyama was the one that felt tipsy even though he barely had any alcohol in his system. Hinata’s actions were making him feel a little lightheaded – though that may also be due to the fact that most of his blood had left his head and travelled elsewhere.

Without giving Kageyama a chance to breathe, Hinata stuck his tongue out and Kageyama finally spotted the hole in Hinata’s tongue. They’ve made out multiple times since Hinata got back, he couldn’t believe he did not notice it before.

Shaking, Kageyama carefully put the stud through Hinata’s tongue and fastened it at the bottom – all while vehemently trying to ignore the way Hinata was staring down at him. Hinata’s eyes were getting darker and darker by the second and Kageyama didn’t know how much self-control either of them had left.

When he was done, Kageyama cleared his throat and leaned back. He quickly eyed the people around them and was relieved to see that most of their friends were too busy dancing, drinking or conversing far away from them.

“D–Done.”

“Do you like it?”

“Huh?”

“I said,” Hinata inched closer, his mouth hovering over Kageyama’s ear. “Do you like it?”

Hinata licked a stripe up the shell of Kageyama’s ear. Kageyama took a sharp breath in and tightened his thighs around Hinata’s, his resolve snapping and his pants feeling way too tight.

“Y–Yes.”

“Good.” Hinata bit down on the tip of Kageyama’s ear, eliciting a small whimper from the taller man.

Hinata’s hands found themselves on Kageyama’s thighs and were starting to travel up to Kageyama’s sides. That, paired with the way Hinata was nibbling on Kageyama’s ear, was driving Kageyama insane. They were in public , surrounded by their friends and Kageyama was sporting a boner.

“Shouyou…”

“Yes, Tobio?” Hinata’s fingers found Kageyama’s belt loops and used them to pull the man in closer. This time, pressing their hard-ons against each other. Kageyama struggled with the urge to rut against Hinata because – once again – they were in public .

“I want to go home…”

“Are you sure, Tobio?” Hinata asked his partner, smirking as he slipped a hand in between them and grabbed Kageyama’s front. “Do you really think you can go home like this?”

“Fuck, Shouyou.” Kageyama breathed out, resting his forehead against Hinata’s shoulder to hide his heated cheeks. “We don’t have a choice.”

“But we do.”

With that Hinata stepped back and Kageyama scrambled to cover his obvious bulge. There were too many observant volleyball players in the bar for them to go unnoticed. Before Kageyama could collect his bearings, Hinata was dragging him out of his seat and towards the corner of the bar.

“Wait! I need to pay the tab–”

“Later.”

“What? What do you mean by later?”

“We’ll do it after we’re done.”

The two of them stepped into the bathroom and Hinata let go of Kageyama to walk further in. 

In the time it took for Kageyama’s brain to process what Hinata had planned on doing, Hinata was already surveying the area and checking the stalls to make sure they were the only ones inside. Once he confirmed they were alone, he grabbed the cleaning sign from beneath the sink, placed it in front of the door and locked it.

“Shouyou. We can’t–”

“We can.”

Hinata shoved Kageyama against the wall and started to make out with his husband in the filthiest way he could. Kageyama couldn’t help but submit whenever Hinata got like that. Ever since Brazil, Hinata’s confidence in bed had doubled. His skills stayed the same – the two of them learning and figuring things out together – but Hinata started to fumble less.

Kageyama also realised that Hinata took charge a lot more often. He didn’t mind it at all; not when Hinata took care of him so well.

“Tobio, Tobio, Tobio…” Hinata called out as he continued to suck down on Tobio’s neck. Their hands were scrambling all over as they rutted against one other.

“Y–Yeah, Shouyou?”

“Pants. I need you to take off your fucking pants right now.”

Kageyama gulped and started to take his pants off, struggling since Hinata did not stop rutting against him and marking his neck as much as he could. It felt like forever but Kageyama eventually managed to slide his pants down. He was about to work on Hinata’s button when the other man nudged his hand away.

“No. You first.”

“Wha–?”

Kageyama was cut off by Hinata lifting him up and walking towards the sink. Hinata grabbed a few paper towels with one hand as he walked by the dispenser and laid them out messily on the counter before gently placing Kageyama down.

“Shouyou?! We– We can’t!”

“No cameras.”

“We should at least go into the stall!”

“Can’t wait. I need to suck you off so bad, Tobio.”

Without warning, Hinata dropped down on one knee and started to suck on Kageyama’s inner thighs. The setter bit down on his lip to stop himself from yelling but Hinata reached up to pull Kageyama’s lips apart with his thumb.

“Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Pulling back for a moment, Hinata swiftly took his shirt off and placed it in front of Kageyama’s mouth.

“Bite down on this.”

Obediently, Kageyama opened his mouth and let Hinata place the fabric inside. He bit down and silently apologised for the drool that would inevitably form on the shirt. Once Kageyama was muffled to Hinata’s liking, Hinata returned to his position in between Kageyama’s thighs but paused before doing anything.

“Are you okay with this, Tobio? If you’re genuinely uncomfortable then I’ll tell the others we’re going home.”

Truth be told, Kageyama was worried about someone walking in. They’ve never done anything more than a make out session out in public before so this was new territory for them. Despite all that, he was still very much on board. He trusted that Hinata locked the door properly – that, and he knew he was fast enough to run into the stall if needed.

“Mmm.” Kageyama hummed around the shirt, nodding to emphasise his point.

“Okay.”

Hinata licked a strip up Kageyama’s cock while using his other hand to gently cup the man’s balls. Kageyama arched back and bit down on the shirt even harder. He’d received his fair share of blowjobs but the fact that they were doing it in public made him feel a lot more sensitive than he usually was.

Without much warning, Hinata started to give Kageyama’s tip little kitten licks – teasing the setter and enjoying the way Kageyama’s thighs tensed up under his hands.

“Tch, tch, tch.” Hinata caressed the inside of Kageyama’s thighs, letting Kageyama’s dick smack against his face when he tilted his head up to look up at the setter. “You need to give me space to work, baby. I’d prefer your legs open. Kinda like –” Hinata gripped Kageyama’s thighs and pushed them wide open, the setter going red at the feeling of being spread apart like that. “ – this. See? Much better.”

Kageyama whined into the shirt as Hinata returned to his task, still gripping Kageyama’s thighs apart. He was so incredibly turned on . He never once thought that exhibitionism could be his thing but there was something about being so embarrassingly spread open while being able to hear the music in the bar just on the other side of the door was causing him to lose all rationality.

Finally – finally – Hinata gave one last lick to Kageyama’s tip before focusing on the rest of Kageyama’s cock. They both knew Kageyama was a fan of overstimulation but it wasn’t good practice (for them) to push it this early.

“Hng–!” Kageyama yelped when Hinata sucked on the side of Kageyama’s dick and slid up to the tip . That was definitely something new because if Hinata had done it before, Kageyama would have burned it into his memory no matter how fucked out he was.

“You like that?” Hinata smiled, with his bottom lip pressed against Kageyama’s tip. “Saw it in a video, thought it’d make you feel good.”

Kageyama resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Hinata and his videos .

Since they’ve only ever been with each other, Hinata resorted to watching porn videos for inspiration on what he could do to spice up their sex life. That would have been fine if Hinata didn’t keep a goddamn sex notebook beside his laptop – because, of course Hinata took notes . The man never took notes in school but for some reason, this was worth it to him.

Horny bastard.

Before Kageyama could spit the shirt out and call Hinata out for his weird habit, Hinata did the suction thing again and effectively blanked out Kageyama’s mind. For someone that went two whole years without sex, Hinata was miles ahead of Kageyama in terms of oral.

Probably because when they occasionally did try video sex, Hinata was the only one with a dildo. Some may think he got it for himself, but really, it was for him to ‘put on a show’ for Kageyama. After all, Kageyama’s biggest turn on was having his dick in Hinata’s mouth.

For as good as Hinata was in riling Kageyama up, it wasn’t enough . Kageyama finally spat the shirt out and placed a hand on Hinata’s head.

“Sh–Shouyou…” Kageyama surprised himself with how husky his own voice sounded. “More. Please.”

“Mmm…” Hinata licked a strip up Kageyama’s cock, staring up into Kageyama’s eyes and watching Kageyama beg in desperation. “Anything for my Tobio.”

With that, Hinata wrapped his lips around him took Kageyama all the way down his throat.

God, Kageyama wished the music in the bar was loud because the slutty fucking moan he let out was not going to do wonders for his reputation.

“Fuck–!” Kageyama threw his head back as Hinata started to bob up and down on his dick. “Fuck, Shouyou–! Holy fucking shit, your piercing!”

Kageyama gripped Hinata’s hair in an attempt to slow the man down but Hinata was on a mission. Not only that, but getting his hair gripped like that only made Hinata moan with Kageyama’s dick in his mouth – which was making matters even worse for Kageyama.

He hadn’t even cummed yet but Kageyama was already seeing stars. He could feel Shouyou’s ball piercing running up and down on the underside of his cock and it was driving him insane.

“Shouyou, Shouyou, Shouyou…” Kageyama was rambling nonsense at this point. His grip on Hinata’s hair matched the grip Hinata had on Kageyama’s thighs but the slight pain wasn’t stopping any of them. “Fuck. I need… I need…”

“Mmm?” Hinata hummed before popping off Kageyama's cock for a split second and letting it hit his face as he spoke. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.” Hinata kissed the base of Kageyama’s cock and smiled when Kageyama whined at the sudden decrease of stimulation. “But don’t come unless I tell you to.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” Hinata smirked cockily and licked up Kageyama’s dick. “If you beg like a slut, you should be ready to get treated like one.”

A broken sob escaped the setter when Hinata swirled his tongue over Kageyama’s cock – while also rubbing his thumb against Kageyama’s entrance. Kageyama’s eyes went wide when he realised where their ‘quickie’ was going.

“Shouyou…”

“I want this, but only if you do too.” Hinata paused, his mouth and thumb hovering over Kageyama as he waited for the man’s response.

Kageyama should tell them to slow things down; that he could give Hinata a handjob afterwards and they could go back to their friends that were literally less than fifteen metres away from them. It was the responsible thing to do…

One glance at Hinata made Kageyama decide to throw all rationality out the window. His husband was looking up at him with hunger in his eyes, his lips red and slicked with saliva. Kageyama could not go home without having the man fuck him first.

“I want this – fuck , I want you so bad.”

That was all Hinata needed before going down on Kageyama and inserting his thumb into the man’s entrance. Kageyama was struggling to control the sounds coming out of his mouth so Hinata grabbed Kageyama’s own hand and placed it in front of the setter’s face before sliding off Kageyama’s dick.

“If you don’t want the fucking shirt, then lick your fingers and be useful.”

With a whine, Kageyama worked his tongue around his fingers and Hinata continued to bob up and down on Kageyama’s dick – but this time, he refused to break eye contact with the setter. It was a miracle that Kageyama hadn’t come yet.

Once Kageyama’s fingers looked wet enough and Hinata could tell that Kageyama could handle being stretched further, Hinata yanked the fingers out of Kageyama’s mouth and directed it into the setter’s own hole.

Without needing instructions, Kageyama started to open himself up and Hinata used both his hands to keep Kageyama’s legs spread apart. For a moment, they were just focusing on their own task while attempting to keep an ear out for someone knocking on the door. Quite frankly, they were doing a piss poor job since the moans Kageyama was letting out and Hinata’s sloppy sucking noises were distracting them a bit too much.

Honestly, Kageyama knew he was stretched enough for Hinata but the whole scene of him fingering himself, spread open in a public bathroom with his dick down Hinata’s throat was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Shou… Shouyou… I can’t– I’m close–!”

A broken cry escaped Kageyama when Hinata pulled back and stood up. Kageyama felt the air rush between them and he felt his dick twitch in agony as he started to climb down from the edge. “No, no, no! Shouyou–!”

“So fucking impatient.” Hinata wrapped a hand around his dick and aligned it against Kageyama’s entrance – Kageyama hadn’t even noticed Hinata pull down his pants before the man stood up. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck.” Kageyama sobbed as Hinata teased his entrance. “I want– I need you to fuck me. Please, Shouyou.”

“Mmm.” Hinata continued to rub his tip against Kageyama and reached out to run his thumb across Kageyama’s lips. “Are you sure? All I did was suck your dick but you’re being so fucking loud.”

“I’ll be good!” Kageyama begged with actual tears forming in his eyes. He was so painfully hard , he couldn’t take it. “P–Please, Shouyou! I’ll be so good for you!”

“I don’t need you to be good,” Hinata started, his fingers probing Kageyama’s lips open as he slid his tip into the man. “I need you to be quiet .”

All at once, Hinata slammed forward while stuffing his fingers deep down Kageyama’s throat. The loudest moan Kageyama had let out that night was thankfully muffled by the fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back and he started to see stars again as Hinata started moving.

“Tobio? You okay?”

Weakly, Kageyama nodded and lazily licked around the fingers in his mouth.

“Good.” Hinata gripped Kageyama’s waist tighter after assuring that the man was fine. “Remember, you asked for this.”

Without an ounce of mercy, Hinata started fucking Kageyama at a relentless pace. He winced when Kageyama let out a guttural scream and bit down on Hinata’s fingers – not enough to draw blood or cause damage but definitely enough to leave an obvious mark.

Hinata’s thrusts were sharp and calculated, making sure to hit Kageyama deep but just missing the spot he knew that Kageyama loved the most. He couldn’t help but grunt as he continued to fuck into Kageyama’s tight hole; he had loosen Kageyama as much as he could but they were a bit pressed for time to fully open him up.

“ Fuck . Your hole keeps sucking me back in. It’s like you were made to take my dick.”

Kageyama whimpered as he struggled to keep himself quiet, tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks as he gripped the counter until his knuckles turned white. Despite that, he was still rocking forward, meeting Hinata in the middle and crying out in erotic pleasure.

“M–More…” Kageyama muttered around the fingers, looking up into Hinata’s eyes with the most fucked out expression he’s had in a while. “Harder, Shouyou… H–Harder, please …”

Hinata couldn’t tell if Kageyama was in his right mind anymore, but neither was he. They were both drunk off each other and nothing in the world could get them to stop.

“God, you’re beautiful like this.” Hinata continued to thrust into Kageyama as he split his fingers apart to open Kageyama’s mouth. He watched as Kageyama panted and rolled his eyes back when Hinata sped up the pace. “What a pretty fucking slut. You’re already stuffed with my cock but you’re still begging for more?”

“H–Harder…”

Kageyama was so fucking pathetic when he begged. Who was Hinata to deny his husband the ecstasy he so clearly wants? 

With no warning, Hinata leaned forward – angling himself perfectly to ram straight into Kageyama’s prostate – and captured his husband’s lips in the middle of another one of Kageyama’s filthy moans.

“Right here?” Hinata asked, slipping his fingers out of Kageyama’s mouth to grip both sides of Kageyama’s hips and slam deep into him. The dirty sounds of their skin slapping against each other echoed in the empty bathroom as they both chased their release.

“Fuck, Shouyou! Ngh–! R–Right there! More, more–!” Kageyama cried against Hinata’s lips, no longer caring about how loud he was being. Judging from the stuttered huffs coming from Hinata, neither was he.

“Fucking slut.” Hinata shoved his tongue down Kageyama’s throat, not giving up the pace in the slightest. Kageyama’s hands automatically went up to grip Hinata’s hair and claw down Hinata’s back. Neither of them were walking out of that place unmarked that night.

“I’m– Ah! Fuck, I need to cum. Sh–Shouyou! Please!” Kageyama weeped, spluttering and begging Hinata for a release while ignoring the sloppy kisses Hinata was giving him.

“Me too, baby. Me too. Just–” Hinata grunted when he felt Kageyama clench up around him. “Wait for me, baby. Wait for me.”

“Shouyou, please –” Kageyama was full-on sobbing at this point. He was so fucking hard and close, he didn’t think he could hold off any longer.

“Shhh…” Hinata reached up to kiss Kageyama on the temple and kept his lips pressed up against it as he grew closer and closer to his own release. “You’re doing so good, baby. You feel so good. Just a little more… I know you can do it. You’re so fucking good for me.”

Kageyama was starting to feel overwhelmed by everything – the fucking, the feeling of his dick rubbing against Hinata’s stomach, the praises Hinata was muttering into his ear, the puffs of breath Kageyama could feel coming out from Hinata, the remembrance that they were in a public space .

“Shouyou– Shouyou! ”

“Come for me, Tobio.”

And just like that, Kageyama came so hard his vision gave way. He felt Hinata slam deep into him before the familiar feeling of something filling him up hit. Both men were panting, shaking and clinging onto one another to avoid collapsing over on the floor.

They stayed there for a moment, frozen in time and still connected as they rode the aftershocks together. Kageyama whimpered every time he felt Hinata’s dick move the tiniest bit inside him and Hinata grunted every time Kageyama clenched around him.

They didn’t even know how long they stayed there before Hinata finally slipped himself out of Kageyama; using one hand to prevent his cum from spilling onto the floor and another to grab tissues out of the dispenser.

Kageyama took a bit longer to recover, which was perfectly fine for Hinata. Hinata took it as an opportunity to clean Kageyama up; kissing every inch of the man’s exposed skin and praising him for doing such a good job.

By the time Kageyama came out of his post-sex haze, Hinata already had all his clothes on and was working on buttoning up Kageyama’s shirt.

“You back, Tobi?”

“Yeah… yeah.” Kageyama whispered, pushing himself off the counter and almost collapsing on the ground when his legs gave out. Lucky for him, Hinata caught him and held him up until the blood could return to Kageyama’s legs.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” Kageyama squeezed Hinata’s forearm, leaning in to kiss his partner on the cheek. “That was fucking amazing. Let’s never do that again.”

“Wha– Hey!”

“I’m serious, Shouyou.” Kageyama stated, regaining his balance and stepping back to stand on his own two feet. “I had a fleeting thought of Sugawara catching us and that scared the shit out of me.”

“What if we did this again but not at a reunion party?”

The setter sighed, but agreed with Hinata as he pulled his phone out to check the time. Despite the deep-seeded fear of Sugawara walking in on him naked, the experience was pretty fucking hot and Kageyama would be so down to try it again – far away from anyone he knew.

When his screen lit up, Kageyama noticed that he had many missed messages from Tsukishima, out of all people. It wasn’t that weird to get messages from Tsukishima nowadays – especially now that they were reluctant best friends after spending years in the same clique – but Tsukishima never sent this many before.

Ignoring Hinata the sounds of Hinata celebrating Kageyama’s agreement to try their whole stint again, Kageyama opened up his chat with the middle blocker and immediately felt the ice cold repercussions of their actions.

Tsukki

[12:02am] I can’t believe you two.

[12:02am] I didn’t think you’d actually take my advice.

[12:07am] Shut up.

[12:08am] You two are so loud.

[12:10am] Holy SHIT. Shut. UP.

[12:12am] STOP FUCKING SCREAMING

[12:12am] IM LEARNING TOO MUCH ABOUT YOUR DISGUSTING SEX LIFE

[12:15am] Tadashi had to go and ask the DJ to turn up the music.

[12:20am] CAN YOU FINISH ALREADY

[12:20am] SOME PEOPLE NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM

[12:38am] stay in the toilet and die.

A quick glance at the time told Kageyama that they had been in the bathroom for about forty-five minutes. There was no way the others wouldn’t have noticed their absence – unless they were piss-faced drunk. Which, honestly, Kageyama was kinda hoping for at this point.

“We need to go.”

“What?”

“We need to go.”

Kageyama passed Hinata his phone and watched as the coloured drained from his husband's face.

“We– We should jump out the window.”

“Can’t. Metal grills, I checked.”

“Fuck.”

The two of them blinked at each other before steeling up and facing the bathroom door. “Let’s just go out there and make a run for the exit. I’m sure Kenma will pick up the tab and I can just transfer him later…”

Kageyama nodded, already placing his hand on the lock. “Once this door opens, we run.”

“Yes.”

On the count of three, Kageyama unlocked the door and flung it wide open. The two of them were set to book it out of the club when they spotted two figures leaning against the wall by the bathroom door and halted in their tracks.

A quick glance into the bar let the two sex fiends know that there was a high chance most of their other friends hadn’t heard them, since the group seemed to be gathered on the far end of the dance floor and were drunk off their minds. Likely the work of their two ever-so-loyal best friends and apparent-bodyguards.

Though, both Tsukishima and Kenma looked like their lifespan had just gotten reduced by seventy per cent. In just forty-five minutes, the two blondes managed to develop bags under their eyes and a sunken look only fifty years of trauma could cause to a person.

Despite the fact that both of them were wearing headphones, Kageyama and Hinata realised their two best friends had witnessed too much .

“Tsukishima, Kozume-san–”

“I thought I told you two to stay there and die?”

“Tsukishima!”

Kenma looked into Hinata’s eyes with such a hollowed out expression that Hinata felt like the only thing left of his best friend was the empty husk of a tormented soul. Kenma reached out, placed his hand on Hinata’s shoulder and spoke for the first time.

“I wish you stayed in Brazil.”

“Kenma!”

Kenma hushed Hinata, before pulling his hand back and wiping it on his jeans. He took one glance into the bathroom, shivered and turned to walk away from the group. There was a certain drag in his steps that made him look like he was carrying a lot on his shoulders.

Turning to Tsukishima, the two men tried to formulate some kind of proper apology when the middle blocker just held his hand up to stop the two.

“Don’t.”

“But Tsukki–!”

“ Don’t. I am going to drink the night away and pray that I get shit-faced enough to forget the sounds of hell I just heard. Please, don’t talk. I can’t associate your voices with any semblance of innocence while the memories are still in my head.”

Respecting Tsukishima’s wishes, the two just bowed profusely as the middle blocker took his leave. He didn’t even leave them with an insult or a sarcastic comment – they scarred him that bad.

Nervously glancing into each other’s eyes, the two of them came to a silent agreement to pay for each and every drink Tsukishima and Kenma ordered that night – to show their gratitude to their friends but mostly for their own conscience as well.

And if that didn’t work, maybe they could move permanently to Brazil.