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Tobio is scowling more than he usually does, Oikawa notes with an absentminded lick of the yogurt cup’s lid.
They are sitting at the Olympics breakfast bar, Oikawa joining Japan's side of the Olympics village through sheer connections. He missed Japanese food, what could he say?
Tobio joins him a couple times, a little awkwardly, and Oikawa magnanimously allows it. The first few times were with Shoyo as a buffer but Shoyo slips off to the Brazil Olympics village himself for breakfast sometimes and well, here we are. Oikawa and Tobio having breakfast like it was normal.
Except this time around, Tobio-chan is glaring at his bowl of miso soup like it personally killed his family.
“Tobio-chan~, What’s gotten your panties in a bunch this fine morning?”
Tobio startles and looks up at him, cheeks pinking at his crude language. Oh his kouhai truly was cute, Oikawa thinks with some amusement. He sputters in reply, “It- It’s, uh, nothing Oikawa-san.”
“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he presses.
“Well,” Tobio starts hesitantly. He glances towards Oikawa’s face and back down at his food a couple times before finally continuing. “It’s about Hinata…”
Jesus, this was like pulling teeth. This better be good. “What about him?” he prompts.
“He’s just, he’s just so wound up!” Tobio bursts out, his mouth twists up in indignation.
Oikawa raises a brow in question.
“That idiot is always dialed up to a 100! He never settles down until he’s exhausted himself completely. You’d think he’d be better at managing himself after so many years playing volleyball and training his body, but no!”
Tobio inhales for a second and launches off into another passionate spiel. “He always needs to pace around the room like a- like a dog or something before he sleeps. It’s annoying, it’s distracting and I can’t sleep on time! Even when we are watching volleyball together, he needs to be bouncing his leg or fiddling with a volleyball or otherwise just be a nuisance. Sometimes I just wish he’d SIT STILL!”
Woah, this is the most he’s heard Tobio speak in a single conversation. Oikawa takes another bite of his rice as he watches Tobio seethe in anger. The two of them were rooming this time weren’t they? Shoyo had mentioned it to him once. The answer seemed fairly simple to him.
“It doesn’t sound like he’s wound up, Tobio-chan, more like he’s pent up,” he snickers.
Tobio tilts his head in confusion. Cute. Oikawa thinks of their time together in Brazil and otherwise, and he knew from personal experience that it wasn’t like Shoyo couldn’t relax… he just needed some, ah, help to wear him out.
Oikawa rests his chin on his palm and smiles mischievously at Tobio.
“He does have an off switch you know?” he offers, with a wink.
Tobio, predictably, perks up at this. “Really?” he asks. “Please Oikawa-san, Tell me how to make him less wound up!”
Oikawa’s grin grows at his unintentional wording. He decides to show him and not tell him. He does a quick glance around to check if there were any eyes on them - last thing he needed was a scandal with Tobio-chan of all people. They were safe, he motions Tobio closer and he eagerly leans closer.
He pokes his tongue in his cheek and does the classic up and down motion with his closed fist.
Tobio gasps in scandal and pushes back away from him like he was burnt. Oikawa snickers at the reaction. Of course he’d be a prude.
“Wha- what? That’s not. I mean-” he stutters out. His eyes were wide and horrified and his blush was traveling to his neck. He looked around frantically, not wanting to look Oikawa in the eyes.
Oikawa leans back and shrugs.
“Hey you asked,” he said in reply, ensuring his voice was level and nonchalant. “It’s a tried and true method you know? You should take it from your senpai.”
Tobio squirms in place, blushing furiously.
Oikawa just takes a sip of his frankly decadent and not nutritionist approved matcha milkshake, letting the silence linger to torture Tobio-chan more. Just when he feels Tobio is about to explode, he takes pity on him.
“Anyways, Shoyo has grown in those years, Tobio-chan. You’d know best yourself,” he lectures, unable to stop himself.
Tobio snaps his head up, looking him in the eye for the first time.
“He knows his limits and he knows how to wind down when needed. Maybe clear out from the room occasionally, hmm? Who knows he might seem more refreshed in the morning,” he says with a smirk.
He takes a minute to commit Tobio-chan’s flabbergasted, jaw-dropped face into memory and leaves with his milkshake in hand. Not without a sly parting salute.
He jauntily hums to himself as he walks towards the door of the hall. He really should come here for breakfast often.
Kageyama would love to say he put all thoughts of his… eventful breakfast with his senpai behind him and moved on with his day perfectly normal and fine but he’d be lying through his teeth.
Everytime he closes his eyes, no, everytime he so much as blinks - he can see the vivid image of Oikawa-san performing that crude action. It is seared into his eyelids. It is eating away at him.
He realizes around lunch when Atsumu-san asks him where Hinata was, that he had been subconsciously avoiding him the whole day. Kageyama stubbornly stomps down the blush growing on his cheeks and grumbles out that he is not Hinata’s handler nor his mom. Atsumu-san looks at him funny but thankfully is too distracted by something Bokuto did to press.
Kageyama tries not to think too hard about what was revealed to him, and that in turn makes him think. It is a vicious cycle.
He hasn’t thought of sex much admittedly but he wasn’t naive like Oikawa-san thought he was. This was the Olympics, he knew at a place where all the fittest, most competent, and hottest athletes gathered, there was bound to be some action going on. It was just far removed from him.
It’s just, he thought that Hinata was like him - paying attention to volleyball first and foremost, uncaring of the exploits of the world around them. They barely talked about it, Kageyama figures as his chest burns with what he was coming to realize was betrayal. He doesn’t want to think about why his first reaction to Hinata having sex (with others) was shock and betrayal.
He took a bite of his pork curry with rice to soothe his heart and his thoughts. It was natural, he reasons to himself between bites. Hinata was, for all intents and purposes, one of the hot, fit athletes and it stood to reason he'd also want to get the full Olympic experience. With people, people like… Oikawa-san.
His mood sours once more. He takes a mouthful of the curry and chews aggressively.
Of all people! Oikawa-san! He doesn’t want to think of his partner and rival hooking up with his other rival! He doesn’t want to think of Oikawa-san going down on his knees and smirking up at Hinata, slowly caressing his well-built thighs and sliding his hand up, up, up–
"Are you alright, Kageyama?” Ushijima asks in concern. Kageyama flushes at the turn his thoughts were taking and shakes his head violently.
“You are not?” he asked again, brows furrowed.
He swallows in a rush and takes a sip of water. “No- no I am fine, Ushijima-san. Thank you.”
“If you say so,” Ushijima concedes, figuring Kageyama would come to him if he really was facing any issues.
“Were you able to watch the match between Poland and Russia today?” he asks instead.
Kageyama’s heart settles. Volleyball will help him regain focus, he was sure.
They discuss the match as they have lunch and for once, after that Conversation, Kageyama was able to get it out of his head.
He was able to get it out of his head for around twenty minutes, which was the length of his and Ushijima-san’s conversation.
As Kageyama stood in line to return his plate, his mind once again filled with thoughts he was trying so hard to suppress.
Now his thoughts were snagging on the last thing Oikawa-san said to him before he left in a flourish. ‘Clear out the room occasionally’ he had said, implying that Hinata would want to bring back someone, someone to have sex with and that would help him feel less… wound up.
Kageyama slams his plate down, quite rudely, and storms off, ignoring the whispers of his teammates behind his back.
It was unacceptable, he thought, heart racing inexplicably (did he have a heart issue??). If Hinata needed any help to keep him in top condition, Kageyeama should be the first person he should come to. Kageyama would help him as his setter to keep him performing at his best. Wait.
He screeches to a halt, momentum lost at his revelation. That’s it! That’s why he was pissed and annoyed and betrayed - Hinata had gone to a rival setter, to Oikawa-san, instead of coming to Kageyama.
Did he think Kageyama couldn’t help him with this much? He already knew that his spiker was a handful.
As he was lost in his thoughts, Ushijima-san had caught up to him. Kageyama quickly grabbed his sleeve to stop him. “Ushijima-san, Can I ask you a question?”
Ushijima-san pauses in the middle of the hallway and turns to face Kageyama. He nods.
“If someone-,” he swallows, “If Oikawa-san was your setter…”
Ushijima-san perks up and nods once more, motioning him to continue.
“If Oikawa-san was your setter,” he repeats. “And he had an issue… that affected his performance. Would you be annoyed if he goes to a, uh, a rival spiker instead of coming to you for help?”
Ushijima-san takes a minute to ponder his question. Kageyama bites his lip raw as he waits for his answer.
“It depends on the issue,” Ushijima-san answers at length, “It depends but I think I would feel saddened that he thought I was so incapable that he had to go to a rival.”
Kageyama’s heart drops. He hadn’t thought of that, maybe Hinata didn’t reach out to him because he thought Kageyama’s skills weren’t up to par, maybe Oikawa-san was better than him at sex.
“Though,” Ushijima continues, folding his hands. “I would truly be ecstatic for the chance to play with Oikawa Tooru. Even after all these years, he is truly a setter that can bring out the best in his team. His last match-”
Kageyama tunes him out. Figures he got Ushijima-san to get into his ‘ranting about Oikawa’ mood. He is reminded again that there’s another spiker who thinks he is inferior to Oikawa.
Ushijima-san he could understand, he was always weird about Oikawa-san, but Hinata? Hinata he did not expect.
The more he thought about it, the more it angered him. He clenches his teeth in frustration. That.. that brat! To think Kageyama was inferior! It ranckled at him. He would show him. He would rock Hinata’s whole world. He would blow him away, literally and figuratively, and that will show him.
Hinata will never think about Oikawa-san again, he resolves himself.
“-during the third set, he showed incredible restraint and resolve by sticking to this plan even without immediate pay off.”
“Ushijima-san,” Kagyeyama cut in. “Truly sorry but I need to go now.”
Ushijima-san paused and bowed his head in goodbye. Kageyama bowed back and took off. He needed to mentally prepare himself.
That night finds Kageyama sitting on his bed, filing his nails in silence as Hinata paces around the room. His gaze occasionally flutters up to look at Hinata before looking back at his nails.
Hinata did look, for the lack of a better word, pent up. He was absentmindedly juggling a volleyball between each hand as he walked up and down their tiny room.
Kageyama’s heart beat so loud that he was sure Hinata could hear it in their cramped room. He blows at his hand, removing the excess nail fragments. The routine calms his racing heart.
With one final look at his hand, he neatly puts away his nail filing and care kit. He then looks back up at Hinata, who is almost vibrating out of his skin with the excess energy.
“Hinata,” Kageyama calls, voice loud in the silence of the room.
Hinata jumps a little at the suddenness of it. He blinks at Kageyama.
“Sit down,” Kageyama orders, tilting his head towards Hinata’s bed.
“Oh, Sorry Kageyama. Did I disturb you? Maybe I need to go for a run, I guess I’m a little excited. Haha um,” Hinata laughs uneasily, as he sits down, hands still fiddling with the volleyball.
Excited. Kageyama flushes slightly at the words. He clutches the sheets momentarily and lets it go, smoothening it out. He gets up lazily and slowly stalks towards Hinata.
Hinata gulps as he looks up at Kageyama. “Kage…yama?”
Kageyama stands in front of him and takes in Hinata’s flushed face. His lips quirk up slightly. Yes, this is how it should be. He places a perfectly manicured finger on Hinata’s chest and pushes him back to the bed.
Hinata falls back easily but immediately gets back up halfway and rests on his elbows to look at Kageyama again. He frowns, “Kageyama? What are you trying to do?”
Kageyama ignores him and climbs up on the bed, and on Hinata. Hinata’s jaw drops as Kageyama settles himself on Hinata’s lap and places his hands on his chest.
“What?” Hinata tries again but cuts himself off with a groan as Kageyama experimentally thrusts forward on his lap. His head drops back and his mouth falls open. Kageyama is mesmerized by the long expanse of his neck. He wants to bite it.
He grinds again, squeezing Hinata’s chest for support. Hinata lets out a louder, more guttural groan and falls back entirely. Hinata’s chest is rising and falling fast underneath Kageyama’s palms. The touch is searing and Kageyama wants more.
It is only then, coming out of the haze at seeing Hinata’s reactions, that he notices that Hinata is already half-hard. He levels a judgemental look at Hinata who burns red in embarrassment.
“You started this! What did you expect to happen?” he accuses, flushing prettily.
Indeed Kageyama did, this was a good thing. He slips his hands into Hinata’s pajama shirt and rucks it up so it is caught around his collarbone.
He slides his hands up and down and his hands get caught on Hinata’s perky, pebbly nipples. Hinata’s skin is as hot to the touch as it looks. He is gasping and shivering as if the very touch is sending electricity down his spine.
“Kageyama,” he groans, sounding like he was at the edge of his restraint. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
This pisses Kageyama off. He bends down to bite hard on one of Hinata’s dark, perky nipples in punishment. Hinata hisses and slips his fingers through Kageyama’s hair.
Kageyama looks up at him from this position, bent over Hinata and ass shaking in the air, practically hypnotizing him. This fucking minx, Hinata thinks as he scratches Kageyama’s hair.
“Be quiet,” his king commands. And he is but a lowly servant so he obediently screws his mouth shut.
Kageyama kisses down Hinata’s chest, taking his time much to Hinata’s chagrin but if left to Hinata’s rapid fire pace they’d be done by now. So, Kageyama pushes him down firmly with his hands and continues his ministrations.
He licks between Hinata’s ample chests, bites his nipples, sucks on the underside of his pecs, and trails his tongue down his abs.
“Kageyama- C’mon, Please-” Hinata gasps out, fingers tightening on his hair.
Kageyama raises his head to look at his work. Hinata is panting like he just finished a five-set match, flushed red all the way down to his navel, and most importantly littered with bruises and bites and hickeys. Kageyama grins.
Hinata’s sturdy hands come to rest on Kageyama’s waist. He caresses his skin with his thumbs. Kageyama looks up to meet his eyes and oh, they’re darker than Kageyama has ever seen them.
Hinata places his feet on the bed and thrusts up, grinding their dicks together. And oh, Kageyama’s eyes flutter close at the zing of pleasure it sends through his body.
But no he had a plan, a mission. The image of Oikawa-san pumping his first up and down in the air comes to mind. He bats away Hinata’s hands and gets down from his lap. Hinata whines loudly.
“Yama? Don’t go. Fuck,” he curses, sitting up on his elbows once more.
“I know what I’m doing,” Kageyama rolls his eyes, “Idiot,” he adds for good measure.
Kageyama kneels in front of the bed, trying to get himself comfortable. A pillow hits his head.
“Put that underneath your knees, It’ll hurt if you kneel on the ground directly,” Hinata explains, chest still heaving.
Kageyama scowls. Look at him, fucking sex god is he? How does he know all this? He pulls down Hinata’s pants or at least tries to.
“Hey, hey, hold on, Kageyama!” Hinata yelps and raises his hips to help him.
With Hinata's cooperation, Kageyama pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers in one fell swoop. Hinata’s dick bounces out of its confines and nearly smacks Kageyama in the face.
It is rock hard and pulsating, pre-cum dipping from the tip. Kageyama’s mouth waters as he takes it in. All their years together and this is the first time Kageyama has seen Hinata’s dick, it seems like a shame. It looks gorgeous, well as gorgeous as a dick can look.
“You alright?” Hinata asks in worry. “If you want to stop we can stop anytime.”
It’s pathetic and kind of cute that he says that while his dick is so hard, it’s curving up to his stomach. Restraint isn’t a good look on Hinata. He looks better satiated.
“Please,” Kageyama snorts and lies. “Your dick isn’t as intimidating as you make it seem to be.”
“Crude, Kageyama-kun!”
Kageyama reaches out and grasps Hinata’s dick around its base. Hinata hisses in reply. He experimentally moves his hands up and down. Hinata hisses again and touches his arm to stop him.
“What now?” Kageyama demands in frustration.
“It’s too dry, I have lube in the drawer…”
Not a bad idea. Kageyama rummages through his drawers and finds a half used bottle of lube next to some condoms. He raises his eyebrows at Hinata who grimaces.
“Hey, I have needs,” he defends.
Clearly. Kageyama snorts. He pours the lube directly on Hinata’s dick, it’s cold and that makes Hinata hiss once more. His dick wilts a little from the lack of attention but Kagyema can remedy that.
He grasps it again and woah, the movement is smoother now. He uses his other hand to cup Hinata’s balls which makes his entire body shiver.
His hands find their place on Kageyama’s hair once more. “Kageyama,” he sighs out.
Kageyama licks the tip slightly and it splurts pre-cum on his tongue. It tastes salty. He gives a few more kitten licks to the tip as his hands move up and down, and down and up, twisting his hand slightly at the top.
“More please,” Hinata begs, “Kageyama please, More!”
Always demanding. Well, Kageyama knew how to give him whatever he needed and then some. He sucked the entire tip into his mouth, licking a strip down his length and back up. Hinata hips thrust up at the motion, grinding his dick into Kageyama’s face.
Kageyama scowls and pins his hip down with his arm. “Stay still,” he warns. He gets back down and licks Hinata's dick a few more times. Hinata is practically shaking in his seat, his arm covering his eyes and teeth gnawing on his lips.
Kageyama has to open his jaw wide to fit Hinata’s dick into his mouth. He takes it slow, swallowing inch by painful inch, until half of it is inside his mouth. His saliva pools around his penis and he tries to swallow it back in.
The movement makes Hinata moan loudly, he curls his toes, panting and gasping.
“Yama god, your mouth,” he rumbles, leaning up to look at how his Kageyama swallows his cock so prettily. He rubs his thumbs around Kageyama’s stretched out lips with a groan.
Kageyama comes back up to breathe. He inhales deeply and coughs a few times, it was harder than he thought it was. Hinata’s dick twitches in response and that’s all the cue Kageyama needs to try again.
He sucks Hinata in again and pauses midway. Tears gather around his eyes as he tries to breathe through his nose. Hinata’s hands continue scratching away at his hair, soothing him.
He opens his eyes when he finally gets used to the size and glances up at Hinata through watery eyelashes.
Hinata pants at the utterly erotic sight Kageyama makes and without warning he thrusts up into Kageyama’s mouth, making him choke.
“Fuck, Sorry, You looked so pretty sucking my cock. I couldn’t stop myself.”
Hinata tries to pull Kageyama off of him but he holds on. He relaxes his jaw and taps Hinata’s hips meaningfully. Hinata’s jaw drops as understanding dawns on him.
“Are you serious?” he asks, disbelieving. Kageyama rolls his eyes, hoping that translates to ‘Hurry up idiot’.
It must, because Hinata groans once more and starts thrusting up, slowly at first and then he picks up pace. He manages to fit his entire cock inside Kageyama’s mouth and he grinds into Kageyama’s face, nearly bending over with the pleasure coursing through his veins.
He lets Kageyama go reluctantly. Kageyama takes a few steadying breaths, grasping Hinata’s thighs. As Kageyama is catching his breath, Hinata starts jerking off - all while staring at him open-mouthed.
His hands come up to Kageyama’s cheek and cups it lightly. Kageyama turns his head and gives it a chaste kiss. Hinata gasps as his hands speed up.
Kageyama bats away Hinata’s hands, once again, and swallows Hinata whole, feeling cocky with experience. He wants Hinata to cum, now. He forms a tight suction with his lips, letting his tongue fall out, and getting drool all over the place. Whatever he couldn't fit in his mouth he grabbed with his hand, jerking Hinata off as he met his hand halfway with his mouth.
Predictably, Hinata moans, “I’m so close, Kageyama geddoff-”
Kageyama stays right where he is. He mashes his nose into Hinata’s public hair, choking on his dick and, for the final nail in the coffin, tugs at his balls with his free hand.
Hinata gasps out Kageyama’s name, “Yama-”, in between a loud moan as he releases his load inside Kageyama’s hot, tight mouth. He falls back with a sigh as he splurts whatever was remaining onto Kageyama’s face.
Kageyama finally sits back on his knees. There. Now, Hinata didn’t need to go to anyone else but him. He licks his lips, growing aware of his own rock-hard erection.
He gets up, crawling back onto the bed. After his own release, he can finally have a restful, long night’s sleep and-
And Hinata was snoring on the bed.
Kageyama gaped down at him, still hard as nails. What did that idiot think he was doing falling asleep on him?
‘He does have an off switch you know?’ Oikawa-san’s voice titters in his ear. Is this what Oikawa-san had meant? That he’d pass out literally immediately after?
Kagyeama sat back on the bed feeling lost. There were drops of cum dripping down his hair and the bitter taste of cum in his mouth. He was feeling the most horny he had ever felt in his life and Hinata was sleeping.
He eyes the en-suite bathroom. He’ll clean Hinata up later, after he’s jerked off like a teenager in the shower, he thinks and slams the bathroom door shut with a bang.
Hinata snores away.