a bit of older!kagehina nsfw. they’re in university, 20/21 years old, and kageyama shows hinata something a bit better than kissing.
nsfw. blowjobs, established relationship.
“Get a room,” Tsukishima had told them when Kageyama had first kissed Hinata after they’d won against Shiratorizawa, tears in all of their eyes and sweat dripping from their burning hands and purple-bruised arms.
Now, they had a room. They also had a bed they slept in, which was convenient if you were a couple that attended the same university volleyball team and had also just discovered that there were even better things than kissing your boyfriend against a wall until you were both hard and panting desperately.
Far better things, Hinata thought when Kageyama unlocked their dorm room and pulled him inside, stumbling towards the bed with Hinata’s smaller hand tight and warm in his own.
“Let me try something, okay?” Kageyama said, and then, low and dark, “trust me”, before he pressed Hinata onto the bed, one hand carefully protecting the back of his head from hitting the pillow too hard. Because he was an idiot and insecure and wonderful, Hinata thought. His idiot.
“Okay,” he said. “Yeah, okay. Is – is it gonna hurt?”
“No! No, oh God, no, I won’t – not that, you dumbass. Just – let me. It’s gonna be good, promise.” Kageyama’s forehead dropped down to meet Hinata’s, his breath soft against Hinata’s trembling mouth as Kageyama framed his face with long, rough fingers.
And he’d keep his promise, Hinata found out a few moments later, after whispering “I love you”, and nodding, cheeks red and chest tight. God, Kageyama hadn’t promised too much.
Kageyama took his sweet time undressing Hinata. His hands where everywhere, sliding over Hinata’s burning skin with an adoration that had him sigh, his back arching, toes curling into the bed sheets when Kageyama’s mouth closed over his pulse, teeth scraping gently where his blood flooded and circulated. “Ka – Kage – T-tobio,” Hinata made a dark noise in the back of his raw throat, something that sounded strange, almost foreign, and Kageyama’s rough, bruised fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers.
“Tell me if you want me to st- “
Hinata grabbed his hair and kissed him, kissed him hard and desperate until Tobio was breathless and cursing into his lips, mumbling “f-fuck” and “shit, you’re so – love you, fuck, you’re so damn beautiful” against the hot breath of Hinata’s mouth. His vision blurred, everything was on fire, liquid metal sizzling on his skin where Kageyama touched him, not just kissing and grinding his body against Kageyama’s thigh – it was more, more, oh God – Hinata never wanted him to stop. Kageyama’s lips were red and wet in the dim light when they parted from the kiss for a moment, his shadow darkening Hinata’s vision, eyes wide, oceans of blue and pitch-black.
Kageyama didn’t know that he was the beautiful one, the miracle, that Hinata was lucky for being loved by him. Not the other way around.
“Shouyou,” Kageyama whispered, his hand pushing down Hinata’s boxers, waiting for one shy moment – God, he was perfect – and then gently, carefully pressing the heel of his palm between Hinata’s shaking thighs.
Shit, he loved him so much it hurt.
“Tobio – please, I – yes. Yes.”
Kageyama laughed against his lips, quiet, his voice bubbling warm and golden and echoing through Hinata’s veins. “’f course, anythin’ you want. You look s-so good like that, do you know that? No, dumbass, don’t hide your face!”
But Hinata still did, pressing his nose into Kageyama’s neck for a second, and the rough hand slid around his cock, thumbing at the wet slit, pressing –
“Ah! You’re unfair, that’s – “
“Then kiss me again, stupid, if you don’t want me to stare.” Nobody but Kageyama could make an insult sound like a love confession. Hinata threw his head back and groaned, and then he grinned back at his boyfriend. “Alright.”
He buried his hands in Kageyama’s hair, licked at his trembling mouth, and when Kageyama’s words died in a hitching breath and a muffled swear, Hinata giggled and let his tongue speak. The air in his lungs tasted like musk and salt, like Kageyama – no, like Tobio, the heavy body sliding against his own as if they’d been born as one and cracked apart, only to fit each other’s arms so perfectly all over again.
Kageyama’s lips were suddenly gone, and Hinata’s hands slipped out of his hair. A warm mouth traced over his stomach, kissing along his hipsbones, and every touch was better than anything they’d ever done. Hinata had wanted to go further for some time, but things had always been slow between them, and there was no need to hurry. They had all of their life together, if Hinata could decide that on his own –
Oh.
“To- Tobio – “
Kageyama’s mouth slid over the head of his hard cock, tongue flat and so goddamn hot against the underside, and Kageyama settled between Hinata’s legs with a dark huff.
“Holy sh-shit.”
Hinata couldn’t breathe, his toes curled, hips jerking off the bed with a loud whine coming from his mouth – but Kageyama was so patient, sucked him deeper, rough hands pressing Hinata back down before that perfect mouth went tight and impossibly wet, and Kageyama hummed softly around his cock, a noise that echoed all the way into Hinata’s bones. His throat made a strange sound, a whimper so vulnerable and needy that Hinata didn’t even recognise himself anymore, but it didn’t matter – nothing was important anymore.
Then Kageyama let go of him, and rested his warm mouth in the soft curls of hair over Hinata’s cock, hands still holding him down on the bed. Hinata felt his eyes roll back when Kageyama breathed gently against his cock, cold air burning on his skin, and he was so fucking sensitive, he was going to come any moment. Hinata groaned desperately, and his legs slid around Kageyama’s neck, thighs falling open and ready just for him, for him. Everything else lost its meaning, and Hinata’s senses screamed, he needed to be touched, had to feel Kageyama against his chest until he was bursting, exploding into words that could tell him how – how much he loved him.
“Shit,” Kageyama said, and his mouth shivered just above Hinata’s hipbone, teeth digging into his skin to leave a dark bitemark. That was it, that was all Hinata needed, and just – just before he could come, Kageyama backed away once more, that idiot, and grinned at Hinata like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?” What a tease, Hinata cursed quietly, and when Kageyama licked at the head of his cock and grabbed the base, flicking his wrist, Hinata’s thighs trembled violently, and he whimpered.
“Oh my God, please, please – sh-shit, do – do something.”
His head roared, the world a blur of smudged colours and Kageyama’s heavy breath, sweet lips dragging so slowly over Hinata’s length, mouth sliding off for just a moment. Hinata dared to lift his head, fingers buried in the sheets. And – fuck.
Kageyama stared right at him, and just when Hinata caught his eyes, he fucking grinned – dark hair falling over forehead, lips shining with spit and Hinata’s precome -, and dragged his tongue all the way over his aching, hard cock, sucking Hinata back into the soft heat of his mouth with a loud moan.
It was like unravelling, dissolving into roaring heat pulsing through his veins, his body going rigid, bucking under the rough touch of Kageyama’s hands, his slick mouth, that tongue sliding over Hinata’s cock and licking up his thick come, swallowing with a shift of pale skin over Kageyama’s throat. His blood coiled and shifted, everything new and wild, and Hinata heard his own loud sob echo through the room when he came hard – arching off the bed, thighs falling aside, hips pushing forward against that heavenly mouth that cared for him so well.
Kageyama caught him, as if he knew exactly what Hinata needed, and maybe he did. He pulled the blanket over them when Hinata sank back into the sheets, boneless and soft, his muscles aching from the strain of following Kageyama’s movements. His mouth was dry and somehow heavy, everything around him looked softer, warmer, bright around the edges.
“Are – are you okay? Shouyou?”
“Mhm. Nghhh.” He groaned, turned his head towards the source of heat sliding next to his body, and buried himself into Kageyama’s chest. Hinata took a deep breath and kissed him then, right onto that spot where he could heard Kageyama’s heart thunder inside his ribcage. Kageyama swallowed above him. His hand fit between Hinata’s shoulder blades like it had been made to lie there, on the curve of his spine, protective and gentle.
“Was that a yes? Did I – did I do this right? Shit, if I hurt you – “
“MrghhhohmyGod, shut up.”
Kageyama grinned against his hair, kissed his forehead once more. Hinata closed his eyes and refused to say anything else that wasn’t strange noises, and tangled his legs up with Kageyama’s. He was sleepy now, his bones heavy and his chest filled with warm gold, and a memory of how Kageyama had looked at him like he was beautiful.
“I’ll take that as ‘yes, everything was alright’,” Kageyama whispered against his forehead.
And Hinata nodded, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s chest, holding onto him as tightly as he could before falling asleep.
Moami 
