Tag: nsfw

When the shirt slides off Suga’s pale shoulder and he throws his head back, grinning with a darkness in his eyes that has Daichi swallow hard, the button of his pants wrestled open by long fingers, hips swaying in a way that’s hell and heaven and goddamn bliss, that is when Sugawara attributes a completely new interpretation to the song pour some sugar on me for his boyfriend. 

Suga’s smile around the words “pour some sugar on me, ooh, in the name of love, pour some sugar on me, c’mon, fire me up” is cherry-red, his tongue a lick of flames. The music is loud, his striptease practiced – perfect. And it’s Daichi’s.

And Daichi swallows when that devilish little mouth nips at his ear, bites down on the skin of his neck, a low whimper stuck in his throat. He is indeed a goddamn lucky bastard, and Suga makes sure that he’ll always remember that.

Tetsurou isn’t quite sure how he ended up in such a position, but then again it’s hard to think when he has a young god like Tooru in his lap and that soft, warm tongue licking into his mouth. Any coherent thought becomes impossible when rough hands drag down his spine, caressing his skin from tailbone to neck, a hot kiss pressed against his shoulder with a harsh drag of teeth. Hajime’s chuckle echoes deep into his bones, and when blunt nails send sparks flying through his nerves, Tooru shifts just a bit to moan softly into Tetsurou’s mouth, just as he’s pulling back from the kiss and whines. Hajime’s body is strong against his back. 

God, they are all he’s ever wanted. 

“We got you,” Hajime whispers against the shell of his ear, lips wet and burning on Tetsurou’s skin. His fingers keep dancing, worshipping every inch of him, just as Tooru wraps slender legs around Tetsurou’s waist and sucks a dark bruise below his jaw. “Relax,” his voice is playful, even softer than Hajime’s. “We’re not going anywhere, darlin’. We’ll be here all night.” 

No, Tetsurou doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve boyfriends like those two. But Hajime and Tooru have chosen him, all his bad things and dark walls and the fear that he’s been swallowing down before confessing that fuck, yes, he loves them more than he could ever put into words. He’s theirs now, and somehow, like a miracle he can’t explain, they are his as well. 

And then Tooru grins and lets himself fall back, pulling Tetsurou down on top of himself, his mouth catching the surprised gasp on Tetsurou’s lips with a searing hot kiss. ‘Gorgeous,’ Tetsurou thinks, and then a large hand slides down his back, the rough pad of Hajime’s thumb dragging along his shaking thighs, deliciously slow and teasing and perfect. “F-fuck, please – “ He’s never begged for anyone, but he does so for them, and his heart feels like it’ll melt when Tooru reaches for Hajime’s neck to pull him into a warm kiss, and then Hajime steals another one from Tetsurou’s mouth. 

“We’ll be good to you, darlin’, I promise you that.” Tooru’s voice is raw and thick against his ear, and just as Hajime breaks the kiss and Tetsurou tries to gasp for air, Hajime’s fingers slide deeper and press into him, careful, slick and gentle. “God – ah, can’t – ohh.” And he sinks down on Tooru, who runs shivering fingers through his hair and pets him, “yes, jus’ like that, we’ll take care of you,” as Hajime kisses his back and slides his fingers deeper into Tetsurou, sending liquid fire over his skin and right into his chest. 

Tetsurou doesn’t know how he deserves this. But when he wakes, later that night, Tooru’s curled against his waist and has Hajime’s arm slung around himself like a makeshift blanket – that’s when Tetsurou smiles, and thinks: Maybe he’s worth more than he’s always been told. At least, he can make them happy. He can love them, more than anything, and that could be enough. 

‘As a Friend.’ || kagehina. nsfw.

because hinata is the type to say “sucks your dick but as a friend”. note: Kageyama goes by he/him pronouns and isn’t sure yet whether he’s genderfluid or agender. He’s told Hinata about everything. 
words: 2,366.
oh and – radio-silents draws a beautiful genderfluid Kageyama. ♥

“Hey, we’re friends, right?” Hinata suddenly says on their way home from training, and it doesn’t sound like a question. 

Kageyama frowns and looks at his profile, sucking the rest of his milk out of the box before throwing it into a trash can. He stuffs both hands into the pockets of his volleyball jacket, and slows down his steps to match Hinata’s tinier ones. “What kind of stupid question ‘s that? Of course we are. Idiot.” 

Hinata’s head whips around to him. His usual sunshine smile blooms bright and warm on his cheeks. Kageyama bites his lip. “What,” he asks. “Spit it out already.” He’s freezing; he should’ve known it’s too cold for a skirt today. He wants to go home and put on sweatpants. Maybe cuddle a bit.

“Well, uhm. You remember when I started kissing you? As a friend?” Hinata slows down, and his voice drops into that low, soft rumble that has been driving Kageyama insane ever since puberty hit both of them like one of Asahi’s spikes. 

He stops walking. “I – yeah. How could I forget that? If you’re gonna ask me for the seven hundred and fifty-sixth time whether I’m okay with that, cut it out. I already told you before you kissed me – “ 

There’s a soft touch on his hand, and long fingers lace up with his own. Hinata’s still smiling when he tiptoes in front of Kageyama, and he’s very very close – oh God. Kageyama stares, he’s lost in the freckles on Hinata’s cheeks, the ones he developed in their first year of university, so pretty, he’s so cute – 

“How about I suck your dick as a friend?” Hinata says. 

Kageyama doesn’t know how he gets to the dorms. Hinata has probably dragged him along after stealing all the breath out of his lungs with those soft, sinful lips. Hinata kisses with all his heart, clumsy and raw and so honest with his affection that Kageyama’s chest hurts in a new, wonderful way whenever they have to pull away again. 

The question still ghosts through Kageyama’s head when Hinata pulls him into his dorm room, quickly slamming the door shut so the cold stays outside. “A’ight, here we are! Gahh, I think I need a shower first. Make yourself comfy – why do I even tell you that anymore?” He laughs, and tiptoes again to press a chaste kiss onto Kageyama’s burning lips. “You live here half of the time, anyways.” 

Kageyama watches Hinata leave for the shower, and as soon as he’s gone, Kageyama immediately slips out of his shoes and crawls underneath the blankets of Hinata’s large bed. His feet are cold, his nose shines red from the icy wind outside and Hinata is going to suck his dick. 

Because somehow, Kageyama said yes. 

Hinata is brave, he thinks while making himself comfortable, pulling the covers up to his nose. Brave, cute, overwhelming, and so secure in everything he does. Kageyama hasn’t even figured out his own gender, but Hinata kisses him with the same indestructible certainty that gleams in his warm eyes when he hits Kageyama’s tosses. 

“I’m back. You any warmer yet?” Hinata steps out of the bathroom five minutes later. A quick shower, Kageyama thinks. Then, he can’t think anything else, because a Hinata who only wears boxers sneaks under the covers next to him, and a soft mouth melts against his own. “Oh,” Kageyama hears himself say. Hinata’s eyes are closed, bright lashes fluttering over his cheeks; sun-spun gold, he’s glowing, he’s all that someone could dream of. Kageyama doesn’t complain when Hinata slides closer, when small hands push into his hair and cling to his neck, when a rough thumb slides over his jaw and the electrifying lick of a warm tongue elicits an embarrassing moan from Kageyama. 

There’s a leg pushing between his own, and Kageyama jolts. That’s new, they haven’t done that yet, they’ve only kissed – but it’s fine, if only he could get his legs to finally spread, his muscles to move – he’s so nervous, fuck. 

“Kageyama, wait. Hey, look at me.” Hinata presses their foreheads together, and his leg between Kageyama’s stills. Their bodies fit together like they are made to fill each other’s broken edges, Kageyama finds and tries to kiss Hinata again, catching his lips with a dark groan – he knows he’ll get hard soon, shit, it always happens when Hinata kisses him like he’s flames and smoke and it’s so, so goddamn good – 

“Kags! Listen!” And Hinata grabs his face, rolling Kageyama onto his back with surprising ease so he kneels over him. Kageyama blinks. Why’d he stop? Oh God, maybe he’s bad at this. Maybe Hinata’s decided that he doesn’t want to be with someone who’s neither boy nor girl, or he suddenly hates that skirt he once called cute before or Kageyama smells weird -“ Sorry – fuck, what’d I do wrong- “

“Do you really want this?” Hinata says, frowning, a wrinkle appearing between his brows. Kageyama frowns back and tries to pull him into another kiss. “Of course, didn’t I already tell you? Idiot, why – “ 

“Because I care about you! And I want you to consent because I – because I don’t wanna hurt you!” Hinata buries his face in Kageyama’s neck, his voice muffled, hot breath sending wild shudders down Kageyama’s spine. “It’s like volleyball, idiot. We gotta do this together. We both have to want this. Just… “ 

“You’re such a dumbass,” Kageyama whispers. “The biggest idiot. Yes, okay? Yes. A thousand times yes. I won’t say it out loud, I’m not as fuckin’ blunt as you. But I want this, ‘kay? I trust you.” 

There’s a moment of silence. Kageyama lets go of
Hinata’s wrists, prepares himself for anything. “Are you – are you okay? Hey.
Dumbass.” He wiggles underneath Hinata, props himself up on his elbows to
glance at him from below. “Hinata?” And then, laughter bubbles up in Hinata’s
throat, and two fingers catch Kageyama’s chin to pull him into a wild,
passionate kiss. His eyes go wide, a twitch of pure heat roaring through his
stomach. Hinata moans softly into his mouth, lets Kageyama taste his tongue as
it runs over his lips, pushing inside to lick and bite so perfectly at his
mouth. 

“I,” Hinata murmurs against Kageyama’s tongue, words so rough that Kageyama’s
skin begins to crawl with untamed excitement, “I really, really wanna suck your
dick right now.”

Fuck. Kageyama is so goddamn weak. He throws his head back and whimpers when Hinata’s mouth runs
over his thundering pulse, tongue flicking over that sensitive spot right below his throat
– and Hinata whispers something like “you look so good like that, Kageyama.” Jesus,
he won’t last, he’s hard already and Hinata hasn’t even touched his cock yet –
but the way he slithers down on Kageyama, mouth tracing every inch of his skin,
has Kageyama spread his legs apart and groan, fingers curling into the sheets to grab
fistfuls of it. Warm, careful hands slide up his thighs, a thumb tracing over
the inner seam of his tights, toying with the rim of his skirt. 

“Can I – ?” Hinata
asks, his breath sowing fire on Kageyama’s skin, and he scrapes his teeth over
Kageyama’s throat, to the soft ivory of his collarbone. Kageyama feels all air die in his lungs when teeth dig into his skin. Hinata bites him, marks his whole shoulder with little nips, his tongue sliding hot and wet along Kageyama’s skin, licking up sweat and his scent and oh God, he needs Hinata so badly. 

“Shit – yes, yesyesyes
– !”

Hinata grins and appears back in his field of vision, breathing a tender kiss onto Kageyama’s trembling lips. “Alright, got it. Tell me if anything’s wrong. Promise?” – “Yeah. Promise, dumbass.” 

Then Kageyama falls back into the pillows, elbows collapsing under his weight when a loud moan rips out of his throat, because Hinata slides a hot hand over his cock and cups him over his skirt. He’s going to soak it, Kageyama thinks, he’s never been that hard, his thighs shaking and slowly rising to wrap around Hinata’s shoulders as he glides deeper. Kiss after kiss sparks on Kageyama’s chest, because somehow Hinata’s just pushed up his shirt and licks softly around his nipple. He bites, again, a mark blooming right where Kageyama’s so sensitive, a strong thumb pressing onto the head of his cock through the fabric of his skirt, and he just can’t take it. Kageyama slaps a hand over his own mouth and whimpers. 

“G-get – on with it, shit – Hina, I can’t – “ 

“I know,” Hinata says and breathes softly over his nipple, running his fingernail along it. Kageyama thinks he’s going to die here and now, right this second, combusting from the pure solar flare that Hinata lights inside his chest. “Come on – !” 

And somehow, that does it. Hinata stares up at him, one hand on Kageyama’s chest, the other between his legs, and there’s a raw, wild darkness spreading inside the depths of his eyes. He licks his lips, grins. Kageyama thinks of a predator, a hunter, and spreads his legs a little further. Hinata growls, low, deep in his chest. “God, you look so good, d’you know that? Whatever you wear, you’re so cute, and I want to kiss you all the time.” 

Before Kageyama can reply to that, Hinata hooks his fingers into the fabric of his tights, and pulls. They slip off Kageyama’s legs, revealing tight black boxers, and Hinata immediately digs his teeth into their rim and works them down over his hard cock. Shit, this – this is really happening, and he’s still in his skirt, Hinata’s going to see him naked, what if he looks stupid – 

“Oh f-fuck, Hinata – Shoyou, oh p-please…!” 

Kageyama arches, moans heavily, his thighs closing around Hinata’s cheeks, and he tears violently at the bed sheets when a soft, warm mouth presses an innocent kiss to his hard cock. The world blurs before his eyes, his blood boils, searing from the heat that Hinata’s body radiates against his own, and as two hands come down to press him into the bed, thumbs stroking the pale dip of his hipbones, Kageyama hears a loud sob echo in the dorm. Oh, that’s his own voice, begging and whimpering for more, his cock twitching hard against Hinata’s gorgeous mouth. 

“Sh-shit, Shou – I n-need you, I need you to…” 

“I know,” Hinata’s lips whisper against his skin. Kageyama hears him swallow, feels a gently drag of teeth over his length, and it’s perfect – Hinata knows him so well, knows how to drive him insane, to get every little whimper out of his pathetic, helplessly aroused body. He knows from their kisses, from former touches, from having been with Kageyama until now, through school and his nights of crying over who he was, until Hinata bought him a skirt one day and told him that he was the best fucking setter and kinda pretty, no matter the gender.

“Lemme take care of you, Tobio. I wanna do this for you, you’re – fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

He’s lost. He falls. Hinata is everywhere, and Kageyama closes his eyes so he can feel all of it – the adoration that Hinata’s fingertips drip over his love-hungry skin, the erratic, nervous breath against his hard cock, and finally – gentle lips wrapping around him, sucking hard, a slick tongue licking up the precome dripping down the head of his dick. 

“O-oh f- fuck, God, yes yes please, please – !” 

Kageyama sobs, a sharp cry rising in his chest, heels digging into the bed as his hips roll forward, and his cock slides into Hinata’s mouth. It’s so perfect, warm and wet and silky, and the little noise that Hinata makes when he drags his tongue slowly over the underside of Kageyama’s cock drives him higher, higher, his ass clenching as all muscles drive him towards Hinata, those lips that suck him for all he has – 

Hinata hums around him, pressing his hands harder onto Kageyama’s hips, and takes a deep breath through his nose. His lips tighten, and he gently moves his mouth down lower, sliding back up with an wet, obscene sound as his tongue licks a stripe of precome from Kageyama’s cock – he grins up at Kageyama, mouth shining in the dim light of his room, and that’s Kageyama’s precome on his lips, oh dear God. 

“Shouyou – Shouyou,” Kageyama says his name like a prayer, like Hinata is the revelation he’s been searching for, and those lips make him a believer that he can be loved, finally, despite everything. 

Hinata grabs his hand and guides it into his hair, and Kageyama digs his fingers into the soft strands, the warm sunshine blooming between his fingertips as Hinata takes him in, swallowing thickly around his length, the silky heat of his mouth going tight and shit – Kageyama sobs hard, thrusts between Hinata’s lips, and comes with a stuttered symphony of Hinata’s name in his throat. His body sinks back into the sheets, and he can’t see or hear anything, only feel how Hinata sucks him through his orgasm, hands safe and secure on his hips, holding him just like he needs it. 

Kageyama closes his eyes, and listens to his thundering heart, and the roar of utter, complete bliss in his veins. 

—

“So, uhm. You sucked my dick.”

“…obviously? I thought you’d participated in it, or did I just suck some ghost’s dick and you’re just an illusion – “ 

“Oh my God, shut up. Maybe you should do it again, at least you were fuckin’ quiet then.” 

“Hey! You’re an idiot. Also, you loved me talking to you. I’m not blind, y’know.” 

“Hinata.” 

“Hm?” 

“I – are we… are you… forget it.” 

“Your boyfriend? Yup. Totally.” 

“Oh! I mean. Yeah. ‘f course. And I’m your – shit, I don’t know – “ 

“My setter, duh. I only spike your tosses. And I only suck your dick.” 

“Holy shit, shut the fuck up, Hinata.”

Oikawa Tooru is really fucking gay. 

He’d known that he’s just “gay” before already, so that’s no earth-shattering surprise. He hadn’t known that there was still some room for more – and that empty space is currently occupied by Hajime and the fresh ink blooming on his naked back. 

Tooru sends a prayer to the volleyball god. His teammates admire the black tattoo on Hajime’s back with louds oohs and aahs, while Tooru’s standing there with his shirt in his hands, staring like a lovestruck school girl being confronted with her first crush. When Hajime laughs, the muscles on his strong back shift, coiling underneath the skin, sweat dripping down from the soft, wet hair in his broad neck. Tooru swallows again. It doesn’t help. The tattoo is an ancient tree, beautifully curled branches that stretch over Hajime’s shoulder, the dark trunk nestled against his right side. The roots reach down to the rim of his training shorts, and Tooru’s eyes trace the tree’s silhouette. It’s breathtaking. It fits Hajime. 

It’s strong and reliable and invincible, standing with a calm pride that Tooru hasn’t yet managed to find inside his own chest. 

After everyone’s already left and Tooru finally slips into his jacket, a warm arm slings over his neck. Soft breath drags over his ear, and Hajime whispers, his grin hot on Tooru’s jolting skin: “Wanna come over to my house and find out where the roots end?” 

Tooru is so unbelievably, helplessly gay, and he loves it. 

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. 

for cherrymoyaya. Happy Birthday, dearest. ♥ Enjoy your day, and here is a little bit of Eruri for you!
nsfw. body worship. rimming. 

“You deserve gentleness, Levi.” 

His back arches in a pale crescent, and Levi bites down hard on his mouth to hold a loud moan inside. Erwin has pushed his legs open, rough fingers sliding over his body like he’s something precious, a treasure to be adored and worshipped. “I – God, why would you – “ A kiss onto his shoulder, the sharp tendon on the curve of his neck, a tongue dragging lazily over his sweat-stained skin. 

“Let me, please,” Erwin mumbles quietly into his neck, and his hips press against Levi’s body, stilling his nervous flailing in the sheets. Shit, it shouldn’t be like this – Erwin is supposed to fuck him hard and rough and violent, with a hand pulling his hair so perfectly, knocking the thin air out of Levi’s screaming lungs with every breath. 

But tonight, Erwin smiles like Levi told him about the sadness of war or a lost love, and there’s a trace of darkness clouding his eyes. He leans down to kiss Levi, breathless as always, but Levi tastes a softness in the warm licks of Erwin’s tongue that’s foreign, like musk and a summer’s night exhale. He pulls away and slides his legs onto Erwin’s shoulders, putting the best grin onto his face, eyes falling half-lidded. “Come on, come on – you just have to – “ 

“Not tonight, sweetest. Tonight, I’ll be adoring all of you, and I’m going to take my time until you know that you deserve all the gentleness in the world.” 

And when Erwin kisses the hollow of Levi’s throat, placing his mouth right above the pulsing life in Levi’s veins, it’s over. His body gives in, falls, the softness of Erwin’s touches and the fucking reverence echoing in his every cell, oh God, what is this man and why, why would he love a bird with broken wings like Levi?

Erwin’s gorgeous cock rests hard against Levi’s thigh, but when he reaches down to touch, to run his fingers over the silky skin and tease in a way he’s best at, Erwin slides away. His goddamn large hands feel like they burn on Levi’s skin as they trace along his sides, adoring the sharp joints of his ribs with soft, reverent touches. Erwin hums against his stomach when he kisses it, and Levi’s breath explodes in his lungs. He lets go, mouth falling open in a dark, growling moan, legs twitching higher up Erwin’s neck. “F-fuck, I – God, I can’t – “ 

Erwin is silent, the smile on his mouth dangerously warm. His mouth barely grazes Levi’s hard cock, lips only touching the wet, flaring red head with a flick of his tongue. Levi bucks up, cries, hands tangling in the mess of Erwin’s hair, and his thighs close around his lover’s head when Erwin breathes a shuddering burst of air against the slick heat of Levi’s hole where he’s fucked him open torturously slow on his fingers before. 

Erwin is slow when he eases Levi into falling, like a gentle pressure in the back of his head, making him submit with a simple glance from dark blue eyes. His body trembles, arches off the bed in a violent shiver, his ears tingling when his own scream echoes within the room’s small space. Erwin licks deep and warm into him, sucks and bites, oh he fucking bites the tiniest bit into the heat of Levi’s insides, teeth grazing and dragging, careful but hot, searing, “Oh God – ”, Erwin’s breath piercing through all his senses, taking him whole, overwhelming, and he falls, collapses. – 

When his body rocks forward in one fluid thrust, fire ripping through his veins, Erwin comes up again with sweat and lube smeared all over his grinning mouth. Levi watches him lick up his come, warm tongue dragging over his softening cock. He doesn’t know how to breathe anymore, what air tastes like, but all that Levi needs is Erwin, that man who now starts to kiss his neck all over again, who covers him in love and strong hands and never flinches, not even through Levi’s darkest and scariest and most horrifying moments. 

“Don’t tease me like that ever again,” Levi says, cheeks a crimson blush, when Erwin buries his nose into the crown of his hair. But Erwin doesn’t promise, he just smiles, and maybe that’s just what Levi always wished for, in the end. 

His first kiss tastes like storm and rain, like the hay of the barn that he and Jean hide inside, at night, away from everyone else’s curious glances. It tastes like liquid, golden fire flooding his veins and sparking inside his head, a phoenix on Jean’s lips. And Jean is gentle and rough all together, licks open his mouth and the soft, trembling insides of his thighs, and Marco gives in with the desperate moan of a man who’s losing himself to a dark, grinning mouth around his hard cock. Jean sucks him, head going up and down with Marco’s hand curling into his soft hair, pulling, tugging roughly, his own voice a raw scream when he comes into that wet, hot mouth that licks him dry. 
And his next kiss tastes salty, trickles warmly down his spine in tender shudders, Jean’s hands cupping his face and whispering “Marco, Marco. Let me – god, please, ‘m yours.” All Marco can say back, voice broken and smiling, is: “Yes.” 

The night was the coldest they’d had in centuries, but Eren’s hands were spelling love on his naked skin, and it was impossible to be cold by his side. Jean had long given up to hold back his moans, his sighs that were coloured with heavy, golden desperation dripping down his lips. Eren kissed it all away, a whispered “baby, shh, I’m all yours” flooding Jean’s blood. His toes curled, legs sliding around Eren’s waist. 

“Are you scared?” Eren was looking at him as if he was a star, something to be admired. Jean’s heart felt heavy under the admiration he wasn’t used to, the one that Eren was pouring over him – as if it wasn’t worth all diamonds and happiness in the world, to be looked at by those eyes just once. 

“No. Never.” His legs tightened around Eren’s waist, Jean’s heavy breath hitching when a thick cock pressed against his hole. Eren closed his eyes and cursed quietly, then leaned over him to rest their foreheads together. His fingers found Jean’s lips and slid along them, salt and warmth and liquid love staying behind as a taste. 

“I’m all yours, baby.” Eren held him in his arms as if Jean was his own soul, and then everything became small, unimportant – blurry. Eren slid into him easily, his cock splitting Jean open so beautifully that a sob shattered in his throat and rose out of his lips. “F-fuck, Eren. Eren, Eren, I – please, oh pleaseplease – “ 

“I got you. ‘m here, shhh.” Kisses on his face, the feeling of being whole, filled up by Eren’s thick cock inside him – Jean fell into those warm arms and smiled, shudders taking over his body, lips curling around another sob. Eren’s lips found his own. “Won’t let anyone hurt you again, baby.” 

“I know. I – f-fuck, I’m – I’m not scared anymore.” 

Eren’s eyes went wide, his body almost dropping onto Jean. “You – “ But Jean pulled him down, both arms around his strong shoulders, burying his nose into the sharp ivory of his collarbone under warm flesh. “Please.” 

And Eren, with a soft smile, something wet shimmering in his eyes, obeyed. He carried Jean away that night, and Jean knew he wouldn’t forget the warmth that spread through his bones and finally, after all this shit and pain, reached his heart and the wreck that was left of his soul. 

Levi doesn’t have a strong opinion about animals. They are just there, existing; birds in the sky that he doesn’t look at because they have a freedom that’s not bound to gravity and heavy leather on his chest. Cats, strolling through the survey corps’ building, catching mice and keeping them away from the grains. If they’re too persistent in rubbing their heads against his knees (something must attract those things, damnit), he sometimes gently pushes them away. They’re soft and don’t bother him too much.
Dogs. He hates dogs. The underground was full of them, and they were big and dark and stole his food with sharp teeth and growls when he was tiny and afraid.

Erwin is something in between, neither wolf nor feline.

He’s a predator Levi can’t fight, one that knows the secret to his heart and the lock that opens up his pale throat to sharp, gentle teeth. “You’re beautiful,” is what Erwin growls when he’s moving inside Levi, thick and heavy and perfect, and Levi furrows his brows before he sobs, cries broken words as he comes.

No, I’m not beautiful, is what Levi thinks. But you make dirt look like diamonds, Erwin Smith.

Erwin loves Levi’s hands. They’re pale and sharp like a predator from deep within snowy forests, taking life without dirtying themselves in rich dark blood. They were splattered with dust and slick mud when Erwin picked them up from the underground, taking them into his own.

They’re still pale, shaking heavily when wrapped around his thick cock, throbbing when a shy thumb shivers across his head, Levi’s skin drinking up his kisses and the come dripping down his fingers.

But they’re most beautiful when resting on Erwin’s chest at night, when Levi’s curled into the cave of his waist, small animal asleep with teeth and claws in reverent quietness. That’s when Levi’s hands are most beautiful – just above Erwin’s heart, holding his life caged in thin bones and young flesh.