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“Come on, Bakageyama, hurry up!”
As Kageyama Tobio made his way up the road towards Hinata, he wondered vaguely when that sentence had begun to punctuate his daily life. Probably since that infamous reunion on their first day in the Karasuno gym, really. Hinata was just ahead of him, jogging eagerly on the spot with his school bag thumping against his side, the summer sun lighting up his hair in a warm glow as it settled between the mountains behind him.
And despite knowing it would be funnier to annoy his boyfriend by going slower, instead Kageyama couldn’t fight the way his footsteps sped up on instinct, drawn forwards to wherever Hinata was.
“You’re being so slow! Aren’t you looking forward to seeing Noya-san and Tanaka-san?” Hinata asked excitedly, as Kageyama eventually fell into step with him again.
“Sure,” he replied.
Hinata frowned. “You don’t sound like it, and we haven’t seen them for ages!”
“I am, you just get way too excited about everything,” Kageyama grumbled. “You should have more decorum since we’re third years now.”
“I have loads of decrum,” Hinata pouted. “Way more than you.”
“Decorum.”
“That’s what I said!”
Kageyama sighed, deciding to change the subject to something he’d been curious about since they’d all arranged to meet up. “I wonder how they’re finding volleyball at a college level.”
Hinata squealed, swinging his arms as they walked along. “I can’t wait to ask them! Plus they’ll probably have loads of cool stories about college parties and stuff.”
Kageyama made a vague noise of agreement, finding himself distracted by the swinging motion of Hinata’s hand beside him. He chewed his lip, wondering how he might be able to reach out casually and hold it. But Hinata was annoyingly perceptive as always, and grinned at him knowingly.
“There’s no need to be shy, Kageyama, we have been going out for like six months,” he said, entwining their hands.
“I’m not shy, you’re shy,” Kageyama blurted out, unable to prevent the childish retort as he felt a deep blush flood his cheeks.
Hinata stopped in his tracks, unable to believe the audacity of this comeback. “I’m not shy!” Then he took a sudden step closer to Kageyama, who froze, holding his breath. “If I was shy, would I do this?”
And the next thing Kageyama knew, Hinata was pulling him down by his shirt collar, dragging him into a deep kiss. As always, the moment they came together it was like time stood still, Kageyama’s whole world shrinking to the feel of Hinata's lips against his and the gentle summer breeze rippling past.
Eventually they parted, and Hinata smiled up at him in a way that suggested he’d just scored the winning point at nationals. “I guess neither of us is that shy, huh.”
“Dumbass,” Kageyama mumbled while holding back an answering smile, taking Hinata’s hand more firmly in his as they continued walking.
Their destination was Noya’s house, which neither of them had actually ever been to before and the scribbled map he’d drawn for them was proving less than helpful. But eventually after a few wrong turns, a lot of bickering and one final impromptu kissing session in the middle of the street, they finally arrived.
“I think it’s this one,” Hinata said, pointing to a house with a blue door that had two bikes abandoned haphazardly in front of it on the grass.
“Hey, guys!”
They both looked up, following the familiar voice, and saw Noya waving at them from one of the house’s upstairs windows. Hinata laughed and waved back energetically with both arms as Tanaka’s head popped up below Noya’s, grinning down at them.
Before Kageyama could do anything to stop him, Hinata had sped off towards the house as Noya and Tanaka disappeared from the window. Hitching up his bag with a defeated sigh, Kageyama followed the human hurricane that was his boyfriend.
He really was looking forward to seeing their former senpai, but there was no denying that this was much more so that they could see Hinata rather than Kageyama. He didn’t mind this. Part of being with Hinata meant having to put up with the endless parade of meet-ups and group chats and phone calls from Hinata’s friends, all hoping to stand in the warm sunshine that seemed to radiate from him.
And to be perfectly honest, given this long queue of people was largely made up of incredibly tall, strong, attractive, outgoing guys, Kageyama had no idea why he was the one Hinata wanted to be with. But he was happy about it. Being with Hinata made him happy. Not that he’d ever admit that outloud, of course. But sometimes with the way Hinata would catch Kageyama looking at him and smile softly back, he probably already knew.
Kageyama walked up the steps leading to the garden as the front door slid open dramatically to reveal Noya stood there with his arms open, body just as short, hair just as spiky, and with a strangled shout of ‘senpai!” Hinata was crashing into him.
“Be careful!” Kageyama called, as he made his way up the path towards the door.
But Noya was laughing and hugging Hinata tightly back, only adjusting his stance slightly to accommodate Tanaka, who squeezed himself into their embrace.
“How long it’s been, Shouyo!” Noya remarked theatrically.
“Far too long, our dearest kouhai,” Tanaka continued, in the same tone.
“You guys!” Hinata cried, rubbing his face between them.
Kageyama watched this scene unfold with a bored expression. It was like something out of some dumb, cheesy drama.
“Anyway, come in, come in!” Noya grinned.
Hinata disappeared inside the doorway, though his voice was still audible as he loudly exclaimed how cool everything was.
Kageyama stood on the doorstep, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s nice to see you, Noya-san.”
Noya barked a laugh and smacked him heartily on the back. “Why so formal, man? Come on in, make yourself at home!”
And he pushed Kageyama inside before hurrying off towards the kitchen. Kageyama stood in the genkan, toeing off his shoes before following the sound of Tanaka and Hinata’s voices coming from the living room. They were sitting on opposite sides of a low, wooden table in the middle of the cosy room, and Kageyama sat down next to Hinata.
A moment later Noya came in carrying a tray loaded with soda cans and snacks, and set it down on the table. “Check me out being the best host ever,” he said, plonking down beside Tanaka.
“The best!” Hinata agreed, diving into the refreshments immediately. “You both look so mature and cool! And Tanaka-san, is that stubble?”
Tanaka grinned, stroking his chin. “Well, I am a college man now. Gotta keep up appearances, y’know?”
Noya laughed. “That’s nothing, you guys should see Daichi, he’s full on grizzly now.”
“Really?” Kageyama asked, opening a can of soda and trying to picture their former captain with substantial facial hair.
“Uh-huh, Suga says it makes him look rugged but I think he just looks like an old man,” Noya continued with a shrug.
Hinata made a thoughtful noise as he munched on some crisps, apparently also trying to imagine it.
“But never mind them, what about you two lovebirds?” Tanaka asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Who’d have thought it!”
Kageyama felt his face grow warm for the second time that day (third, if you count when Hinata had come up behind him at lunch and smacked his butt). It wasn’t that he minded people knowing about them (Hinata told pretty much everyone they met anyway), but it was embarrassing to talk about.
“I know!” Hinata said in an awed voice, as if this had been news to him too.
“Oi, there’s no need to sound so surprised, dumbass,” Kageyama frowned.
“I’m not!” Hinata replied earnestly. “But you have to admit, it was a pretty awesome twist.”
“What was?”
“You liking me back!” Hinata said, his eyes wide.
Kageyama’s heart skipped a beat at these words, his gaze caught on Hinata’s warm, open expression. Not falling for him had never been an option.
“Well, it shouldn’t have been a twist, I’d liked you for ages,” Kageyama grumbled.
Hinata stuck his chin out. “Nu-uh, I liked you for way longer!”
“You’re being stupid, I liked you since first year.”
“Well I liked you since first year too, but way at the beginning!”
“No, I–”
But their bickering was suddenly brought to an abrupt halt by Noya and Tanaka as they burst out laughing, their shoulders shaking as they clutched each other.
“Oh my god,” Noya chuckled, wiping a tear away. “Only you two could turn your love into an argument.”
Kageyama and Hinata looked at each other, exchanging a shy smile.
“Man, hearing you guys bicker sure takes me back,” Tanaka sighed.
“Yeah, and ugh, those uniforms! They still look so awesome,” Noya added wistfully. “Sure got hot wearing all that black during summer though. But seeing the cute girls in their skirts was worth it.”
“Totally!” Tanaka agreed earnestly.
“And then if they ever twirled round and the skirt would spin and get all short,” Noya recounted, rather misty-eyed. “Man, that was the best.”
Kageyama privately thought this was stupid. Who cared what the girls wore? He chanced a glance at Hinata to see how he was reacting to this topic of conversation, but his boyfriend was busy shoving two cookies into his mouth at once, clearly also unbothered.
“And to think you gave it all up for a shy, bearded giant,” Tanaka sighed, bemused.
“What can I say, the heart wants what it wants,” Noya replied contentedly.
“Oh yeah!” Hinata said, wiping the crumbs off his cheeks. “You guys got together on the day of Asahi-san’s graduation, right? You confessed in the main courtyard at lunch.”
“Yep, it was pretty romantic,” Noya grinned.
Kageyama wasn’t sure that was the word he’d have used to describe the scene. He remembered watching, open-mouthed, as Noya had approached Asahi from the other side of the courtyard, a steely resolve in his eyes. It looked more like the ace had been cornered rather than wooed. But he also seemed happy afterwards as he held Noya in his arms, if a little taken aback by the whole thing.
Then Tanaka made a thoughtful noise, leaning back slightly. “Still, I don’t get the whole thing with skirts. They’re perfect to look at, but wearing them? Aren’t they really annoying? What if there’s a breeze, or your legs get cold!”
“That’s true,” Noya conceded. “I bet they’re a real pain to wear.”
“Actually it’s pretty comfortable.”
There was silence in the room as those words rang out. Then the three of them turned in unison to look at Hinata who was sipping his drink innocently, as if he hadn’t just admitted to something that was making Kageyama feel suddenly lightheaded.
“Y-you know that?” Noya asked in a hushed voice.
“Sure!” Hinata replied. “Natsu used to make me wear that stuff all the time when she wanted to play dress-up, but it feels kinda nice so… now it’s just whenever I want.”
There was a loud ringing in Kageyama’s ears. This information seemed to have jammed his brain, like a computer frozen on a screensaver.
…Hinata? In a skirt?
Then, unbidden images began to flash through Kageyama’s mind. Hinata in a skirt with his legs on show, his thighs, his skin exposed temptingly below the short rim of the material. He had his hands all over Hinata’s body, running the skirt through his fingers, scrunching it up, lifting it to reveal–
Kageyama slammed the brakes on his trail of thought before it got physically embarrassing. He clenched his jaw, trying to distract himself from the alarming level of arousal he had just experienced. It seemed the others had carried on talking while he’d been lost in thought and gave his head a quick shake, zoning back into the conversation.
“But do you, like, do anything in it?” Noya asked, sounding curious.
Hinata shrugged, though his cheeks turned slightly pink. “N-not really.”
“Hmm,” Noya replied thoughtfully. “I wonder if Asahi would be into that. Kageyama, do you like it when Hinata does it?”
“Yeah, how do you like your boyfriend’s little hobby?” Tanaka teased.
Kageyama felt a squirm of anxiety at this. He’d been so distracted by Hinata’s news that he hadn’t thought about the fact that it was news. Why hadn’t he told him?
Kageyama looked over at his boyfriend who, for the first time since his confession, looked slightly nervous. Not really knowing how to reply to Tanaka, eventually Kageyama just made a general noise of vague approval.
Noya nodded. “Figured you’d be kinda private about that sort of stuff. Well, no judgement here!” Then his eyes lit up with a sudden thought. “Actually last week, Asahi and I were fooling around and he let me get things real kink–”
“Noya, no!” Tanaka cried, throwing himself at his friend and clapping his hands over his mouth. “You’re my best bro, I don’t wanna hear how the two of you get down and dirty, I get enough of it from Suga as it is.”
The rest of the early evening passed leisurely without any more confessions, despite Noya’s continued attempts to fill them all in on his and Asahi’s significantly less-than-vanilla bedroom antics. But all the while Hinata seemed somewhat subdued. He still laughed at Noya’s stories about life in college dorms and argued passionately with Tanaka over a game of Mario Kart that he swore was ‘rigged’... But Kageyama knew something was wrong. He was also experiencing his own strange sense of unease about the fact that Hinata hadn’t confided in him about the skirt stuff.
He continued to mull this over as the two of them walked home later, the sky slowly dipping into darkness. Maybe if it had been anyone else it wouldn’t be a big deal, but the fact was Hinata is an oversharer. Kageyama’s daily life was taken up almost constantly by his boyfriend telling him things he didn’t need to know, like a stupid joke he’d heard or observations about funny-looking clouds or excited texts about a cool bug he’d found in the garden. Sometimes he even gave Kageyama incredibly detailed accounts of matches (complete with energetic reenactments), despite the fact that Kageyama already knew exactly what had happened, given he’d also been there.
So it was just… odd knowing there was something Hinata hadn’t told him. Was it a secret? Were there other things Hinata wasn’t telling him?
Kageyama felt icy nerves slip into his stomach at the thought.
“Well, go on then,” Hinata mumbled.
“Huh?” Kageyama asked, pulled away from this last anxious trail of thought.
“You might as well start now.”
Kageyama frowned. “Start what?”
Hinata gave a noise of exasperation. “Making fun of me! Because of the skirt thing.”
Kageyama’s frown only deepened. “What are you talking about? Make fun of you?”
“Yeah! I know you’re going to, so you might as well do it now.”
Kageyama blinked in surprise. “I wouldn’t make fun of you.”
Hinata snorted, coming to a stop as they approached the spot where they usually parted ways to go home. “You make fun of me all the time.”
“I do not!”
“You literally made fun of me yesterday at lunch!”
Kageyama rolled his eyes. “That was different. You had actual orange juice coming out of your nose from laughing so much.”
Hinata blew his cheeks out, pouting. “See! It would be the same again and you’d just tease me. Like you usually do.”
Kageyama stared at his boyfriend, taken aback. He didn’t actually ever make fun of Hinata, did he? Sure, they bickered and fought, but it was always a two-way street; they were equal in how they challenged each other. They knew when to push each other and when to hold back; how to argue and how to make up. Kageyama thought they knew each other inside out and he hated the idea that there were some things Hinata felt he couldn’t tell him. Especially since on this occasion it was something he was very interested in hearing about.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his shoulders relax. Then he pulled Hinata into his arms, one hand at his back and one curling into his stupidly cute, ridiculous hair. At first Hinata remained still but then relaxed into the embrace, his head falling forwards to rest on his boyfriend’s chest.
“Dumbass. There’s some stuff I won’t tease you about,” Kageyama said, a little gruffly, his chin resting on Hinata’s head. “And if I cross a line or whatever, you can just tease me right back. Like you did last month when I used up all my allowance on milk cartons.”
He heard Hinata give a little muffled giggle at this, and his heart skipped in his chest.
“Just… you can tell me anything, ok?” Kageyama continued. “Don’t hold back. Or I’ll be annoyed.”
Hinata stood up straight and Kageyama let go of him, though their hands linked together. Hinata smiled, his cheeks a little pink. “Ok,” he said.
Kageyama gave a stiff nod, gazing down at his boyfriend, relieved to see him back to normal. Then they were kissing again, deep and tender, with Hinata tasting vaguely of lemonade, savouring the final moments before they said their goodbyes for another day.
After they eventually broke apart, Kageyama watched as Hinata turned and began making his way up the road ahead, occasionally turning and waving as he walked. And as Kageyama watched his boyfriend go, he felt a surge of his earlier curiosity take hold, bubbling up in his throat. He could taste the question on his lips. His mouth felt full with it, crammed against his cheeks, the words jumbled on his tongue. He wanted to ask. He needed to ask.
“What kind?” He yelled.
Hinata turned, and Kageyama could see his confused expression, even from where he was standing. “Huh?” He called back.
Kageyama huffed in exasperation, hardly believing he was shouting this in the middle of a road late at night. “What kind of skirt?”
Hinata grinned, his smile wide in understanding. Then he stuck his tongue out at Kageyama, waved once more, and ran off into the night, his bag flying behind him.
+
That night, Kageyama lay in bed, trying to ignore his insistent hard-on and go to sleep, but his brain was drowning in soft fabrics and colourful patterns. He couldn’t stop thinking about Hinata’s earlier confession. What type of skirt was it? How often did he wear it? Did he like the way it looked? Did it feel just right against his skin?
Kageyama’s arousal swelled at the thought of how much pleasure Hinata might get out of dressing up all pretty, and with a growl of frustration he kicked the covers off and yanked his boxers down. Maybe if he could just get off once to the skirt thing then his brain would shake this weird fixation and let him get some goddamn sleep.
He took his cock in hand, stroking himself only lightly at first, as he tried to decide what he’d want them to do, seeing flashes of his boyfriend smiling mischievously in an array of different poses and outfits. He lingered on the thought of being behind Hinata who was on all fours, and getting to run his hands over the short material of a loose black skirt and grope his ass, making him moan. Kageyama pictured the way he might slide off Hinata’s briefs (panties? Oh god, that was hot), revealing the perfect peach-soft skin peaking out beneath the skirt. Kageyama bit his lip, precome beading at the tip of his cock from how surprisingly sexy this was.
They had fooled around a lot already in the bedroom (and the clubroom and the equipment room and occasionally the odd empty classroom) during the six months they’d been together, but they hadn’t gone all the way yet. Kageyama thought about sex a lot these days and he knew Hinata did too, but they’d only ever talked about it while exchanging dirty late night texts in bed, and it remained a sexy fantasy to get off on until they talked about it properly. Kageyama was fine with that, after all there were plenty of other things for them to do and explore together before they got to that, and right now he was focused on something Hinata had admitted the other day that he wanted to try.
Kageyama imagined bending low behind Hinata, flipping his skirt to expose his perfect ass completely, and spreading him wide on the bed. He thought of biting the soft, plump surface of Hinata’s cheeks to make his boyfriend tremble, leaving flushed pink marks behind, and how Hinata would moan as Kageyama finally took that first teasing lick over his sensitive hole; tasting this most intimate part of him. Then he’d take his time lapping wetly at his boyfriend’s entrance and sucking gently with Hinata gasping and writhing beneath him, overwhelmed with pleasure and stimulation.
Kageyama tightened his grip on his dripping cock, increasing his pace while he imagined the way Hinata would begin to thrust helplessly back, desperate for more, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows upturned in an expression of pure, heady bliss.
Then Kageyama would push just the tip of his tongue inside Hinata, who would fucking cry at the sensation, losing his mind as Kageyama pushed himself deeper and deeper, prizing his boyfriend open. Then Hinata would utter a choked ‘Tobio,’ with his cock dribbling obscenely onto the bed from how much it was turning him on.
Kageyama was close now, panting as his thighs shook, his heart racing. Hinata would then fall forwards, drooling onto the pillow, unable to keep himself up any longer from how deliciously Kageyama was taking him apart with his mouth. Hinata’s strong, pretty legs would be spread so perfectly just for Kageyama, his skirt rucked up high above his thighs, looking utterly wrecked with his hole flushed pink and dripping and open. Hinata would turn his head and look back at Kageyama with those deep brown eyes clouded with lust. ‘P-please, I need you, Tobio.’
Kageyama’s spine arched completely off the bed as he came, harder than he ever had before, having to physically stop himself from yelling Hinata’s name as warmth spilled uncontrollably across his chest and fingers, waves of pleasure cascading through his body. He then lay there for several minutes completely out of breath, only having time to quickly wipe himself down before his eyes began to close from exhaustion. The last conscious thought he had before drifting off was a thankful one that this was the end of the whole Hinata-in-a-skirt debacle.
Reader, this was not the end.
The thing about trying to not think about something is that in order for it to work, it helps to not have to see the thing in question. And unfortunately for Kageyama Tobio, he attended a co-ed high school. And almost all the girls wore skirts.
He therefore stood at the school gates the next day, frozen in panic as he realised his terrible mistake, his traturous dick already twitching with interest as he thought of how good Hinata would look wearing one. But, not one to ever admit defeat so easily, Kageyama gritted his teeth and marched into school, ignoring everyone around him to intently focus on just getting through the day.
The morning passed relatively easily, helped along by the cruel volume of work during class, given the amount of exams they had to prepare for now that they were in their third year. But things took a distracting turn at lunch.
Kageyama and Hinata were sitting together as usual on the grass outside the main block, other students lazing about nearby or walking by with their friends, the summer sun warm against their backs. Hinata was reading a magazine and Kageyama was chewing his food absentmindedly, his eyes following the people walking past. He couldn’t help but think how short some of the girls’ skirts were. Would it be short on Hinata too? Probably, given his height. In fact most of Hinata’s legs would be on display if he wore one, perhaps more if he ever had to bend over to pick something up, the material rising–
Then a tuft of orange hair broke Kageyama’s eyeline, and Hinata’s frowning face loomed up in front of him. “Stop being gross, pervy-yama!”
Kageyama felt his face turn red at this accusation. “I am not being a pervert, dumbass, and don’t say shit like that outloud!”
“You are!” Hinata argued. “You keep staring at all the girls’ legs as they go past. You’re being weird.” Then his eyes narrowed. “Are you thinking about the skirt thing again? You said it was ok!”
“It is ok, I’m not even thinking about it at all,” Kageyama lied.
Hinata narrowed his eyes further, then sat back down to finish his lunch. Kageyama tried to quickly find something to distract himself with but it was too late — his attention was caught by a group of girls who were clearly part of the tennis club. They were walking along and laughing, wearing floaty white skirts that caught the warm breeze easily. Immediately Kageyama could picture Hinata in one of those, the white material standing out against his tanned legs. Then he was jumping, high in the air, the skirt billowing out to expose his thighs–
“Tobio!” Hinata smacked him hard around the head with the magazine. “Your eyes are cheating on me!”
“Ow, idiot!” Kageyama retorted, rubbing the back of his head. “I wasn’t doing anything, that’s not how cheating works anyway. And be careful with that magazine, it has a feature about the best diet for setters that I haven’t read yet.”
Hinata ignored this last comment, instead stabbing the air with his chopsticks in an accusatory gesture. “You have guilty eyes.”
Kageyama scowled and kept his gaze on the blameless grass for the rest of lunch, afraid of getting distracted by all the skirts and evoking Hinata’s wrath. Not to mention how his magazine might pay the price.
But when the bell rang for class and he lifted his head, he felt bad when he saw the slightly dejected look on Hinata’s face. After all, he didn’t know the reason Kageyama was looking at the skirts in the first place was because he was picturing him in one. So before they parted ways for class, Kageyama placed a hasty, and slightly clumsy, kiss to Hinata’s forehead to smooth things over.
It seemed to work because Hinata’s cheeks went pink and he smiled brightly. “Hey, do you want to come over tonight?” He asked. “My parents are working super late and Natsu’s at a sleepover.”
“Sure,” Kageyama replied, his stomach fluttering with anticipation.
“Great!” Hinata grinned. “Meet you by the gates after school?”
+
When they got back to Hinata’s house later that day they spent the first couple of hours tossing a volleyball back and forth in the garden until it started getting dark, then they foraged for leftovers in the fridge before getting comfortable in the living room playing video games, their legs entwined as they lay on their stomachs in front of the TV.
After that, they put on some random anime and moved to the couch. And as usual it wasn’t long before they were making out, Kageyama cupping Hinata’s face as they kissed passionately, Hinata’s hands stuffed into the front of his boyfriend’s shirt.
Over the last couple of years, Kageyama had spent a lot of time wondering what it would be like to kiss Hinata, and now that the two of them were together they never missed an opportunity to do it. They kissed like the future of volleyball depended on it.
Their movements were becoming more intense now, with Hinata half in Kageyama’s lap, tongues sliding messily over lips, moans and gasps breaking the silence. Kageyama was so turned on already, helped by the way Hinata was practically humping his thigh. Kageyama slid his hand beneath his boyfriend’s waistband to cup his ass and squeezed it, causing Hinata to gasp and rock forwards, pressing his hard cock into Kageyama’s leg, making him feel dizzy.
“‘Y-Yama,” Hinata whined. “Can we go to the bedroom?”
Kageyama took in Hinata’s pink cheeks and lips kissed cherry red. He nodded dumbly and they got up from the couch, clumsily making their way to Hinata’s room while kissing and grinding against each other.
Kageyama fell back onto Hinata’s bed as his boyfriend crawled on top, wrapping his arms around Kageyama’s neck and dragging him into a hot, messy kiss. Kageyama’s hands went immediately to Hinata’s trim waist, gripping there possessively.
“Missed you,” Hinata said, in between kisses.
“Me too,” Kageyama replied, angling his head to run his lips over Hinata’s throat, making him squirm. “Been thinking about you.”
“Yeah?” Hinata smiled, sounding pleased. “And was I wearing much in these thoughts, Tobio?”
“No,” Kageyama admitted.
Hinata rolled his hips forwards. “Was I wearing… a top?”
Kageyama shook his head before sucking on Hinata’s neck, letting his tongue linger in a way he knew his boyfriend loved.
“Some underwear?” Hinata continued, his voice hitching.
“None,” Kageyama murmured.
“A skirt?” Hinata then joked with a grin.
…If only Kageyama had been wearing jeans.
If only it had been thick, firm denim in place to protect him and muffle the physical consequences of Hinata’s words.
But no. It was the thin, unforgiving school pants that he was currently wearing and did nothing to hide the obvious twitch of his dick. Kageyama felt Hinata go still, and a wave of shame rolled through his stomach. Now Hinata would know what a complete and utter pervert he was, getting turned on by the thought of his boyfriend in a skirt.
“Kageyama?” Came Hinata’s tentative voice.
But he wouldn’t — couldn’t — look. What if he saw confusion in Hinata’s eyes or, even worse, disgust?
“...Tobio?”
Kageyama’s heart gave a lurch at this, as it always did whenever Hinata called him by his first name. It was embarrassing how much it affected him really, but people rarely called him that (and no, Oikawa did not count as ‘people’), it was only relatives on occasion. So hearing it on Hinata’s lips was a complete knockout.
Kageyama glanced up on reflex and was surprised to see how intently his boyfriend was staring back, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark.
“Do you… like the thought of me in a skirt?”
It would have been easy for Kageyama to deny it. Easier still to make a teasing remark that would distract Hinata from the question. But there was something almost hopeful in the way his boyfriend was asking that made Kageyama want to be honest. He nodded.
Hinata let out a whimper at this, his hips rocking forwards again. “W-what did you think about?” He asked in a strained voice.
Kageyama smirked at how worked up his boyfriend sounded. “Bending you over.”
Hinata whined, his hips gyrating more roughly this time, seeking friction.
“Thought about running my hands all over you, up your skirt,” Kageyama continued.
“Y-Yama, I want it,” Hinata moaned.
“Thought about touching you,” Kageyama reached behind his boyfriend to squeeze his ass and trail his index finger lightly up the cleft. “About being inside.”
“Oh god,” Hinata mewled, diving forwards to capture Kageyama’s lips in a desperate, fevered kiss. A hungry noise came from the back of Kageyama’s throat as he pushed his tongue into Hinata’s mouth. He was painfully hard.
“T-Tobio, I want you to see,” Hinata said in an uneven whisper. “I even t-touched myself while wearing it. P-pretended you were watching.”
“Shit,” Kageyama gasped, his aching cock straining against his clothes. “I want to see, Shouyo.”
Hinata leaned in close to Kageyama’s ear, his next words hot and needy. “Shall I wear it for you, Tobio?”
Kageyama groaned as fantasies flashed through his mind, and he tried to repress the sudden wild urge to flip Hinata over and fuck him roughly into the mattress. This skirt thing was dangerous. And they hadn’t even started yet.
“Yes,” Kageyama breathed.
Hinata swallowed, and without another word he crawled off the bed, darted over to his drawers, grabbed a handful of dark material then ran off into the bathroom.
Kageyama lay back, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could hardly believe what he was about to see. What he was about to feel. He’d never been more desperate to get his hands on Hinata, and had to give himself a quick stroke over his clothes to ease the strain while he waited.
Then he heard the bathroom door open, followed by footsteps and Hinata clearing his throat. Kageyama sat up quickly, and immediately felt all the remaining blood in his body rush to his dick as he drank in the sight of his boyfriend.
Jesus fucking christ.
If this was a scene from an anime, Kageyama’s nose would be bleeding by now.
Somehow Hinata had managed to make himself look irresistibly cute and ridiculously hot. The skirt was blue and pleated, like the ones at school, and it was short. Very short. Way shorter than even Kageyama had pictured, which was to say it was perfect. The material stopped high on Hinata’s gorgeous thighs, showing off every inch of his perfect legs, and now that his t-shirt wasn’t tucked into his pants it hung low over the skirt. It looked indecent. Devastatingly so.
Kageyama had never been more aroused in his life.
Shit, was he drooling? Probably.
“Well?” Hinata asked, a little shyly.
“Fuck,” Kageyama replied honestly.
Hinata smiled. “That good, huh?”
Kageyama nodded, feeling slightly drunk. “Come here.”
Hinata’s smile widened as he padded over to kneel on the bed and Kageyama dragged him into his arms at once to kiss him, making Hinata giggle against his lips. But the laughter quickly dissolved into moans as Kageyama kissed him deeper, opening his boyfriend’s mouth with his tongue and nipping at his bottom lip with his teeth.
Kageyama felt feverish with desire, running his hands up the insides of Hinata’s sensitive thighs, grabbing fistfuls of his skirt and kneading his plump ass while Hinata gasped and trembled.
“God,” Kageyama groaned. “How are you so hot in this?”
But before Hinata could answer, Kageyama was leaning back and dragging the skirt up to reveal that his boyfriend was completely naked. Hinata whimpered and squirmed at being exposed like this, but Kageyama couldn’t stop staring at Hinata’s cock, hard and leaking, begging to be touched.
“Nothing underneath?” Kageyama asked, his voice much lower than intended.
Hinata shook his head, his cheeks flushed. Kageyama’s heart was racing as he gently nudged his boyfriend back to lie down on the bed and pushed his legs open so he could settle in between them, hovering over him. Hinata’s expression was just so desperate, Kageyama couldn’t resist teasing him some more.
He grazed his lips against Hinata’s. “You’re pretty shameless, Shouyo,” he murmured. Then he moved lower, opened his mouth and began sucking on Hinata’s neck until he was shaking and writhing on the bed, his desperate moans and the sound of Kageyama’s mouth against his skin filling the air. But Kageyama didn’t let up, only dragged his hand over Hinata’s leg, pushing the skirt roughly aside and squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh.
“Y-Yama,” Hinata squealed, his back arching as Kageyama continued to devour his neck. “W-want you.”
Then Kageyama pulled off to admire the view, and fuck it was a sight.
Hinata was gazing up at Kageyama with half-lidded eyes, his cheeks red and his hair all messed up. He was panting, his t-shirt rucked up to reveal a sliver of tantalising bare skin just above the skirt’s waistline, which was now rumpled up around him, exposing his perfect, beautiful legs. His cock was peeking out from the folds of the skirt, precome dripping down the length in a way that made Kageyama’s mouth water.
As if sensing his boyfriend’s gaze in that particular area, Hinata sat up to straighten the skirt and roll it down, but Kageyama pushed his hand away.
“You know I’m about to move it again,” he reasoned.
Hinata pouted. “I’m trying to protect my dignity.”
Kageyama snorted, and then deftly dodged a swift kick from Hinata, instead catching his foot and watching his eyes widen as Kageyama used his grip to spread Hinata’s legs even more. Hinata bit his lip, watching intently as Kageyama pushed the skirt back to expose him entirely. Kageyama ran his hands up Hinata’s thighs, and Hinata let out a choked whimper at the contact, his hips jerking uncontrollably.
“T-touch me, please,” Hinata gasped.
Kageyama bent forwards and began kissing Hinata’s legs, making his way slowly up to those delicious thighs, feeling where soft skin joined with hard muscle beneath his lips.
“That’s n-not what I meant, B-Bakageyama,” Hinata whined.
And Kageyama smiled against Hinata’s thigh because he obviously knew that. Instead though, he licked a strip up the crease between Hinata’s thigh and hip and began to suck at his skin until it was wet and rosy pink from all the attention, and the noises Hinata was making were all going straight to Kageyama’s dick.
“S-stop teasing me, T-Tobio,” Hinata moaned, his thighs shaking.
It wasn’t like Kageyama could hold back any longer anyway though, so he placed one last kiss against Hinata’s thigh, then finally wrapped his lips around the tip of his dick, relishing Hinata’s choked cry as he did so. Kageyama closed his eyes, enjoying the soft velvety weight of Hinata’s cock on his tongue, lapping at his slit before sinking lower, taking more of Hinata into his mouth, his hands playing with the skirt, bunching it up even higher at his waist.
Then Kageyama began sucking in earnest, swallowing the beads of precome leaking freely onto his tongue as Hinata trembled and mewled at the sensation of being pulled so luxuriously into his boyfriend’s hot, wet mouth. Kageyama was achingly hard from what he was doing to Hinata, his reactions, his outfit. It felt so… Filthy. He couldn’t get enough.
“T-Tobio – ah – your m-mouth feels – hah – s-so good,” Hinata panted.
Kageyama moaned around Hinata’s cock, breathing deeply to take him all the way to the back of his throat, making Hinata cry out, his whole body shaking.
Kageyama knew his boyfriend was close now and pulled off gently. Hinata whimpered at the loss, but Kageyama knew what he wanted to do next. He wrapped his hand around his boyfriend’s dick, jerking him off steadily to maintain the stimulation while lapping at the head lightly with his tongue, enjoying the dazed way Hinata was watching him. He looked utterly wrecked.
“Shouyo,” Kageyama murmured against his boyfriend’s cock, his other hand gripping the skirt. “One day I’m going to fuck you in this.”
“Oh shit,” Hinata cried out, and Kageyama only had a second to hastily cover his mouth over Hinata’s dick as he came, his hips thrusting upwards uncontrollably. Kageyama let the warmth hit the back of his throat, swallowing his boyfriend’s release, his hands keeping his grip steady.
When Hinata finally collapsed back on the bed, panting with his eyes closed, Kageyama sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, secretly thrilled as he always was at having made Hinata come. Then his boyfriend cracked an eye open, smiling contentedly before spying the incredibly obvious bulge in Kageyama’s pants, and his smile widened.
“Wanna come on me?”
Kageyama’s dick throbbed at Hinata’s dirty words. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, crawling forwards to straddle Hinata’s thighs.
He hastily unzipped his pants with trembling fingers as he pulled his briefs down, gasping as he finally took his dripping cock in hand. Hinata sat up on his elbows and watching hazily as Kageyama began to jerk himself off above him.
“Feel good?” Hinata asked.
Kageyama nodded, increasing his speed and making the obscene wet sounds echo through the room. Hinata was smiling, but there was also a glint of mischief in his eyes that Kageyama knew meant he had ulterior motives. Usually it was seconds before Hinata snatched the last meat bun or convinced Kageyama to stay late in the gym to toss to him. But in this context, Kageyama couldn’t wait to see what his boyfriend was planning.
Keeping his eyes on Kageyama, Hinata slowly began to skim his hand up his body and under his t-shirt, pushing it upwards to reveal more of his bare skin; his lithe, toned stomach and chest. Kageyama was mesmerised as Hinata bit his lip and began to play with his nipple with one hand, the other toying with his skirt. Kageyama watched Hinata hungrily, enjoying the way his expression was becoming lustful again, his cheeks rosy pink. Fuck, this was sexy. He was not going to last at all.
“Are you gonna make me all dirty, Kageyama?” Hinata asked, teasingly.
Kageyama couldn’t suppress a moan at Hinata’s words, spurts of precome splashing from his cock as his fingers worked quickly up and down his length, hovering over his boyfriend. He was so close, and watching Hinata playing with himself in that outfit was pushing him right to the very limit.
Hinata’s eyes were sharp now, focused, as he licked his lips and spoke his next words carefully. “Are you gonna come on my pretty skirt, Tobio?”
Then Kageyama was coming with a gasp of ‘Shouyo, fuck,’ as sharp, blissful pleasure soared through his body, and he spilled all over his hand and onto Hinata, riding out every perfect, blissful wave of his orgasm. Finally, when Kageyama came to his senses he collapsed next to his boyfriend, breathing deeply.
“Well, shit,” he exhaled, dragging Hinata over, who happily threw his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, curling up on his side, neither of them caring about the mess.
“Yep!” Hinata chirped, nuzzling into Kageyama’s neck. “Hey, did I really look good in the skirt?”
“Obviously,” Kageyama replied, making his boyfriend giggle.
They lay in contented silence for a while, and Kageyama felt himself growing drowsy with Hinata warm in his arms, the bed soft beneath him.
“Um, would you want to maybe do that again sometime?” Hinata asked hesitantly.
Kageyama nodded, trying not to seem too eager. “Will need to wash it first though,” he said, tiredness making his words slightly slurred.
Hinata sat up then, looking confused. “Well, we don’t have to use that one, right?”
Kageyama frowned, sure he had an equal look of confusion on his face. “We don’t? But what else would you…” Then it came to him in one hot, blinding realisation.
“Oh, Tobio,” Hinata grinned cheekily. “I don’t have just one skirt.”
And suddenly Kageyama was wide awake again.