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Hinata stares at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the glaring red numbers telling him it’s one minute until he can enact his plan. One minute and he won’t have to lie still while his husband sleeps peacefully next to him.
They’d played a match today—the third match in as many days—and Kageyama was rightfully exhausted. Hinata should be too, but the high of their latest win and the excitement for tomorrow has left him more wired than anything. He graciously let Kageyama get a few hours of sleep, but as soon as the clock reads midnight—
He blinks and the numbers have changed to 12:00.
Hinata rolls over and faces Kageyama. The hotel room is pitch black aside from the glow of the glow of the clock, but Hinata can hear Kageyama’s usual heavy breathing—not quite a snore, but he’s almost positive that as they get older, it’ll develop into it.
The thought of getting to grow old with his favorite person makes him smile and he shifts so he’s leaning into Kageyama’s side. He can’t see anything so he places his hand on his husband’s bare stomach, briefly appreciating the firm muscles beneath his fingers before skimming them up his chest until his hand reaches his neck.
Target acquired.
Hinata strokes Kageyama’s skin, enraptured as always by the smooth skin, but his hand is quickly replaced by his lips. He starts off with a few faint kisses, not wanting to wake Kageyama too soon. But the anticipation has been sitting heavy in his gut for a week and the kisses soon grow firmer—wetter, too, when Hinata parts his lips and lets his tongue flick over the deliciously soft skin.
Kageyama sighs, but otherwise doesn’t react, and Hinata feels bad for a moment; he must be more tired than he let on to not even move while his neck is being assaulted. The guilt doesn’t linger, though—Hinata has been waiting so patiently for this and he deserves it, damn it.
Abandoning any subtly, he throws his leg over Kageyama hip and settles on his lap.
“Tobioooo,” Hinata whispers. He kisses along Kageyama’s strong jaw, nipping lightly at his chin. “Wake up, sleepy.”
“Mmm.”
Hinata smiles. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
“Shou?” One of Kageyama’s hands presses into his lower back and softly rubs it. “Wuzzit?”
There’s something about the way Kageyama touches him so sweetly, even half asleep and exhausted, that makes Hinata feel giddy, like he did when they first started dating and Kageyama initiated any affection.
Suddenly these kisses in the dark are not enough and Hinata reaches out blindly until he finds the lamp on the nightstand. A twist of the knob and the room is flooded in a warm glow of light.
Kageyama blinks rapidly at the sudden brightness, his face scrunching up adorably in confusion and discomfort. “Wha’s goin’ on?”
“It’s midnight.”
“Mhm.”
Kageyama’s eyes are slipping shut again and Hinata smacks his chest lightly. “No sleeping. It’s midnight. You know what that means?”
“That you should be sleeping?” Kageyama mumbles with a squint.
“Nuh-uh. It means it’s my birthday.”
Kageyama sighs and closes his eyes. “Happy birthday, dumbass.”
Hinata knows Kageyama is more pliant and agreeable when he’s this sleepy, so he takes advantage of the opportunity. “You’re supposed to sing me happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” Kageyama sings softly. It’s off key and mumbled and he didn’t even bother opening his eyes, but it fills Hinata with so much joy, he can’t contain it.
He falls onto Kageyama’s chest, laughing. “Thanks, Romeo.”
“It’s Tobio.”
Hinata laughs harder, shaking Kageyama with the force of it, and he grumbles unhappily. Hinata smacks an exaggerated kiss to his cheek.
“Don’t be a grump,” Hinata implores. “I’m the birthday boy so you gotta do what I want and I want you awake.”
Kageyama’s gradually waking up and the annoyance is beginning to overtake the sleepiness. “Why? It’s late, Shou. Can’t it wait until morning?”
“Technically it is veeeery early morning,” Hinata argues. “And no, it can’t. I’ve been waiting patiently for it.”
“For what?”
Hinata cups Kageyama’s face, his thumb stroking the light stubble that’s starting to grow in on his chin. He can feel Kageyama’s relax under him, so he swoops down to kiss him. He doesn’t waste time being gentle—he licks his way into Kageyama’s slack mouth, tongue nudging insistently against his, and relishing in the sharp intake of breath when he nips sharply at his bottom lip. He draws back until their lips are just a breath apart.
“For you to fuck me.”
He’s unsurprised when Kageyama groans quietly. Hinata swearing always turns him on, and the way his hands move to cup Hinata’s ass means it worked.
“We’ve played three matches this week,” Kageyama says. It’s supposed to be a protest, but it means very little when it’s followed by a squeeze of his ass.
“And now we have two days off. The timing couldn’t be more perfect.”
“Yes it could—seven hours from now, after we’ve slept properly.”
Hinata grinds his ass into Kageyama’s lap and tilts his head tauntingly. “What, are you getting too old to stay up late? Running out of steam? Should I find a younger man who can keep up with me?”
Hinata barely blinks before he’s on his back, his husband hovering above him with a glare.
“So predictable, Yama,” Hinata says, delighted, and tightens his legs around his waist.
“And you’re so greedy.” Kageyama thrusts his hips down, half hard already. “Is this what you want?”
“Uh-huh.” Hinata rolls his hips, rubbing them together through their underwear. Their breathing picks up, sounding loud in the otherwise silent room. “Couldn’t sleep cuz all I could think about was this.”
“Got yourself all worked up, huh?”
Kageyama kisses him again and Hinata loses himself in it for a few long minutes. He never gets tired of kissing him, never takes it for granted. They spend so much of their life apart that every opportunity to taste Kageyama’s lips feels like a blessing.
He’s not satisfied for long, though—not when he’s had hours to think about all the ways tonight could go. The rolling of his hips gets a little less coordinated and a little more desperate.
Kageyama pulls away panting. “Lube?”
Hinata sticks his hand under the pillows until he finds the bottle of lube he hid there earlier when Kageyama was showering and makes a triumphant noise when he pulls it out.
“You sneaky little shit.”
Kageyama’s glaring, but it’s dampened by his horrendous bedhead; it’s hard to look intimidating when your hair is sticking straight up in the back. It is extremely cute though.
Hinata smiles, reaching up to smooth it out. “I’m a smart little shit, thank you very much. Always one step ahead of you.”
“Gimme the damn lube,” Kageyama grunts. “And take off your underwear.”
Hinata is more than happy to comply. He wiggles out of them and flings them across the room, much to the annoyance of Kageyama.
“Birthday boy,” Hinata reminds him.
“Thank god your birthday is only once a year. You’re bad enough as is.”
“That’s no way to talk to your husband.”
“No?” Kageyama drops his head to kiss Hinata’s chest and then looks up at him through his lashes. “How should I talk to you?”
Hinata swallows heavily. “You, um…you should say I’m really handsome.”
Kageyama hums and kisses a little lower. “What else?”
“And that I’m the best thing to happen to you.”
Hinata can feel the smile against his skin. “Right.”
He combs his fingers through Kageyama’s silky hair as he continues his path down Hinata’s abdomen. “And you’re supposed to tell me how much you love me.”
Kageyama’s tongue briefly dips into Hinata’s belly button, making him giggle and shove at him lightly. He gets a smile in return. It’s his favorite smile in the whole world because it’s just for him—soft and warm and so sweet it makes his heart ache a little every time he sees it.
“I love you. So much, it’s sort of stupid,” Kageyama tells him quietly.
“I love you so much it’s sort of stupid, too,” Hinata says. “Now please please put your fingers in my ass before I die.”
Kageyama snorts but dutifully listens to the birthday boy. He pushes two slick fingers into him nice and slow and it’s perfect, his body comfortable with the stretch now that he’s been back with his husband for a few months. When Kageyama curls his fingers just right, Hinata throws his head back in pleasure.
“That good?” Kageyama murmurs.
“So good,” Hinata says, breathless. “Missed this.”
“It’s barely been a week.”
“Too long.”
Kageyama doesn’t bother replying, too focused on wringing out as much pleasure with his fingers as he can. It doesn’t take long for Hinata to start kneeing Kageyama and whining about him taking too long. Kageyama ignores him, far too used to Hinata’s desire to speed things along. It’s only when Hinata’s whole body is flushed, and his dick practically weeping, that Kageyama removes his fingers and pushes down his briefs.
His legs are lifted and rest on either of Kageyama’s shoulders. It’s hardly a stretch at all and Hinata smiles. “Just as flexible as I was at twenty two.”
Kageyama pinches the skin behind his knee and Hinata yelps, his leg twitching into the side of Kageyama’s head. His husband chuckles and kisses his knee in apology before his lips make their way to his thighs.
“Tobioooo,” Hinata whines.
If he left him to his own devices, Kageyama would spend the next ten minutes biting and sucking at his thighs, leaving hickeys conveniently above where his compression shorts sit, and while normally Hinata is happy to let him do it, he’s past the point of foreplay tonight. Kageyama should know better than to stick his fingers in Hinata and expect him to be patient.
Kageyama doesn’t move to enter him like Hinata desperately wants. Instead, he traces along a bruise that’s darkening on Hinata’s thigh.
“Where’s this from?” he asks. He doesn’t wait for an answer before wrapping his hand around Hinata’s dick and stroking him torturously slowly.
Hinata gasps, his eyes falling shut in pleasure.
A bite to his thigh, right above the tender bruised skin, pulls his attention back to Kageyama, who is looking at him with a raised brow.
“I—the match today—yesterday.”
“That missed receive during the second set?”
“Yeah.”
Kageyama hums, skimming his fingers over it before pressing down hard. He tightens his grip on Hinata’s cock at the same time, jerking him roughly.
Hinata cries out, the combination of pain and pleasure making his head spin. He can’t tell if he wants more or less as he writhes uselessly in Kageyama’s hold, and then the hands on him disappear.
He whines pathetically. “Please—”
Kageyama barely lets him get a word out before he pushes into him in one hard slide, leaving Hinata wide eyed and slack jawed.
“You wanted me to fuck you, right?” Kageyama asks, a challenging look in his eyes that makes Hinata throb.
“Yeah, yes—give it to me, Tobio, c’mon.”
And Kageyama gives it to him—hard. The pace isn’t rushed, just rough, measured thrusts that leave Hinata breathless and gripping the sheets. Hinata knows, in the back of his mind, that the sound of their skin slapping together and the rocking of the headboard is too loud, but he can’t bring himself to care about anything except the two of them.
Sweat is building on his skin and his legs start to slide off of Kageyama’s shoulders with the way he’s being rocked into the sheets. Kageyama doesn’t let them fall far; he grips behind his knees and presses forward until Hinata’s legs are bent and splayed, putting him fully on display. His eyes drift down to watch himself push into Hinata, his pace slowing in distraction.
Hinata knows exactly how distracting the sight can be. He thinks about the way Kageyama looks when he’s taking Hinata, how hot it is to see him stretched around him, and he gasps at the ceiling. Without thinking, his hand falls between his legs to feel where Kageyama is entering him. Kageyama’s reaction is immediate—he swears loudly and tightens his grip on the back of Hinata’s legs so much that it will almost certainly bruise.
“You feel so good,” Hinata moans. “So big.”
“Fuck, Shou. You—”
“Kiss—kiss me,” Hinata demands.
Kageyama is the perfect height to lean down and kiss him sloppily—more proof that the two of them were made to be together. He keeps fucking Hinata, but it’s not as controlled as before, not as deep and lacking a rhythm. It doesn’t matter, though, because Kageyama is pressed against him completely and Hinata’s dick is rubbing against the grooves of his abs and it’s so insanely hot, Hinata feels himself shooting rapidly towards his orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Hinata chants, clutching at Kageyama’s back.
Kageyama tucks his face into the crook of Hinata’s neck and whimpers—actually whimpers, like it’s so good it hurts—and that’s all it takes for Hinata to cum, head thrown back as his body jerks a few last times. Kageyama gasps, right into his ear, and follows him over the edge.
His husband goes limp on top of him, panting, and Hinata wheezes.
“Too heavy, too heavy.”
“Happy birthday,” Kagayama tells him, kissing his cheek before rolling off of him.
“Happy birthday to me indeed.” He’s definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow and the exhaustion of the back to back games is finally catching up to him and he feels absolutely disgusting right now, but that was the perfect birthday present to himself. Technically Kageyama helped, but Hinata was the one who planned it so it sort of seems like he should get the credit.
He also still has an entire day to abuse his birthday powers and it would be a shame not to take advantage while he can.
“Hey, birthday boy wants his husband to carry him to the shower and wash him. But nicely, not like that time you were in a rush and got soap in my eye—”
A loud snore cuts through his words and he looks over to find Kageyama fast asleep, drool already dribbling out of the corner of his mouth.
Ah, well. At least he stayed awake for the important part.