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The dim light of Hinata's small room filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows over the rumpled bedsheets. It was late, the kind of quiet night where the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them—Shouyou and Tobio—finally crossing that line they'd been dancing around for months. Practices, matches, stolen glances in the locker room; it all led here, to this bed, hearts pounding in sync.
Hinata hovered over Kageyama, his smaller frame pressing close, lips brushing against the setter's neck in tentative kisses. Kageyama lay beneath him, broad shoulders tense, his usual intensity softened by nerves.
“Shouyou,” he murmured, voice rough, hands gripping Hinata's hips like anchors. “Idiot you better go slow, okay? I... I've never…”
“I know,” Hinata whispered back, feigning confidence, his breath warm against Kageyama's skin.
“'Me neither. We'll figure it out together.” He trailed his fingers down Kageyama's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall, the heat radiating from his body.
They were both naked now, clothes discarded in a hasty pile on the floor, skin flushed and slick with anticipation. Hinata's cock twitched against Kageyama's thigh, already hard, but he forced himself to breathe deep, to take it slow like they'd agreed.
Kageyama—blushing—shifted, turning his head away while spreading his legs a little wider, inviting. Hinata reached for the lube on the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, imagining this scene countless times before. He warmed it between his palms first, then gently pressed one finger against Kageyama's entrance.
“Yama’, relax,” he said softly, watching Kageyama's face for any sign of discomfort.
“Tch..” Kageyama mumbled, the muscle clenched at first, resistant, but Hinata rubbed slow circles around it, coaxing it open.
A low groan escaped Kageyama's lips as the finger finally slipped inside, tight heat enveloping it. Hinata moved carefully, inching deeper, feeling the way Kageyama's body gripped him.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, pausing.
“No,” Kageyama breathed, eyes squeezed shut. “Feels... weird. Good weird.” His cock lay heavy against his stomach, leaking pre-cum, but untouched so far.
Hinata smiled, adding a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch him out. Kageyama's hips bucked involuntarily, a sharp inhale following as Hinata brushed against that spot inside him—his prostate, he'd read about it online, curious after late-night thoughts about this very moment.
“Aghn!” Hinata's eyes widened at Kageyamas choked moan, his whole body shuddering.
“There?” Hinata pressed again, deliberate now, curling his fingers to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves. Kageyama's ass clenched around him, hot and velvety, and Hinata realized just how responsive it was. Every stroke drew out gasps, Kageyama's thighs trembling, his cock throbbing visibly without a single touch.
“Fuck, Tobio,” Hinata murmured, awe in his voice. “Your ass is so sensitive. Look at you, shaking already.”
It must feel really good.. Shouyou thought as he pumped his fingers slower, deeper, watching Kageyama's face contort in pleasure, beads of sweat forming on his brow. The setter's hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, as waves of sensation built. Hinata leaned down to kiss him, tongues sliding together messily, while his fingers kept working that spot, relentless but gentle.
Kageyama broke the kiss with a whine, head thrown back. “Shouyou... it's too much. Feels like... like I'm gonna—”
But Hinata didn't stop, fascinated by how Kageyama's body reacted, the way his hole fluttered and tightened with each pass. He added a twist, grazing the rim with his thumb, and Kageyama arched off the bed, a string of pre-cum dripping from his tip.
“You're incredible,” Hinata said, withdrawing his fingers slowly after a few more minutes, not wanting to push too far yet.
Kageyama's entrance winked at him, slick and loosened, begging for more. Hinata rolled a condom on and coated his own cock with lube, stroking himself a couple times to spread it even, the head flushed and eager. He positioned himself between Kageyama's legs, rubbing the tip against his sensitive hole.
“Ready Yama’? I'll go slow.”
Kageyama nodded, biting his lip, eyes locked on Hinata's. “Yeah. Do it.”
Hinata pushed forward inch by inch, the tight ring yielding to him with a pop as the head breached. Kageyama gasped, muscles clenching, but he didn't pull away. The heat inside was overwhelming, sucking Hinata in deeper, and he groaned, fighting the urge to thrust hard. Halfway in, he paused, letting Kageyama adjust, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling.
But then—Kageyama suddenly clenched down, Shouyou unable to hold himself back thrusted into Tobio all the way, feeling his balls slap taught against Kageyamas ass.
Kageyama's eyes flew open wide, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. His ass spasmed around Hinata's cock, the sudden pressure on that sensitive spot inside him igniting everything at once. Without a hand on his dick, without any further friction, Kageyama came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach, splattering up to his chest, his body convulsing in ecstasy.
“Ah—Shouyou!” he yelled, hips jerking erratically, milking Hinata's length with rhythmic squeezes.
Hinata froze, buried deep inside, stunned as he watched Kageyama unravel beneath him. The sight was intoxicating—Kageyama's face twisted in bliss, cum pooling on his skin, his ass clenching so tight it nearly pushed Hinata over the edge too.
“Tobio... you just—holy shit,” Hinata panted, holding still as the aftershocks rippled through Kageyama's body.
Kageyama panted, cheeks burning red, a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction in his dazed eyes.
“Nghh, Shut up.. Couldn't... help it. Your dick- hit just right.” Tilting his head back and taking deep breaths, Tobio reached up to pull Hinata closer.
“Fuck… Don't stop. Keep going. I can take it, don’t underestimate me.”
Hinata grinned, heart swelling with affection and lust. He leaned in for a kiss, rocking his hips experimentally, sliding deeper now that the initial tension had eased. The night was young, and they had all the time in the world to explore every sensitive inch.
Hinata's grin widened at Kageyama's words, the raw honesty in his voice fueling the fire in his veins. He nodded, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to Kageyama's lips before shifting his weight.
“Okay, Tobio. I'll make it good for you.” Slowly, deliberately, he eased his hips forward, sinking the rest of his cock into that welcoming heat. Kageyama's ass gripped him like a vice, still fluttering from the orgasm, slick walls massaging every inch as Hinata bottomed out.
The sensation was electric—tight, hot, and so responsive that Hinata had to bite back a groan of his own.
Kageyama's face flushed deeper, a brilliant red spreading from his cheeks down his neck, making his skin glow in the low light. He let out a high-pitched whine, the sound unexpected and vulnerable, his body arching slightly as Hinata filled him completely.
“Nngh... Shouyou, it's—ah!” Another moan followed, breathy and uncontrolled, as Hinata held still for a moment, letting them both adjust to the fullness. Kageyama's cock, spent but twitching, lay soft against his cum-smeared abs, a reminder of how quickly he'd unraveled.
“You're doing so well,” Hinata murmured, recalling how much Tobio—begrudgingly—loved praise from previous make out sessions, his hands sliding up Kageyama's sides, thumbs brushing over his nipples to elicit more shivers.
He pulled back just a fraction, then pushed in again, starting a slow rhythm—shallow thrusts that dragged his cock along those sensitive inner walls. Each movement hit that spot inside Kageyama, the one his fingers had teased earlier, and the setter's response was immediate. A loud, keening moan tore from his throat, his head lolling back against the pillow.
“Oh god, too deep... feels too good, I—mmph!”
Hinata watched, mesmerized, as Kageyama's embarrassment warred with the pleasure overtaking him. The usually stoic setter was a mess—lips parted, panting, eyes half-lidded and glassy. His hands clutched at Hinata's back, nails digging in lightly, as if anchoring himself against the waves crashing through his body. Hinata leaned down, capturing one of those whines in a kiss, but it only muffled the sounds for a second before Kageyama broke away with a gasp.
“Shouyou! S-slow, please... ahh, your cock... it's rubbing right there…”
The words sent a thrill straight to Hinata's core, his own thrusts picking up a tiny bit of speed, though he kept them measured, rolling his hips to grind deep. Cum from Kageyama's earlier release squelched between their bodies, sticky and warm, as Hinata's balls slapped lightly against his ass with each push.
Kageyama whined again, louder this time, a needy, embarrassed sound that made his ears burn red. “Holy shit, I sound stupid... don't make me—ungh!” He cut off with a moan as Hinata angled his hips, hitting that prostate dead-on, sending sparks up Kageyama's spine.
“You're not stupid,” Hinata panted, voice husky with desire. He nuzzled into Kageyama's neck, sucking a mark there to match the flush. “I sorta I love hearing you like this. So honest, it’s really hot Yama’.”
He thrust again, deeper, feeling Kageyama's hole clench around him in response. The setter's moans grew excessive, spilling out in a stream—whimpers, gasps, drawn-out 'ah-ah-ah's that filled the room. His face was a furnace, buried against Hinata's shoulder now, hiding as much as he could while his body betrayed him, hips starting to rock back instinctively.
Hinata's pace steadied, fucking into him with long, slow strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting the head of his cock catch on the rim each time. Kageyama's ass was so sensitive, every drag drawing out more noises: a sharp whine when Hinata bottomed out, a muffled moan when he twisted just so. Sweat slicked their skin, making each slide smoother, and Hinata reached down to wrap a hand around Kageyama's softening cock, stroking it lazily to coax it back to life.
“'Look at you, Tobio. Whining like that... bet you didn't know your ass could make you feel this way.”
Kageyama's response was a choked sob of pleasure, his thighs quivering around Hinata's waist.
“'Shut up... s’ embarrassing... oh fuck, don't stop!” He moaned excessively now, the sounds raw and unfiltered, echoing off the walls as Hinata picked up the rhythm, thrusting harder but still controlled, building the tension between them.
His own climax loomed, the tight heat and those desperate whines pushing him closer, but he focused on Kageyama—on the way his body trembled, the red blush that wouldn't fade, the vulnerability in every gasp.
They moved together like that for what felt like hours—Hinata's cock plunging in and out, Kageyama's moans a symphony of embarrassment and ecstasy, his ass milking every thrust with greedy contractions. Finally, as Hinata felt the edge approaching, he buried himself deep one last time, grinding against that spot until Kageyama shattered again, a second orgasm ripping through him untouched once more, cum spilling weakly over Hinata's fingers. The sight and feel tipped Hinata over, his cock pulsing as he filled the condom in Kageyama's ass with hot spurts, groaning into his neck.
They collapsed together, breaths ragged, Hinata still inside as aftershocks made Kageyama whimper softly.
“Tobio... that was amazing,” Hinata whispered, kissing his flushed temple. Kageyama just nodded, hiding his face, but a small smile tugged at his lips—embarrassed, yes, but utterly sated.
Hinata lingered inside Kageyama for a moment longer, savoring the way the setter's ass clenched sporadically around his softening cock, milking out the last drops of cum. Their bodies were slick with sweat and release, breaths syncing in the quiet room. But Hinata wasn't done—not yet. The taste of Kageyama's vulnerability, those raw moans, had ignited something deeper, a hunger to explore every inch of him. Gently, he pulled out, earning a soft, surprised whine from Kageyama as his hole fluttered empty, Hinata tied the condom, throwing it haphazardly onto his floor.
“Tobio,” Hinata murmured, voice low and affectionate, his hands sliding down Kageyama's thighs to spread them wider.
Kageyama's eyes widened, confused, face still flushed from their climax, but he didn't protest—just watched with a mix of anticipation and nerves, his spent cock twitching faintly against his thigh. Hinata shifted lower, hooking his arms under Kageyama's knees to lift and fold him slightly, exposing that sensitive, cum-smeared ass fully. The sight made Hinata's mouth water: pink rim puffy from the stretch, glistening with lube, quivering just a bit.
“Shouyou? What are you—” Kageyama's words cut off into a sharp gasp as Hinata leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh first, teasing.
Then, without warning, his tongue flicked out, lapping at the leaking cum right at the edge of Kageyama's hole. The taste was salty, musky and Hinata groaned softly, delving deeper. He licked a broad stripe up the cleft, cleaning the lubed up mess with deliberate swipes, his nose brushing against the soft skin.
Kageyama's body jolted like he'd been shocked, a obscene moan ripping from his throat—deep and guttural, nothing like his usual controlled setter voice.
“Ahh! Shouyou, that's—what the fuck—nngh!” His hands flew up, clutching desperately at Hinata's hair, fingers tangling in the orange strands as if to pull him away, but his grip only tightened, holding him closer.
Embarrassment burned through him, cheeks flaming hotter than before, but the sensation was overwhelming: Hinata's warm tongue probing, licking insistently at his rim, pushing inside just a fraction.
Hinata hummed against him, the vibration sending shivers up Kageyama's spine. He ate him out with focused hunger, tongue circling the puckered entrance before thrusting shallowly, fucking into the loose heat with wet, slurping sounds that filled the air. Kageyama's ass was so sensitive post-orgasm, every lap and suck drawing out whines that bordered on sobs—high-pitched, needy, spilling from his lips without restraint.
“Oh fuck... too much, your tongue... it's inside me, ahh! Stop, no—don't stop!” He clutched harder, one hand sliding down to grip Hinata's shoulder, nails digging in as his legs trembled around Hinata's head.
The embarrassment made Kageyama squirm, trying to hide his face in the pillow, but his body betrayed him, hips bucking up involuntarily to chase the pleasure. Hinata's mouth worked relentlessly: sucking gently on the rim to make it swell more, then flattening his tongue to drag over the sensitive nerves, tasting every bit. He could feel Kageyama's hole clenching around nothing now, desperate and fluttering, the whines growing louder, more obscene—drawn-out 'mmph-ahh's and breathy 'Shouyou, please's that echoed wetly.
“You're so responsive here,” Hinata mumbled between licks, pulling back just enough to blow cool air over the slick skin, watching Kageyama's ass twitch.
Then he dove back in, tongue spearing deeper this time, curling to hit that inner spot that had made him cum so hard before.
Kageyama arched off the bed with a wail, clutching Hinata's head like a lifeline, his moans turning into a stream of whines: “Feels weird... good, too good—ungh, your mouth on my ass... embarrassing, I sound like—ahh!”
His cock, half-hard again from the overstimulation, leaked pre-cum onto his stomach, body shaking as waves of pleasure-pain rolled through him.
Hinata didn't let up, eating him out with sloppy enthusiasm—lips sealed around the rim, sucking while his tongue twisted inside, cleaning and teasing until Kageyama was a writhing mess. The setter's whines filled the room, raw and excessive, his face buried against his arm to muffle them, but they leaked out anyway: pathetic, desperate sounds that made Hinata's own arousal stir anew. Kageyama's thighs clamped around his ears, heels digging into his back, clutching so tight it was like he never wanted to let go.
Finally, as Kageyama's moans peaked into a shuddering cry—a dry orgasm rippling through him, cock spurting weakly—Hinata pulled back, lips shiny and swollen. He crawled up, gathering the trembling setter into his arms. Kageyama clung to him immediately, face pressed into Hinata's shoulder, still whining softly in aftershocks, body limp and sated.
“Shouyou... what the fuck... I can't believe…” But his arms wrapped around Hinata's neck, holding on as if afraid to let go, the embarrassment fading into quiet contentment.
“Hehe, love you yama’”