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"You're enough for me."
Pov: Kageyama Tobio and Oikawa Tooru
Don't Be Mad At Me
Italy, Kageyama's apartment.
Tobio didn't regret buying that apartment. It was big enough for him to live in, and for his boyfriend to be comfortable enough, if there was anything comfortable or sufficient for him, that is. Oikawa Tooru always had an excuse, a complaint ready for everything . Tobio had returned to Italy after the volleyball Olympics where Argentina had won , and Oikawa had worn that bright, incredibly proud and boastful smile, showing all his perfect teeth and those dimples that drove Tobio crazy. Tobio had to restrain himself from kissing him and, on the spur of the moment, punching him in the face—well deserved.
Thanks to Miwa, thank goodness she'd told him to buy that apartment. Now he could perfectly ignore hia stupid, narcissistic, egocentric, and handsome boyfriend for as long as hee damn well pleased. Who hee probably didn't give a damn about.
Tobio threw himself onto the sofa without a second thought, reclining in a way that should be illegal, his long legs comfortably extended, one knee dangling, his socked feet resting on the carpet. He was irritated with his boyfriend, who did he think he was going to win? Yes, maybe he deserved it, but Tobio had specifically begged, assured, and promised that they were going to win.
And what bothered him most after losing a match was losing a bet. He'd always won with Shoyo. But with Oikawa , he always got what he wanted.
That was what he hated most about him.
loved it .
He huffed as he swung his right leg, occasionally bumping it against the sofa leg. The air conditioning breeze made him shiver. Not that he was complaining; cold was much better than heat. But he missed having arms around him, radiating warmth...
Wait, wasn't I supposed to be upset?
Yes, yes, Tobio nodded. He couldn't think about that right now, even though his body missed the caresses on his cheeks.
The creaking of the wood made Tobio look down from the ceiling, meeting blue eyes with brown ones. "Are you still mad because we beat you, Tobio-chan? " Oikawa asked with that damned mocking smile that Tobio loved so much. Tobio looked away from the older man as if he didn't deserve to be seen.
He didn't have to see it to know there was a pout on his lover's face. If it were any other day, he would have given in and comforted him because of the pout. However, his pride was wounded. Not even prayers could move him from there. "Tobio-chan, are you angry with me or are you just a sore loser?" the chestnut-haired boy pointed out. Tobio felt his pride tighten like a tightrope.
Mr. Kageyama Tobio. The setter for the Alders. A sore loser.
Never.
"I'm not," Tobio argued, his voice tense. A mistake. It was a mistake to have answered Oikawa, whose smile was widening more and more. His dimples were the most perfect thing Tobio had ever seen. He swallowed, hesitating to meet Oikawa's gaze.
"Aren't you? Because it seems like you are. There's no need to hide your personality." The creaking of the wood beneath Oikawa's feet as he moved toward Tobio, who couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what Oikawa was planning with that empty head of his, Tobio turned his head, not considering it dignified that Oikawa was staring at him.
"Tsk, tsk. Tobio-chan, is this how you treat your elders now?"
Tobio rolled his eyes in response. "I don't see any seniors here. Just an overrated idiot." Oikawa raised an eyebrow, amused. Tobio wasn't looking at him.
"Of course, now I'm an overrated idiot." Oikawa pinched Tobio's cheek. The pale skin turning pink on his cheekbone, Tobio pouted in a very childish way compared to how he'd been acting just a few minutes ago. "My little bipolar one," Oikawa joked, earning a slap on the hand to make him let go.
"Shut up!" roared Tobio, his face as red as a tomato from the nickname.
Oikawa frowned. He suppressed a wave of irritation and sighed condescendingly. "You're not cute at all, Tobio."
"Who cares about being cute!" Tobio spat out, finally letting his emotions out as a complaint.
Oikawa scoffed. "And I don't have to look twice to know you don't care, Tobio-chan." A lie . Tobio wasn't ugly at all, Tooru had to reluctantly concede. It was insufferable how that brat was so incredibly ethereal to Tooru . With those long eyelashes and those blue eyes that drove him crazy. And how his skin felt... He couldn't continue the thought when a pillow smacked his face, catching him completely off guard.
Tobio was on the sofa, frowning , clutching a pillow tightly. He looked so good that Tooru had to resist the urge to grab him and kiss him right away.
Damn attractive brat.
"So you want to play like this? And you know I hate to lose, Tobio-chan." Tooru observed before grabbing Tobio's wrists with one hand, a firm grip that was sure to leave his skin red. Tobio tried to kick to break free from the older man's hold. But it wasn't like he was trying very hard. He knew Tooru would never hurt him.
The hands tickled Tobio all over, making the younger boy flinch and burst into laughter because of the brunette who was now on top of him. His eyes were wet with laughter as Tooru stared at his boyfriend's lips.
"Okay, okay. Stop it!" Tobio exclaimed between laughs. His breathing was ragged when Tooru finally stopped tickling him. Tobio looked up at him. His eyelashes fluttered, driving Tooru crazy. "Damn sadist ."
Tooru showed him his hands again. The threat was clear.
"Okay, damn it! The most... loving and handsome boyfriend." Tobio grudgingly commented as he managed to wriggle free from Tooru's grip after several failed attempts and pushed his boyfriend off him. Tooru just laughed as his back gently fell onto the sofa, grabbing Tobio's hips to pull him down with him.
"For someone who's supposed to be adorable, you're really annoying, Tobio-chan."
" I hate you." Tobio replied as he tried to stand up to get off Oikawa. He was still annoyed with Tooru.
His hands tightened around his hips before he was pulled down roughly. Tobio gasped in surprise at his boyfriend's unexpected move. "No, you don't. "
And damn it, Tooru was absolutely right. That's was the worst thing.
His lips suddenly captured his. His tongue slipped into Tobio's mouth without waiting for permission. Tobio didn't push him away. He gripped Tooru's shirt and pulled him closer. His arms wrapped around the older man's neck, tilting his head to give him better access. Tobio felt desire surge through his veins. Tooru always had this effect on him. It was both exhilarating and incredibly hot. Tooru effect was a a comforting warmth.
He felt Oikawa's mouth on his neck, leaving wet trails and bite marks. Oikawa's hand slipped beneath his shirt, reaching his nipple before pinching it. Tobio moaned, his head falling back, leaving his neck open to Oikawa's lips.
He let the brunette take off his shirt, helping him by raising his arms. His defined, muscular torso was exposed, his nipples hard with arousal. Oikawa ran his finger between his nipples. Tobio gasped, gripping Oikawa's soft hair tightly. Oikawa didn't hesitate to suck on it. Biting and licking, teasing Tobio's nipple, kissing the area above his chest before doing the same on the other side.
Tobio didn't resist when Oikawa changed positions. With him on the bottom and the older man on top, Oikawa slowly pulled down his shorts, and it was pure torture. His penis dripped precum from the excitement coursing through his body. Wasn't it obvious he desperately needed it? Oikawa looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Tobio nodded, desperate to feel it. He didn't know how they'd gone so quickly from being annoyed with Oikawa to letting him fuck him.
"Tobio, I don't speak caveman language." Oikawa pointed out while waiting for Tobio's response, who hesitated to speak. It wasn't that he couldn't. His throat wasn't working.
"Yes." Tobio's voice came out weaker than he expected. He swallowed after saying that. He needed him desperately, he needed those fingers that knew where to press. Those lips that made him forget everything except the man in front of him. He needed him inside him now.
"So, Tobio-chan? I don't know what you want." Oikawa's voice came out so mocking that Tobio wanted to slap him in the face. Oikawa tucked a strand of hair behind Tobio's ear.
"I want you to fuck me, damn it!" Tobio exclaimed. He no longer cared about the little dignity he had left. That would be a problem for the future Tobio, who would have to deal with the embarrassment . Not a second passed before Oikawa inserted two fingers into his hole. Tobio groaned at the sensation of being stretched.
He pressed his lips roughly to his lover's, his lips swollen from kisses. He felt Oikawa insert two fingers and move them in a scissor motion, stretching them further and further. Tobio couldn't help but moan into Oikawa's mouth. Tobio tightened his grip on Oikawa's hair, who groaned at the sensation. Tobio tried to close his legs as Oikawa curled his fingers to the exact spot , and Tobio groaned loudly. Oikawa placed a hand on his thighs to prevent Tobio from closing them.
"Please, please, Oikawa . I need you. Damn it!" Tobio shouted desperately, tightening his grip on Oikawa's hair. Oikawa's eyes rolled back in irritation. He'd barely gotten Tobio ready, and now he wanted him inside.
You spoiled brat.
"You're a spoiled brat, Tobio," Oikawa replied, but who was he to deny the needs of his adorable little kohai? Besides, he couldn't deny that he loved seeing Tobio, sweaty and moaning his name, begging for more.
The fingers left a void in Tobio's strange hole, who missed the pleasure of those fingers. Before something larger entered his hole a little, he groaned at the sensation, his head tilting back.
"Damn, you're fucking tight." Oikawa said as he pushed in halfway. The pain was pleasurable for Tobio, who moaned like a whore desperate for more. Tears streamed down Tobio's cheeks, which Oikawa licked before thrusting all the way in. Tobio stifled a gasp. The tears fell faster than before. Oikawa stayed still to let Tobio get used to it.
"Move it now!" Tobio demanded.
"That's no way to talk to your elders, Tobio-chan," Oikawa said mockingly before Tobio could shoot him a murderous glare. But Tobio didn't even flinch, just snorted in amusement. "What a demanding junior I have."
"Move it, you fucking idi— Ah, shit, Tooru!" Tobio couldn't finish because Oikawa cut him off as he thrust in and out. Repeating this every few minutes. Oikawa held Tobio's waist before thrusting with precise movements, roughly hitting Tobio's prostate, who moaned uncontrollably. Tobio's legs were on Oikawa's shoulders, who was also sweating.
"What were you saying?" Oikawa asked, not expecting a rhetorical answer. He was fucking Tobio hard. "I think I misheard, something like 'idiot'?" He thrust deeply, and Tobio moaned even louder. "What a bitch, Tobio-chan"
A particularly slow movement made Tobio groan loudly. Oikawa worried the neighbors would complain about the noise. But he quickly dismissed that thought, concentrating on bringing them both to orgasm. The thrusts were rough. Tobio gripped the sofa tightly. Oikawa pressed a hand to Tobio's lower stomach, who looked at him before his eyes turned white. As his legs trembled, he reached orgasm with a muffled cry. The sofa was stained with the white fluid.
Oikawa continued for several seconds. The thrusts became more forceful as he sought his own orgasm. Tobio moaned at Oikawa's movements before his own orgasm arrived, flooding his insides with slow kisses. Until Oikawa withdrew. He didn't notice when Oikawa picked him up and carried him to the bathroom to clean him, kissing the top of his head as he did so.
"I'll get mad at him another day," Tobio thought, but he knew his anger could never be delayed any longer if his lover's name was Oikawa Tooru. He thought with exasperation before falling asleep in his boyfriend's arms.