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Just as Hinata was about to click on Akaashi's contact, his phone began buzzing. He sat up in his bed and noticed it was from the man himself. Without hesitation, he slid the answer button over and put the phone to his ear.
"Akaashi-Senpai!" Hinata said happily through the phone. "I was just about to call you!" On the other end, Akaashi laid on his bed, playing around with the zipper on his pants. "You were?" Hinata giggled and confirmed Akaashi's question.
"Did you need something though, Akaashi-Senpai?"
"Um, I'm not really sure why I called you if I'm being honest. I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. What are you doing right now?"
"I'm just laying on my bed. My mom and sister aren't home right now, so I'm kind of bored."
Akaashi unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down slowly. "Hinata, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. I meant to say it before the camp ended, but I never really got a chance to be alone with you."
"What did you need to tell me, Akaashi-Senpai?" Akaashi reveled in the sweet tone of his crush and the way his name rolled off his tongue. He began to play with himself through his underwear, a quiet hiss passing his lips.
"I love you, Hinata. I want you to be mine... if you're okay with that."
Hinata froze the words bouncing around in his head. "Akaashi-Senpai loves... me?" Hinata asked himself, but Akaashi heard it.
"Yes, I do. I love you so much. I've loved you since the first time I saw you. I want to talk to you, and touch you, and kiss you. I want you here with me so bad. I miss you," Akaashi began muttering as he pulled his dick out of his underwear.
"I...I wouldn't mind doing any of those things with you. I love... I love Akaashi-Senpai too... I think." Hinata felt his stomach flip when a strange noise passed through the phone.
"Can you say that again?"
Akaashi groaned into the phone, feeling his cock pulse in his hand. "I love you too, Akaashi-Senpai!" Hinata said more clearly with a large smile on his face, but he felt a strange feeling flow through his body at the noises Akaashi was making.
"Se-Senpai, why are you making those noises? Th-They're making me feel weird..." Hinata rubbed his thighs together absently. Akaashi flicked his finger over his tip, his breath hitching.
"Hinata, I want you to grab your penis and rub it like how Bokuto-San did when we were in the shower. It'll make you feel better, I promise," Akaashi moaned through the phone.
Hinata, though hesitant, lowered his shorts and underwear down to his knees as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. As instructed, he placed his hand on it, noticing how it flinched at the attention.
A small moan left Hinata's mouth. "What-What now, Akaashi-Senpai?" Hinata asked, his voice an octave lower. It made him sound extra cute. Akaashi's mind wandered to a world where Hinata was with him in his bed and he was teaching him how to masturbate in person.
"Keep rubbing it. Rub it as much as your body wants. Ugh, you're doing great Hinata. Ah, God.!"
Akaashi threw his head back in ecstasy, imagining his hand was Hinata's. Hinata rubbed his small fingers around his cock clumsily, but it was enough for him to get hard (since he's not used to touching).
"Sen-Senpai~ It feels good~" Hinata closed his eyes and spread his legs out.
"Hinata, oh my god, Hinata. You sound so fucking sexy. Keep touching yourself."
As he was rubbing his cock, his finger ghosted over his tip and his whole body jerked as a louder moan escaped his lips. This didn't go unnoticed by Akaashi.
"What did you do, Babe? Did you touch your tip?"
Akaashi craved the details since he couldn't be with Hinata at that moment. He discretely thanked God for his observation skills and imagination. "Ye-Yeah, I- ah~ I think I... did," Hinata moaned out.
"Do it again, babe. You'll- ugh~ you'll feel super good."
It turned Akaashi on more knowing that Hinata was following his orders. "Ah, Senpai! Feels so good, 'kaashi-Senpai!" Shakily, Hinata dropped the phone onto his bed and put it on speaker, rubbing his finger on his tip.
Precum dripped from it continuously, wetting his petite hand.
"Hinata, God, you're such a- hgh~ turn on. Keep going, babe. I'm about to- ha~ cum." Akaashi imagined Hinata's sweet scent flowing through his room as he played with his dick. He imagined his delicate body hugging around his more muscly form as his dick slid into his tight hole.
Multiple scenes of the same nature played in Akaashi's head, bringing him closer and closer to his climax. "Senpai! Hah~ I- ah~ It feels... to... hugh~" Hinata could finish his sentence as he came into his hand.
Hearing the beautiful, angel-like sounds coming from the ginger, Akaashi was pushed to his edge and also ejaculated into his hand. The two quieted down as they attempted to catch their breaths and come down from their highs.
"Senpai... I wish you were here right now," Hinata whined, wiping his hand with a tissue from his nightstand, his eyes half-lidded. Akaashi swallowed his saliva, clearing his throat.
"I wish I could hold you right now. I'll come visit you one day, so wait for me, okay? I miss you so much." Akaashi rubbed his eyes with his hand. His arms ached for the unique warmth that emitted from Hinata.
"Akaashi-Senpai... I love you," Hinata said as happy as he could. "Let's do this again when we meet in person!" A laugh escaped Akaashi's lips.
"Let's. I love you so much, Hinata. Thank you for doing this with me." Hinata giggled, already excited for their next meet up. "See you soon, Akaashi!" A wide, happy grin appeared on Akaashi's face. "See you soon."
Hinata hung up the phone and smashed his face into his pillow with a flushed face. He let out a joyful squeal, it being muffled by the cotton in his pillow. Little did he know that Akaashi was doing that exact same thing.
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A/n:
Sorry, this one's so short!! I couldn't really think of anything else other than what's here. I hope you guys aren't mad! >-<
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