Dancing With Fire | h.harem

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Before Shouyou could voice his confusion, Tsukishima pushed his lips against his softly and allowed them to mold together.

He felt Shouyou's body tense and his breathing cease, so he pulled away, the nearly inaudible sound of their lips separating causing Tsukisima's stomach to flip. "W-What... was that for?" Shouyou whispered, his eyes wide.

The blond didn't answer, only staring at Shouyou's lush thighs and focusing on the tingle left behind from their brief kiss. He brought his head back up slowly, his mind unable to comprehend anything but: I want to feel him again. I want to taste him.

Their lips connected once again, this time it was deeper- warmer, and he was able to feel how soft and plump Shouyou's lips actually were. He straightened his back more, placing both his hands on either side of the ginger's pudgy cheeks and turning their heads in sync.

Tsukishima could feel their lips slip perfectly in place and nearly groaned at the ecstasy. When the blond pulled away, his eyes met with Shouyou's shimmering, puzzled ones.

Really, Tsukishima felt bad for using Shouyou like this- he really did, but he was just so-so irresistible.

Apologizing crossed his mind for a moment, but all his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Shouyou hummed under his breath, bringing a hand up to his lips with an adorable blush spreading across his cheeks.

It was as if his body had moved on his own. Again and again, their lips connected, until Tsukishima slipped his tongue into the ginger's mouth, holding his face steady with his hand as the other one went to pull Shouyou close by his waist.

"Mngh~" Shouyou moaned into the kiss, his small body melting against Tsukishima's. Their tongues danced together rhythmically, with Tsukishima as the one leading. The blond opened his eyes slightly when they pulled away for a short breath.

Just as the ginger was about to open his watery, melting eyes, Tsukishima reconnected their lips, running his hands down either side of Shouyou's waist. Small hands pushed at his chest, so he pulled away.

"E-Enough..." The ginger breathed out, panting lightly as he held onto Tsukishima weakly for support. Tsukishima also breathed erratically, wiping away some of the saliva from his chin as he stared at the ginger with newfound interest.

"I-I feel, ngh, weird..." Shouyou used the blond as a crutch as he slipped off the counter, falling into Tsukishima's arms. A sigh left his lips. "Sorry," the blond muttered, lifting Shouyou up bridal style and making his way back to his room after flipping the light switch off.

He carefully laid the ginger down, his mind oddly calm. The only thoughts he had were of Shouyou, who seemed to blush every time their eyes met.

"Um, good-goodnight," the ginger whispered, turning on his side and curling into Tsukishima's blankets. The sight almost lifted Tsukishima's lips into an odd smile. Almost.

He crawled beneath his blankets on the opposite side, his body aching to hold Shouyou's small, addicting body once again. His eyes shut and the blond finally drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Shouyou had yet to fall asleep. He was halfway there until an arm dropped over his waist and pulled him into a warm embrace. Their bodies were so close together that Shouyou could feel Tsukishima's calm heartbeat against his back and his breath ruffling his fluffy hair.

His cheeks heated up and he quickly shut his eyes, trying desperately to fall asleep. Eventually, he did, relaxing in Tsukishima's grip and relishing in the warmth.

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After practice, the team was called together by Ukai and Takeda, who handed out a small, stapled packet to each of the members.

"There's going to be a two-week long training camp at Shiratorizawa to prepare for the Winter Prelims, so we're going to extend afternoon practice by two hours. It's in three weeks, so we gotta up our game!"

Ukai pumped a fist into the air, and the team followed with a shout of agreement.

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A week later

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Shouyou sighed, glancing out at the bright, full moon for a minute before tossing his blanket to the side and standing up. Quietly rustling around his room, he began to collect a pair of casual clothing, which only consisted of a blue t-shirt and a pair of black shorts and sandals.

Once he had gathered his belongings, he made his way down the stairs of his home, writing a short note to his mother that he had left early. The walk to his destination was short, and when he arrived at the flowery, open field, he dropped his bag beside him and began digging through it.

His small hands gripped at his contact poi, and he swiftly pulled them from his bag. They were only simple, orange LED ones. Since he's been using fire for the last four or so years, these were now, seemingly, unneeded.

Thinking back on everything that had happened, he was glad he had kept them. Gulping, he began twirling both in either one of his hands to get a feel for it.

When he was sure his body was warmed up, his twirling became more exuberant, and, soon, a smile had made its way onto his face. He slipped his shoes and shirt off to feel the sun warm his skin.

The tricks he had learned at a young age were still burned into his memory, and he completed them as if it were second nature for him. Shouyou's small body twirled effortlessly with the weighted balls swinging around him so fast that they were mere flashes of light.

The smile on his face couldn't possibly be any brighter as a wave of nostalgia hit him. It wasn't bad memories about that time on the stage, it was simple childhood remembrances.

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"Woah!" Three-year-old Shouyou exclaimed, holding the small contact poi in his hand with a large, shimmering smile. "Mommy uses these too! Can I be like Mommy now?!"

Mrs. Hinata smiled softly at her son, bending down to lift him up into the air. "Of course you can! I'll help you learn all kinds of cool tricks!" She laughed out, bringing her precious son in to kiss his forehead. "Happy birthday, Shou."

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When he finally stopped, he dropped his hands to the side, peaking his eyes open as tears glossed over them. Oh, God, he missed this so much.

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