Earthquake - Oihina fic

Chapter 29

Hinata took Oikawa into his mouth, careful not to hit the setter's cock with his teeth - he struggled but managed to suck with his tongue and the sides of his mouth making the head even more wet. The groans and heavy breathing coming from above told Hinata that perhaps experimentation was the best way forward.

Hinata withdrew and licked his lips before rubbing them gently on the top underside of Oikawa's dick - he locked eyes with the setter -

'Fuck, Sho -'

Oikawa was gripping the doorframe with one hand and his other was still tightly clinging to Hinata's volleyball shirt. Hinata could see the despair -

And loved making Oikawa like this.

He smiled. 'What is it?' Hinata murmured against Oikawa's dick, 'is it me doing this?' Hinata titled his head and rubbed his perfectly parted lips against the frenulum again and watched Oikawa come undone, struggling to keep still, the setter's chest heaving with shaky breaths. Hinata stared into those magnetic cobra eyes as he used his tongue to do exactly the same thing - Oikawa breathed a moan and clawed at Hinata's shirt tighter.

'Yes,' Oikawa breathed, breathless, 'and it's the way you're looking at me.'

Ohhh.

Was that a factor? Something as small as... eye contact?

But Hinata could not give it much thought as his arm was starting to hurt from carrying his weight. He let go of Oikawa's dick with his left hand and placed his hand down, between Oikawa's legs, as his right hand took charge of Oikawa instead.

Oikawa was about to suggest something more comfortable but all thought was blown out of his mind as Hinata started sucking the head of his dick carefully, trying to use the pressure of his lips and the sides of his mouth more and moving his hand in time with his mouth -

'Shit Shoyo -!'

Hinata stopped and considered Oikawa, glowing, and for one wild moment he thought he might burst into laughter: the setter was clinging onto the car as if he was holding onto the wing of an aeroplane.

Pride coursed through Hinata and he felt a fire in his belly. What was... this feeling? It wasn't like he was physically getting anything out of this, it wasn't like the times Oikawa touched him or even when the setter used his mouth but still... Hinata felt sky high, euphoric, exhilarated. If I can just get a rhythm...

Hinata knew what Oikawa liked with his hand so he started with that - he gripped Oikawa, not too firmly, not too lightly either, and started massaging the setter's dick with his hand - Oikawa groaned - good - Hinata placed his mouth around the head, he tried to take it in deeper but immediately he drew back as he started coughing and his eyes watered -

The hand gripping the back of his volleyball shirt let go and delicately stroked his hair instead.

'Don't push yourself,' Oikawa whispered above him.

But Hinata felt his own innate whip of frustration; he wanted to be good at this, he wanted to get good immediately even though he knew Oikawa was right - it would take patience, practice and time. His arms were aching from holding up his weight, and his nose was starting to run for some reason -

But -

Hinata was not the sort of person to give up.

Still leaning on his left hand, he sniffed and used his right to tease Oikawa's dick some more and Oikawa could not help slightly gyrating and bucking his hips into Hinata's girlish dainty hand. The primitive grunts coming from the setter helped nullify some of Hinata's feelings of inadequacy as Oikawa seemed to be getting some kind of pleasure -