Payback. [Kagehina Smut]

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Hinata was beautiful.

From everyday, to when Kageyama would set to him in courts, Hinata always had that special gleam in his eyes.

Kageyama wasn't stupid, he knew that the gleam Hinata held (like fire engulfing his warm eyes, eclipsing to a new sun-lit dawn) was only for him, unless it wasn't and did that make Kageyama feel, things,

Like wanting to slam the volleyball, to spike it with hands made out of stone bones and clenching fists.

But it also made Kageyama feel like tears, pricking (a rose with no thorns) eyes, and he swears if he looks up he'll be in a lonely court with judging eyes.

But he swore, never again.

So Kageyama doesn't spike the ball into the ground, and he looks towards the sun, annoyingly bright, decadently plentiful.

And is it bad if he wants a piece of sunshine from his boyfriend? A souvenir to make them remember?

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Kageyama swears Hinata's lips taste just like him.

They're warm, a bit spicy (like his eyes and determination, Kageyama notes,) with an overall taste of sweet bubblegum and cotton candy.

Kageyama swears he could do this forever, kissing Hinata on his parent's couch, gone for the weekend with Natsu too. The perfect timing for the perfect night, after all. Kageyama's hands drifted from the sides of Hinata's face to his waist. Kageyama personally loved how little and tiny Hinata was. He seemed delicate, but as soon as he stepped on the court all illusions were shattered.

He could feel Hinata push up against him, eagerly reaching up to wrap his arms around Kageyama's neck. Kageyama peeled Hinata's faded t-shirt off, ghosting his fingers down the boy's chest and waist, not believing that this was in front of him. He leaned down and kissed Hinata's neck, traveling down the pale skin, a smooth expanse down his chest and stomach. He could feel the ginger boy squirm underneath him, looking under his lashes, he could see Hinata's beetroot face.

"To-Tobio.. S-S.. Stop.." Kageyama traveled up to give Hinata a kiss, before going back to trailing kisses on Hinata's jawline and neck. "What? do you not like it Shoyou?" He felt Hinata squirm against him for friction. Guess not, he smirked.

Hinata pouted, lips sore from the pulling and biting. "No fair," he whined, pulling at the hem of Kageyama's shirt. Kageyama sat up, raising his arms up so Hinata could take his shirt off, before the ginger spiker pushed at the setter for him to sit back.
Sitting at the end of the couch, he watched Hinata settle himself onto Kageyama's lap. The boy settled his weight down, "Oh sorry, just," Hinata squirmed again, "trying to get comfortable."

Kageyama grabbed Hinata's hips. He couldn't come too soon. Not before Hinata at least. He squeezed, loving the feeling of the boy's ass. Massaging tenderly before squeezing again. Hinata buried his face into Kageyama's shoulder before rutting against him. 'Payback' Hinata thought.

Kageyama smacked his ass, loving the jiggle from the normally firm feeling. He'd have to thank Ennoshita sometime for all the squats they'd been doing during conditioning.

What Kageyama loved most though was the sound that came out of Hinata's mouth.

The boy keened, a high whining pitch was barely audible from where he was burying his head in Kageyama's neck. Hinata looked at Kageyama, "s-stop teasing," the boy cut his sentence short at another slap from Kageyama, instantly squirming against the taller boy's chest. "Kageya-maaa," he moaned, "You'll get one hit for every time you're a bad boy."