It's Just Team Bonding (HinataxKageyama)

Chapter 13

Just-a-little-light-smut warning

HINATA'S POV:

I reached for the hotel door handle in panic, but I was pulled back. Turning, my body collided with Kageyama's. My mind moved in slow motion, the sudden forceful contact making my head dizzy and my stomach flutter. My eyes were closed but the image of the boy infront of me was clear. I imagined what he looked like, what he was thinking, and what he was going to do next.

Kill me. He's going to kill me.

His hand reached around my head and into my hair, pulling down and forcing me to look up. I could feel his face getting closer to mine, but unlike before there was no hesitation. He pressed his lips into mine, holding them there for a second to wait for my reaction. A shock wave traveled down my body as he lifted his lips off of mine, still hovering millimeters away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap once again. He pulled me closer by the waist and glided his hand up the back of my shirt. I let out a heavy breath from his cold hand tracing my spine, which caused him to deepen the kiss. I had never kissed anyone before, but Kageyama seemed to know what to do, surprisingly. I let him lead the motion of the kiss, slowly becoming more confident in making mouth movement myself. His lips left mine and traveled down my neck. I tilted my head and let out a soft moan from the hickeys being formed. My vision went blurry and my only thought was him.

Him. Tobio Kageyama. Oh God. I pulled his face up from my neck to inspect. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and his hair was a mess. He stayed like that as I held his face in both my hands, radiating natural beauty.

He's not even trying.

"How did you learn how to kiss like this?" I panted out.

He was silent, eyes still closed as he bit his bottom lip.

"Or just ignore me it's fine," I teased.

"Shut up," he softly groaned as he pulled me back into him. Our kiss was more clean and intense this time after I got some experience. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. My hands traveled into his hair, his hitch of breath telling me that was the right move. Still holding me he pressed me up against the wall, our mouths never leaving each other's. All my other senses dimmed as my sense of touch exploded with ability. I could feel it all, his lips on mine, the cold wall pressed against my back, his big hands holding my legs around him. It felt amazing. I could feel his warm breath escaping from his mouth into mine, his tongue occasionally mixing with mine. The mood of the room was fast and passionate, yet his movements mimicked his playing style on the court: slow and thought out with a clean and swift execution.

He lifted me off the wall and threw me on the bed, taking his shirt off and standing at the foot of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and dragged me down the mattress so my inner thighs met his. He took my shirt off, and I covered my face with my hands, it's redness obvious. He moved his left hand, pinning both my wrists over my head.

"Don't cover your face." He breathed. His hoarse voice was soft but stern.

His other hand moved down my shirtless top, stopping at my jeans.

"Wait," I stuttered.

He paused and looked me in the eye, his hunger leaking out of his flustered yet collected composure. I was too scared to say anything, I didn't want to make him mad at me. I looked away from his face and out the window. The sun was getting ready to set, its body already half hidden by the infamous buildings that constructed present Tokyo. My eyes adjusted to its brightness as the silhouettes of the city transitioned into a beautiful collage of modern man-made commodities, half the city already succumbing to the darkness of the skyscraper's shadows. The color palette of Tokyo darkened and the artificial neon emerged to take to place of the sun, once again lighting up the streets.

"Do you want to stop?" I stared back at the boy standing over me, his body being contoured by the remaining sun rays showing through the glass.

I hesitantly nodded and he lifted his hands up, sighing and jumping back-first next to me on the bed. There was silence between us. I felt bad.

"I'm sorry," I said.

He stared at the ceiling. "Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."

More silence followed, yet the awkwardness of the situation had faded, at least for me. I felt at peace as I watched the sun sink, letting itself be taken by the night.

KAGEYAMA'S POV:

I laid there, staring straightforward and watching the ceiling dim as the light outside decreased. I was fully prepared to have sex with him, yet I was the one that asked him if he wanted to stop. I could sense his hesitation, only a dick wouldn't have stopped.

Plus we have a volleyball game tomorrow.

It seemed like volleyball for the first time in years, was second in my mind. I looked over as the ginger stared out the wall window.

I wonder what he's thinking about.

I wanted to reach out and comfort him, to assure him that he did nothing wrong, to tell him about Emi, to tell him about everything. My body pounded and my throat tightened as I held back my urges and emotions. I truly need Hinata, I didn't want anything to ruin whatever  we had.

I sat up on the bed, placing my head in my hands and sighing. I felt a hand on my shoulder, that small amount of reassurance comforting my confused and aggravated feelings. I stood up and walked over to my suitcase to grab a jacket.

"Do you want to go get ice cream?"