By the time Hinata re-emerged, fragrant steam billowed from the pot on the stove, filling the home with the scent of miso, noodles, ham, and spices. Kageyama served up a couple bowls, careful to be gentle with the precious soft-boiled eggs on top.
"She said it's fine! She'll pick us up tomorrow, and you can spend Christmas with us!" Hinata ducked under one of Kageyama's arms to get right in the way, and wrap his arms around Kageyama. He peppered his jaw with little kisses as Kageyama chuckled and tried not to spill their dinner. Kageyama pressed a light kiss to the top of Hinata's head in return. Hinata's hair tickled his cheeks as he stayed close, just for a moment, enjoying it.
"Thanks," Kageyama murmured.
"No problem! I can't wait—we'll have lots of good food, and we can make a snowman, and play volleyball outside, and you'll get to meet Natsu and my mom, and we can stay up late—it's gonna be great, I promise!"
"I can't wait, too." Kageyama grinned at Hinata's enthusiasm and leaned down to steal a proper kiss. He felt Hinata's arms loop around his shoulders, and wrapped an arm around him in return. "You're dinner's gonna get cold," he warned, lips a breath away from Hinata's.
"Hmm," Hinata pressed closer, kissing him back sweetly, undeterred. Abandoning their ramen was so tempting—the kisses were heady and soft, warm and addictive. Kageyama lost himself in them for a moment, eyes closing contentedly. Heat rose inside of him as their tongues met, hesitant at first, then more insistent. He forgot how to breathe. Instead, he memorized this moment, burning it into his memory and holding Hinata close. He swept his tongue against Hinata's one last time, savoring the way the smaller boy leaned into him. Nipping at his lower lip, Kageyama pulled back despite Hinata's protests.
"You're ramen's gonna get soggy," he pointed out breathlessly.
"I don't care about that—" Hinata grumbled, tugging on Kageyama's shirt to try to pull him back down. He sulked visibly. Too cute.
"Eat your dinner, dumbass," Kageyama bumped his forehead against Hinata's, grinning. "It's not like I'm going anywhere, you know. Besides, we practiced hard today—I will NOT have you fainting because you skipped dinner after all that. Besides." Heat rose to his cheeks with the admission. "I made it especially for you. So. You should eat it, at least."
Hinata's scowl evaporated at the last few words, and he frowned a little. Standing on tiptoes, he stole one more kiss—a small one—and wiggled out of Kageyama's arms to pick up one of the bowls on the counter. "Okay, okay."
Kageyama reached over for the other bowl, and lead the way over to sit at the table. The ramen had cooled down a bit… but the noodles weren't soggy, yet.
"Thanks for the meal," Hinata mumbled, looking down at his ramen in growing interest as he picked up a softboiled egg with his chopsticks.
"You're welcome," Kageyama teased, grinning as Hinata reddened and shot him a look.
The two made short work of the ramen, remembering their hunger as they dug in, twin satisfied sighs escaping them as chopsticks settled in empty bowls. Kageyama put the bowls away, and glanced back at Hinata who'd reclaimed his spot on the couch. Maybe it was early… but the last thing Kageyama wanted was to forget the small gift he'd tucked away for him. Even if they hadn't been dating long, Hinata meant the world to him—even if he'd rather tease him than admit it—and small moments like these brightened the setter's life in ways that words could never do justice to. Simple things like sharing meals, sharing kisses, extra practice late into the evening.
"Hey."
"Hm?" Hinata looked over, curiosity piqued.
"I… got you something." Kageyama ruffled Hinata's hair on his way into his bedroom, and picked up the small blue package atop his nightstand. Three carefully wrapped boxes were tied together with a golden ribbon in a neat bow. He'd meant to bring it out into the living room, but when he turned, Hinata was there, eyes bright with interest.
"Kageyama…."
"Here." He pushed the boxes into Hinata's hands and sat on his bed. Even though it wasn't polite to watch someone open a gift… formality had been thrown out the window since day one with the duo. "It's not much but… I hope you'll like it."
"Oh! For me? But it's not even Christmas yet Bakageyama—" Hinata laughed, but he hugged the package close nonetheless.
"It's okay, you can open it whenever."
"Really?"
"Really."
Hinata grinned down at his small armful. "Well… if you're SURE. But—Kageyama you didn't need to get me three things! You better not have overdone it!"
Kageyama wrinkled his nose. "I'll get you as many presents as I want, dumbass, it's not like you actually have to give me anything in return you know—I just… like seeing you smile." The sentence trailed off into a low mumble toward the end, and he looked away sheepishly. Hinata wouldn't have it, though.
"Of course I got you something! I get to give you presents, too, you know! And," Hinata's grin turned devilish. "I like your smile, too."
Heat rose to Kageyama's face. "Just—open your present already."
"Hmm, okay!" Hinata pulled the blue paper off of the boxes in record time, golden ribbon drapped over one of his arms haphazardously as he opened the first box. A collection of decorative peppermint bark nestled inside, fragrant and colorful with red swirled candy pieces mixed into dark and white chocolate. "Ooh, it smells good," Hinata hummed, setting it carefully to the side before investigating the next box. A pastel pink and yellow scarf was folded carefully inside, soft as a dream. His eyes lit up, and that beautiful, bright-as-sunshine smile that Kageyama adored so much spread across his lips as he draped it around his shoulders experimentally. "Oh! Kageyama, this is NICE! And—it's so soft…!"
Kageyama grinned a little, glad he liked it. The soft colors somehow suited the loud, tiny spiker. "It looks nice on you," he offered, in a rare honest compliment.
Scarf still wrapped around him, Hinata opened the last box, and his bright smile shifted to surprise. "Kageyama…."
Kageyama frowned, hearing the change in the redhead's tone. "You don't like it?"
"No that's not…! I just, you definitely went overboard Kageyama! This is way too nice—I couldn't possibly accept this!" Hinata reached down, pulling the pendant from the box. A small stone caught the light in a flash of color, tiny silver wings spread to either side. The white metal of the chain pooled in Hinata's hand around it.
"It's not that big of a deal," Kageyama retorted. His frown deepened, though. Maybe Hinata didn't like it, after all. Hinata seemed shocked. Good shocked or bad shocked, it was hard to tell.
Hinata clutched the pendant close to his chest with one hand, and smacked Kageyama with an empty box repeatedly with the other, protesting loudly. "You went to too much trouble Bakagayama! This is too much!"
Kageyama batted the box away. "Oi, stop hitting me already," he grumbled. Hinata leaned against him. "Do you like it or not?"
"Of course I like it! I love it!" Hinata's head whipped up. Tears clung to his lashes, and for a moment Kageyama stared, stunned. "Help me put it on," Hinata mumbled—not quite a question, but close enough.
Kageyama's lips pulled into a small smile. "Sure." He took the pendant carefully and slid it around Hinata's neck, fastening it in back. It rested, shining, over Hinata's chest, flashing with every movement the smaller boy made. Hinata scooped the pendant into his hands, looking down at it, and finally, he smiled. He smiled down at the pendant as if it were the most precious thing in the world, cradling it close. And then, he turned that same heartfelt look to Kageyama.
"Kageyama… thank you."
Kageyama was used to Hinata's teasing and his jokes. Such sincere words caught him off guard. He pulled Hinata close, hugging him tight, and shook his head. "I'm glad you like them," he murmured, brushing off the thanks as he peppered kisses over the top of Hinata's head.
"I have presents for you, too, you know," Hinata reminded him, kissing over his jaw. "They're at home, though… but I didn't forget."
"Amazing," Kageyama teased, chuckling as Hinata squawked in protest and aimed a light punch at his side.
"Hey!"
"You didn't have to get me anything, you know."
"I wanted to, I already told you!" Hinata glared up at him, indignant. "And… since I don't have anything to give you back until we go to my house…." He leaned up, and his lips met Kageyama's in a soft kiss. Kageyama melted into it, pulling Hinata close against him. And Kageyama really thought that the kiss was what Hinata referred to—as they gravitated closer and their kisses shifted from soft and sweet to deep and heady—until Hinata pulled back, as breathless and flushed as Kageyama felt. He clumsily picked up the box of peppermint bark. "I'll share these with you."
Kageyama huffed. "Those are yours, dumbass. You don't have to share them with me." He was already leaning in to pick up where they left off with kissing when Hinata shoved a piece of it in his face.
"I—I want to share them with you! Just accept my offer already!"
"You're sure being difficult tonight," Kageyama pointed out. He sighed—only to have a piece of the peppermint back shoved into his mouth. Caught somewhere between surprise and irritation, he reached up for the chocolate. Hinata was faster. The smaller redhead leaned close, halfway in Kageyama's lap as he took a small bite from the end sticking out. Kageyama could feel Hinata's breath tickle against his face, and nearly forgot about the chocolate altogether. Hinata licked his lips, looking up at Kageyama with pure mischief. Bastard. He was way too smooth, sometimes.
"You're the one being difficult," Hinata teased, nibbling at what was left of the chocolate.
Heat rose to Kageyama's face. He managed to get the chocolate down without choking by some miracle before their lips met in a minty kiss. This time, it was Kageyama reaching for the chocolate. He offered it to Hinata, who took it admittedly more graciously than he had. Leaning forward, Kageyama shared the sweet bite, licking remnants of white chocolate from the smaller boy's lips. With each piece of peppermint bark, the game grew more heated. They became bolder, Hinata straddling Kageyama's lap, arched up against him as Kageyama tangled his free hand in his unruly hair and trailed kisses over Hinata's jaw. He made his way over his throat, and nibbled at his earlobe, savoring the soft sounds every swipe of his tongue and gentle bite earned. Kageyama offered the last small piece, and instead of sharing it 'nicely' like they had (mostly) been doing, Hinata took the whole piece of chocolate into his mouth, along with Kageyama's finger, and ran his tongue from the base all the way to the tip. He licked his lips, looking far too satisfied.
Kageyama couldn't take his eyes off of the redhead; heat pooled low in his stomach. He kissed Hinata, hard, before the chocolate was even gone. Traces of it lingered on Hinata's tongue. The deep kiss had nothing to do with the chocolate, or their unspoken game, and everything to do with the way Hinata had looked at him up through his lashes, amber eyes full of mischief as he'd pulled that last stunt.
A surprised, muffled sound escaped into the kiss as Kageyama pushed Hinata down. He braced one arm to the side to avoid crushing the smaller boy. Soft gasps punctuated their kisses; Kageyama's tongue met Hinata's again and again. He grazed Hinata's tongue with his teeth and dragged them over the redhead's lower lip. Hinata's legs wrapped around his waist. Kageyama let out a soft, appreciative hiss as he felt just how affected they both were by all of this. The sounds Hinata let out were wanton and wonderful all at once. Soft moans and little stuttered gasps tore from his throat, broken pieces of Kageyama's name murmured from kiss-swollen lips. His cheeks flushed and those warm eyes darkened with need. Hinata's fingers gripped the back of Kageyama's shirt and tangled in his hair. It was all the encouragement he needed.
He lavished kisses and soft bites over Hinata's neck—careful not to leave a mark, at least not there—tongue darting out to soothe each spot after plenty of teasing. His hand slid under Hinata's shirt, palm sliding over the other boy's stomach. Hinata's breath hitched, his back arched as he pressed up into Kageyama's hand. The redhead abandoned tugging at Kageyama's hair, both hands fisting in his shirt instead as he pulled it insistently upward.
"K… Kageyama, come ON."
He couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle at how frustrated and undone Hinata was already. Unwrapping the scarf from Hinata's shoulders, he pushed the redhead's shirt up and pulled it off. Hinata struggled to help. Before he could reach for it, his own shirt was yanked up roughly. Kageyama growled at getting a face full of the fabric and ducked out of it. He felt Hinata's hands fumble with his pants next, fingers desperate and clumsy. Running his tongue over one of Hinata's nipples finally got Hinata to slow down. Kageyama nipped at it, worrying the sensitive bud with his teeth before soothing it with slow laps of his tongue. Hinata's hands fell away from his pants. His head tipped back with a soft moan. As Kageyama undid Hinata's pants, he trailed his bites and kisses lower, over the spiker's stomach. This time, when faint red marks lingered in his wake, they were left there deliberately. Each one the product of lavishing attention with tongue and teeth until Hinata arched up into him, and his legs wound around Kageyama. By the time Kageyama slid Hinata's pants down, he had to untangle himself—Hinata clung to him, breathing broken and needy and music to Kageyama's ears. He slid Hinata's boxers with his pants, exposing every inch below.
Hinata shifted, knees tucked together. A nervous hand shifted to grip the opposite arm as he reddened. Even it wasn't their first time, the newness of this—all of this—hadn't worn off yet.
Kageyama's eyes wandered down, memorizing every curve, every soft, toned muscle. He admired the delicate boy beneath him who was anything but that on the court. He treasured every detail: the shadow of Hinata's ginger lashes against his cheeks; the way his eyes grew dark with need even as pink rose to his cheeks, nose, and shoulders. He reached to cup Hinata's cheek in a hand to get him to stop hiding. Kageyama didn't mask the intensity of his gaze—he couldn't if he tried. Hinata was breathtaking in every sense of the word.
"Hinata," he soothed. Hinata reddened even more and turned into Kageyama's hand. "Hey. You don't have to look away—you know."
"D-don't call me so formally now of all times," Hinata grumbled, easily the shade of a tomato. "…Shouyou is fine."
Kageyama's voice softened even as his cheeks burned. "Shouyou…" He brushed a thumb over Hinata's cheek. Slowly, Hinata turned to look down at him. "You don't have to hide."
"It—it's embarrassing," Hinata stammered. "And…! I want to see you, too, it's not fair!"
Kageyama reddened, but it was a fair request. "All right, all right," he agreed. He leaned up to steal a quick kiss before slipping out of his pants. Hesitating, he reached to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull a couple small things out, setting them to the side.
"…Tobio?"
Kageyama was sure that he was glowing red. He glanced back to Hinata, and even though he knew the answer, asked, "you okay?"
Hinata nodded but tugged at the waistband of Kageyama's boxers. "C-come on," he demanded—as if he wasn't hiding with his knees tucked close and shoulders hunched.
Kageyama bit his lower lip and summoned his courage, sliding the boxers down, too. He wasn't used to feeling so exposed, still wasn't used to the burning intensity of Hinata's eyes sliding down his body. Heat pooled low inside of Kageyama. He slid a hand over Hinata's thigh, as much to steady himself as to try to get Hinata to relax. "I want to see you, too," he echoed, voice soft. Hinata's breath caught, but he relaxed, legs sliding down and shoulders sinking. They were both hard already, and even though he'd expected it, a shiver of anticipation still rolled down Kageyama's spine at the sight of Hinata's ego, upright and attentive. His hands slid further up the redhead's thigh, over his hip and his side. Kageyama leaned down, earning a sharp gasp as he pressed kisses to the inside of Hinata's thigh. "You don't—have any reason to hide," he murmured against the fair skin. "You're beautiful." It should be obvious—it seemed ridiculous that Hinata couldn't see it. He hoped if he said it enough, Hinata would start to.
Fingers curled in Kageyama's hair. "Y-you… you're the beautiful one," Hinata whispered.
Kageyama shook his head, nose bumping into Hinata's erection and earning a low, needy sound. He grinned at the reaction—he couldn't get enough of it. The soft, desperate sounds and the wanton expression that Hinata made were addicting. Smirking, Kageyama ran his tongue from the base all the way to the tip exactly where Hinata wanted him most, and delighted in the sharp keening sound that Hinata let out. The redhead's fingers tightened harder in Kageyama's hair; his head tipped back and his eyes grew dark and lidded. Hinata's lips parted and thighs trembled. It was so fucking good.
Kageyama took the tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around it; he gripped Hinata's hips in one hand to steady him. Hinata grabbed his other hand, squeezing it. He kept one hand tangled in Kageyama's hair. Breathy moans greeted Kageyama's ears as he took his sweet time teasing Hinata with long, slow drags of his tongue. It wasn't long before Hinata begged for more, hips shaking and voice broken.
"T… Tobio! Please—ah, please, I need—I need more…!"
Kageyama felt his hand—the one tangled with Hinata's—yanked higher. Before he could ask what Hinata was doing, he felt Hinata's mouth on his index finger, hot and wet. Hinata's tongue found his middle finger, too, before sucking both of them into his mouth insistently. Arousal spiked through Kageyama, so hot and heady that he hissed in surprise. He took Hinata into his mouth, as deep as he could. His tongue slid over the underside as he sucked around the sensitive flesh. Hinata's hips jerked under his hand, and the muffled cry that he let out was music to Kageyama's ears. Dragging back, Kageyama dipped his tongue into the slit of Hinata's tip before taking him deep once more. Hinata let out a symphony of soft, desperate cries, hips shaking and bucking under Kageyama's hand. The redhead's death grip on his wrist eased up. Hinata's mouth felt so good, but Kageyama slid his hand free. Moving it further down, he pressed one finger against Hinata's entrance, rubbing the saliva-slickened digit against it. He pressed harder and slid it slowly inside of Hinata.
The response was immediate. Hinata arched up with a sound that should be illegal it was so good, and his legs spread shakily. He bit his lower lip, both hands fisting in Kageyama's hair and expression screwed up in an expression caught somewhere between pleasure, discomfort, and desperation. Kageyama carefully pressed his finger upward to find that one sweet spot. He took Hinata deep into his mouth to take the redhead's mind off of it and rubbed his thumb over Hinata's hip encouragingly.
It didn't take him long to find the right spot. Hinata's hips snapped forward—even with Kageyama's hand trying to hold him down—driving Hinata deeper into Kageyama's mouth. He felt Hinata's ego hit the back of his throat. The threat of tears burned at his eyes as he slowly pulled back and remembered how to breathe. It was worth it, though. Any sign of discomfort had been erased from Hinata's expression; broken pleas left the redhead's lips as he begged for more, more, please, and he pressed back down against Kageyama's finger.
Kageyama slid off of Hinata's length. He dragged his tongue from the base to the tip and licked away the precum beading there. Pressing another finger into Hinata, he worked and stretched him slowly, pressing kisses and licks and breathing soft puffs of air against Hinata's straining erection. It didn't take long before he had three lubed fingers into him, and Hinata was ready and begging for more.
"K… T-Tobio…! Please, I—I need you, please,"
Hinata tugged at Kageyama's hair with shaking hands. With one last lick for good measure, Kageyama pulled back and slipped his fingers out of Hinata. Hinata whined at the sudden lack of attention; "hurry—please, ah, fuck, T-Tobio…."
"I know, I am," Kageyama reassured him, reaching for the condom next to them and opening the package. Evidently it wasn't fast enough for Hinata, though. Before he had a chance to do much more than that, Hinata fumbling hands were on Kageyama's and he was pushing the condom down against Kageyama's cock with no finesse and little effectiveness. Kageyama cursed; every brush of Hinata's hands sending small jolts of arousal through him. He reached down to help. It took both of them and more patience that Kageyama thought he possessed in order to get it on with Hinata's 'help.' Hinata scrambled for the lube, pouring a (too) generous amount of it onto Kageyama. He hissed.
"Fuck, that's cold—"
And Hinata was pulling him close, arms wrapped around his shoulders, grinding up against him. Kageyama bit back a moan. He grinded against Hinata in return before he reaching down to line himself up. Pressing slow and hard against Hinata's entrance, he grit his teeth. Hinata clung to him hard. His arms stayed tight around Kageyama, and his fingers tugged at Kageyama's hair again. Kageyama slid in, slowly, an inch at a time, and tight, searing heat surrounded him. Head falling against Hinata's, their foreheads pressed together as Kageyama gasped. He fought every instinct to thrust hard and instead eased himself in carefully.
Hinata's breath caught. His hold tightened to a death grip as Kageyama sank all the way in.
"That's my good boy," Kageyama breathed, fingers soothing through Hinata's hair. He pressed a soft kiss to Hinata's lips, struggling to remember how to breathe. He gave Hinata a moment to relax around him. Hinata's shaky, broken breaths slowly evened, and he returned Kageyama's kiss. His death grip eased, and his legs wrapped loosely around Kageyama's waist.
"…mm, Tobio…."
Hinata shifted a little, hips leaning forward against Kageyama's, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He gasped with it, instinctively grinding into Hinata before pulling back and starting into a rhythm—slow, at first, then faster, harder. His hips rocked forward to meet Hinata's, thrusting into his heat. His hand found one of Hinata's, and he twined his fingers with the smaller boy's. They moved together, Kageyama's soft, appreciative moans and sharp, gasps of delight punctuating Hinata's increasingly desperate cries. Every time he thrust in just right, Hinata's whole body arched up into him, and the smaller boy pressed back. He tightened around Kageyama, sending jolts of pleasure surging through him.
"T-Tobio," Hinata gasped, pulling Kageyama closer, hips bucking to meet his. "Harder—faster, please, I—I'm close…!"
"Fuck," Kageyama thrust into him hard. He hit that sweet spot and earned a chorus of delighted moans from Hinata. "Me too…" Heat pooled low inside of him, and every push of Hinata's hips, every tightening twitch pulled low moans from his lips between shared, wet kisses. He plowed into Hinata faster, as fast as he could, inspired by the way Hinata twitched and tightened around him, enveloping him in slippery heat. Each thrust sank home hard. Giving silent thanks for the overabundance of lube Hinata used, Kageyama hammering into him slickly as they clung to each other.
Hinata cried out sharply—he pressed up into Kageyama, shaking and tense. His seed spilled over both of them as his head fell back in utter bliss.
"T… Tobio…!"
He tightened hard around Kageyama—pushing him over the edge. Sweet, blinding ecstasy washed over him as he emptied himself into the condom, and thrust into Hinata a few last, shaky times. "Sh… Shouyou," he moaned, squeezing Hinata's hand. His strength abandoned to a blissed-out haze. He pulled Shouyou close with one arm, rolling them onto their sides. Hinata's legs draped still around his waist. Their arms lingered around each other as the two remembered how to breathe. Kageyama peppered tired kisses over Hinata's head, then their lips met. Hinata smiled into the kiss—it was infectious; Kageyama's lips tugged into a content grin as he held the smaller boy close. With Hinata cradled in his arms, he almost nodded off. Exhaustion and the lingering haze of pleasure lured him toward sleep. Hinata's eyes drifted closed, too.
"Mm, we should clean you up," Kageyama murmured.
"Hmm…."
Hinata's eyes didn't open, he just nuzzled closer. Smiling a little, Kageyama sat them up despite Hinata's murmured complaints.
"Come on."
With a soft hiss, he pulled out of Hinata, slipped off the condom and tossed it, and stood on shaky legs. Hinata seemed uninspired to get up, so he scooped the smaller boy into his arms. Summoning what little remained of his strength, Kageyama carried Hinata to the bathroom nearby. Turning on the bath, he let the water run hot, then set Hinata down carefully, sitting on the edge.
"What're you doing…?"
Kageyama raised an eyebrow. "Should I step out?"
Hinata grabbed his arm and tugged. "No, dummy, you should be in here, too. Come on."
"Tub's kind of small for that," he pointed out. He wasn't about to say no to an invitation like that, though. Stepping in, he found a spot behind Hinata, legs stretching out to either side of the redhead. The water filled in around them, soothing tired muscles and washing away the sticky lube and more. Hinata leaned back against him. His eyes drifting closed again.
Kageyama leaned over to turn off the water as the tub finished filling. He reached instead for the shampoo and soap. Kageyama massaged shampoo into Hinata's unruly hair and slid soapy hands over his body, earning a few appreciative sighs in the process. He helped Hinata rinse off, scrubbed himself down quickly, and took a moment to just hold Hinata close. Heat from the water radiated around them comfortably, and Kageyama's fingers drifted through Hinata's wet hair as he held the tired boy close. Slowly, the warmth faded, and Hinata dozed off. Kageyama drained the water away reluctantly. He grabbed a towel and managed to dry them mostly off before leading his half-asleep boyfriend back to his bedroom, stopping along the way for fresh sheets.
Hinata yawned, swaying on his feet as Kageyama balled up the dirtied sheets. He replaced them with clean ones, put away the lube, and layered his bed with warm, thick blankets. He'd worry about washing the dirty sheets in the morning. As soon as the bed was ready, Hinata slid into it and patted the spot beside him. Kageyama smiled. He turned off the light and joined him, pulling Hinata close.
"Good night," he whispered. He gave Hinata a small squeeze and nuzzled into the damp, wavy locks of hair.
"G'nigh," Hinata mumbled back, snuggling closer. His arms wrapped tight around Kageyama in return.
And Kageyama thought to himself that if he had the right to ask for anything for Christmas, it would be exactly this. The most incredible boy in the world curled close against him as they drifted off to sleep, warm and cozy as the blizzard raged on outside.