Chapter Thirteen
A/N: Porn Warning.
It was two days before he was supposed to leave for Tokyo, and he'd never been this bored. And alone. Grand King had told him that he wouldn't be able to text him during practices, which lasted all day, and Kenma wasn't responding to his messages after he told the older boy that he didn't need to try every pie flavor in one weekend. Daichi hadn't responded to his text asking for more practice but Suga-san had messaged him, informing him that their captain was too sore to practice today.
He wasn't sure why Daichi hadn't told that himself, but Suga hadn't responded to his messages either, he thought about texting Kageyama, then remembered all of the previous experiences when he resorted to messaging his setter.
"Kageyama is your club jacket to big"
"no y"
"I feel like a squid with these sleeves"
"ur just short"
"Im going to squid slap you"
"Kageyama did you do your translations"
"no"
"Kageyama can you teach me to serve"
"no"
As amusing as it was to experience Kageyama learning to text, he couldn't occupy the entire day with one word answers. I'm so bored. I should learn something. But, my bed is very comfortable. And that's when he decided to make as many noises with his mouth as he could, which lead into singing exercises -which were cut short when Natsu burst into the room screaming. Only an hour had passed since he had realized that today he would be alone with almost nothing to do.
I could do my summer homework, then snorted and decided that counting all the dots on the ceiling would be a much more productive experience. I could spend today with Natsu. But then I'd have to eat rice. And she's probably still mad about the singing. He sighed, rolled over, then back again. I could practice by myself. He hadn't done much alone since he started Karasuno. Lunch, Practice, Walking home. Never alone.
It could be nice, having a day alone. He could explore his feelings about Grand King, or think about Grand King's words, Girl troubles. Daddy Issues. Slut. Maybe tomorrow. Surprise. He sighed, looking into anything that The Grand King said would leave him with nothing but a headache and a blush.
He put his phone on the nightstand and picked up Kenma's game. I wonder what he'd think of Grand King. Me and Grand King. He'd probably hate me, or drag me to church again, which is like the same thing, sort of. He rolled the device around in his palms, it was heavier than he thought it would be. A gift. Surprise. Kenma wouldn't hate me. The power button was found easily enough, then he was instantly bombarded with noises he couldn't begin to describe. Music, screaming, the sounds of the damned. He snapped the device closed, trying to catch his breath after a sudden break in silence. It's kind of like company, but with more screaming and stabbing.
It was decided easily that murderous company was better than no company, and opened the device again, drawn in by glowing colors and excited music. Start. What's the worse that could happen? It's just a game.
It's just a game. It's just a game. He would tell himself as many times as it took. How can Kenma play this stuff. Demons. Zombies. I've never seen so much blood in my entire life. His stomach squirmed at the thought of what he'd witnessed in hours of pressing start. Pulled into a nightmare by companionable narration then pulled straight into hell. Kenma must have nerves of steel. He shuddered, closing the device for the final time. He wants to give me more of that? What did I do to deserve his wrath?
"Big Brother! Big Brother! Are you going to be sleeping all day?" Natsu asked, already walking in his room and climbing onto his bed before he had time to answer, "Miss Sato made breakfast, an' she said she was taking me to the park, wanna come?" He didn't particularly like the park, all the adults always asked what middle school he was going to and it was very draining on his will not to jump on one of them and beat them up. But then I'd be really alone if I didn't go. "No thanks, Natsu, I got stuff to do." He really hated lying to people, his sister especially, but being surrounded by screaming -dying demons or not- didn't sound like something he would enjoy during his summer vacation.
She pouted, but nodded, "Are you practicing with Oikiwi and Kenma today?" Oikiwi. He suppressed a snort into his hand, "Not today, I'm practicing with the team." Another lie, what is wrong with me. She nodded, "I wanna team too!" She exclaimed, her pout dissipating in an instant. "What kind of team are you going to be on?" He couldn't help but ask, swept in his sister's good mood in an instant. She hummed for a long time, a habit she surely picked up from Kenma, "Jump-rope!" He blinked, then pulled his smile back on, "Are you gonna be the ace of jump rope?" She pulled her legs up and started jumping on his bed, "I'mma be jump rope ace!" Then she jumped off of the bed, only to start up again. Like a rabbit on a sugar high. He was glad in that moment that he had declined the park offer.
"I'm sure Miss Sato will help you practice if you ask nicely." He suggested with only innocent intentions, she squealed then darted out of the room, hopping with each step. "Miss Sato!" She screamed all the way into the living room, the sound hiding his not evil snicker. Today might not be boring or horrifying after all. He threw his blankets off, changed out of his sleepwear before deciding to investigate the Nastu situation.
"Natsu, please stop jumping." Sato asked, face calm but voice expressing enough irritation to bring a smile to his face, Natsu started rhyming with each of her hops and was resolute on ignoring her caretaker. It became much harder to hide his smile and started digging into his breakfast before Sato decided to turn her irritation on him. "Why are you so hyper, you're never like this in the morning?" Sato asked, probably more to herself than either of her charges. She sighed, shot him a dark look, then picked up Natsu's breakfast. "Please eat, Natsu, you're going to get tired before we get to the park." Natsu's rhymes just grew louder, and he decided to have mercy on them all and broke in, "Natsu, you can't be an ace if you don't eat your breakfast. 'Eat your rice and get strong,' remember?"
She calmed down almost immediately, or stopped yelling at least, and started eating her rice and eggs as fast as possible. Sato's face morphed into something he'd seen many times on Kageyama's face, lemon-faced disgust. At least she's not looking at me. His rice was quickly deposited into his napkin, which shifted into his pocket. At least she can cook eggs. He thought, not for the first time, his mother's eggs from Sunday still fresh on his mind. Just like my mom used to make. I'm surprised she's even alive, years of practically raw eggs cannot be good for you. Breakfast finished without a word between Sato and himself, with his empty bowl and filled pocket, he excused himself to the sink.
Natsu and Sato were gone by the time he finished washing his face, she's in for a hell of a day, he wasn't sure he should be as pleased as he was currently feeling. It's all for Natsu, she has a dream now. He smiled all the way to Ukai's store, "One meat bun!" He requested once he arrived at the counter. Ukai flinched back, his face buried in his book behind a previously silent counter. A bag was held slightly out of his reach, "Gimme, I'm hungry." He whined, giving a little hop to get his real breakfast but Ukai just pulled back.
"We gotta talk first." The older man said, leaning over the counter, his face stony like they were on the court. "What is it?" He asked, suddenly nervous. "Well, it's a couple things, I guess." This can't be good."My granddad is out of the hospital." Why do I need to know this, you're already our coach. Was he bailing. He frowned, "Does that mean you're leaving?" He'd be pretty sad to see the coach go after all the progress he helped the team make. Ukai's face melted from serious as he started laughing, "Nah, I was just thinking, he coached The Little Giant personally when he was in school, and thought you might want to ask to coach you too." The guy who taught The Little Giant teaching me?
"Really?" He could feel his face melting in anticipation, I'm gonna beat Grand King. Ukai nodded, "He lives on a farm a little ways away, so you should ask your parents or whatever." Parents. He shrugged, "My mom's busy working, she won't really care." That sounds much harsher out loud. Ukai seemed to think so as well, his forehead creasing more than usual. "Don't you want to call her, at least?" He shook his head, and Ukai nodded, then pulled himself into standing. "My car's around back." Ukai paused, then yelled behind him, "Ma! Watch the store!"
Coach Ukai had a really cool car, not that he had a lot of experience with automobiles, but having an adjustable seat was much cooler than a stiff bus seat. Ukai checked his seat belt then started driving, the scenery passing a little too quickly for Hinata's liking. "Now that you can't escape," Ukai started when they pulled onto a big empty road, oh fuck, "Want to explain those marks on your neck." His voice was a mixture of amused and concerned that he couldn't quite name.
"I fell." He said quickly, sticking to his story from yesterday. Ukai stared at him for a long time, and he adjusted his collar hoping the topic would be dropped, "That might work on your classmates, but I'm pretty old, kid." Gross. He did not need pictures of Ukai giving other old people marks with his mouth. People will know you're mine. His face was feeling particularly warm recalling Grand King's words, even with the current of cool air brushing against his face.
"Is she cute at least?" Girl troubles? He stuttered out unintelligibly for a second, "It's uh... notagirl." He coughed, feeling simultaneously relieved and apprehensive, what would coach think about that. Grand King and me. Together. He squirmed under his coach's gaze, "Could you repeat that?" It was quiet, and he really didn't want to repeat anything.
"It's a boy." He said eventually, looking out of the window at blurring green instead of at his coach's possibly hateful expression. "It's not a teammate, is it?" Ukai said after an equally long time, forcing Hinata's gaze onto him, he was smiling. He doesn't hate me? The revelation was more jarring than Daichi's acceptance had been, old people usually much more judgmental about stuff than his classmates were. Wait, teammate? "Ew, gross." That also sounded much harsher out loud. The entire team liked girls, at least to his knowledge, and even if I did like any of them, why would they even want me?
Ukai laughed though, "Good, then I'd have to give them detention or something." Can a coach even give detention? He shrugged, "So, if it's not a teammate," Please don't make me say it. "Then it must be one of those two setters." Oh my fucking god. Just. Act calm. His face was heating up again, he slid down the seat, trying to hide from his coach's side glances. "So," then the most unsettling smile he'd ever seen was directed at him, I'm going to die in this car. "Which one is it?"
Just play it cool. "N-What makes you think it's either of them?" He squeaked, so far, so good. Then Ukai shot him a look that resembled Grand King's studying you look and he swallowed. "You weren't hanging with them before you had the marks, and after you did, you had them. Simple conclusion." Simple my ass. Fuck you. "Kageyama didn't notice." He muttered before he could help himself. "You- with Oikawa?"
He shook his head frantically, "I-I never said that!" He defended, but Ukai didn't look like he was listening. "I mean- Wow. He just didn't seem- and you're so-" He had trouble filling in the blanks with his coach's words. "He's so what?" He asked, perfect, tall, smart?
"I'm not sure, I heard that he was always flirting with girls." Hinata hummed, What if he's still doing that? He bristled at the thought, holding back a groan, Grand King can do what he wants. He wasn't sure which would bother him more, Grand King continuing to flirt after he confessed or Grand King not flirting and sharing that stupid, perfect smile with the world.
Ukai's cheeks were an ugly color when he opened his mouth next, "You're uh- using protection, right?" Protection? For my neck or-oh. Oh my fucking. Pervert! "I'm not a girl!" He hissed, glaring at his coach who was pointedly not meeting his gaze. "You still need to use it even if you're both boys."
"Oh, wait, how do you even know that?" And Ukai's cheeks got even more blotchy and red. "You've-You're?" He couldn't quite find a way to word it without actually saying it, they both fell silent, the air conditioning all the noise enough noise for now. "That's not appropriate." Was Ukai's eventual response. Hypocrite. "But talking about me doing it is?" They both fell silent again, long enough for him to fall asleep.
"We're here." Ukai said after a long time of driving over a particularly nasty bump in the road that had sent his slacked head into the door frame. "Ow. Ow. Ow." He hissed at the same time Ukai muttered something about how the road hadn't been fixed in over a decade.
Ukai's car pulled in front of an ancient looking house, it had a vibe that screamed haunted, a shudder wracked up his spine recalling a similar looking scene in Kenma's game. The car rolled into a stop in front of a rusty pick-up truck, the back filled with baskets of overflowing green, product of the expansive crop that surrounded the house. "Does your granddad own all of this?" He couldn't help but ask, old people and manual labor didn't make a pretty picture.
His coach nodded, unbuckling his belt, Hinata doing the same, he spoke again as they started walking around the house, with him shifting to Ukai's other side. Not today, demon house. "He was raised on the farm, and so were all of his kids." Coach has brothers and sisters? It was kind of hard to imagine a bunch of stoic faced children with blond hair that know a lot about volleyball. "We used to spend ages planting all of these." Ukai said, a fond smile adjusting his lips, "Now he gets all the brats that come here to do it for him." He huffed, regretting having asked, "I'm not a brat." He muttered, crossing his arms.
"Nice receive!" Maybe I am a brat. He rounded the corner of the demon house quickly and looked onto a home-made volleyball court, the patch around the net the only place not covered in looming crops. A worn out net strung across two poles, and people surrounding it. "Are you sure you're supposed to be moving around like that after getting out of the hospital?" Ukai called over, sounding rather smug.
"What? If they let you out of the hospital, it means they're giving you permission to move around all you want." An old man with big muscles called out, tossing another ball to the line in front of him. Can't argue with that. Ukai scoffed then looked over at him, "That's my grandpa." He said, not evening concealing his lack of enthusiasm. "Huh?" They kind of similar, maybe in a few years coachy will have that many wrinkles too. But that glare must run in the family.
"Practice tossing." The old man told the set of kids behind him, they all called out, "Yes, coach!" Then the old man walked over and punched Ukai on the arm, My arm hurts from hearing that noise. He shuddered. "So, you couldn't figure out to do with your weirdo brat, and decided to drop him off here, eh, coach?" I'm... standing right here. "He's your problem, you idiot!" Then Coach Ukai was flying over his granddad's shoulder. Holy fucking shit. "Coach!" He yelped, wincing when his coach fell roughly on the ground in front of them. I kind of want to learn that, but more importantly. "Please coach me!" He shouted, bowing deeply to the old man in front of him.
"With what?" He asked, sounding almost bored as he glared down at him. "I-I came here to fight on my own!" The old man glared at him for a long moment, then smirked. He looks just as evil smiling as he does glaring. "You want to master mid-air battles when you're only that tall?" He asked with a scoff, I'll fucking kill you. He sighed deeply, Don't fight an old man. Don't fight an old man.
"It's because I'm only this tall." He said, forcing a smile on his face, Little Giant. Little Giant. The old man's mouth went slack for a moment, so he continued, "I might sound weird but-" I want to be the ace. I want to surpass the little giant. I want to beat The Grand King. "What's weird about it?" Ukai Senior asked, staring down at him with an all too familiar gaze. "No matter what you're dealing with," The old man started, turning away to look at the small children on the court, "The one with the power during a spike is you."
That shocked him, Kageyama usually decides what toss to use, unless he's not talking about the tossing. Old Man Ukai sighed for a long time, rubbing his back, that's what you get for throwing people, then turned to him. "You'll need awareness before you improve your technique." Can you... make that easier to understand? "What do you usually think when you're making a quick?" Faster than the block. Jump higher than the block. Beat Grand King-sama. "Uh- I go whoosh! Then I jump as high as I can, then when Kageyama throws the ball I go wham!" He spiked the air for show, in case old people weren't versed on Wham! Mechanics.
His coach sighed, "What he's trying to say is that Kageyama usually lines the ball up-" But Granddad Ukai just waved him off, "I get it." So they old people do know about Wham! "But you need to get it into your head, that you have the power when you're in the air. Don't think of your spike as an unknown- Well, I guess it's easier if I just show you." You wanna fight, old man?
"You're a middle blocker, right? Try stopping it." Now he really wants to fight! He nodded, and stepped onto the dirt court, noticing it was smoother than he thought it would, he was distracting from the smoothness from the court by the group of children on the other side of the net calling to him, "Are you in middle school?" I'll fight this kid. "Which one do you go to?" I'll fight him too.
"I'm in high school!" He growled back, drawing on his experience with Kageyama to make an unsettling facial expression. They laughed. All of them. I'll fight all of them. He settled in front of the net, oh, I feel pretty tall with this net. "Third Tempo!" The old man shouted, tossing the ball into the air. Third... Tempo? Three of the kids he has vowed vengeance on all ran towards the net after a moment of hesitation, then jumped.
He blocked the first ball with ease, ow my fucking face. Take that you little shit. "Awesome jump!" The kid commented, He doesn't even know that I'm about to fight him. He sighed. "Second Tempo!" He shouted, the ball in the air, They're didn't hesitate that time. Then he jumped, blocking the ball, not with his face.
"First Tempo!" Was shouted before the ball had connected with Ukai's hands, the three kids ran up and he couldn't follow the ball, Wham! wen the ball, and whizzed past him as he caught up. I just got beat by a child. Now I have to fight him twice. "Nice!" He said instead of the Fight me! that wanted to slide up his throat.
The old man looked over at him, "Well?" he asked, smiling down at him, "That was fast!" Ukai nodded over at him, "Do you think you could block it?" He frowned, "Not on my own, I don't think." Ukai nodded, face indifferent, "Were the spikes different?" He shook his head, "Then what was different?" You know, that is a great question.
"Uh-They ran at different times." Only thing I can guess. Ukai nodded, "That's right! That's what tempo is." Well, that makes sense now, seems kind of useless to learn that without Kageyama here, though."The agility in any attack is determined by its tempo." I'll have more or less time in the air to look for a spike. "It's not how fast the toss is, it's the time of the spiker's approach." I can do this... on my own? Awesome! "First tempo is the fastest, and probably the one you've been using without knowing it. Now you just need to understand it." Hinata nodded, "I used to have to work so hard to get to the top. Now I want to fight my own battles at the top!" He shouted, a surge of confidence rushing through him, making his blood pump loudly in his ears. I can do this!
Ukai joined him on the other side of the net, putting a strong hand on his shoulder, "I don't know what kind of genius setter you have, but there's no better toss than one the spiker can easily hit." Well, now that you say it out loud, it sounds so simple. "Wait..." Coach Ukai looked over at them, then jumped up as if threatened to be thrown again, "Hinata! Stay here and practice!" Was all he yelled before running off, the sound of a car being started following shortly after. Well, it's not like I have a choice now.
Granddad Ukai blinked, then smirked, probably with an idea about what just happened, "Anyway shrimpy," He really does want to fight. "If you're going to fight at the top on your own, you gotta start with the fundamentals." Don't I already know those, well I guess not if a bunch of kids knew something I didn't. He nodded, "Therefore, you're going to be hitting spike after spike after spike! To catch up on all the time you wasted." Are you going to waste another three years, idiot?
I'll prove you wrong, Kageyama. "Your first assignment, is to do first tempo with any of these guys." He waved over at what could only be his other students, "Hello!" He chirped, with a bow. "That genius setter isn't here to toss to you, so it's not going to be easy." I wouldn't be here if it were easy. Or maybe I would. I did get kind of dragged here, with my meat bun as a hostage. "Also, to get used to the ball, you need to be touching it at all times." Setters are the control tower! They touch the ball the most.
"It can be with your hands or feet, but volleyball is a sport where you can't hold the ball. You're only allowed to touch it for a few seconds, you need to control that moment, like the ball is part of your body."The ball is a part of me, or am I a part of the ball. "Because your body is small," I see the ruining-speeches by bringing up my height runs in the family. "Use everything you have to make up for it." He's reminded of Noya-senpai, who's shorter than him, but managed to save the ball with his foot. I always knew my senpai was truly awesome.
He practiced well into the night with each of the kids, trying to get used to each of their tosses and trying not to murder the little ones that called him a middle schooler. He only manged to teach first tempo with one of them,only once and with a girl who was both younger and taller than him. Can I fight her? Is that okay? He sighed, rolling the ball around on the ground while he waited for Coach Ukai to return, since it was too late to practice.
He showed up an hour after they stopped practicing, the old man offering him some tea while he waited. He might have snooped around the old man's living room, looking for baby pictures of Coach Ukai while he sipped on green tea. It'll make you smart, but it'll taste like dying.
He only found one picture of Coach Ukai by the time he showed up, a picture of him in what had to be his high school years, hair dark and wavy. Before the Hairband Dynasty. Ukai pulled him out of the house before he could thank the old man for the tea. Kageyama was in Ukai's car when he got in it. "Uh- Is there a reason you kidnapped Kageyama?" Ukai smirked at him, "I had an idea, and I needed to talk to him." An idea. "About what?"
"A toss that stops." Don't they all stop? Ukai glanced at him, then at Kageyama, "If you can perfect a toss that can stop in front of Hinata, with the right tempos you could get around any block." The perfect spike, every time. It was a chilling concept. "How would you get it to stop in the air?" He asked, leaning over his seat to look at his setter, but it was Ukai who answered instead, "If he makes it spin enough, it'll eventually turn around in the air, but there's a moment when it'll stop." Hinata blinked, He seems more like a math genius than a store clerk. He nodded, "Is that what took you so long? So Kageyama could learn to stop a ball?" Ukai went silent, "It's just an idea for right now, it could take years for Kageyama to perfect a set like that."
Kageyama didn't look happy about this information, "I'll perfect it by the spring tournament," he started, looking directly at Hinata, "So you better learn how to fight." Idiot, Kageyama, I'll be better than you and Grand King combined. Speaking of... He pulled his phone out of his pocket, the light a little blinding. No messages from Grand King. His practice has to be over by now. He hummed, "You could be practicing instead of insulting me, you know." Kageyama scoffed, "We're in a car, you idiot."
"That doesn't stop you from imagining the ball, Kageyema." He snickered, shoving the phone back in his pocket. Grand King is his own person. "You're about to imagine a fist hitting your head." Hinata snorted, "That doesn't make any sense."
Kageyama was silent for the rest of the ride.
So was his phone.
He thought about sending Grand King a good morning message, but couldn't quite press send. What if I wake up and he gets mad. He sighed, Kenma hadn't responded to his messages about his demon game, or his midnight text from the nightmare from said demon game.
Kageyama messaged him though,
"mk sur 2 prectis" He wasn't sure what to make of that, but he had a breakfast to escape and children to achieve first tempo with.
He managed to perfect his first tempo with the same girl from yesterday, and had made progress with the others, but none were as consistent as his first. Both of the Ukais watched over his practice with identical facial expressions, something that was both hilarious and distracting, until the older Ukai threw his grandson over his shoulder, then it was just hilarious.
He was exhausted by the time he got home, stomach and energy drained, but he had a bag to pack. He had a bag to pack, he was leaving for Tokyo tomorrow and Grand King hadn't messaged him, let alonesurprised him.
It was almost one when he had finished packing his bag. Shorts, knee pads, sweatshirt, I can put my toothbrush in there in the morning, deodorant, socks, Kenma's game... just in case, should I bring my summer homework? Snorted, then yawned, taking another look at his phone. Then there was a tapping.
He looked around, wondering if Natsu was hiding somewhere again. "Natsu?" He whispered, then nothing, then another tap. From the window. His mind jumped to demons at instant. Kenma, this is all your fault. I'm going to die. He swallowed, waiting for the tapping again over the sound of his heart in his ears. His phone buzzed in his hand, the vibrations causing him to drop it out of shock.
"Open up." This is the end.
"Pretty please, Chibi-chan?" Wait. Demons don't use stupid nicknames.
He stalked over to the window, pushed the curtain back, and saw Grand King's stupid face, grinning and waving. He slid the barrier open when Grand King's muffled words didn't make it through, "What are you doing here?" He hissed, trying to keep it down for Natsu. "Surprise!" Grand King giggled, and then lifted himself over the edge of the window, half inside of Hinata's room. "Grand King, what the fuck?" Grand King just tutted him, then climbed the rest of the way into the room, long legs easing onto the ground. "Language, Hinata." He cooed, voice sounding almost slurred in its whisper.
"I forgot the buns, but I'll make it up to you, promise!" Another grin, and Grand King was on his bed instead of the window. Hinata frowned, he was really looking forward to his meat buns.
Grand King pulled him down while he was sulking, pulling their sides snug together. "Why are you here so late?" There wouldn't be another train until the morning and Grand King couldn't stay here without anyone knowing. "I jus' wanted to see my chibi-chan, give him another present." Hinata sighed against Grand King's chest, "You could have come during the day, and with meat buns." The other boy nodded, then leaned back on his bed, careful not to hit his head this time.
Hinata was forced to join him by strong hands covering his body, he didn't mind as much when Grand King's lips promised eternity on his. Grand King's lips tasted sweet, almost like candy, and so did his tongue, it mixed awkwardly with his recently brushed teeth. Grand King's body was hot against his, it made him squirm, wanting more and more, but trying to push Grand King away. He really shouldn't be here right now.
"Grand King." He got a hum in return, against his neck, then pain surged down his spine. Son of a- "Are you serious right now, you dumb vampire." He groaned, Grand King's teeth making his neck feel wobbly. "Hinata, can I touch you?" It was purred into his ear, and he flinched away, that sweet breath too close and too hot. "You're touching me right now." He grabbed onto the wrists that were pressing burning hands across his stomach and back.
"I want more." More? He squirmed, Grand King had taken his first kiss less than a week ago and now he wanted- "W-why?" He asked into Grand King's jacket, face burning at the other's implications. His cover was taken from him, and a fraction of the overwhelming heat that was The Grand King. "Please, Hinata, I want to do this for you." He squirmed, feeling too exposed under Grand King's pleading gaze.
He nodded.
Grand King smiled down at him, then pressed their lips together, hyper-aware of each drag of Grand King's fingers against his stomach, against his hips. He gulped, "Grang K-king" His voice was shaking, but his chest was beating too hard that he barely heard it.
Grand King pulled back, stared down at him, at his exposed stomach and bright red face, "You're so perfect, my chibi-chan." He squirmed, Grand King's hands dragging a slow inferno over his stomach, tugging on his shorts. The other boy paused, staring at him, looking for no. He wanted to say no. Really, really wanted to say no. But Grand King's presence was overwhelming, clouding his brain. Yes.
He nodded at The Grand King, and Grand King smiled, his head sliding down with Hinata's shorts. He gasped, a chilling breeze mixing with hot, hot breath over his most sensitive place. He risked a glance at Grand King, who was still, staring. Studying.
He expected a short comment, before anything else, but Grand King wasn't saying anything, his fingers had stilled with his silver tongue. Then those eyes were on him, "You're perfect." Barely a whisper, then an inferno. His most private flesh, pushed down into his stomach by a too hot, too rough hand. The friction tugged on his spine, pushing himself against Grand King. He whined, Grand King kissed him, on the lips. "So, so perfect. My Hinata." My Hinata.
He trembled, wanting more, and more, but too scared to ask. Grand King's tongue pushed against his. He pushed back. Grand King's fingers wrapped around him. He melted, bubbled up into that heat. "G-grand King." He was throbbing, throbbing inside of Grand King's hand while Grand King's tongue was pressed against his. He whined, and the other pulled back, Grand King stared at him, his eyes dark and hot, and inviting, and scary. Too, too much.
Grand King's touch was like drowning in fire, he could feel his spine and stomach tighten up, knots of pressure that screamed for something he didn't want to name. His eyes clenched shut when Grand King decided to move, his hips pressing into that perfect, perfect hand. He moaned into Grand King's jacket, begging for more. "My perfect, chibi-chan" Grand King cooed in his ear, sending it straight into the hell-fire that had consumed his body.
He could feel his nails dragging into Grand King's jacket, his eyes wouldn't open when it happened. His knees clenched around Grand King's sinful arm, his flesh throbbing and throbbing, sickening noises came from his mouth, muffled into the other's shoulders, begging for it to stop. Begging for it not to stop. His release rolled over Grand King's fingers, onto his burning flesh. The other's greedy grip on him pulled it up, sliding over him, he choked on nothing but his whimpers.
It reached all over, slick, loud, and hot. He jerked his hips away from it, away from Grand King. Whining, pushing the pleasure away from between clenched thighs. Grand King chuckled, a warm, beautiful sound to his delirious mind. "You're so, so beautiful." Forced onto him with such conviction. He whined, pulling at the other, at his shoulders, still clenched between his fingers. His actions forming words he didn't know.