HINATA
"He didn't have to leave," I mutter in embarrassment. Miya walks to his room pulling off his shirt.
"He is just as shy as you are when it comes to sex," he replies. I'm not that shy. I just don't want people hearing me have sex. "It's natural to me so I don't see the point of shying away." Miya undresses quickly before I can even remove my bottoms. He is really toned as he does still play. He is on a divisional team. He is so fine. I fight to not lick my lips enjoying the view. "I expected you to be naked before me."
"I told you I was tired," I reply. "I prepped earlier."
"I expect nothing less of you," he says lowly. "I love your prep skills." I make sure everything is clean. Who wouldn't? I know some people get turned on by…how should I say it. The filth. I refuse. Miya steps into my space unbuttoning my jeans. "Your cheeks are red already." He is making me nervous again. Miya leans down kissing me as I close my eyes enjoying it. "You're smiling….."
"Am I….." I say slowly as he slides the rest of my clothes off with ease. I use to hate for people to see me naked. So many guys in elementary and middle school made fun of my butt. I know it sounds stupid, but they called me gay because of how my body looked. It really hurt my feeling back then but nothing as bad as when the girls saw what I was working with. It made things even more difficult. Thankfully volleyball was a much welcome distraction and focus. My erection is rubbing lightly against Miya as his hands massage my waist. "How did you know?"
"I could feel those lips curling," he replies pulling away. "You got that horny look on your face. How do you want it?"
"I don't care as long as I get it," I reply. I'm half telling the truth. I would love to do missionary with him burying himself deep inside me. I would witness the pleasure on his face. For that moment in time I can truly see using being a unit, a couple….. I don't want to suggest it though. whatever he wants it, I love it.
"You are definitely getting this dick," he replies grabbing himself. He grabs a condom and lube from his nightstand draw. "Can you sit on the bed for me."
"Of course," I reply sitting on the edge of the bed. I see him get on knees kissing my inner thigh. My dick twitches at the sight. Miya has never given me oral. He doesn't like giving it but certainly likes to receive. Typical. I watch as his lips make out with my thigh. I moan lowly reaching out touching his hair. Miya removes my hand from his hair. I grit my teeth because I like touching my lovers. I love for them touch me in return. Sometimes Miya is accepting. Clearly, he isn't tonight. Miya stands up with his dick looking harder than before.
"Someone is clearly ready," he sneers. "Yet you were acting like you didn't want it earlier."
"I never said I didn't," I reply. "I said I needed to put my furniture together. I got half of it done….." I tried doing the right thing but after feeling some slight stress, I need this. Miya applying his condom. I can't help but marvel his dick as he rubs it down with lube. He walks over to me calmly. With each step I spread my legs. Miya stops in front of me wrap his arms around my waist pulling me towards him. I yelp in surprise as my ass is barely on the bed now.
"Oh, how I missed that voice," moans Miya. He pushes back on the back on my thighs. He doesn't go as far as he could. I stare at him my body anticipating the feeling I have come to love from him. Miya holds the side of my waist thrusting inside of me. I toss my head back screaming. Did it hurt? Yes. It's the kind of hurt I like. My body shudders as I groan lowly trying not finish so quickly. My ass is squeezing him thirsty for more.
"Fuck….." I moan before panting. I didn't expect him to break me this quickly. This can happen yet every single time I am surprised.
"Twitching already," taunts Miya beginning to rock his hips. I open my eyes enough to see the pleasured smirk on his face. I moan feeling ashamed. It's okay for people to enjoy sex but it's the fact he knows how to break me. I can't help it that he knows my body so well. I can't let him get the best of me. I sit grabbing his chin pulling him towards me face. Since his hands are glued to my waist, he can't pull my hand away. I begin to meet his thrust as much as I can from this position. I know this is going to increase his pleasure.
"Fuck me….." I hiss. Miya moans deeply slapping the side of my ass with one hand. He begins holding on as he does exactly what I ask. Those hips begin to dive inside of me. I cry out feeling him hit deep inside of me. I always thought I would like romantic slow meaningful sex. I like the sex to be rough. More times than I can count I have ended up with bruises. Bleed a few times but always on accident. "Miya…." I whine with my walls tightening. He isn't even touching my spot yet.
"Stop squeezing me like this," he grunts. His hips begin to snap causing our skin to clap loud like thunder. In this moment I'm glad Osamu isn't here. I begin hollering in desire. "Yeah…take this dick….." He begins to him with his face is still too controlled for my liking. I release his chin slapping him. He likes it just as rough. "Ahhh…..shit…" I feel his dick jolt inside pleasing me.
"I told you to fuck me….." I sneer slapping him again.
"Fuck!" he barks. That's it. That is what I want to see. He growls grabbing my wrist pining them above my head. I like this position as I am seeing everything he has to offer. I keep my legs bent back which is challenging. "No….no…." My ass is giving him the meanest grip. He is going to climax. I know he doesn't want to, and I don't fucking care. I can't help myself as I begin to pant with passion flowing through me.
"You can cum," I moan gazing at him. I'm trying to contain my voice. I want to be in control, not him. Miya loves knowing he can bring me to my knees. Sometimes I take joy in not allowing him to see that. It also makes him work harder.
"Uh uh…" he moans thrusting away. He's fighting it. I know that tone of voice very well. "You are not going to make me cum first." He probably doesn't realize his voice is getting higher. Miya grazes against my prostate making me scream. I wish I could describe the amount pleasure I feel when my prostate is touch. It is so sensitive, it feels good. Sometimes it feels like I'm having mini orgasms. It can make me forget everything but the aspiration it I feel in that moment. I arch my back trembling as I gasp for air. Miya slaps the side of my ass once more.
"Oh my god….." I cry before I start whimpering.
"Nope…mmm…" he mutters grinding slowly. L-let me hear you…." I'm not going to make it. My voice begins to quiver as I grab his waist. I want him as close as he will let me. I want to feel the weight of his body on top of mine. My nails digging in as I beg my body to hold on a little longer. Miya touches my spot again sending me over the edge.
"I'm going to cum….." I gasp shaking. "I'm going to cum…..aahh….haa….haa….aaggghhhh…." My body spasms as I begin to cum. Sticky, hot, wet, coating my lower abs. I thrust my hips riding my climax as I scream piercingly.
"Oh yeah…" groans Miya. "That's what I wanted to hear Shoyo….." I grumble lowly loving him using my first name. It is rare he does. I'm basking in it.
"Miya….." I moan. He leans closer to me allowing me to feel his breath on my lips. "So deep….." I start grunting as I fuck him back with what little strength I have left. My voice begins to moan uncontrollably as he touches my spot. It is very sensitive right now. I just finished releasing everything I have after all.
"Yeah…" pants Miya. "Yeah…aahhh…" My hands begin to softly massage his skin. Miya finally closes the gap kissing me sloppily. I sigh in content pleased with the fact he is now losing himself. Atsumu…. "Hahaa….Shoyo…fuck…I'm going to cum."
"Um hm…" I mutter into the kiss. "You can cum as hard as you like…as deep as you like…..haaaa….." I begin screaming as his hips slam into me with him tossing in the towel.
"Ahhhh….haaa….." he cries. "I'm cumming….haahh….I'm cumming…..aaaggghhhh….." I grab his shoulders pulling him flesh against my body whining in pleasure. He groans into my mouth as I breath heavily. He whimpers as he allows his climax to finally fizzle out. "I don't think I will ever get use to that feeling. You are truly my favorite." I open my eyes to these words. His favorite…. Miya notices my silence opening his eyes. I recover before he can really spot anything. I smirk up at him.
"Of course I'm your favorite," I sneer with my walls squeezing his dick. Miya gasps before moaning. He studies his eyes glaring at me with the lust quickly returning to them.
"Is that your way of telling me you want more," he murmurs leaning down close to me. My hands slide down to his lower back. I tilt up towards him wanting a kiss.
"Fuck yes…" I sigh. I end up going another two rounds with Miya. My body is exhausted. I nuzzle beside him deciding to let my body rest.
"Hinata, you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply laying beside him. I wish he would let me cuddle but he is not cuddler.
"You felt passionate tonight," he replies getting out of bed. He turns on his fan and I'm glad. It's hot as fuck in here after all that activity. "Something brothering you?"
"I told you I'm fine," I reply. "Nothing is wrong. I was horny." Miya chuckles.
"That is true," he replies grabbing his TV remote cutting it on. "You are always down for some action." I like feeling close to him. It's more than just sex to me. I hold in a sigh because at times I feel like it is more than it isn't. I was feeling good about everything until he said I was favorite. I want him to love me. Miya wraps his arms around me pulling me onto his chest where I want to be. I begin to smile as he rubs my back going to YouTube. "This is a new technique I am trying to use. Doesn't it look cool?"
"Yeah, it does," I agree. I love the fact that he strives to be better despite being on a divisional team. I get so comfortable that I fall asleep without realizing it. I wake up seeing the sun peaking from under his curtains. Shit. I didn't mean to stay here until morning. I reach over Miya as quietly as I can grabbing my cell seeing it is 7am. Miya wraps his arm around my waist.
"What's up?" he inquires sleep heavy in his voice. I hold in a moan as this movement feels so loving, but I know it's fake. I glance down at him.
"I need to get home," I explain.
"I told you not to worry about that," states Miya. "Stay here with me today." Is he serious? He wants me to stay the whole day? I have stayed the whole night but a whole day? Not outside of training that has rarely happened. I shake my head remembering all I have to do.
"I can't," I reply. "I'm moving my stuff today. I need to finish putting my room together."
"Man, that shit can wait," he says sitting up kissing my cheek. His hand has left my waist and he softly massage my skin. The thought of staying here in his arms makes me delighted.
"I am really tired," I admit out loud. Miya chuckles.
"I'm not even done yet," he whispers into cheek. Instantly I am getting hard. You think 3 rounds last night would have been enough. "I want to feel that mouth." I love sucking dick. I don't know what it is, but it is a huge turn on for me. I swallow hard looking down at him. Okay….maybe a little while longer. I end up staying with Miya another 12 hours. It was an accident I swear! It is 8pm by the time I get back to the house. Miya drove me home. He is in a really good I must admit. I do feel completely relaxed after being in his arms all day. We didn't play volleyball at all. We chilled, eat, fucked some more. It was a great time. I go to get out of the car when Miya grabs my wrist. "Hey, can I see you next week."
"Of course," I reply without having to think it over. I will never turn him down. I like him. "Just text me and we can set something up." Miya grins pulling me towards him kissing my lips.
"You're great Shoyo," he mutters making me swoon. I reach up to touch his face with him quickly pulling away from my embrace. "Thanks for last night, today, it was nice."
"Yeah, it was," I admit. I get out the car. "Now to handle business. I will talk to you later." I close the car door with Miya waving before pulling off. I use my key walking inside to see Asahi in the kitchen. "Hey."
"Hey," he greets. "Look who has finally returned."
"I know, I know," I reply walking over to him. "I have so much work to do."
"I bet," he replies. "I'm surprised you didn't come back."
"Not planned that way," I reply. "I had some other pressing matters." Asahi smirks as if he knows what I was really doing. "Well let me get with Kageyama on when he can take me by the house. I'm so ready to get settled." Asahi smiles nodding as he drinks from his mug. I wonder what's in there. I know he isn't drinking coffee. Too late for that. I head upstairs stopping in Kageyama doorway. I like that his door is always open.
The first thing I notice is that his room is complete. I love the set up. His bed is to the right with a nightstand on each side. A small lamp is on each nightstand. His bed is across from his wide window. To the left of the window is his desk and bookcase. The bookcase already some books on it. His desk has a lamp that reminds me of a nail salon. Another wall is his wide dresser with the TV and his PS5 set up. I didn't know he was planning to bring that. He barely plays on it. Wow, he hung up curtains to. I must say the royal blue comforter set looks so good against his black bedframe. The curtains are blue matching the rest of the room.
"Whoa," I say looking around. Kageyama turns around in his desk chair.
"Glad to see your back," he states pulling his earbuds out. He doesn't stop whatever it is that he is listening to on his laptop.
"I said I was coming back," I reply.
"You said in a few hours," he replies pulling out his phone. "It's been well over 10 hours." I swallow hard. Kageyama sounds upset. I know how he is. I shouldn't have told him a few hours if I couldn't commit to it.
"I'm sorry," I apologize folding my arms. "I got caught up or whatever." Kageyama nods. "Um your room looks great.
"Thanks," he replies standing up. "I was able to finish building everything, got my stuff put up. I didn't need a whole lot."
"You never do," I reply. He is such a minimalist. I wish I could be the same way. I tend to hold on to a lot of a shit.
"I like that we don't have to worry about mirrors," he replies gesturing to the mirror sliding doors.
"For sure," I reply. "Sounds like you had a productive day."
"I did," he replies. "I won't keep you. I'll be here when you are ready." That's my bestie.
"Thanks," I reply. "I was hoping to go by my mom's tomorrow."
"Can do," he replies swinging back around in his chair. I wonder what he is watching on his laptop. Kageyama is more in TV shows than movies. I don't know why that is. I go down the hall entering my room. I drop my bag in horror once I take everything in. All my furniture has been put together. It was put in the place I wanted. My curtains are up and the boxes I packed are stacked up in the center of the room. My nightstand has my lamps on it that I picked out. What the hell…..I run out of the room back to Kageyama.
"Tobio!" I exclaim. He looks over his shoulder in surprise. Despite us knowing each other for years I rarely use his first name. Feels so intimate. He stands up.
"Did I do okay?" he asks. "I made sure not to put up your books. I didn't know where you would want them to go. I know how you are about your clothes, so I left those alone as well." I scoff still in shock.
"Did you do okay?" I ask in disbelief. "I can't believe you did all this." I gesture my hand around the room.
"I remember where you said you wanted everything to go," he replies casually. "You packed everything up because you were ready to go. We just needed to grab the boxes." I have no words.
"You spent the whole day doing this," I reply. "I can't thank you enough for that."
"That's what friends are for," he replies before smiling. "By the way your mom was grilling me." I roll my eyes. "She wanted to know where you were."
"Of course, she was," I state.
"Don't be too mad at her," replies Kageyama touching my shoulder. "At least she cares. My parents were like oh, you're moving out to share space with other men, nice." He shakes his head. "Thank god they don't know I'm gay." Kageyama has a good point. My parents want me home because they love me. His parents are not only dismissive but judgmental.
"You're right," I reply. "My mom doesn't know I like men, but I know she would love me regardless." He nods with a small smile. "Come in my room for a little while."
"I would like that," he replies. "It was weird not seeing you at all today." We walk into my room with me picking up my bag.
"You go plenty of days not seeing me," I reply plugging up my phone. I chuckle nervously to lighten the mood. My room looks so clean and organized. I wonder what it is going to look like once I add all my items.
"Yeah, but we didn't even text," says Kageyama breaking into my thoughts. I nod because he is right. We talk every single day. It rare if we go this long without talking.
"I was tied up," I reply opening my box labeled books. They are manga and some novels I managed to finish but enjoy reading. Otherwise, I am strictly a manga comic guy.
"Tied up doing what?" he inquires. I don't want Kageyama to know I'm having casual sex with Miya. Deep down I do feel ashamed. It feels like Kageyama looks up to me. No way can I disappoint him. I would never want my best friend to be disappointed in me.
"We were watching training videos but then started practicing," I lie. "I lost track of time. By the time I showered I passed out taking a nap."
"Over doing it as always," he chuckles. Thank God he bought it. "Need any help with anything?" I grin widely.
"Sure," I reply. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without this guy.