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“Tobio,” Shouyou stuttered, bucking, “Ah— I— Tobi—“
Kageyama kissed him gently, almost kindly. His big hand, slick with lube and Shouyou’s arousal, fisted lazily up and down Shouyou’s cock. Firm and languorous, like he had all the time in the world to indulge, drag the cum out of his little boyfriend.
Shouyou gasped and rocked forward on Kageyama’s thigh in violent little jerks as Kageyama thumbed over his slit curiously, rubbed the pre around as if it were a clit. The taller boy pressed their foreheads together and murmured at him, something sweet by the sound of it, but Shouyou couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in his ears. His feet tingled where they dangled, toes not quite reaching the floor, curling intermittently as he spasmed. Kageyama’s other hand curled politely over his hip, proprietary.
Kageyama kissed him again, kept talking, and Shouyou panted into his mouth, putting little noises there that Kageyama ate greedily. His hand never stopped on Shouyou’s cock, rhythm picking up speed, and Shouyou was helpless to the whiny, staccato cries he breathed past Kageyama’s lips.
The slick sound of his hand between them was obscene, the way Kageyama’s arm barely bulged with it. His knuckles glistened, lube dripping between his long fingers, and Shouyou couldn’t think. His keens turned up an octave, hurt on the way out.
Kageyama hummed. “Yeah? Gonna come for me?”
Arousal plunged through Shouyou at the gravelly depth to his voice, genuine wonderment roughened and fucked-out by his own excitement. Shouyou wanted to answer, truly, but all he could manage was a pitiful whine, head full of fuzz. His body felt narrowed down into a network of pure sensation, suffused in almost painful pleasure, and he wrapped his arms tighter around Kageyama’s neck to ground himself, back arching further.
Kageyama whispered encouragement into his mouth, dipped a finger between his cheeks to press at his hole, and Shouyou was gone. He tipped over the edge in a burst, sobbing into his boyfriend’s mouth as he twitched on his thigh, humping unconsciously, and Kageyama helped him along, gripping his ass to encourage his rocking, holding his dick for him. It was too much, and Kageyama knew it. He was just an asshole who liked when Shouyou came so hard he went nonverbal.
Kageyama kissed his forehead as he finally gentled his grip. “Okay?” he asked quietly, and Shouyou’s throat didn’t work at the moment, so he nodded, hair mussed against Kageyama’s chest as he lay limp. Kageyama still had his longest finger sitting over his furled hole, absent-mindedly pressing lightly while the rest of his hand curved over his ass. His other hand finally left his dick to rub soothingly over Shouyou’s back over his shirt, pulled him closer.
Kageyama shifted further onto the bed, laying back to cuddle the shit out of Shouyou. He always got like this, melting over him like he was the one who just came his brains out. Mindless to his need to smother him after getting him off, like he’d finished playing with his toy and was putting it away, now. It did not help Shouyou’s mission to regain higher cognitive function.
Kageyama shifted, and something hot dug into Shouyou’s thigh. His boyfriend hadn’t gotten off yet, and made no attempts to do anything about it. Shouyou mustered his strength and slipped down.
“Hey— baby, you don’t have to—“
Shouyou stubbornly stuck his face in Kageyama’s crotch and mouthed at him with his eyes closed, pouting. He wanted to blow Kageyama’s brains out, too.