Ecstasy

Hinata is in a situation he’d never think he’d be in:

Being f*cked senseless against a wall by Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Tags: | FanFiction | Haikyuu!! | Boys' Love | Smut | Lemon | Angst | UshiHina | KageHina |

Warnings: | Cheating | Vulgar | Explicit | Anal F*ngering | Vanilla |

Note: | Don't read if you're sensitive to any of those tags and warnings |

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Third Person's Point of View

Kageyama is probably waiting for him at the station.

He’s probably checking his watch and juggling a bag of meat buns in one hand, wondering where Hinata, his boyfriend, has gotten off to.

Kageyama would never expect him to be pressed against the locker room wall by another man.

"Ushijima-san...", Hinata says in a breathy little voice

He watched Ushijima’s brow furrow a little, lips opening as if to speak.

"Shoyo."

The name leaving his lips sent shivers all over Hinata’s body.

He finds it strange and weird, but at the same time, it makes him want to wrap himself right around Ushijima and f*ck hard and fast against the wall.

A hand reaches down to slide up the inside of his thigh and Hinata parts his legs to accommodate it.

Ushijima’s other hand presses against the base of his throat as he leans in to kiss the corner of Hinata’s mouth.

The hand slides up the leg of Shoyo’s shorts and his hands move to fist in the front of Ushijima’s jersey.

He pulls him up tight, causing Ushijima’s hand to j*rk up over his hip.

"Ushijima-san... I have a boyfriend..."

There’s a hand on Hinata’s hip with strong fingers and blunt nails and he can feel the searing tips of those fingers pressing to the slip of skin between his shorts and his shirt.

Right over the fading scratches that Kageyama had etched onto him last night.

But Hinata isn’t thinking about Kageyama now.

All he can think about is how good those big fingers would feel elsewhere.

He tilted his head a little, if he were to move an inch or two closer, he’d be able to fit their lips together perfectly.

He can feel Ushijima’s breath on his skin, he can smell him. And in that moment, it’s the thing he craves the most.

"Ushijima-san...", His head tilts back a little as Ushijima’s hand moves up to curl around his throat.

Wakatoshi has him crowded against the wall and in each passing second, he’s closer, closer, breathing harder, hands tighter.

It isn’t so much of a kiss as his mouth falls open and Ushijima’s tongue delving past his teeth. It turned him completely boneless.

Before he knows it, his sighs turned to moans and his arms wind around Ushijima’s neck.

His hands are fisted in his hair to press him closer, teeth snarling, tongues pushing in the most delicious way Hinata has ever experienced.

A knee is thr*sted between his legs and Hinata instinctively rolls against it. The hard muscle of Ushijima’s thigh grinds against his legs.

He moans Wakatoshi's name against his lips, licking like a cat, moaning breathlessly as Ushijima’s mouth moves to his neck and he bites down.

He was sucking hard enough to make Hinata’s skin tingle.

'I’m gonna get in trouble for that', he thinks, but he is quickly distracted as Ushijima’s lips met his again.

When Ushijima peeled his jersey off, Hinata’s breath hitched.

All he can do is stare.

"I--", The words went back in his throat as Ushijima kissed him again, fingers slipping under his waistband and down over his hips.

They’re both deliriously aroused.

This isn’t want... this is need.

Shoyo's body is impossibly hot, burning wherever Ushijima’s skin touches his, and the noises he makes can barely even be called moans.

Hinata’s hands are still in his hair, wrapping his fingers in the strands, kissing him again and again and again.

Shoyo pressed his lips to Ushijima’s cheek, scraping his nails over the back of his neck, begging for him to just hurry up and take him.

Ushijima kissed him again, slipping in a thick, rough finger inside Hinata, then another.

Hinata doesn't even complain, each time he’d met eyes with Ushijima, he’d thought of what it would be like to be utterly destroyed by him.

With a heavy grunt in his ear, Ushijima locks eyes with Shoyo, pressing the head of his c*ck in, sinking it deeper and deeper until Hinata is in tears and Ushijima is seated inside him fully.

Hinata grasps his face and pulls him into another deep, long, leisurely kiss, Ushijima breaks away every so often to suck a mark somewhere.

He pressed his tongue to Ushijima’s, silently pleading to be ruined.

The first thr*st is slow and deep, more of a grind than anything, but it has Hinata seeing stars.

The second thr*st is harder, his back slamming against the wall.

Hinata tried to muffle his moans in Ushijima’s neck, fingernails dragging down his back and leaving angry red marks.

"Y-your c*ck is s-so big---"

Hearing Ushijima grunting and groaning in his ear, moaning deep and husky, is unbelievable.

It made Shoyo’s head spin, and even though he’s crushed between Ushijima and the wall, he’s being absolutely consumed by ecstasy.

"Ushiji--ah~"

Ushijima began to cultivate new marks over the old ones that were made by somebody else.

They gasped against each other’s mouths, their minds melting until neither of them can really tell whose body is whose.

Their hips and hands were moving erratically.

"Your c*ck is so g-good, oh my God... it’s the best, it’s---", Shoyo cried, voice muffled in Ushijima's neck.

"Shoyo..."

"Me too--oh--oh--", Hinata can barely breathe as Ushijima’s pace increases.

He’s in a situation he’d never think he’d be in:

Being f*cked senseless against a wall by Ushijima Wakatoshi.

The realization sent tingles all over his body.

"I’m ah--"

Ushijima didn’t mean to c*m inside Shoyo, and not that either of them particularly care.

Hinata’s eyes flicker back into his head when he felt Ushijima’s c*ck swelling and rubbing inside him.

It's pounding against his pr*state again and again, sending his mind reeling and his muscles slack.

And before he knows it, he’s c*mming into Ushijima’s hand, hips bucking and trying to cram more of Ushijima’s c*ck inside him.

He's kissing him sloppily and desperately, craving him more than he’s every craved anyone before in his life.

Hinata's legs are shaking so badly, Wakatoshi had to set him down to help him to sit down on the bench.

Ushijima went to the sinks, taking a handful of paper towel and dampened it as Shoyo lies down on the bench, exhausted.

Silently, he returned to Hinata and wiped down every inch of him, removing the sweat and c*m and spit sticking to his skin.

He cleaned between each of Hinata’s fingers, at the base of his throat, aware of Shoyo’s half-closed eyes watching him the entire time.

They didn’t speak, their tongues are sitting swollen and awkward in their mouths.

He looked at the back of Wakatoshi who's wearing his jersey, it was lined with red marks made by Shoyo's nails. He made a proud smile, unconciously.

"I should go. Kageyama-kun is waiting for me.", Hinata said as he tried to sit up.

His muscles are still shaking, his lips are swollen, his hands are trembling.

Shoyo can feel his insides throbbing, but he managed to stand up and wear his clothes.

Ushijima nodded as he spoke, "See you again."

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Shoyo woke up at nine o’clock the next morning.

It’s Saturday and the clouds have cleared up, revealing a vast blue sky laced only by a few misty clouds.

He showered, pulled some clothes, and he wore a high-necked shirt just to be safe.

He went downstairs to stuff himself some breakfast before Kageyama arrives.

It’s easy to pretend that things are normal.

It’s easy for him to sit down at the breakfast table with his sister and mother.

He can look at himself in the eye as if everything is normal.

But he knows it’s not.

Hinata has never felt this relieved to see Kageyama in his whole life.

As soon as he heard Tobio come through the front gate, he bounds down the stairs.

He opened the door and met Kageyama halfway down the steps.

He heard Tobio chuckling in his ear, hands running up his back, and Shoyo felt all of his burdens slip from his shoulders.

"You okay?", Kageyama was surprised by the hug, but was more surpised with Hinata's sigh of relief.

Shoyo pulled back from him, holding Kageyama’s face between his hands.

"Better now that you’re here, Bakageyama."

He followed Hinata into his bedroom with their hands still clasped together.

"I was worried about you yesterday.", Tobio admitted as he drags himself down onto Shoyo’s bed, folding his arms behind his head.

"You just disappeared. I thought you said we were going home together."

Hinata gulped, unable to say that he was f*cked in the locker room by Ushijima.

"Coach Washijo... talked to me about the Brazil thing."

Kageyama hummed, not bothering to ask more.

"Hey, babe?", Hinata murmured, nestling himself into his boyfriend’s body.

"Hm?", Tobio responds, hands dragging up Hinata’s sides and lips searching for Shoyo's. He pressed a number of little kisses to them.

"I love you."

The words are genuine as they come, accompanied by a deeper kiss, wrapping arms and tangling legs.

"I love you too, dumb*ss."

Shoyo loves the way Kageyama makes him feel.

Warm, safe, loved.

The kind of things a lover is supposed to make you feel.

And yet, the nausea began to rise in his gut, muscles clenching and releasing under Tobio's touch.

S*x with Kageyama always starts out like this: Gentle touches and kisses that always lead to shedding clothes and muffled moaning.

It’s typical, Shoyo thought.

Two teenagers making love.

Shoyo suddenly felt the fresh pain in his entrance.

He can’t help but remember Ushijima and what they did.

He knows he can’t let Kageyama in.

Not now.

Not until the bruises have healed and that hickeys has faded.

Whenever Tobio's lips strays towards Shoyo’s neck, he shifts those kisses somewhere else.

Kageyama shouldn’t find the marks.

He shouldn’t find the evidence that Wakatoshi left behind.

Hinata would never let that happen.

It would shatter Kageyama, and Shoyo would rather die.

'Then you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.'

The tiny voice tells him.

'You should have thought of Kageyama. You should have stopped.'

'But in the end, you didn’t stop, even though you thought of him.'

'What kind of boyfriend does that make you?'

'What kind of person does that make you?'

Shoyo was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he sat up when his shirt was getting lifted.

He was alarmed when he felt Kageyama's hands on his spine.

Shoyo immediately pulled down his shirt.

Tobio, who had never met any resistance before, stared up at him with hands still suspended in the air.

"Hinata?", He sounds shocked. And a little concerned.

"I-I don’t feel like it today, babe."

The way Kageyama's eyes narrowed indicated that he doesn’t believe it.

"What’s going on, Shoyo?", Tobio asked, his voice was hard and suspicious.

"Nothing. Does something have to be wrong for me to not want this?"

His question hangs heavy in the air.

Kageyama's eyes didn't leave Hinata's. Not once.

Tobio can tell that Hinata has something he doesn’t want to tell him.

Shoyo doesn’t want that, of course not, but it’s better than telling him the truth.

That would hurt him a lot more.

"No... no. You’re right. Come on.", Kageyama sighed and pats the bed next to him, letting Hinata nestle down beside him again.

Tobio left later that afternoon after Shoyo’s mother persuaded (forced) him to stay for lunch.

Hinata sees him off at the gate, watching after him for a little bit as he walks off down the street before going back inside.

The moment he’s without Kageyama, he felt heavy again, guilty.

He scoffed at himself, shutting himself back into his room.

At least, he didn’t sleep with Tobio. At least he had control enough for that.

'And yet you didn’t have that control around Ushijima-san, did you?'

He tried his hardest to shove the tiny voice aside.

His phone buzzed once, twice, and Shoyo picked it up from the bed to check it.

He received a message from someone.

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Received 2:12 PM

Hinata Shoyo. There is something I would like to talk about with you. Please call me when you can.

Seen 2:13 PM

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He didn’t even sign his name. How like him.

There is no question that the message is from Ushijima. After all, who else would send Hinata a text like that?

The only other person who texts with such formality is his grandmother.

Shoyo locked his phone and flings it onto his bed, throwing himself down after it and burying his face in his arms.

"I'm bad. I'm bad. I'm bad."

He felt like a child throwing a tantrum, and perhaps that’s exactly what he’s doing.

He rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

He could just text back, telling Ushijima to f*ck off. That he can't.

He wants Ushijima to stop this.

He wants to filter everything he’s feeling into those few words.

He digs around for his phone again, opening it and staring at the message displayed on the screen for few seconds.

He stared at the number, memorizing the digits with as much contempt as he can muster.

Then, he punches them into the dial pad and holds the phone to his ear.

"Hello, Shoyo.", Ushijima’s voice sounds a little different down the phone line, but it’s him.

It’s definitely him.

"Hello, Ushijima-san."

"Uhh you see..."

"We shouldn't do this. I feel bad."

"K-Kageyama is my boyfriend."

"That time at the locker room, p-please forget about it."

In all honesty, Shoyo isn’t sure what he expected.

Did he expect Ushijima to hang up without a word?

To come back with some half-wit remark?

To make some blunt comment and miss the point completely?

Hinata, on the other hand, feels like he got the point across relatively well.

"You cannot hinder fate, Hinata.", There’s a drop in Ushijima’s voice, sending shivers at the sound of it.

He hadn’t been expecting that.

Hinata grits his teeth.

'Put the phone down, Shoyo. Hang up.'

But he didn’t.

"You let me f*ck you even though you are in a relationship with him?" Wakatoshi asks dryly.

Shoyo draws in a long, low breath.

Something about the way Ushijima says ‘f*ck’ makes him ache.

Ushijima isn’t the type to curse, but when he does curse, he somehow manages to do it exceptionally well.

Hinata remembered seeing those lips forming around that particular word.

"Well.. back then... I wasn’t in my right mind."

Even his voice sounds a little weaker.

'Pull yourself together, you dumb*ss!'

There’s a short pause before Wakatoshi speaks again, voice as low and as viscous as before.

"Shoyo, can I ask you something?"

"O-okay." Hinata made a deep breath, calming himself.

"Who is better?"

Shoyo was speechless, surprised.

Never in his seventeen years on Earth did he ever expect those words to leave Ushijima Wakatoshi’s lips, let alone directed at him.

And yet, it made him think.

S*x with Tobio is wonderful.

Kageyama is always careful not to hurt him but manages to give him to bruises when Shoyo assures him that it’s ok to be a little rough.

He fills him just the right way, never c*ms too early or too late, never leaves Hinata sore in the morning.

S*x with Kageyama is just fine. Just fine.

It’s nice when he sucks in a few hickeys or leaves a few marks, because Tobio is the possessive kind.

And Hinata knows he’s never been unsatisfied.

'But if you were satisfied with Kageyama, why didn’t you turn Ushijima away?'

Shoyo became silent.

His mind is suddenly filled with the animal desperation he felt at the locker room.

The heat of Ushijima’s skin against his own.

It all combined into mind-numbing pleasure.

Tobio had f*cked him hard like that before...

...but with Ushijima, it was different.

It was better.

There’s a guilty lump in his stomach again, but this time it’s mixed with a swell of arousal.

He can’t... lie.

"Shoyo?", Ushijima asks after a long silence, Hinata only having mumbled something obscure.

"...u..", Shoyo draws in a deep, shaky breath.

"You."

He lets his ears ride the noise of Ushijima’s breathing.

Hinata breathes against the receiver, but his breath is hotter and heavier now.

He licks his lips, throat closing up with the knowledge that he is about to do something he definitely should not do.

"Ushijima-san, please say my name again."

'What are you doing?!', His mind shrieks at him, scrabbling for reason and finding none.

He doesn’t listen. He can’t listen.

At least not with the sensation between his thighs or the prickle against his skin.

"Shoyo...", Ushijima’s voice drags out the name in his confusion, and yet somehow, it just makes it even hotter.

His voice is so deep, rougher, more adult than anything Shoyo is really used to.

Hinata spreads his knees a little, the hem of his shorts riding a little higher up his thighs.

He craves touch, Ushijima’s touch.

He needs to feel him like he did in the locker room.

He needs it.

"I... love Kageyama-kun..."

Shoyo’s breath snaps, hitching in his throat as his hand hovers above his hipbone.

"Shoyo... are you all right?"

Hinata grits his teeth in frustration.

"I’m fine..", He responds curtly, the tips of his fingers touching against his inner thigh.

His skin is burning hot, slick with sweat from the heat already.

"Are you touching yourself?"

He really has no grace whatsoever, Shoyo thinks dryly, licking his lips again, tongue feeling swollen and heavy in his mouth.

"Shoyo. Answer me."

Hinata gasped, there’s a certain shift of tone in Ushijima’s voice, something darker, something that wasn’t there before.

"Yes..."

There’s a short pause from the other end of the line and for a moment they’re suspended in silence, just breathing and waiting for the other to make the move.

"I want to touch you again.", Ushijima tells him, voice deep and smooth as honey.

"I want to see you bent out of shape and slick with sweat, Shoyo."

"Regardless of whether or not you have Tobio."

Shoyo's heart is racing in his chest.

It’s beating so loudly he can hear it in his ears, feel each throb all the way to his fingertips.

He’s unbearably hot and he spreads his legs, hand creeping down his thigh towards the apex of his legs.

He pinches the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, then, shoving his shorts down to his knees and letting his fingers curl around his c*ck, already hard, a pearl of prec*m gathering at the crown.

"You’re mine."

Ushijima’s voice is a snarl and Hinata’s hips jolt up into his hand in response.

"Even if your mind refuses to acknowledge it, Shoyo, your body seems to be fully aware of the fact."

"I’m not..."

"I’m not yours..."

But he feels it.

Possessiveness.

Tobio is possessive, especially of Hinata.

He doesn’t like it when Shoyo talks with the girls, even with other boys.

He likes to mark him up, to put his hands around his neck.

So how is it that Ushijima can use only his voice to make Shoyo feel this way?

To feel... owned.

Like a dog. A b*tch.

He doesn’t want to feel owned, and yet he can’t help the tightness in his chest.

Like a b*tch responding to a master’s call.

Shoyo chews the inside of his cheek, fighting back against the overwhelming pleasure that grips him.

'Kageyama can’t make you feel like this.'

With his free hand, he reaches behind him, shifting so he rests on his hands and knees, one hand curled round his c*ck and the other pressing tentative fingers against his entrance.

He pushed a little and his hole yields almost immediately.

It’s soft and hot and it sucks his fingers in almost desperately.

He’s desperate for something bigger.

Bigger even than what Tobio can supply, more uncomfortable, more painful.

He’s desperate for it, and before he knows it, he already slipped three fingers inside himself.

Working them in as deep as he can until he reached that golden spot.

"...eed it.", He gasps into the receiver, voice muffled by the angle of his lips against the sheets.

"I need it."

Was that a chuckle? Shoyo can’t be sure, but he heard a jolt in Wakatoshi's own breathing, the phone being shifted, the rustling of material.

"I want to f*ck you again.", Ushijima groaned down the line, voice a deep rumble like thunder.

Hinata can feel it vibrate in the very marrow of his bones. His voice drops to a whisper.

"C*m for me, Shoyo. Do it."

Shoyo wasn’t even close to c*mming, not in the slightest.

It was still only sharp spikes of arousal, the slow climb to climax he hadn’t quite neared.

And yet as soon as Ushijima tells him to c*m, he feels a sudden spike of heat.

Tears spring to his eyes and his knees begin to shake.

Eventually giving out as he slides down onto the sweat-damp sheets.

Bucking himself back on his fingers and working his dripping c*ck over in his hand.

"...Ushijima-san... I’m c*mming... God, please--"

Shoyo’s voice breaks off as he buried his face in a pillow, unable to swallow down the moan as his org*sm hits him.

His entire body shakes and his vision flashes white and he’s c*mming.

He’s c*mming hard against his palm, c*mming undone all at once just at the sound of Ushijima’s voice.

He can barely move a muscle and focuses only on breathing, deep and even, until he can manage to gather his thoughts again.

He can still hear Wakatoshi on the phone.

All he can imagine is Ushijima sitting alone in his room with that magnificent c*ck clenched in his fist. Head thrown back as he climaxes with Hinata’s name on his lips.

'Kageyama... I’m so sorry.'

A while later, Shoyo sits up, slowly taking the phone with him and holding it to his ear, just breathing.

"Ushijima-san. I need to see you."

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The air is hot and thick and heavy.

The entranceway is narrow and their bodies almost touch.

He’s close, too close, as close as the air around them.

"I--", Shoyo begins, half-stumbling up onto the hardwood floor.

His foot slips on the lip of the vestibule and he staggers, Ushijima’s hand shooting out to close around his arm, balancing him.

Close. So close. Too close.

Shoyo felt like crying as the tide rides higher inside him.

'What am I doing? What’s happening to me?'

Ushijima’s brows crinkle together in a deep frown.

"Shoyo...", The name breezes over Ushijima’s lips and Shoyo shudders at the sound of it.

He felt Ushijima’s other hand along his side, and they hold each other’s gaze for a little longer, neither of them able to breathe.

Hinata knows this is the time to shove him off, to yell, to make a scene, to stop this.

But his breath remained baited in his throat, eyes aflame with need, which Ushijima can clearly see.

He hadn’t bothered wearing a high-necked shirt now, seeing as Ushijima knows about the marks.

It was Ushijima who broke gaze first, eyes dropping to focus on the fading hickey stuck fast to Hinata's neck.

"If you want me to stop...", Ushijima tells him, voice a low rumble vibrating against Hinata's palm where his hand is braced on Wakatoshi’s chest.

"Say so now. Otherwise...", His breath ghosts up the side of Hinata's neck.

"I don’t know if I will be able to hold back."

It’s so easy.

It’s so easy for Shoyo to say ‘no’, to give a little push, even to turn his face away.

It’s very easy.

And yet, he didn’t.

The heat, the humidity, it’s all making him mad.

It’s driving him to the brink of insanity and making him melt, drip.

There’s no other explanation for it.

It’s like he’s drowning, suffocating slowly, as though Wakatoshi is choking the life out of him.

Suddenly, Ushijima’s hands push up beneath Hinata's shirt, teeth scraping against the skin of his neck.

Ushijima bites down, sinking his teeth into the flesh until Shoyo lets out a choked cry, shaking fingers fisting in the other man’s hair and pressing his mouth even closer.

It’s cool and wet between his fingers and Hinata leans in to press his face to Ushijima’s neck, inhaling, breathing him in, his scent, his essence.

They both just breathe, enveloping themselves in each other’s scent, hands gripping to bring them closer in a desperation to be connected that neither of them can really understand.

He knows he’s going to despise himself for this later, but he suddenly felt Ushijima’s thigh press up between his legs.

"Th-This is bad...", Shoyo managed to press out.

It took very little pushing for Ushijima to press his tongue past Shoyo's teeth and invade his mouth completely.

This is the first proper kiss they’ve had since that day in the locker room and it’s deep and long.

Moaning, Shoyo felt himself melting further against Ushijima’s body.

At the point they slipped to the bed, his fingers drag hungrily over Ushijima’s abs to the waistband of his jeans.

"What about Tobio?", Ushijima sounded breathless when he spoke.

Shoyo paused, dread blooming in his chest, and stared up at him.

"Ushijima-san...", Hinata breathes, his heart beating fast and hard in his throat.

Kageyama dwells in the back of his mind, ever-present, and it makes him cold.

He retracts his hands from Ushijima’s waistband.

He’s so close that Shoyo can taste his voice against his lips, and every pore of skin stands on end.

"You were always meant to be mine, Shoyo.", Ushijima breathes heavily as his hips pressed against Shoyo's, breath hitching in his throat.

"Always. Shoyo."

His legs fall open a little wider, allowing Ushijima to move closer between them until he can feel the press of Wakatoshi's erection against the seam of his trousers.

"Mine."

Hinata can barely breathe. He’s dripping, hips fluttering needily.

He’s little more than a b*tch in heat at this point, and he knows it.

Shoyo lifts his chin, tears springing to his eyes as his body fights against his mind.

His body is yearning unbearably to give into Ushijima’s touch.

But his mind is demanding he do the opposite.

He wants to stop this.

"I hate you..."

Hinata closed the distance between them, yanking Ushijima’s hair to pull their lips together.

Ushijima’s weight drops between his thighs and he grinds long and slow against Shoyo.

His broad hands moved down to help Hinata wriggle out of his shorts.

Ushijima breaks from the kiss, lips moving down Shoyo’s throat and over the hickey, down over his chest.

By the time Ushijima's mouth reaches Hinata's belly button, his hips arched up and his c*ck smearing was prec*m against Wakatoshi's collarbone in its desperation for friction.

Strong hands push his legs back towards his chest.

"Hold.", Ushijima commands and Shoyo removes his hands from the guy's hair to curl around his knees, holding his legs back.

He blushed at the shame of revealing himself so openly.

Like this, he is completely on display.

Ushijima sits back, drinking in the sight and licking his lips hungrily.

He leans down, then large hands curled around Hinata's hips as he presses his hot, wet tongue against Shoyo’s hole.

This caused Hinata to cry out and buck his hips up.

Considering how untalented Ushijima is in being eloquent, it appears his tongue is far more skilled at other things.

His tongue pushed and probed and pressed all the right places.

Shoyo's hole is wet and open and flushed, begging for something bigger.

Ushijima pressed in a finger and it slips inside, right to the knuckle with barely any resistance.

"Please...", Shoyo gasped out, hands springing from his legs and back to Ushijima’s hair.

Wakatoshi slides in another finger alongside the first.

"It... doesn’t matter, I just--"

Almost frantically, Ushijima removed his jeans and shoved them down his thighs, hissing at the release of his c*ck as it stands thick and hard above Shoyo’s.

He directs it down with his thumb, pushing the head against Shoyo’s hole.

"Ask for it."

"H-huh..?"

Hinata opened his bleary eyes, dazed.

"Beg for it."

"P-please...", He breathes shakily.

He’s so desperate, he craves it.

He needs it like he needs the air to breathe.

"Please f*ck me."

When Ushijima slams into him, Shoyo lets out a large moan.

It was so loud that Wakatoshi had to put a finger on Hinata's mouth to muffle it

Shoyo’s tongue trembled around his fingers and when he starts to suck at them, Ushijima felt his gut clench unbearably tight.

He used his free hand to spread Hinata’s legs back further, spreading him open as he sets an unforgiving rhythm.

Ushijima bent down and pressed their mouths together.

It’s too hot for Shoyo.

Too hot and too humid and too close.

He can’t breathe, not with Ushijima’s weight on top of him and his tongue in his mouth.

He began to feel himself going dizzy with pleasure, his head spinning.

His hips arched up to meet Ushijima’s with each thrust, driving the c*ck deeper inside him.

"...need it..", He pants as Ushijima straightens up, pulling Shoyo up into his lap and driving his c*ck in even deeper.

"F-F*ck me harder..."

'Don’t leave any of me behind, please.'

His head tips back, Ushijima’s lips attacking his neck again.

'Kill me, destroy me, please, God, just ruin me!'

He barely has the strength to speak or to moan, and the sounds that are coming from his mouth are more like weak groans and gasps.

'This is it', he thinks dazedly as Ushijima f*cks him harder and harder, surrounding him with his scent.

Their skin slides together, slick with sweat and Ushijima’s breath is beautifully laboured, Shoyo's nails scrabbling weakly down his chest as he f*cks the Hinata , harder, harder, harder--

"You’re mine.", Ushijima snarled against the corner of Hinata's mouth.

"Tell me. Tell me you’re mine."

"...ours."

Hinata moans, tongue swollen and slurring his words as he f*cks himself back against Ushijima’s c*ck as it splits him open, swelling with each thrust.

"Yours, yours, I’m yours, I love it, f*ck--"

His body is being pulverised and he can do absolutely nothing to stop it.

"Ushijima-san, Ushijima-san, I’m so close, I---"

Again, his voice breaks off as a moan crawls from his throat.

Shoyo’s hands trembled as he reaches up to take Ushijima’s face between his palms, fixing him with dewy, desperate eyes.

Wakatoshi lets his eyes fall shut, losing himself completely in Hinata.

In the smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him.

He’s never wanted or needed anybody as much as he needs Hinata Shoyo.

He shudders, reaching between them to wrap his rough palm around Hinata's c*ck.

It’s dripping wet in his fingers and he moves his hand quickly, careful to angle his hips so his c*ck grinds over Shoyo’s pr*state with each brutal thrust.

He pressed his lips to Hinata's ear, kissing the shell and catching the lobe between his teeth.

"You're mine now. Not Tobio's."

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