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Dim cheers and yells can be heard on the other side of the locker room walls.
It’s quiet here. They’re sitting close in each others’ arms in nearly suffocating heat, but Kageyama still feels cold.
A shudder shakes through his spine while sitting close to Oikawa. The older teen has wrapped his arms around him,
his face buried in Kageyama’s neck tickling his hair and skin with his breath.
Scenting.
This is what they do if Kageyama recalls correctly. “I think we have to go back, Oikawa-san,” he tries to reason.
But Oikawa tightens his hold around him, burying his nose deeper into Kageyama’s neck, nipping at the
sensitive scent glands that are still healing from the bite.
“Just a bit more Tobio-chan… please.” Oikawa sounds pitiful, inhaling deeply, slowly trying to control the tremor and tension in his body.
If Kageyama was going to be truthful, he also didn’t want to separate from him either. He dips his head down close to Oikawa’s scent glands,
nibbling at the small mark he had left there before. He tightens his arms around his senpai, enjoying each others’ presence and scent.
Their fast and far too loud heartbeats slow down, beating in unison. Still beating loud enough to drown out the noises coming from the other room.
Oikawa is not letting go of Kageyama. He’s relaxing in his hold. Breathing hot puffs of air on the younger one’s neck, making Kageyama feel cold for a second. It tickles against the hair, causing a small laugh to bubble up.
They still have some time.