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Hinata has always responded well to physical contact. He loves hugs from friends, parents, his sister, even people he's just met as long as they don't look terrifying. High fives on the court are exhilarating, the slap of palm on palm. Even just sitting next to someone, knees touching, makes him feel warm and at home, and he's been known to fall asleep on people pretty frequently, and even Kageyama is always hesitant to wake him up. His teammates use pats on the head as a form of encouragement, and Hinata always beams and leans into it because really, there is nothing better than a friendly hand on your head or your shoulder. Even Kageyama, cranky and sullen Kageyama, has started warming up to Hinata clutching his arm or his hand or waiting expectantly, grinning, for a pat on the head when he gets a play right. Hinata loves it.
Unfortunately, friendly touches are not the only thing he's extremely sensitive to. Hinata's ticklish, for one thing, and as Kageyama's found out on his own, one night as they share a bed, Hinata's also very receptive to touching other places, lower places, somewhere seen only by Kageyama. It's a little embarrassing, but Kageyama seems okay with it, and Hinata's able to get back at him with a swift hand and agile fingers. (Even Kageyama is a bit ticklish, although he says he'll kill Hinata if he ever tells anyone.)
And then there's one part of Hinata's body in particular that's always been a little tender. He's not sure if it's normal or not, he's never asked anyone, and the thought of asking Kageyama if it's normal for nipples to feel so weird when his shirt is too thick or heavy or Kageyama's back is rubbing against his chest during a piggyback ride makes his stomach lurch with anxiety, so he's never mentioned it to anyone. Hinata doesn't think sensitive nipples are something most people have issues with, so he always does his best to ignore it. Every so often, though, when they're in the same bed, Kageyama's arm slung around him will brush against him and he has to bite back a noise of contentment; he doesn't want to admit to himself that he likes it. He doesn't want to tell Kageyama that he wants him to do it more.
He has a lot of embarrassing things about him, but that is one thing Kageyama never needs to be able to hold over his head.
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Hinata should have known better than to think this sensitive (ha) subject would never come up, especially when he and Kageyama have been doing more...intimate things together, lately. It's always at Kageyama's house, away from the prying eyes of a little sister who might have a baby crush on Hinata's best friend. He can't really remember when it started; all he knows is that it happens, sometimes, when he and Kageyama are alone together and their shoulders brush a little too long and then they're on top of each other on the bed or the floor or the couch, wherever they happen to be.
He blames it on hormones and Kageyama smelling so good, like shampoo and some spice he isn't sure of. That's definitely what is at fault today, sitting on the couch together and trying to focus on homework. Hinata's sitting next to Kageyama, resting his cheek on his shoulder while the taller boy is slouched over his textbook.
“Stop sniffing me,” Kageyama says, but he doesn't make to move away, so Hinata keeps sniffing. Kageyama acts like he doesn't like it, but if he hated it he'd move away, and Hinata's not going to let that gruff tone fool him again. He turns his head and nuzzles his face into the spot between Kageyama's neck and shoulder.
Kageyama makes a weird noise, the noise that sounds like a dying animal but is actually a laugh because despite how often he denies it, he is ticklish. He shoves at Hinata but Hinata's done this enough to know when to dodge, when to push forward and tip Kageyama back onto the couch, landing on top of him and pressing his face into Kageyama's worn sweater.
“I swear to god,” Kageyama's wheezing, fingers clutching at Hinata's sleeves, “If you don't get off of me, I'm going to kick your-” He laughs, earnest, when Hinata blows a raspberry against his collarbone.
Hinata sits up, grinning, because he loves seeing Kageyama when he actually allows himself to laugh, even if he has to play dirty to see it. Kageyama's face is open and nice and amazing and Hinata can't help himself, he wants to kiss him, his lips that are curving up just enough to look nice and not terrifying like when he actually thinks about smiling. So he does.
It's a short kiss at first, a peck on the lips, and Hinata pulls back before he goes in again. Slower this time, he scoots back down so he's pressed against Kageyama's chest, kisses him again and once more. This time, when he pulls back, Kageyama's not laughing; he has a look in his eyes that he gets when they roll around a little too much, or when Hinata's just out of the shower and pulling on a clean shirt. Hinata can feel his heart picking up.
“We're supposed to be studying, dumbass,” Kageyama says, but his words and his voice do not match up.
“We did study, I'm bored.” Hinata kicks his legs. They can get back to studying later. He wants to do something else now.
Kageyama's pushing himself up, leaning on his elbows, and somehow the way his chest rubs against Hinata's sends a wave of electricity through Hinata's skin. A flicker of something akin to worry (? it's hard to tell with Kageyama) crosses his friend's face as he shifts again and Hinata flinches back, trying to scramble up and off of him before something weird happens.
“Hey,” says Kageyama, looking at Hinata intently. “Are you alright?”
Hinata crosses his arms over his chest and nods rapidly. “You're right, we should probably study.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, Hinata feels his face flush because that was definitely not the answer to give to get Kageyama's mind off the weird face he'd just made. He's expecting Kageyama to protest, watching his face for any sign of danger.
There's a moment of silence, Kageyama eying him, and Hinata holds his breath; but then Kageyama's just nodding and pushing himself back up into a sitting position. The hair at the back of his head is mussed up and Hinata really, really wants to pat it down, always wants an excuse to touch Kageyama's soft hair, but he keeps his arms resolutely against his chest where he feels his nipples starting to perk up and he definitely cannot let Kageyama see that. He chews at his lip and pretends to be very occupied staring at the textbook that's slipped to the floor.
“You gonna get that?” The voice is close to his ear, and Hinata jumps. Kageyama sets his chin innocently on Hinata's shoulder, pointing down at the book. Hinata opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again.
“I can see it fine from here.”
There's a snort of warm breath against his cheek and Hinata just knows Kageyama is rolling his eyes. He doesn't say anything else, though, and Hinata thinks he might be safe, he's about to unfold his arms and maybe grab that book even though he'd really rather do anything other than study. Kageyama's body heat is making him feel warm and comfortable, and he slowly drops his arms to his lap.
And then the room is tilting and he's yelping at the feeling of Kageyama's arms around his waist, yanking him over into his lap. Hinata squirms; he hates when Kageyama does this (he doesn't) and he's about to elbow him in the stomach, hard, when he feels a cool hand slide under his shirt, against his skin.
This time he does elbow Kageyama in the stomach, although it's an accident, mostly. Kageyama swears and grips him tighter.
“Stop fucking moving, you're the one who said he was bored and then you go and elbow me in the stomach?” When he looks up, Kageyama's scowling down at him, looking very put out. Hinata feels a little bad, but not that bad. “We can study like this, if you seriously want to. There's a first time for everything, I guess.”
Hinata turns his face back to look straight ahead. He can feel Kageyama's heartbeat against his back, and the hand against his skin is very, very distracting. He squirms a little; maybe it will be okay. He sighs and leans back, which Kageyama correctly interprets to mean fine, go ahead, asshole, and his hand slips to Hinata's stomach.
He can feel his insides flip at Kageyama's touch, softer than anyone would probably think it possible for Kageyama to be. It's nice, and he finds himself relaxing a little, leaning back against Kageyama's chest.
Hinata should know better than to let his guard down, by now. Kageyama's hand moves higher, and higher, and Hinata's so lost in the feeling of it that he doesn't realize when it's getting close to dangerous territory until it is entirely too late and he tries to squirm away but Kageyama's arms are tight around him, chin on his shoulder, and Hinata feels fingertips against his nipple. He jolts, and the breathy noise that comes out of his mouth makes his cheeks heat up and tears prick at the corner of his eyes. He seriously, seriously hates Kageyama.
“Hinata,” says Kageyama, fingers stilling. “Are you being stupid about something right now?”
“No.” Hinata sets his jaw, stubborn, and glares at the wall in front of him. “You're stupid.”
“You're stupid,” Kageyama replies, and his fingers move again, slow, tracing the outside, and Hinata bites his toungue and tries not to move, not to breathe, not to do anything, but it's hard to stop his body from shivering at Kageyama's rough fingers against skin that is not ever touched by anyone, which Hinata makes absolutely sure of. Except for now, he guesses.
“This is kind of hard.” Kageyama flattens his fingers out, pressing against the tender area and rubbing and Hinata can't help it, he jerks, jamming his head back against Kageyama's shoulder and he swears he can feel the smug aura radiating off of Kageyama.
“I'm going to murder you,” he says, between gritted teeth. “I'm going to murder you and find a new partner who isn't a huge asshole and is even better at volleyball than you are.”
“That's impossible because I'm the best, nobody else can tolerate you, and you're too tiny to murder anyone.” Kageyama taps one finger against Hinata's nipple with each point he brings up. Hinata wants to protest, to bang his head back against Kageyama's stupid face, but there is another hand sliding slowly up his torso and he thinks he's going to die of a heart attack the way it's speeding up.
When the new hand tweaks his other nipple, Hinata can't help it. He keens, pressing his back against Kageyama. He is loud, he's always been loud, and most of the time he is completely unashamed because that's just who he is, but this is one time when he wants to bottle it up, to pretend this weird part of his body isn't embarrassingly sensitive.
“If you told me about this earlier then we could have done other stuff, idiot.” Kageyama's breathing right next to his ear, his fingers soft against Hinata's hardening nipples. “You're embarrassed.”
Hinata shakes his head, really wanting to deny it, but Kageyama's tugging gently at him, trying to draw the noises out of Hinata's mouth. He grinds his teeth.
“If you really hate this I can stop.” Kageyama's fingers still, resting against him. Yes, he wants to say, stop, this is embarrassing, but he can't because it also feels good. It feels really good. He doesn't want Kageyama to stop.
He shakes his head.
Suddenly he's looking up at the ceiling, dazed, wondering how he got there with his back pressed against the couch cushions and his shirt riding up. Kageyama's head pops into his vision and then he knows exactly what's happened, Kageyama is being a piece of shit again and staring down at him like he's won something.
“I hate you,” Hinata says, and then his shirt is being pushed up more, tucked under his chin, and he shivers at the cold air. He glances down and sees just what he was afraid of seeing; his nipples are pretty obviously hard now, small and goosebumped.
“You just said yesterday that you don't hate me.” Kageyama settles himself on top of Hinata, and he's heavy but not unbearable. They've learned to balance recently. “You can't change your mind that fast, asshole.”
“I can and I just did.” Hinata tries his best to ignore Kageyama thumbing against his nipples, tries to focus on the crack in the ceiling above his head. “There's a crack in your ceil-” His voice goes high, suddenly, and Hinata claps a hand against his mouth.
Kageyama looks up from where he's twisting one of the nubs between his fingers.
“You're the loudest dumbass I know literally every single day in every single situation,” grunts Kageyama. “Move your hands.”
Hinata shakes his head, and Kageyama glares at him like a spoiled kid. “Fine,” he says, and his fingers slide away from Hinata. Hinata's worried, for a second, that he's actually made Kageyama mad, but then there's a pair of warm hands against his wrists, yanking his hands away while he's too shocked to bother fighting back.
Arms pinned to the couch, Hinata squirms. “That's playing dirty!” he yelps, and Kageyama just sticks out his tongue. Hinata does the same, scowling, feeling a little better at his display of immaturity until there's an evil look in Kageyama's eyes and, hands still firm on Hinata's wrists, he's dipping his head, sliding low on Hinata's legs, until there's breath puffing against the pale skin of Hinata's chest and Hinata struggles in earnest, this time. There is no way Kageyama's actually going to-
Hinata cries out when Kageyama's tongue hits him, licking a stripe up his ribcage and across his very interested nipple. Hinata's back archest off the couch, hips rubbing against Kageyama, and it feels good, impossibly good, the friction on his hardening dick and the wet heat against his chest.
“Kageyama,” he whines out, feeling weak already. “Don't, that's so...that feels so weird,” and then Kageyama's doing it again, to the other side, and Hinata's protests die in his throat.
Kageyama's tongue has been on him before, in various places, but never here. He'd be lying if he says he hasn't thought about it, but he's never let himself get very far. This is so embarrassing.
He tries to control his breathing, in and out, in and out, slowly, but it hitches again when Kageyama's lips tighten around him and he sucks in, hard, and it burns and tingles at the same time. Hinata tosses his head and moans into his shoulder, trying his best to muffle the gross sounds he's making because of his nipples, of all things. Kageyama just sucks again, harder, and then he's licking around it with his tongue that's way too warm and way too wet.
When Kageyama pulls back Hinata lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, thinking that maybe somebody will have mercy on him. There's another part of him saying no, don't stop, that feels so good and it's that part that howls when Kageyama blows softly against him, against the slick spit left behind.
“Does it really feel that good?” He rolls his hips down for emphasis where they're touching against Hinata's, pressing his erection which is definitely fully hard now. Hinata's only a little relieved to feel the hardness pressing back against him; Kageyama's getting off to this too, and he's not even being touched. His head lowers back down and he's sucking at the other nipple, tongue sliding across it and his hips rock again. Kageyama is getting off to sucking at his nipple and Hinata honestly doesn't know why that sounds so hot to him. He cants his hips up, trying to angle himself so it rubs just right. It's hard when Kageyama's teeth are scraping against him, gently, but hard enough to draw an obscene noise from his mouth against his will.
“Kageyama,” he groans out, breathless. “Stop...I mean no, keep going but.” He thrusts his hips up again. There isn't enough friction, Kageyama's too tall and he's too short (he's not short, it's Kageyama's fault). He doesn't even have to explain himself futher, which is good because he can't, before Kageyama's shifting, rising up enough to bring his hips just right against Hinata's. He shifts down and Hinata whines. That's it.
Hinata doesn't even notice when Kageyama releases his wrists; they stay limp by his head, fingers twitching because he doesn't want to stop it anymore. He doesn't want to bother covering up the noises that are bubbling out of his throat as Kageyama's fingers go back to tug on the nipple that's not in his mouth, being laved with his tongue. His fingers are long, slender, and rough from years of playing sports and it feels absolutely wonderful against him and Hinata's thrusting up again. He thinks he's breathing out something like “please” and that is so horrifying, or it would be, if he cared. He does not.
The mouth against him is moving away again, and he feels the warm spit start to cool on his skin. His vision feels hazy as he watches Kageyama, crouched low and close to his body.
“It's really pink,” he's saying, and Hinata just makes a feeble noise in response as Kageyama's fingers work over him. “You look like a mess.”
“You're a mess.” Hinata knows his voice is weak but he manages to get out a sentence, and that's something. Kageyama grinds his hips down in retaliation, but it's not much of a punishment; it just makes Hinata's head tip back and his eyes slide closed.
And then, suddenly, there are fingernails, blunt and short, scraping against the sensitive skin and he moans, long and loud, hips stuttering up once, twice, again, and Kageyama pushes back down against him and twists, and Hinata's mind goes blank as he shudders over the edge. He feels Kageyama moving on top of him still, vaguely, and then his hips stop, too. He crashes down with an “oomph” against Hinata's chest.
His nipples are feeling intensely sore, kind of, but good, tingling, and he sighs. Kageyama's hair tickles the side of his cheek where their heads rest together; Hinata brings a hands to Kageyama's back, really wanting to touch him. His shoulders are heaving with his deep breaths. Hinata secretly feels a little satisfied that he made Kageyama come without even touching him.
“Fuck off,” Kageyama mumbles against Hinata's neck. “I know what you're thinking.”
Hinata hums and taps his fingers against Kageyama's back and feels his breathing settle. They lay there for a few minutes longer, until the cooling slickness in their pants causes them to fumble into a sitting position, Hinata leaning up against Kageyama's shoulder as he tugs his shirt back down.
He wrinkles his nose. “You got slobber all over me.”
“You got off from your nipples.” Kageyama looks at Hinata out of the corner of his eye. “I'm going to do that next time, too. I have the upper hand now.”
“You do not.” Hinata bumps his shoulder against Kageyamas, huffing. “I didn't even touch you and you-”
“I told you to fuck off, dumbass!” Kageyama's voice has that tone it gets when he's really, super embarrassed, and Hinata grins as he sees red cheeks from the corner of his eye. He leans in again, ignoring Kageyama telling him he feels gross and wants to clean up.
“We can clean up later. I'm tired.” He doesn't feel like moving; he feels warm and satiated and boneless. Kageyama is radiating heat and he could probably fall asleep right here.
Kageyama snorts. “Yeah, just like how we're going to study later.” But he shifts back, leaning his shoulders against the arm of the couch, and Hinata flops down on top of him. They fit like this nicely, now that they've worked out a pretty good position; it's fine, Kageyama always says, as long as his mother doesn't come home before they wake up.
Hinata's not going to tell him about the time he'd been woken up by a blanket being draped across them, sprawled over Kageyama's chest with his mother looking down and bringing a finger to his mouth to hush him, winking.
He brings a hand up, rubbing against the soreness under his shirt. On second thought, maybe he will tell him.