Hinata clawed the back of Oikawa’s t-shirt, panting helplessly. Oikawa’s hands he loved but this –

Hinata moaned as Oikawa’s tongue took to circling and wetting his head –

‘T-t-t -’

Hinata could not articulate Oikawa’s name. One of Oikawa’s hands held up Hinata’s stiff cock and Oikawa sucked on Hinata’s head, the inside of his mouth rubbing against the sides of Hinata’s dick. Hinata moaned louder still, gripping the setter’s shirt so tightly that if he pulled it would probably rip, his back was bent so forward he practically encased Oikawa; his stomach bumped the top of Oikawa’s head – Oikawa’s head that was submerged in Hinata’s crotch, the setter still crouched between Hinata’s open legs, his left palm propping him up as his right hand held Hinata’s cock. Oikawa’s mouth continued to make love to Hinata’s dick and Hinata could barely stop his brain from exploding –

Oikawa knew that it wouldn’t be long now – he squeezed the spiker’s dick, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from Hinata, as Oikawa began to massage Hinata with his hand and suck and release with his mouth in sync. Hinata could not control himself any more –

Hinata kicked out as he came, wailing loudly, holding tight onto Oikawa’s t-shirt, lights bursting in his mind, as a thousand electrical currents whizzed through him in episodic spasms –

His eyes had closed as he gave into the sensation of the hit; of Oikawa’s beautiful scarred hand holding him, of Oikawa’s warm, hot mouth that still had not left his dick as Hinata continued to cry out. Hinata suddenly realised –

I’m still inside his mouth –

Oikawa was still pumping out every last bit of Hinata into his mouth and swallowing it down: the physical, mental and emotional sensations from this made Hinata feel like a great burning ball of fire, as if he were a shooting star, travelling through the night sky at 100,000 miles per hour.

As Hinata gulped down air and calmed, his grip eased on Oikawa’s shirt and he lent back on his palms. He felt the air swirl cold around his dick head as Oikawa’s warm mouth released him and the setter gently placed his dick back against his stomach. Oikawa lifted his head up and sat back on his knees.

Their eyes met. Oikawa smiled like an arrogant devil, lightning behind his eyes, thrilled, intoxicated. His facial expression made Hinata’s beating heart beat even faster.

Oikawa stared at that pretty, flushed, breathless, innocent face before him which looked fit to collapse. The spiker did collapse – Hinata collapsed onto his back, panting, like he’d just played ten hours of volleyball but even better. He was thirsty, he was sweating, he was euphoric – Hinata felt so good, so alive, so awake. And so –

Bewitched.

He was even more bewitched with Oikawa.

Oikawa crawled forward and fell onto the spiker’s left side again, the same position they had started off in, with Hinata gasping for breath on his back, fully naked, and Oikawa, still clothed, leaning on his right side, gazing at the spiker.

Hinata glanced at Oikawa – and then blushed and looked away, the setter so smug, so hypnotic, with eyes so intense and fixated, staring at the middle blocker’s face. Oikawa leaned in and kissed Hinata’s warm cheek and Hinata hid his face in the setter’s neck.

‘Why are you hiding, chibi-chan? Hmmm?’ Oikawa wrapped an arm around Hinata’s bare sweaty back and hugged the spiker, Hinata’s hot face against Oikawa’s neck.

‘You keep staring at me,’ Hinata mumbled.

‘Well this isn’t a new thing is it? I’ve been staring at your pretty face since the blackout.’

‘But you always look at me when we do stuff.’

‘I’m not the only one – you look at me when we do stuff too.’

Wait. Hinata thought, he’s right.

‘You like looking at my facial expressions too, don’t you, chibi-chan? Why is that?’

Hinata was relieved his face was buried in the setter’s neck and that his cheeks were already warm from coming – Oikawa could not see the mortification and blush on the spiker’s face.

‘Why do you like looking at me, huh chibi-chan?’

Hinata shook his head into the setter and Oikawa chuckled. Oikawa tenderly stroked Hinata’s back.

‘How was that? Was that OK?’ Oikawa asked.

Hinata pulled away and looked at that model-like face –

‘Your face shows that you know it was more than OK.’

Oikawa burst into laughter and kissed Hinata on the mouth –

Hinata stuck his tongue out and tasted something salty, bitter, strange –

Hinata withdrew from the kiss, his eyes wide. ‘Is that what – I taste like?’

Oikawa grinned. ‘Indeed, chibi-chan.’

‘But I… I don’t taste nice at all.’

Oikawa laughed and pinched the top of Hinata’s butt –

‘Ow -!’

Before tenderly biting the apple of Hinata’s left cheek. 

Oikawa stared into those gorgeous amber eyes that stared back up at him. ‘It’s OK because now I have a part of you inside of me.’

Hinata’s heart skipped a beat. He gazed up at that glorious face in disbelief and found only sincerity there.

‘You really… feel that way?’

‘I do.’

Hinata latched his body onto the setter in jubilation at those words, wrapping his leg and arm around Oikawa. So comfortable, so snug, attached to that body that radiated its sensual scent. Hinata sighed in happiness he’d never even dreamt of. He kissed the base of Oikawa’s neck.

‘Your mouth -’ Hinata murmured, ‘your hand and your mouth, your tongue…’ Just saying this made the spiker feel like he was going to get turned on again, ‘all of it felt so wonderful. I’ve – I’ve never – I’ve never experienced anything like that before.’

‘I’m so pleased I made you feel that way,’ Oikawa whispered. ‘It is my pleasure to pleasure you, Shoyo.’

Hinata felt an explosive rush from those words, different to the orgasm he’d just had but just as powerful.

Hinata then noticed – he’d been so caught up in what had just happened he only just realised – Oikawa was hard. The setter’s cock was sandwiched between them, bulging through Oikawa’s shorts and t-shirt. Hinata did not know how long Oikawa had been like that for; the setter hadn’t said a thing but Hinata reckoned it had been a while…

Hinata extracted his leg from being wrapped around Oikawa and then extracted his arm, dragging his hand over the setter’s waist, stomach –

Hinata felt Oikawa slightly tense when he stroked the contour of the setter’s dick through the layers of material. Hinata’s next move was predictable: he was going to slip his hand into Oikawa’s shorts but –

He didn’t want to be predictable.

He didn’t want to do the same things he did every time. He wanted to try something different. The only problem was – he didn’t know what. Hinata internally crumpled from the weight of his inexperience; he knew nothing about this sort of thing; his experiences with Oikawa were the most he’d ever had. Hinata placed his hand on Oikawa’s chest and pushed himself away, fully aware of his blushing face.

‘Does it, er, feel the same – feel just as good – when I, er, touch you too?’ Despite his embarrassment, Hinata watched Oikawa, needing to know.

Oikawa surveyed that cute, inquisitive, determined face.

‘Of course it does,’ Oikawa whispered.

‘So – so if I were to kiss your neck or – or l-lick your nipple you’d like that too? That would also make you feel good?’ Hinata’s face was redder than a tomato. He felt so flustered and so inadequate, he couldn’t believe what he was saying and he couldn’t look Oikawa in the eye. Yet at the same time – Hinata knew – he wanted to please Oikawa too. He wanted to make Oikawa feel as good as the setter made him feel. He too wanted to see those pained euphoric desperate expressions, caused by him, on this person’s face. Hinata remembered – that time he tugged at Oikawa’s dick long, hard, short, fast and felt the bountiful buzz from watching his hand cause such pleasurable reactions in the setter.

Oikawa realised: Chibi-chan’s attitude, his stuttering questions –

Ah, Oikawa clocked, he’s nervous.

Oikawa placed a hand on Hinata’s warm, red cheek, and looked into those crystal syrup eyes.

‘Everything you do with me is… your first time, right?’ Oikawa whispered.

Embarrassed but relieved Oikawa had acknowledged it and said it out loud, Hinata nodded. Oikawa suddenly smirked. Hinata could feel it, he could feel the delicious pleasure emanating off of Oikawa, the setter bathing in this fact that he was Hinata’s first in so many ways. With eyes like a wolf Oikawa surveyed his prey before taking a taste of Hinata’s neck with his tongue and then pushing his lips onto the crow’s in a sudden fervent kiss. Oikawa was already hard but Hinata could sense this strange truth… that Oikawa seemed to like Hinata’s inexperience… it seemed to… turn Oikawa on even more than if Hinata had been with lots of different people…

Oikawa kissed Hinata some more, hard, one hand stroking the spiker’s naked body –

‘I like everything about you, chibi-chan including this – I like that this is all new to you. I like that you’ve chosen to do this with me,’ Oikawa breathed. ‘I like being the first in everything in life,’ Oikawa took one of Hinata’s hands in his, and kissed the back. ‘You have nothing to fear, Shoyo. Whatever you do is going to feel good to me. Because it’s you. And I relish in being the first to be this intimate with you… So. Do what you want,’ Oikawa half-grinned. ‘I trust you.’

‘I… I want to make you feel good,’ Hinata whispered.

‘You already do.’

Hinata lifted his head and kissed the setter. Oikawa kissed him passionately back as Hinata’s hands travelled down and found the hem of Oikawa’s t-shirt. Hinata raised it up – Oikawa broke the kiss momentarily as he allowed Hinata to undress him – the second t-shirt Hinata tossed to the floor that night – before returning to kiss the spiker. Hinata’s hands explored the naked contours of Oikawa’s torso – the setter’s abs, his chest, his neck –

Hinata pulled away, to do exactly what Oikawa had accused him of doing –

He wanted to look at him. Hinata wanted to look at Oikawa’s strong, slender arms, those toned pecs and incredible abs – he wanted to drink in the sight of Oikawa’s body, this body Hinata cared for, yearned for, constantly. Like a scientist, Hinata took one of Oikawa’s hands in his, and, starting from Oikawa’s hand, moved his own up Oikawa’s arm, feeling the setter’s skin, observing the beauty in Oikawa’s body, the suppleness, the hard muscle, the soft hair. Hinata’s fingers ate up the feel of Oikawa’s hard collarbone – the definition of the setter’s chest – the track of abs Hinata had dug his dick into, weeks ago –

Oikawa clenched his fists and then released his hands, inhaling through his nose. Hinata was not aware but Oikawa was watching him this whole time, watching the crow’s curious concentrating expressions and feeling more and more ready from Hinata’s delicate touches. Even now, as those small girl-like hands gently explored the setter’s torso, Oikawa had to fight against himself not to pounce on Hinata and pound him into the bed. Hinata’s soft and tender hands, that Oikawa loved so much, ever since they nursed him during the blackout, were tantalising as they stroked Oikawa’s bare skin; they were like drops of blood into the mouth of a starving wolf – it was like Oikawa had been presented with the most exquisite banquet ever but out of courtesy for the host he had to eat slowly and follow the host’s lead: he’d always suspected Hinata was a virgin – chibi-chan’s purity was transparent from the moment the setter laid eyes on the crow, and Oikawa would be lying if he said that it didn’t add to the appeal of the little cutiepie. But today. Never had Hinata’s virginity been as tempting for Oikawa as it was in this moment: the spiker unclothed, naked, before him, glistening in post-cum sweat, beautifully blushed, curious, oh so curiously tracing elfin fingertips against the bare skin of Oikawa’s upper body, completely naive to how Oikawa felt. In all the previous weeks where Oikawa had to maintain his mask and under it, battle with his escalating feelings for Hinata, even since that very first night they were here during the blackout when he was tempted to kiss Hinata, never would he have guessed that even until now, when they were officially in a relationship, Oikawa still had to hold back.

Again, this realisation boomed through Oikawa –

I am never this considerate.

Not ever.

Not with anyone.

So why now –

But Oikawa’s thoughts scattered as tiny hands pulled down on his shorts. With one hand, Oikawa pulled everything off and threw it behind him. He smirked at Hinata’s rose-kissed cheeks, that nervous expression and alarmed eyes.

This was the first time they were both fully naked together.

Oikawa’s body…

This was the first time Hinata had seen Oikawa fully naked.

… is unreal…

It was like something out of a portrait or a painting, something drawn by an artist hundreds of years ago. Oikawa’s body was a Grecian sculpture – no doubt if he had lived during ancient times Oikawa would’ve been the fixation of every artist alive. 

He was slim but muscular, his legs and torso toned, his face model-like and his dick –

Even Oikawa’s dick was beautiful.

Oikawa watched with a self-satisfied glint in his eyes as Hinata soaked up in his entire body in obvious awe. As Hinata’s heart pounded, the spiker could not help thinking –

Even after everything I know about him, everything I like about him… how is it still possible… for me to like him even more?

Hinata tore his attention away from the captain’s body and looked him in the eyes. ‘Can I… touch you?’

So curious, so polite, Oikawa’s heart sighed, so respectful and still so uncertain. Even until now.

‘Of course. You don’t have to ask, Shoyo.’

Hinata propped himself up on his knees and shuffled forward. 

He started at Oikawa’s toes, and continued to drag his hand along the bone in Oikawa’s foot then up across the setter’s ankle, leg, knee, thigh – he let his hand barely graze Oikawa’s erect cock – the captain sharply inhaled – then onto Oikawa’s abs, stomach, chest, nipple – Hinata noted how Oikawa didn’t seem to react to this motion – then along Oikawa’s shoulder, arm, elbow, forearm and hand. Hinata felt even more privileged than he did that time Oikawa let him dry his hair on their last night during the blackout: here Hinata got to fully immerse himself in the sensation of touching every inch of Oikawa’s skin – I’m dating Oikawa – the magnitude of this suddenly washed over Hinata anew in a wave of aching joy and wonder –

Hinata kicked out his legs from under him, falling onto his left side, facing the setter, as he lunged for Oikawa’s lips. Hinata gripped strands of silk hair as he roughly kissed the setter before kissing Oikawa down down down – jaw, neck, collarbone, chest, nipple – as suspected, this seemed to do nothing for Oikawa so he –

‘Ahhh -!’

– bit Oikawa’s nipple instead.

‘Shoyo -!’

Oikawa saying Hinata’s name like that was like music to the spiker’s ears as he sucked through clenched teeth.

‘Sho- aghhh-’

Hinata felt nails and Oikawa’s palm clamp onto his shoulder as he sucked and figured that if he could handle it, then Oikawa definitely could –

Hinata let go but only momentarily – he continued to nip and bite his way down, bypassing Oikawa’s dick –

He bit the front of Oikawa’s thigh hard instead –

‘Oww!’

Hinata smiled. But now, Oikawa had probably waited long enough –

Hinata held up Oikawa’s cock against the setter’s stomach, and – in a moment of boldness – ran his tongue across Oikawa’s balls. Hinata felt the setter squirm and gasp; Hinata regretted not being able to see Oikawa’s face as he continued to trace his wet tongue up Oikawa’s shaft, slowly dragging his tongue along Oikawa’s full cock right to the tip. One of the setter’s hands gripped Hinata’s hair so tightly it felt like Oikawa could pull a tuft of hair out if he wanted to –

‘Gah – Sho -’

Oikawa’s sounds of desperation were the most satisfying thing Hinata had ever heard as the spiker licked the underside of the head of Oikawa’s dick repeatedly and then dragged his tongue all over that taut skin, wetting it as much was possible –

Hinata inched slightly up, took a deep breath and then enveloped Oikawa’s dick head into his mouth. By instinct or by his daring nature, he stuck his tongue out as he did so, so that his soft, moist tongue stroked the frenulum of Oikawa’s cock as he took the setter into his mouth –

Oikawa moaned and writhed and could not take it anymore –

With his heart pounding and his desire about to consume him, Oikawa gripped Hinata’s hair with both of his hands and started moving his dick deeper into Hinata’s mouth. Hinata coughed, momentarily in shock and a small hand went gently to Oikawa’s waist to balance against the force of Oikawa repeatedly thrusting his dick into Hinata’s mouth –

Hinata sucked and opened his mouth wider but it was awkward and the timing was off – he tried to make sure his teeth wasn’t hitting the setter’s dick – the hands clawing at his hair hurt and his sweaty forehead kept bumping against Oikawa’s damp pubic area – his neck hurt, despite lying on his side, from keeping it up and his head tilted forward to allow Oikawa ease of entry – he was sure his mouth would start to hurt from opening and sucking so much – not to mention, was he even doing this correctly? But all of it, none of it, mattered – not his virgin technique, or the pulling of his hair, or his open jaw or the large dick fitting into his mouth – because he could hear the euphoria coming from Oikawa, he could hear the grunts and moans of pleasure the setter was receiving from his mouth –

And to Hinata, that was all that mattered.

As unskilful as Hinata felt, he felt something much more powerful: Oikawa’s lust. Oikawa repeatedly bucked his hips, shoving his dick as far as it could go into that pretty face, clenching that beautiful ginger hair like reins, lost in the moment of a dream. Oikawa’s dick moved of its own accord savouring the wet walls of Hinata’s mouth every time the spiker sucked, the feel of that soft tongue, the heat and saliva drenching his dick. How badly had he wanted this. How badly had he been tempted and attracted to Hinata from the moment he saw this pretty little thing take care of his hands. Oikawa had refrained so much but could not refrain anymore –

Oikawa fucked Hinata’s mouth hitting the back of his throat – Hianta coughed and spluttered – but Oikawa moaned, breathing loudly, rapid – the setter grabbed the back of Hinata’s head, holding it in place as he fucked that beautiful face –

No one’s been inside him before, his virgin mouth is mine –

The thought was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Oikawa –

He came, crying out, hard, loud, stuttering for breath, shooting straight into Hinata’s mouth –

Hinata coughed and choked and Oikawa went to pull out but the tiny hand gripping Oikawa’s hip clawed tighter; Hinata forced his mouth further down on Oikawa’s shaft provoking a gasp so loud from Oikawa it filled the whole room. Oikawa jerked in spasms, gripping Hinata’s hair, panting, as waves of pleasure repeatedly shot through him, and at the same time, Hinata was swallowing down all of his cum –

He tastes… different to me… sweeter –

Hinata sucked on the tip making the setter groan as Oikawa’s load lessened and Hinata did not remove his mouth either until Oikawa was done.

Oikawa collapsed back heaving, gasping for air, his mind blown. He felt… superhuman. His heart pounded but it felt like his soul was pounding with it – what was this? The last few times he’d had sex were just a means to an end; he’d felt next to nothing for those girls, the whole time imagining Hinata… And now this, with Hinata, with the object of his desire and affection, made everything a hundred times better, like nothing Oikawa had ever experienced before. The endorphins he felt and the feelings he had for the middle blocker…

Grew.

How?

Oikawa was able to deflect connections in sex. He was a pro at it. The more partners he’d had, the less sex meant. But now –

But we haven’t even had sex.

Oikawa’s heart, as always with Hinata, felt that much bigger. The honour, the privilege of being the first, the satisfaction and pride from it too… but mostly, the joy. The joy of sharing his body with someone he deeply and profoundly cared about, with Hinata, made what had just happened even more fulfilling.

Why?

It didn’t make sense to Oikawa. Why with Hinata, compared to all the other people he’d been with –

Speaking of Hinata –

Oikawa lifted his head and looked down. The crow hadn’t moved. The lil nugget was still in the same position, lying on his side, his face level with Oikawa’s now flaccid dick, halfway down the bed.

He’s too quiet.

‘You OK, chibi-chan?’

Oikawa shuffled down to Hinata, bending his legs to stop them falling off the bed, to look at the spiker’s face. Hinata’s cheeks were flushed red, his eyes were round, wide, leaking, as his gaze met Oikawa’s. His lips were plump, wet, swollen.

Shit, Oikawa panicked, I went too hard –

‘Did I – hurt you?’ Fuck. ‘Is your mouth – OK?’ Oikawa desperately searched Hinata’s unresponsive eyes. ‘Sho? I’m so sorry -’

‘We’re the same now.’

Oikawa blinked, confused.

‘Now I have a part of you inside me too. I’ll always have a part of you with me wherever I go.’

Oikawa wasn’t sure why, if it was the way Hinata had phrased it, or because he knew that the spiker had meant every word, or perhaps it was from relief at having not harmed the little bird, or maybe it was a combination of all of these things but for the second time that evening, Oikawa felt close to tears. He grabbed Hinata and drew the boy’s naked body to his. Hinata wrapped an arm around Oikawa’s back, the two of them enjoying the warmth and feel of their bare skin touching.

But then Oikawa pulled back and kissed Hinata on the forehead, cheeks, nose and ever so carefully on his lips –

‘Did I hurt you?’ Oikawa searched those light brown eyes.

Hinata hesitated. ‘I’m – OK -’

Fuck.

‘I did, didn’t I? I’m sorry,’ Oikawa whispered, ‘this was your first time, I should’ve gone slower -’

Hinata shook his head and dropped his gaze. ‘No, it’s OK, if I was more experienced or better then…’ Hinata felt the heat in his cheeks. ‘If I knew what I was doing -’ Hinata lowered his head further, feeling worse.

‘Hey.’ Oikawa delicately lifted Hinata’s chin with the curve of his index finger forcing the spiker to look him in the eyes. ‘You were amazing. You felt amazing. Your hands. Your tongue. Your mouth. Everything you did made me feel the best I have in ages. You have nothing to feel bad about, Shoyo.’

Hinata wasn’t sure why but his eyes brimmed with tears. ‘You’re too kind to me.’

‘Are you sure about that after what I just did to your mouth?! But seriously why are you so hard on yourself? I’m the one who needs to feel bad and apologise to you, you don’t need to feel bad about anything.’ Oikawa took one of Hinata’s small hands in his. ‘I know this is new to you. I don’t expect you to be some kind of expert. But you still made me feel so good.’

Oikawa kissed the back of Hinata’s hand. Hinata sniffed.

‘Chibi-chan -’

Oikawa let go of Hinata’s hand and gently wiped the tears that had fallen with his scarred fingertips before holding up the spiker’s chin.

‘Look at me.’

Hinata’s eyes were glossy as they looked up into Oikawa’s eyes. They had changed. Suddenly the predator was back – the cobra, the wolf – surveyed Hinata.

‘Do you not know how attractive you are to me? That I can barely control myself around you? Why I almost hurt you?’ Oikawa manoeuvred his head up and forward. He bit down on Hinata’s neck and was thrilled to hear the crow, even after everything they’d just done, still inhale sharply. Oikawa didn’t suck so it wouldn’t leave a mark. Instead he moved back, so that he was lying back down on his side, able to look into his favourite eyes. ‘Do you believe me, Sho? Tell me.’

‘Yes,’ Hinata whispered back.

‘Good. You’re doing exceedingly. Especially for your first time -’ Oikawa attacked Hinata with grateful and doting kisses, kissing him all over, on his head, face, jawline neck and shoulder, making Hinata wriggle. Oikawa smiled and Hinata grinned back, the spiker’s downcast mood successfully broken.

Oikawa carefully placed a hand on Hinata’s cheek.

‘Tell me. Is your mouth OK?’

‘I’m… I’m not used to – to opening it so wide,’ Hinata blushed and could not meet Oikawa’s eyes. ‘My jaw slightly hurts but I’m OK.’

Oikawa wrapped his arms around the spiker and nuzzled into Hinata’s neck sending tingling sensations all through Hinata’s body.

‘I’m sorry,’ Oikawa whispered and Hinata felt Oikawa’s breath just under his chin.

‘It’s OK -’ Hinata replied, just as Oikawa kissed his neck sending more whizzing feelings through Hinata –

How? Hinata wondered. How do I feel so much from every tiny move he makes?

‘Can I just take you with me?’ Oikawa said dreamily, and Hinata felt the vibrations from Oikawa’s voice and throat pass through him.

‘Take me where?’

‘Hnnmm -’ Oikawa hugged Hinata tighter and closed his eyes. ‘Everywhere.’

Hinata’s heart boomed and glowed. He placed his arms and hands around Oikawa’s back, enjoying the sensation of the setter’s skin.

‘I wish I could just put you in my pocket and carry you with me everywhere I go. I’m going to Saitama first thing tomorrow morning to see my family. It’s my parents’ anniversary. I wish I could – bring you with me.’

The petals of Hinata’s heart bloomed. ‘Seriously?’ he whispered.

Oikawa opened his eyes and dragged himself away from that warm body to look at Hinata’s face. ‘You’ll come with me?’

‘I – I’d love to. It’s just – such short notice I don’t think my mom would let me,’ Hinata explained, clearly crestfallen. ‘Especially as it’s far from here and I should be spending more time on homework -’

‘No, you’re right, it was selfish of me to ask -’ Oikawa kissed Hinata softly on the mouth, and Hinata responded with passion making Oikawa smile. ‘But I’m glad I got to spend this time with you, chibi-chan. I was supposed to go down there tonight but I postponed it to tomorrow so I could see you.’

‘You – you decided to see your family tomorrow so you could see me today!?’ Hinata’s honeyed orbs searched darker ones.

Oikawa peeled off one of Hinata’s hands from his back and kissed the palm. He looked back into those probing eyes.

‘Yes, Sho. I meant it when I said if I could spend every waking moment with you then I would.’

Hinata would find a way. There had to be a way. Maybe he could go this weekend and agree to stay at home next weekend or surely his mom was such a fan of Oikawa she’d let him travel to near Tokyo seeing as it was with Oikawa’s family? And he could come back Sunday evening with enough time to do a bit if homework and prep for school the next day –

‘Let me ask my mom -’ Hinata was about to fly off the bed but Oikawa’s grip on his hand tightened, signalling for him to stay.

‘Next weekend. It’s my birthday soon. What if we… spent the weekend together? I don’t want to hide from your mom but I don’t want to make her suspicious either. Spending two weekends in a row together is bound to make her suspicious… so what if we maxed out our time next weekend instead? Just you and me? What do you think?’

Hinata grinned and kissed Oikawa. ‘I think I agree, Grand King.’

Oikawa smirked. ‘You know, I’m liking you calling me that more and more.’

‘Then I’ll keep on doing it.’

They kissed again, smoother, and Hinata felt like he could go again…

‘Are you sure?’ Oikawa whispered. ‘I don’t want to cause trouble for you -’

‘You won’t.’ Hinata cupped his favourite face and looked into those dark molten eyes. ‘I’ll find a way to make next week happen. I promise.’