Hinata took Oikawa into his mouth, careful not to hit the setter’s cock with his teeth – he struggled but managed to suck with his tongue and the sides of his mouth making the head even more wet. The groans and heavy breathing coming from above told Hinata that perhaps experimentation was the best way forward.

Hinata withdrew and licked his lips before rubbing them gently on the top underside of Oikawa’s dick – he locked eyes with the setter –

‘Fuck, Sho -’

Oikawa was gripping the doorframe with one hand and his other was still tightly clinging to Hinata’s volleyball shirt. Hinata could see the despair –

And loved making Oikawa like this.

He smiled. ‘What is it?’ Hinata murmured against Oikawa’s dick, ‘is it me doing this?’ Hinata titled his head and rubbed his perfectly parted lips against the frenulum again and watched Oikawa come undone, struggling to keep still, the setter’s chest heaving with shaky breaths. Hinata stared into those magnetic cobra eyes as he used his tongue to do exactly the same thing – Oikawa breathed a moan and clawed at Hinata’s shirt tighter.

‘Yes,’ Oikawa breathed, breathless, ‘and it’s the way you’re looking at me.’

Ohhh.

Was that a factor? Something as small as… eye contact?

But Hinata could not give it much thought as his arm was starting to hurt from carrying his weight. He let go of Oikawa’s dick with his left hand and placed his hand down, between Oikawa’s legs, as his right hand took charge of Oikawa instead.

Oikawa was about to suggest something more comfortable but all thought was blown out of his mind as Hinata started sucking the head of his dick carefully, trying to use the pressure of his lips and the sides of his mouth more and moving his hand in time with his mouth –

‘Shit Shoyo -!’

Hinata stopped and considered Oikawa, glowing, and for one wild moment he thought he might burst into laughter: the setter was clinging onto the car as if he was holding onto the wing of an aeroplane.

Pride coursed through Hinata and he felt a fire in his belly. What was… this feeling? It wasn’t like he was physically getting anything out of this, it wasn’t like the times Oikawa touched him or even when the setter used his mouth but still… Hinata felt sky high, euphoric, exhilarated. If I can just get a rhythm…

Hinata knew what Oikawa liked with his hand so he started with that – he gripped Oikawa, not too firmly, not too lightly either, and started massaging the setter’s dick with his hand – Oikawa groaned – good – Hinata placed his mouth around the head, he tried to take it in deeper but immediately he drew back as he started coughing and his eyes watered –

The hand gripping the back of his volleyball shirt let go and delicately stroked his hair instead.

‘Don’t push yourself,’ Oikawa whispered above him.

But Hinata felt his own innate whip of frustration; he wanted to be good at this, he wanted to get good immediately even though he knew Oikawa was right – it would take patience, practice and time. His arms were aching from holding up his weight, and his nose was starting to run for some reason –

But –

Hinata was not the sort of person to give up.

Still leaning on his left hand, he sniffed and used his right to tease Oikawa’s dick some more and Oikawa could not help slightly gyrating and bucking his hips into Hinata’s girlish dainty hand. The primitive grunts coming from the setter helped nullify some of Hinata’s feelings of inadequacy as Oikawa seemed to be getting some kind of pleasure –

Hinata then tried again –

He went in with his tongue, wetting the head, keeping his tongue stuck out as his hand continued to move –

The heavy breathing of Oikawa told Hinata that he had to be doing something right –

He then used his mouth to start sucking again, rubbing the inside of his mouth against Oikawa’s tip, stretching wide enough to not get his teeth in the way, gently up and down, his tongue running over the ridge of Oikawa’s dick – and a sound so primal, so desperate, so loud, came from Oikawa that a wave of pleasure rode through Hinata straight to his cock that he thought he might come without a single touch from the setter –

Suddenly both of Oikawa’s hands were clutching his head and pushing him down, the setter pushing his hips and dick up into Hinata’s mouth, and carnal, raspy breaths filled Hinata’s ears –

Hinata tried to suck but wheezed instead from the sudden depth of dick in his mouth and either Oikawa didn’t mind or didn’t care – no, Hinata knew it wasn’t that Oikawa didn’t care but that the needy moans, the gripping of his hair and the setter writhing beneath him, thrusting for his mouth told Hinata only one thing –

The primitive animalistic side to Oikawa was overtaking the setter, it had been bubbling, getting stronger and stronger the more Hinata had touched and experimented on Oikawa, and now Oikawa was grabbing for his fix.

Oikawa’s dick was too big and Hinata made a noise like a moan and the vibration around Oikawa’s cock made the setter issue a groan even louder. But it was too much – the tight hold on his hair, the dick hungry for his mouth – Hinata choked and spluttered and pushed away from the motion and like someone coming out of a trance Oikawa’s hands let go as Hinata tore himself away sitting back in his seat, coughing, wiping his mouth, his eyes watering, the setter’s dick wet, coated, slick with Hinata’s saliva, pulsating, twitching, pink, red, raw, pointing up at Oikawa’s school shirt, released from the confines of Oikawa's trousers.

Regret, apology and manic hunger burned in Oikawa’s eyes. The setter was still panting, still in the throes of arousal.

‘Shit I’m so sorry Sho,’ Oikawa gulped for air, ‘I just… always get too carried away with you. I’m sorry.’

Hinata whisked the water away from his eyes and tried, once again, to not feel like this was his fault… that if he was more skilled, Oikawa would not have to take the situation into his own hands…

‘No, I’m sorry -’ Hinata said weakly.

‘Don’t be. Give me your hand -’

Hinata barely had time to think – emotions churned in him but before he could process a single one Oikawa had reached over, taken Hinata’s right hand and brought it back to his throbbing cock. Whatever feelings had barely registered were blasted out of Hinata: Oikawa stared into his eyes, as voracious as a python, heaving breaths, using Hinata’s hand, the setter’s wrapped around his, to tug and squeeze at the foreskin. 

Oikawa closed his eyes and wailed, gripping Hinata’s hand tighter, moving it faster. Hinata watched in spellbound fascination, his own dick fighting against its restraints, that beautiful setter gratifying himself with his hand. Another thing. Another thing that was better than his imagination, than all the times he had fantasised in his room alone of Oikawa doing things to him – never had his mind thought that Oikawa could be so desperate back. For him. Oikawa was lost in oblivion, surrendered to the feel and touch of Hinata’s hand, Hinata could see it, and once again could not believe what his hand alone could do –

There was a fluttering in Hinata’s heart, a fire in his stomach that seemed to grow brighter: he accepts… just my hand. Oikawa’s desire… hadn’t seemed to wane. Hand or mouth… anything from Hinata… it was in this moment, that Hinata finally understood…

He likes this because it’s me.

Not because it’s a hand or a mouth…

But it’s MY hand and mouth –

Hinata felt like he’d been blasted into the sky. He was flying. The yearning to please Oikawa glowed even hotter –

Hinata one-handedly slid back over on his front, leaning his chest on top of Oikawa’s left leg. With his right hand, Hinata squeezed fractionally firmer, moved every so slightly faster –

Oikawa let go, letting Hinata take control and opened his eyes –

Those beautiful honeyed orbs were staring up at him, a sudden, mischievous, knowing glint in them which shot a thrill up Oikawa’s spine –

Pushing himself up with his left hand, balancing his weight forward, Hinata was determined, he would do this well, he would get this right, he would become the best at pleasing Oikawa –

He went in and sucked, dragging his tongue and lips gently over the head of Oikawa’s dick, aiming to mimic the pressure of his right hand, as his hand continued to move and his mouth met the pace in soft, quick, sloppy sucks perfectly in time –

‘Sho -!’

It’s working.

A hand painfully gripped Hinata’s right shoulder.

‘Aghh -’

The loud heaving sounds coming from Oikawa made Hinata’s dick push uncomfortably against the material constraining him but no matter – Hinata didn’t stop, he continued focusing on the head, sucking, as he could tell, the setter was getting very, very close –

‘I’m -’

Oikawa wailed as warm liquid shot to the back of Hinata’s throat and he kept going, kept pumping Oikawa, kept sucking and swallowing even when the hand on his shoulder clutched his shirt so tightly he thought it might rip –

BAM! 

– another hit made Oikawa twitch as he felt more cum spill into Hinata’s warm mouth, just a millisecond for him to catch his breath before another mini-explosion and another –

Oikawa released a moan like a howl, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his left hand gripped Hinata’s hair as fireworks went off in his brain, pleasure radiating through his entire body making him shake –

Hinata swallowed the last bit of cum and slowed – the taste still strange, salty, bitter – released his hand and mouth from the setter and pushed himself back onto his seat with exertion he didn’t know he needed. He wiped his mouth, of cum and saliva, and dried it on his volleyball top as he watched Oikawa. The beautiful upperclassman still had his eyes closed, his chest heaving, gasping for breath, his dick out, softening, peeking from his Aoba Johsai trousers, his fringe sticking to his sweating forehead. He was ever so slightly trembling.

Oikawa felt like he was on top of a cloud. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good after doing something sexual. Not even with Misaki, or any of the easy girls he had on call. His heart was racing. Endorphins, adrenaline, dopamine and what felt like a million other self-induced drugs whizzed through him. Tiny stars dashed across his skin. He released a shaky breath.

Oikawa opened his eyes. The sky was gorgeous: a deep purple, a burning orange soaring above Natori. He turned his head.

Again, more picturesque than the sky, that phenomenal cute being waited eagerly and nervously, searching Oikawa’s face, waiting for a verdict.

Oikawa tucked his dick back in his pants, did the zip and button up and then saw the alarm in the little crow’s eyes as he crawled over the seats and kissed Hinata. Oikawa tasted the faint saltiness of his own cum on Hinata’s lips and bloomed inside.

‘That,’ Oikawa kissed Hinata’s cheek, ‘was,’ Hinata’s forehead, ‘incredible,’ and Hinata’s other cheek, before grabbing the crow and bringing the bird back onto his lap.

Hinata’s whole face was radiant as he looked up at the setter. ‘You – you mean it? Really?’

Oikawa nodded, his face serious. ‘Really.’

‘You’re not just saying that?’

‘Sho,’ Oikawa held the spiker’s chin with his thumb and forefinger and those cobra eyes bored into Hinata’s. ‘It was amazing. Especially the end. It was perfect. How did you – know exactly what to do?’

‘I… don’t know… I just… tried.’

Oikawa kissed him again, deeper, and Hinata felt the weight of the setter’s gratitude. When they broke apart again, Hinata recognised that glow on Oikawa’s face, it was the same one he’d seen in the setter’s eyes during the practice match after Hinata had served –

Oikawa was proud of him.

Confidence like nothing Hinata had ever felt before swelled in his chest.

Oikawa then attacked Hinata with doting kisses, all along Hinata’s right ear and the side of his face, hugging the ball of sunshine even tighter, spoiling him with affection.

‘Toru -’

‘Hmm?’

Oikawa hummed into Hinata’s head, smelling his hair, kissing him all over, before inching down to the region Oikawa knew sparked Hinata the most –

Oikawa teasingly bit the soft skin at Hinata’s neck but not hard enough to leave a bite, and heard the spiker gasp. Oikawa purred, satisfied, against Hinata’s skin, glad he knew the right strings to pull to always garner a reaction. Oikawa ever so gently kissed Hinata there slowly, pausing between kisses, letting the heat of his breath spread across Hinata’s neck.

‘Toru -’

The begging in Hinata’s voice was intoxicating. It was a drug that shot straight through Oikawa’s veins, stirred a fire in his core, rocketed straight to his dick…

‘This is just for starters chibi-chan…’

Oikawa began stroking Hinata’s thigh, heard the hitch in Hinata’s breath, latched his nose onto the spiker’s neck and inhaled deeply.

‘Even your sweat is sweet to me,’ Oikawa murmured as he listened to Hinata’s ragged breathing.

Oikawa loved Hinata sitting on his lap. The little nugget just felt so warm and comforting and snug, and it was so much easier to tease and touch the crow exactly how Oikawa wanted…

‘Now,’ Oikawa whispered softly into Hinata’s ear, ‘however shall I repay you?’

Hinata shivered. Oikawa smirked to himself. But then –

The moment broke. The dashboard glowed.

The time.

19:15

Shit.

‘Chibi-chan, what time do you usually arrive home after practice?’

Hinata too suddenly realised like one breaking free from a spell: the sky was getting darker and there was no mistaking the figures on the car’s clock.

‘Around now,’ Hinata reluctantly mumbled.

Oikawa chuckled and kissed the middle blocker’s cheek again.

‘Listen. I really don’t want to get you into trouble and by the time I drop you off it’ll be another ten minutes… so what do you think about what I said? I’ll pick you up in the morning? And after practice? And we can -’ Oikawa kissed Hinata’s neck, then made sure his tongue swirled against the skin, picking up the flavour of Hinata’s leftover sweat, ‘carry on where we’ve left off?’

Hinata’s dick was sweating. It was sweating from the July heat, the body heat from Oikawa, the touches and words and kisses from the setter, and it was also leaking so much pre-cum that the front of his shorts, where the tip of his dick had pushed against, was wet.

Hinata was so turned on that he didn’t know if he’d be able to cool down within ten minutes. Since witnessing Oikawa slowly coming undone from his attempts with his hands and mouth, Hinata had been hard. Harder still when Oikawa had desperately used his hand. And definitely hard from the wailing, clutching, shaking setter who seemed to completely lose it and cum harder than Hinata had ever seen before –

And now, he was on Oikawa’s lap, adorned with affection from the upperclassman – slow, blissful, tantalising affection – and he was so, so ready for more –

‘What are you thinking, chibi-chan, hmm?’

But the setter was right.

If he wanted to avoid suspicion, to keep seeing Oikawa as much as possible around his schedule then he’d have to make his schedule look as normal as possible.

‘You’re right.’ Hinata looked up into those cobra eyes. ‘We should go. Yes, I would love to see you tomorrow morning and evening if it’s not too much trouble -’

Oikawa kissed him gently. ‘It is never too much trouble.’

‘But I -’ Hinata paused.

Oikawa waited.

‘Really want you to touch me,’ Hinata whispered. ‘I’m so hard right now.’

Oikawa’s eyes darkened. Hinata saw it: the stirring of lust like a snake uncoiling. The cobra smirked.

‘Well,’ Oikawa murmured, staring down at the constriction in Hinata’s shorts, ‘shall I?’

Hinata knew that they shouldn’t. He should say no. But his whole body was screaming at him to say yes.

He could be late. It was one evening. Just one evening.

‘Yes,’ Hinata breathed.

Lust-filled eyes met his.

‘How?’ Oikawa raised an eyebrow.

Hinata blushed. ‘H-however you like.’

‘What would you like?’

Oikawa could see it: the struggle, the embarrassment, the uncertainty. He knew what Hinata wanted and he wanted to make the spiker say it.

‘There is no shame,’ Oikawa said, ‘in asking for what is already yours.’

His words seemed to give Hinata the boost the redhead needed.

Hinata took a deep breath. ‘Your mouth and hand.’ He was as red as the sunset. ‘The s-same as what you did on Friday a-and what I did just now.’

Oikawa smiled knowingly. Again, as if he was pleased with Hinata.

‘Sit back in your seat.’

Hinata practically teleported back to the passenger seat. 

Oikawa pressed a button to make the back of Hinata’s seat go slightly lower. He smirked at the surprise in Hinata’s eyes. Oikawa kicked his shoes off and then draped himself across the seats, across Hinata, and began kissing the bulge in Hinata’s shorts and rubbing his hand against it, eliciting a sharp shocked breath from the spiker.

Oikawa used both of his hands to carefully peel the shorts and underwear slightly lower, exposing some of Hinata’s butt cheek and thigh but more importantly, releasing Hinata’s cock from the constraints of fabric. Hinata’s dick sprung out, fully erect. Oikawa smirked as his hand began stroking and feeling Hinata’s member.

‘My you really are hard aren’t you -’

Wet, hard, sweaty and trickling with pre-cum, Oikawa enjoyed dragging the warm, moist foreskin up and down Hinata’s dick whilst listening to the ragged breathing of Hinata above him. How Oikawa’s ego had ballooned the moment he began touching the crow when he’d felt the whole of Hinata tense up in anticipation.

But at the back of Oikawa’s mind, he was acutely aware of the time.

Well, then –

Oikawa took Hinata’s cock in his mouth and gave it a good, long, slow suck.

‘Toru!’

That sound. That feel of a small hand pulling taut his hair. Raspy breaths. What drink, what drug, Oikawa thought, could ever be better than this?

Oikawa ran his tongue in circles around the head and heard Hinata fling his head back and moan to the darkening sky. Oikawa then wasted no time in latching his lips around Hinata’s dick and getting to work with his hand and mouth. He loved this: the way Hinata always struggled beneath him, desperate for more, wanting to move, unsure to move, not wanting to upset the setter’s rhythm, so Hinata’s hips would always buck and roll and stop and start, small hands would grip and release and hold onto Oikawa in any way possible, and the sounds Hinata made, for Oikawa, was as satisfying as his best serves.

‘F-faster, please Toru,’ Hinata breathed.

So polite.

Oikawa couldn’t smile but he was smiling on the inside.

This is exactly what I wanted from you…

‘Ah!’

A new sense of pleasure hit Hinata. Oikawa had added a slight twist to his wrist as he sped up, his head bobbing, his mouth sucking and Hinata’s breaths were becoming more rapid by the second – Oikawa didn’t stop – he needed Hinata to come, besides, they’d have more time together very soon…

As Hinata’s breathing and moaning got louder and louder, Oikawa suddenly withdrew his mouth and moved slightly back – still pumping Hinata with his hand – he caught sight of the second of confusion before Hinata came –

Hinata practically screamed, his back arching up off of the seat, his fists clenching, as his mind entered a state of euphoric, blank bliss –

All the while, Oikawa had aimed Hinata’s dick away from the spiker’s body, towards the dashboard, and had watched, triumphant, with the amount of cum that had shot out of the middle blocker, onto the floor and glove compartment.

As Hinata gulped for air, his heart pounding, he felt a slither of tongue lick his dick head. Hinata shuddered and moaned a sigh. He opened his eyes.

Oikawa was still draped across the seats on his stomach, his knees bent with his legs crossed in the air, his face close to Hinata’s thigh, one hand still holding the spiker’s dick and a smug look dominating his face.

‘I told you,’ Oikawa grinned, ‘I would get more than just your sweat into my car.’

Hinata blanched as he suddenly saw –

His cum trailing down the glove compartment and splodges on the floor. But all embarrassment and protestations were were stolen by Oikawa’s exclamation –

‘Shit Sho! Is that the time?!’

Ten minutes later, Hinata was creeping up the stairs in his family home when a loud cough from behind him met his ears.

‘Ahem.’

Hinata froze and stood up tall. He took a deep breath. And turned on the step.

His mother was at the bottom, arms folded. It was clear that she was not impressed.

‘And what time do you call this?’

‘A good time?’

Her expression snapped. ‘Don’t get smart with me Shoyo! Your dinner has been ready for you the past thirty minutes and it’s almost eight o’clock. Where were you?’

‘Nowhere! I wasn’t anywhere! I just stayed a little later for practice that’s all!’

‘Six o’clock, seven o’clock, eight o’clock – do I need to speak to your team captain?’

‘NO!! I mean, no, ma, I will come home earlier, I promise -’

‘You’re already on thin ice with your grades and I’m still letting you go to summer camp even after you promised to go to Natsu’s competition! Is that not enough? Am I a slave? All I’m doing is cooking and cleaning and looking after you and you don’t even arrive home on time and your dinner is now cold because all you care about is volleyball! You’re about to spend a whole week practicing! Come home on time!’

‘I’m – I’m sorry! I will! I will come home on time! It was just this evening – I’m sorry mom!’