Tobio Kageyama (影山飛雄) (
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makurakotoba2015-04-29 02:49 pm
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horrible bdsm au | I'm going to hell
[There are some things you can only learn by closely watching other people.
After the last time Tobio asked Oikawa to teach him how to do the jump serve he had resigned himself to watch Oikawa's every movement to try and pick up the move that way instead of aproaching him again. Even if he hadn't felt particularly thrown off by the threat of physical harm, Iwaizumi had told him it would be best to keep his distance. And listening to Iwaizumi could never do anyone any harm.
After practice, when the gym is empty and he's the only one left, he recalls Oikawa's legs and the way his muscles moved. Recalls the arch of his body as he jumps. Recalls the way his hand moves to the perfect spot to spike the ball across the net and back onto the court before his opponent even realizes what happened.
He works until his own jump serve is a crude aproximation and then goes on to finetune it for hours every single day, and for a while it works.
But one night he can't sleep, alone in the dark or his bedroom, and recalls Oikawa's legs and imagines how they would look wrapped around him. Recalls the arch of his body and wonders what it would feel like pressed alongside his own. Recalls the way his hand moves and shivers at the thought of it sliding over his body and replacing his own hand on his dick.
He gets into the habit of masturbating to thoughts and memories of his captain to wind down at the end of the day, and for a while it works.
More and more often he finds observation and imagination overlapping, sitting on the sidelines as Oikawa practices his jump serves Tobio has to draw his knees up to hide his hard-on from the rest of the team while he bites his lip to focus himself back on the game. Once or twice he even has to excuse himself from practice to fix his problem in the bathroom because he can't make it go away through sheer willpower. And that's when it becomes a problem.
He could deal with it if it didn't interfere with volleyball but it does and refuses to miss practice over something so stupid. A sensible person would find a solution on their own, or else talk to someone who can be trusted.
No one has ever accused Tobio of being sensible.
The only way he knows how to solve a problem is with blunt force and head on. Which brings him to approach Oikawa after practice.
Oikawa-san...
[If he can figure out how to phrase his problem that is.]
After the last time Tobio asked Oikawa to teach him how to do the jump serve he had resigned himself to watch Oikawa's every movement to try and pick up the move that way instead of aproaching him again. Even if he hadn't felt particularly thrown off by the threat of physical harm, Iwaizumi had told him it would be best to keep his distance. And listening to Iwaizumi could never do anyone any harm.
After practice, when the gym is empty and he's the only one left, he recalls Oikawa's legs and the way his muscles moved. Recalls the arch of his body as he jumps. Recalls the way his hand moves to the perfect spot to spike the ball across the net and back onto the court before his opponent even realizes what happened.
He works until his own jump serve is a crude aproximation and then goes on to finetune it for hours every single day, and for a while it works.
But one night he can't sleep, alone in the dark or his bedroom, and recalls Oikawa's legs and imagines how they would look wrapped around him. Recalls the arch of his body and wonders what it would feel like pressed alongside his own. Recalls the way his hand moves and shivers at the thought of it sliding over his body and replacing his own hand on his dick.
He gets into the habit of masturbating to thoughts and memories of his captain to wind down at the end of the day, and for a while it works.
More and more often he finds observation and imagination overlapping, sitting on the sidelines as Oikawa practices his jump serves Tobio has to draw his knees up to hide his hard-on from the rest of the team while he bites his lip to focus himself back on the game. Once or twice he even has to excuse himself from practice to fix his problem in the bathroom because he can't make it go away through sheer willpower. And that's when it becomes a problem.
He could deal with it if it didn't interfere with volleyball but it does and refuses to miss practice over something so stupid. A sensible person would find a solution on their own, or else talk to someone who can be trusted.
No one has ever accused Tobio of being sensible.
The only way he knows how to solve a problem is with blunt force and head on. Which brings him to approach Oikawa after practice.
Oikawa-san...
[If he can figure out how to phrase his problem that is.]
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Which he needs to stop considering touching because he just said he wouldn't.]
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Can I just kiss you again?
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But, ugh...] Fine. You can kiss me. [He might be pouting, but who's to say?]
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Tobio moves his hands to grip at Oikawa's jersey instead, feeling braver now that he has consent, and pulling Oikawa down to meet him in the middle of reaching up.
His kissing style lacks elegance, but makes up for it in enthusiasm. He presses his face against Oikawa's hard enough to knock their noses together. And as he takes a second to readjust himself he licks at Oikawa's lower lip, intend on not wasting any time.]
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But he's got Kageyama now, licking at his face, and seeming to enjoy it plenty. Oikawa does his best not to stiffen up as Kageyama pulls him down, and instead to move with the pressure and part his lips. He settles his hands on Kageyama's hips because otherwise he'd be tempted to pull away, when yes, he doesn't like this very much, but he's getting used to it, and maybe it's not that bad. He tries to relax, and not focus on the details, except the details are all he can focus on, like that their lips are sliding together with Kageyama's spit, and that he's so much taller than the kid, and that this is his kouhai who he doesn't even like and he... really does like the feeling.
That took all of two seconds to come around to.
It's still Kageyama, though, which is less than ideal. So he needs to make that clear, and he draws back, keeping his hands where they are and firm, so Kageyama can't do anything stupid like follow.]
This doesn't mean I like you.
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His own hands loosen their grip on the front of Oikawa's shirt as he studies his face.
Too bad he can never figure out what Oikawa is thinking.]
Why not?
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Because you're you.
[He glares, pulls Kageyama's hips just a tiny bit closer, because he 's a teenager filled with hormones and Kageyama's his type - even if he does't like him.]
And we're rivals.
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[It would be hard to kiss Oikawa while playing, he doesn't think that's possible.]
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[Don't you dare try it Kageyama. They'd lose right away if he did.]
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[Oikawa clearly has got him beat in all other areas of life. He has good grades, girls are after him all the time
, he has friendsAnd that's exactly why they should practice, so if Oikawa would be so kind as to put his mouth back on Tobio's again...]
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Does anything off the court matter to you?
[Because he's seen the way Kageyama goes about everything and never seems to stop.]
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Not really? My mother says I should worry more about my grades but if I study all the time I won't have any time left to practice.
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I don't know, I just do.
[Too bad he doesn't quite realize it himself.]
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I hate you. [He sounds petulant and juvenile, both of which are things he tries not to be, despite what people seem to say. But he's fourteen and sometimes he's allowed.]
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It may not be exactly what he wanted but being close to Oikawa is nice. He can bury his face against his shoulder and inhale his scent, not caring if Oikawa is a little more sweaty than usual.
And if Oikawa could ignore that Tobio's boner pressed against his thigh is probably also ruining the mood that would be good.]
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Do you even know what sex is? [Not that Oikawa knows too much about it, but he can't entirely ignore that boner. Also can't entirely ignore that despite what he said just a minute before, he does kind of want to touch it.]
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You shouldn't lie to your senpai, Tobio-chan.
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I'm not lying... [He's just, selectively telling the truth.]
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What do you know about sex? [If he tells him it makes babies that's it, Oikawa's walking away.]
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But not always, you can just do it to feel good. And it's possible with two guys.
[Now he's embarrassed.
He may have had to look that one up online.]
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So you want me to make you feel good. I should have known you'd be that self-centred.
[But, he might be able to work with that, feeling good is okay, right? There's nothing bad about that. And Kageyama's saying he wants it, so that's definitely okay.]
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I want to make you feel good.
[He'll be able to get off on that alone just fine if his fantasies are anything to go by.]
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What makes you think you'd be able to make me feel good, Tobio-chan?
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I have no decent "punched in the gut" icons
this one's pretty close, though more "turtle biting my junk"
I think that should be a more pained face
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