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....even when Hinata is on the bottom he's still the top :3

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Twelve Hours Ahead

He had been given a slot to learn, to give him experience, to teach him how to prepare so that the team in 2020 would have a stronger foundation. “I think it’s the jetlag,” Kageyama says. “I haven’t been sleeping very well.” “That’s unlike you,” Hinata replies. He sounds as if he isn’t really listening, but Kageyama knows that’s because Kageyama has chickened out on a proper apology. So, rather than poke and prod him—shaming him with conversation until the weakness of Kageyama’s justifications becomes unbearable to them both—Hinata prefers to acknowledge but not dwell on it. Kageyama doesn’t really want to say ‘sorry’ anyway. He wants to say ‘I miss you.’ So much. But he doesn’t want Hinata to hear him say that. He isn’t sure why.

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Twelve Hours Ahead

“Hinata-kun?” Hibarida-san says. He takes off his sunglasses and squints. “Hinata Shoyo?” If there was anything that could make Hinata shine brighter, it was the coach of the Japanese national team recognizing him and remembering his name. He bows deeply and pops back up with a smile so big it seems unable to fit the space on his face for it.

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Twelve Hours Ahead

And then he thinks about his eyes. Hinata’s eyes are so expressive. It was one of the first things that Kageyama noticed about him … that look of intense concentration, or the way he would get excited about something and literally seem to sparkle. Or the way he looks at Kageyama when their noses are practically touching and a sly smile is settling in on his face. Like Kageyama is the only person in the world.

(Come on, I had to do Brazil. You know I had to do Brazil...)

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Saying Things (complete!)

Having one bed for sex and another bed for sleeping was a brilliant idea. The sheets are crisp against his naked skin. The breeze from the ocean brushes across his back. His feet are hanging off the side of the bed and for a second—with his heart so full of happiness and hope—he wonders if he has somehow grown taller. Were it only true. Hinata would be happy to tell Kageyama that his dick is magic. For an extra 10 centimeters, he’d be happy to tell the world.

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Saying Things (the end is nigh!)

“You did the worst thing anyone has ever done to me.” Atsumu looks alarmed and confused by this statement and the passion with which Hinata threw it at him. His response, though, is level and cool, “Oh? And what’s that?” “You graduated! You beat me and then you graduated so that I would not have the opportunity to defeat you again.” Joy floods the older player’s face. He laughs. “Yes! You’re right! I didn’t realize. That is the worst thing I could have done, isn’t it? But it was your own fault.” “How was that my fault?” “Because you choked at Inter-High the year before! We lost our first game of Nationals to a nobody, an unseeded school called Karasuno. If you didn’t suck, we would have played much later and you would not have humiliated us, making it necessary that we crush you next time.” “That’s a ridiculous argument.”

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Saying Things

He knows he’s on the right path when what comes out of Kageyama’s mouth is not a moan, but a whine wrapped around his name, “Shoyo…” Hinata takes his time. Partly, because Kageyama’s phone sex narrative is forever accusing him of being impatient. Partly, because the longer it takes to get to the actual fucking the more likely it is that Kageyama will say his name like that again. And he loves it when Kageyama does that. He loves it when all the pretenses drop and the Kageyama who pretends he doesn’t care, who constantly calls him stupid, who will not hold his goddamn hand in public is exposed for the liar he is. Hinata is not very complicated. He loves being loved. He loves being loved by Kageyama most of all.

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Saying Things

Kageyama’s yukata is a blue and white chessboard print. It seems like the kind of thing an old man would wear, but also … strangely sexy? The way the fabric crosses over his chest … it shows nothing, but the looseness of it makes it seem like it might slide open. Like he could slip a hand under the many folds and unwrap Kageyama like a present.

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Lord in heaven the AO3 embed is working today!

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Today I found out that the MSBY Black Jackals is based on a real V-league team from the town I went to school in 🤪 That's means I'm totally writing fic about the Jackals eating at all my favorite old haunts Mwhahahah!!!

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Saying Things

Kageyama’s kisses are hungry and desperate. It almost feels like being yelled at. And he is technically pinning Hinata to the wall (not that Hinata minds that so much). Still… It feels like if they came up for air, they could seamlessly transition into an argument instead. The energy is weird. Hinata keeps trying to slow it down. He keeps trying to lure Kageyama out with sweet kisses. Touches across his shoulders and back. Instead of taming the hunger, these acts seem to annoy Kageyama. It’s only when he bites Hinata a little too hard and Hinata grabs a fistful of Kageyama’s hair and barks, “Knock it off!” that Kageyama calms down. ---------------- Hinata learns that claims go both ways

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Adulting for Volleyball Idiots (complete!)

Adulting for Volleyball Idiots

He realizes that he has licked his lips only when Kageyama raises an eyebrow at him. Damn smug jackass… Hinata has never thought of himself as being particularly dominating, but there’s always been something about Kageyama that makes him want to… …well, truth be told, he’s never quite sure what he wants to do. But he figures it out along the way. “I thought only virgins were supposed to get nosebleeds,” Kageyama remarks. “I do not have a nosebleed!” Hinata snaps back, although he automatically wipes his nose with the back of his hand to check.

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Adulting for Volleyball Idiots

Adulting for Volleyball Idiots

Hinata turns. He thinks to himself that Kageyama seems thoughtful, maybe a little sad. Hinata’s vocabulary has never been particularly robust and sometimes it feels built upon a foundation of grunts and gahhs that make up a pantomime language only Kageyama understands, but the word wistful pops into his head as he studies Kageyama’s expression. “You do?” Yes, Kageyama looks wistful. He shrugs and frowns at a dead space in the opposite corner, before he tells Hinata, “Well, for anyone else, it’s an idiotic thing to do … but for you, it will probably work—” That sounds like an insult but Hinata thinks Kageyama might mean it as a compliment.

...yeah this shit about to get real dirty 😆 Not yet though!

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Adulting for Volleyball Idiots

Adulting for Volleyball Idiots: Chapter 2

Kageyama sits down and bounces once, testing the bed out. Sometimes, at the strangest moments, there’s something so childlike about Kageyama that Hinata finds himself helplessly charmed. Like … when he eats an onigiri. His cheeks puff out like a little chipmunk and his expression is so open and naked in its obvious pleasure, completely unguarded. Hinata thinks that Kageyama will never grow out of those moments. He will still look like that eating an onigiri at 100. He loves that about him. Kageyama flops down on the bed and stares up at the ceiling. After a moment, he taps the space beside him with his hand—indicating that Hinata should join him so that he can fully evaluate the situation.

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Writing from Hinata's perspective was tricky at first but liking how the continuation of the Sugar Kink universe is coming along

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Hinata helps Kageyama buy a bed ... with mixed results.

(fake AO3 embed is the way to go I guess!)

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Hmmmm... there may be another Hinata/Kageyama sugar kink fic in the works.

.....There may, in fact, be kind of a whole universe developing around this. Because it turns out writing funny/fluffy/sweet stories about two volleyball idiots experimenting with kink is a lot of fun.

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AO3 embed is apparently not going to work today 😮‍💨 Who knows why? But the Sugar Kink fic is finally finished https://archiveofourown.org/works/63919960/chapters/165038233