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It was the same. Their days went on as they had before. They kissed a little more, but mostly they did their lessons. Hinata was happier, but he was still quiet, still paying close attention. He was more attentive than Sugawara thought a 19-year-old could be, but Hinata surprised him every day.
And the more they spent their routine together, the more aware Sugawara became. Of Hinata’s quiet sighs and long stares. The way he was diligent and serious, but would sometimes shock Sugawara with a bright smile. It was dangerous during class, when their eyes would lock and Hinata would give him a secret little upturn of his lips, and Sugawara had to turn away and pause, breathless for a moment, heart racing.
Every day, Hinata grew more wonderful in Suga’s eyes, and Suga grew only more sure of his resolve, of his feelings. Exams crept closer and now Sugawara found himself praying for the time to pass quicker. He’d never longed for the end of the semester this badly, to grade tests and part with his class.
He grew so neurotic about it that even Oikawa, absorbed as he always was in his own world, noticed.
“Hey, Sugar-sensei. I can see the hearts in your eyes. Are you thinking about Hinata while I’m here?” His voice was raised and angry, offended to his very core. Sugawara just cast him a sideways glance.
“Get used to it, Oikawa. You’re not the one I’m pining for.”
Oikawa’s face instantly transformed into a wide grin, the clunking of ice in his water bottle as he shook it. “Hehe,” he grinned knowingly.
“And are you really okay with the age gap?”
“Surprisingly,” Sugawara replied, not meeting Oikawa’s eyes.
“What is it, eight years?”
“Yeah.”
“Does he know?”
“Are you saying I’m old?” Sugawara said with a deep frown, turning finally to Oikawa.
“Nah. You just look really young, and I don’t want little chibi to be disillusioned.”
“Mean,” said Sugawara, “But he has to know I’m older, old enough to be a college professor. He’s not stupid.”
“You’re right,” Oikawa said thoughtfully. “He’s actually really smart. Too smart, despite his looks.”
Sugawara nodded silently in agreement. Hinata wasn’t book-smart, but sometimes he looked at Sugawara like he had him completely figured out. Yeah, Hinata was really smart.
“Had sex yet?” Oikawa piped up, unconcerned.
Sugawara flarred red and yelped his name. “He’s making me wait,” he pouted.
Oikawa’s face lit up in surprise, and he sang out, “Oh, really~?”
“What?” griped Suga. His eyes were cold and lips frowning deeply, but Oikawa just smiled.
“God, it’s so easy to read you now,” he giggled. “You love him, don’t you?”
“Of course I do! Do you think I’d just wait around like this for any little brat?!” Uh-oh. His pent up sex drive was showing. Oikawa laughed aloud.
“He’s still a brat,” Sugawara pouted, “and it’s annoying. But he’s my brat, and I promised.”
“Do you imagine it? With him?” Oikawa made a crude jacking-off motion, and Sugawara frowned, coloring.
His silence was answer enough for Oikawa, who stood and giggled again.
“It’s almost over, Sugar. Just let him cherish you a bit,” he smiled, tapping his finger to Sugawara’s desk.
“He’s annoyingly good at it,” Sugawara pouted again. Even just those words called up Hinata’s soft smiles and tender gazes, and Sugawara shivered with desire.
“Welp, time for me to go,” rushed Oikawa as he noted the spike in the room from Sugawara’s raised body temperature. He didn’t even call a greeting to the teacher as he rushed out the door, and Sugawara didn’t stir from his reveries.
Hurry up, he begged.
x
The red 97 had never looked so good before, and Hinata was fairly sure it was the highest number he’d ever seen marked next to his name. He’d done it. His eyes slipped up to Sugawara’s, but the other was pointedly ignoring his gaze. Hinata grinned, because he knew exactly why. He really wanted to see Sugawara’s face turn bright red, but then everyone would know, because their teacher was insanely easy to read.
Hinata had never felt so hyper after finishing a week long of exams. His final class let out and he ran all the way across campus to Sugawara’s office. He was free, and he’d fulfilled his promise. There was nothing to hold them back anymore.
Disappointingly, Sugawara wasn’t in his office, but Hinata placed his test down on the teacher’s desk, a note scrawled over the text. He wished he could see Sugawara’s face when he read it, but he had to go home and prepare.
x
The knock was way too soft on his front door. The apartment was clean, and so was Hinata, and his roommate was already gone. He stepped forward and opened the door.
Papers fluttered in his view, his own scrawled handwriting staring back at him on his abandoned test. Tonight, my baby, with his address and a time below it. He pulled the papers from Sugawara’s hand and was reward with a turned-away gaze, wet eyes and the rosiest cheeks. He inhaled a breath and bit at his lower lip; the sight of Sugawara was overwhelming.
“That’s cheating, Hinata,” Sugawara whispered, glancing down the hallway to make sure he wasn’t being seen. Hinata just grinned. He almost wanted to make Sugawara wait out there, vulnerable, until all the world knew what he was here for.
But Hinata wasn’t so cruel, and he had been dreaming of this day for way too long, so he took Sugawara’s trembling hand and tugged him inside, into his chest. Sugawara was warm and he melted far too easily against Hinata.
“You’re so vulnerable,” Hinata whispered in a husk after closing the door behind Suga. The fair-haired male shivered and wrapped thin arms around Hinata like it was his only anchor.
“You’re teasing me after making me wait far too long.”
Hinata grinned secretly at Sugawara’s whining, tilted up his chin. “Sorry, love.”
“You’re unfair,” Sugawara whispered.
“I know, darling.”
“I’m supposed to be the mature one,” he huffed, most of his anger already long dissipated.
Hinata just smiled and hugged Sugawara to him.
Sugawara was reminded of his conversation with Oikawa, and he said quietly, “You know I’m 27.”
Hinata just blinked up at him. “So?”
“I’m old.”
Hinata giggled. “No, you’re not.”
“Yeah-“ whined Sugawara. God, he was becoming such a brat. But Hinata just smiled.
“I think you’re exactly perfect.”
“Shut up,” Sugawara rushed as he pushed up and captured Hinata’s lips. He grabbed his face and the two kissed each other deeply, hungrily. “Seriously-“ Sugawara husked at Hinata’s beaming smile.
Hinata giggled and then in the next moment, his face became serious, all molten-lava passion, and he whispered Sugawara’s name. The older male trembled and clung to Hinata.
“Seriously!” he bemoaned.
“Sugawara, baby.” Hot breaths rushed over the shell of Sugawara’s ear and he cried out.
“I can’t wait anymore, Hinata,” he begged, claiming sweet lips again. Hinata scooped him up easily and Sugawara had nearly forgotten that Hinata was really, really strong. His throat went dry and he clung to the redhead, kissing him deeply as he was walked into the back of the apartment. Desire like a living, gnawing thing ate at his gut, and he wanted, needed Hinata.
Hinata laid him against volleyball sheets, which was so fitting, and Sugawara clung to them as Hinata crawled and towered over him. Oh, thought Sugawara as suddenly Hinata was dominating, all alpha, and he felt his body stir wildly in response. “Yes,” he whimpered as a hand slid up his side, under his shirt, and he clawed at Hinata’s tee.
Lips hungrily devoured his own, and he was too frantic to actually get anywhere with Hinata’s clothes, the kiss and Hinata’s presence too distracting. This man, this boy, was so much younger, and yet he seemed too experienced, had so easily reduced Sugawara to a needy, horny mess.
“Hinata,” he growled desperately, in frustration. “Take it off, damn it!” He yanked at Hinata’s shirt in anger, Hinata chuckling low and hot against his swollen lips.
“Patience, baby,” Hinata husked as he sat up, and Sugawara knew he shouldn’t love the way Hinata sounded this much. But it was everything - the 180 of his personality, the pure domination and control, the pet names and the fact that Sugawara could finally, finally just let go. He wanted Hinata to love him really well and proper, no holds barred. He didn’t care what kind of mess he was at the end. Just - he needed Hinata, in all his alpha male dominance.
Hinata slowly took off his shirt, eyes hot on Sugawara, and the other let out a loud gasp at the sight of Hinata’s bare chest. It was illegal, that Hinata had been hiding that incredible body under ratty tee shirts all this time. Sugawara moaned, uncaring how loud he was, as he pulled next at the waistband of Hinata’s jeans.
“Please, Hinata,” he whimpered. The other smiled and stood off the bed, removing his jeans, and damn those boxer briefs were small and way too perfect. “Fuck,” Sugawara gaped.
Hinata was so far beyond perfection. His sweet face, so innocent, betraying nothing of what he hid beneath his clothes, was now dark and possessive. His muscles tensed and coiled with barely contained desire, and his breathing was heavy and low. And god, he was a masterpiece. His whole body had been trained by volleyball, and it had spit him out as perfection. His chest rippled with abs, impressive pectorals for his small stature, shoulders sculpted and arms thick with muscle. His legs, too, were wonderful to behold, and Sugawara felt finally that age didn’t matter. Hinata’s gaze on him right now, his adult body, his maturity... Sugawara trembled and clutched at his own clothes. His body was slim and soft under his shirt and pants, and he was ashamed for only a moment.
Because Hinata’s expression left no room for doubt that Hinata was utterly in love with him.
“Me too, Hinata,” he breathed impatiently. “Take my clothes off.”
Hinata was on him in a split second, carefully but so quickly removing Sugawara’s clothing, and soon enough Sugawara was laid completely bare before his lover, no shame as he sat hot and heavy, dripping between his legs, his desire showing achingly hard there. Hinata glanced down at it and smiled in a way that Sugawara felt, like Hinata was devouring him with his eyes alone.
“Oh, Hinata,” he whispered. In those tiny little boxers, Hinata was already showing an impressive member. Sugawara would have never dreamed Hinata was packing this much. Like with his muscles, his face was incredibly deceptive of what was underneath his clothes. “Don’t just stare at me.”
Hinata’s gaze was like fingers dragging reverently over Sugawara’s body.
“Your skin is so pale and unblemished,” he whispered. “Do you even know how beautiful you are?”
“Nothing compared to you-“
“Perfection,” Hinata breathed out, cutting Sugawara short with eyes on his own.
“You too, Hinata,” Sugawara husked urgently. Hinata needed to know-
Hinata grinned wide like he did.
“You’re so perfect for me,” Hinata said in a low, sultry voice, and Sugawara keened at the sound of it, his eyelids fluttering. He was leaking everywhere, and Hinata had barely touched him yet. “Seriously, utter perfection.”
He leaned forward then and kissed Sugawara’s cheeks. In English, like he’d practiced it over and over, said it so many times, he said, “I love you, Koushi.”
His pronunciation was amazing, his accent adorable, and his words set a blaze in Sugawara’s whole body. He reached up and clung at built shoulders, pulled Hinata closer to him. Warm hands spread his legs and a finger ran through his butt crack, over his asshole and between his balls, along the underside of his achingly hard cock.
“Koushi,” Hinata breathed. “Love bug.”
Sugawara tightened his grip, shivered and nodded.
“Is this okay?” Hinata husked as he pressed his finger down again to Sugawara’s ass hole. It trembled wildly in response, and he knew without a doubt that he had been born for this. He had been born to take Hinata’s dick inside his ass, and his whole body sang for it. He laughed as the realization hit him and he hugged Hinata tight.
“Yeah,” he growled, his voice slipping into a needy moan. “Yeah, Hinata, if it’s you-“
Hinata reached over him and he closed his eyes for a moment, just trying to center himself before he was thrown back into the overwhelming emotions of being with Hinata. He’d never really been very promiscuous, and he’d only dated one or two people in his whole lifetime, but he knew, he knew that this thing with Hinata was different. He could tell it in the way he felt so at ease and comfortable around the other, the way Hinata could make him laugh like he’d never laughed before, the way Hinata treasured him so dearly. He was lost in his thoughts and was startled back to reality when a slick finger pressed against his entrance. His eyes flew open and Hinata was a breath away, his expression incredibly soft. Sugawara melted into the mattress, and Hinata smiled.
Hinata slid one finger in slowly, taking it easy; to distract Sugawara and heighten the pleasure, he began kissing along his neck, careful not to leave marks where they couldn’t be hidden. Sugawara’s lips were right by his ear, and he didn’t miss a single soft mewl or raspy moan. He throbbed in his underwear, fabric growing a little wet from pre-cum, slowly fingering Sugawara open.
When he’d fully prepped the other, he sat back and pulled out, admiring the view for a moment with fond eyes. Silver hair was splayed beautifully on his pillow case, cheeks red and eyes weepy, lips trembling like he was trying not to cry. Sugawara was always beautiful, but there was something ephemeral about him like this.
“What’s wrong, Hinata?” Sugawara asked worriedly when nothing happened for a few minutes. His eyes traveled over Hinata’s face, the other smiling softly before leaning down again and kissing him softly, slowly.
“I was just admiring how gorgeous you look.”
Sugawara turned a brighter shade of red and tried to hide his face, but Hinata turned it back, kissed him again.
“Koushi,” he hushed, calling the other’s attention to him, reassuring him. Sugawara froze and took a long, deep breath.
“Hey,” he said with a shaky smile. Hinata stroked his cheek. “I want this,” he reassured a slightly worried redhead. “I want you.”
They shared another kiss, and Suga tangled his hands into soft curls, deepening the kiss, prolonging it as Hinata kept rubbing his face and neck.
When they pulled back, he took another steadying breath and whispered in a tiny voice, “Shouyo.” Hinata pulled back with a start and blinked.
He smiled wide. “Say it again, Koushi.”
“Shouyo,” Suga whispered a little louder with a growing smile. “Come on,” he giggled finally after repeating it a few times, Hinata just grinning wider and wider, nuzzling into his neck and cheek.
Hinata stayed like that as he wiggled his underwear off, one-handedly rolled on a condom and added lube. “Are you ready?” he husked. He pulled back a little, giving Sugawara a good view of the cock in his hand.
“Oh,” Suga hushed in awed surprise. He stared for a beat longer at Hinata’s erection, and finally pulled his eyes back to Hinata. “Yeah,” he said finally, nodding. “Yeah.”
He grasped around Hinata’s neck and the other shifted his hips for a better angle. There was a muffled yelp and Sugawara shut his eyes tight as Hinata breached inside.
“Breathe,” Hinata reminded him with a kiss. “Just tell me if it hur-“
“No,” gasped Sugawara. He pulled at Hinata’s neck to get him closer, urging him to go on.
Hinata peppered him with more kisses as he slid in slowly, so slowly. His heart hammered in his chest and he could feel the rapid pulse in Suga’s neck as well. He kissed there, for both of them, to remind them why they were here.
“Love you,” he muffled into pale skin, and Sugawara responded in a high whine.
It was wonderful. Sugawara was perfectly tight, perfectly warm, perfectly slick and bumpy. Every inch he tread inside made his heart tremble. He grabbed gently around Sugawara’s hips at some point and lifted him off the bed a little. With a last breath of steadying air, he slid completely inside.
There was a wetness glistening on Suga’s temples and in his hair, and Hinata leaned down to kiss his tears away, more leaking out quickly. His eyes were shut, but his lips trembled upwards in a smile. He was beautiful. His silver lashes lay dewy against his round, rosy cheeks, and Hinata kissed each one in turn. Sugawara still clung to his neck, snuggled into Hinata’s cheek.
“Love you, Koushi,” he murmured into the quiet air around them. So much love and acceptance, unspeakable happiness hung in the air around them; Hinata felt like he was floating in it. His love was a tangible thing, and it lay in his arms. He hugged Sugawara closer. His body was a little short, and his face was pressed into Suga’s neck, but there he could feel perfectly the rapid pumping of Sugawara’s blood.
He wasn’t sure what made him start moving, but suddenly the air changed from softness to need, fire teasing the edges of his senses with heat. He pressed his mouth to Sugawara’s pulse point and drew himself almost completely out, slowly pressed back inside. He loved the way Sugawara trembled in his arms the first time, and called sweetly for more the second time. His hands refused to stop running over Sugawara’s soft skin and slim hips, and he couldn’t imagine that there was a more perfect being than this man right here.
He said as much aloud, and Sugawara let out the sweetest little noise.
“Shouyo, Shouyo,” he crooned. “Kiss me.” His voice broke on a whimper, Hinata pulling back and swallowing the sound whole.
He came faster than he ever meant to, but there was no way he could stop it, and Sugawara was already right there at the edge. The silver haired male came first, spilling his hot cum all over Hinata’s stomach and his trembling thighs, squeezing involuntarily around Hinata in jumpy intervals.
“Hold on, baby,” Hinata husked as he lifted Sugawara into his lap, grabbing for his hips as his boyfriend fell against him. He thrust into Sugawara until he felt his body reaching its climax, and with a loud groan, he came deep inside his lover.
“Shouyo,” Suga crooned as he clung to Hinata, as he trembled and felt the condom inside him fill. “Oh, Shouyo~”
“Was it good?” Hinata worried as he lay Sugawara down and pulled slowly out. The other trembled against the sheets, looking spent and still so glorious, eyelids fluttering in lazy happiness. He reached his hands up and motioned Hinata to come to him. He cleared away his used condom and the tube of lube and then pulled Sugawara into his arms again. Hinata moved the covers over them, wrapping the other in his arms and sheets. He held Sugawara to his chest and pressed his nose deep into soft clouds of silver hair. He could feel the tears of happiness burning behind his eyes, as Sugawara snuggled and settled against him.
“Shouyo, I love you,” the fair skinned male said, his voice sure. “I’m really... so happy; I love you so much.”
Hinata bit at his lip and nodded, trying to keep his tears in. “I love you,” he husked back in response, before burying his face into Sugawara’s hair again and crying. Sugawara giggled softly, the last sound Hinata heard before he drifted off to sleep.
x
There was a filter over his eyes when he awoke, and no matter how much he blinked, it was white and unfocused. And then his filter shifted, and he realized with a wild shock that it was Sugawara in his arms. The same Sugawara who had been his teacher, who he’d had a crush on for almost more than a year now, the Sugawara who was beautiful, who had accepted him fully, who had said that he loved...
He hugged Sugawara closer, careful not to wake him. Suga murmured happily against his chest, some sleepy nonsense, and Hinata’s face nearly split in half. He couldn’t believe...
He would treasure him. Always. He’d finally tell everyone, introduce Sugawara to all of his friends and his family. He’d marry him one day, too.
Because he didn’t ever want to let this man go. He’d fight for him, he’d get on his knees to everyone just to keep Sugawara in his arms. He’d travel the whole world and fly to the moon for Sugawara. There was nothing that would stop him now.
“Shouyo,” Sugawara mumbled in his sleep, his hand clasping at Hinata’s neck and collarbone, nuzzling into Hinata as he dreamed. Hinata felt torn between waking him and letting him sleep forever. They were sticky and Hinata was sure he smelled a little of sweat, but he couldn’t let go, not yet. He closed his eyes again and smiled.
“I love you, Koushi. Please always be mine.”
There was a long moment of silence, Hinata almost drifting back to sleep, and then he heard Suga whisper, “I promise I will.”