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Sakusa is currently wondering if Kageyama is aware of what he’s doing.
He wouldn’t necessarily call them rivals, but they aren’t exactly friends, either. So it’s a little strange to stumble into the locker room and suddenly see Kageyama Tobio jerking himself off inside of it.
The younger man seems almost oblivious to his surroundings. He’s sitting on a bench that’s closest to the lockers, his upper body leaning back against it as he lazily strokes his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Sakusa can’t stop himself from staring, watching the motions of Kageyama’s hand. He can hear Kageyama sighing and groaning, can hear the slick sounds of Kageyama stroking his cock.
Perhaps it’s wrong of him, sick of him, but Sakusa can’t help but feel his own arousal stirring at the sight. Sakusa huffs quietly himself as he slowly begins shuffling his shorts down to his mid-thighs, freeing his cock from their confines. He glances around as he goes, seeing no one in the nearby hallway, and he takes a moment to quietly shuffle his way into the locker room, hiding himself behind the end of the row of lockers.
Kageyama doesn’t even notice him, his brows pinched together as a look of almost painful pleasure has come over his face now. He’s handsome like this, though he’s always handsome. It’s one of the things Sakusa hates about the guy. He’s already freakishly good at volleyball, and he has to have one of the prettiest faces Sakusa’s ever seen before. It’s nearly unfair. Kageyama grunts a little loud then, his hips bucking up slightly from the bench as his other hand grips onto the edge of it to keep himself steady.
Sakusa’s cock is already getting hard. He raises his other hand and bites down onto the back of it as he curls his fist around his cock, slowly stroking it to full hardness. He doesn’t feel as bad about doing this, because if Kageyama can do it, then so can Sakusa. He merely feels a little bad about jerking off to Kageyama specifically.
But then again, if Kageyama didn’t want to get caught masturbating, then why is he doing it in the middle of the locker room for anyone to walk in and see? Maybe he wanted to get caught…
The thought and idea of it has Sakusa groaning quietly to himself. He quickly grabs the collar of his shirt and shoves it into his mouth, biting down onto it as pre-cum begins leaking from the head of his cock. Sakusa turns his gaze back to Kageyama and watches as Kageyama now uses both of his hands to get himself off. One hand is still curled around the base of his cock while the other switches between fondling and squeezing his balls and playing with the head of his cock.
Sakusa presses his thumb against his slit as he watches Kageyama’s fingers curl around the head of his cock. Fuck, even his cock is pretty, and Sakusa hasn’t seen all of it yet. It’s unfair. All of it. Kageyama moans loudly out into the locker room, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and back to Sakusa. The sound of it makes him shudder, gripping tightly at his cock. He presses his weight into the end of the lockers, trying to keep himself a little more hidden from view as he quickly strokes his cock, trying to work himself to a quick orgasm so he can hurry up and get out of here before Kageyama finishes too.
He drags his gaze up along Kageyama’s body, studying the planes of his muscles and shoving every little detail into a box he’ll keep for later. As his eyes rake over his torso, Sakusa’s gaze falls on his face—and he nearly falls over when he sees Kageyama staring back at him.
Ice cold makes its way through Sakusa’s veins at the sudden intrusion, of their gazes meeting and locking. He wants to feel ashamed and disgusting, but Sakusa can’t stop himself from glancing down, seeing the way Kageyama hasn’t stopped his hands at all.
So Sakusa’s hunch was right.
Kageyama did want to get caught.
And Sakusa is the one who caught him.
Opening his mouth, Sakusa lets his shirt fall away. He moans openly now, watching the way it makes Kageyama actually shudder in his spot on the bench. His eyebrows pinch together again, but there’s a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he suddenly curls both hands around his cock and begins fucking up into them.
Sakusa works his own cock faster, letting himself make as much noise as he can. It seems to spur Kageyama on, his cock leaking so much pre-cum that it’s dripping onto the floor. Sakusa licks his lips, wanting to taste him desperately, but he figures he’ll ask about that at a later date.
He squeezes around his cock as he watches Kageyama cum, his mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. A gurgled groan is what comes from him, the sound going right through Sakusa. He groans deeply as he squeezes his eyes shut, dropping his head between his shoulders as he strokes faster, his other hand gripping onto the metal of the lockers.
Sakusa forces his eyes open as his orgasm quickly approaches, the edge so near—and cums at the sight of Kageyama, spent and out of breath, panting heavily, staring Sakusa down as he finishes.