#kageyamatobio x #tendousatori (#kageten ???) anyways nsfw (super lowkey but just in case)

Crickets are chirping all around them. Their fire has yet to die out, flames burning bright and fierce, almost as fierce as the gaze Tendou bestows upon Kageyama right now.

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He doesn’t know whose idea it was to have them set up camp together, considering the fact that they’re exes and everything, but Tendou makes a mental note to give them a huge thank you once this little retreat is over.

Tendou has never seen Kageyama like this — all primal instinct — but, he supposes being out in the woods, smack dab in the middle of nowhere will do that to a man.

And what a man Kageyama Tobio is right now.

He’s wearing long sleeves to combat from the night’s chill, but it clings to him in all the right places.

Tendou drools at the sight of back muscles contracting and relaxing as Kageyama works on setting up +

whatever camping equipment they need in order to make it through this trip unscathed.

He finds himself entranced by his shoulders, his biceps, his /hands/.

Gosh, those hands.

Those hands that serve volleyballs at 58 miles per hour, those hands that are rough and calloused from years of spiking and setting, those hands that Tendou wishes with every fiber of his being, were on him right now, touching, roaming, caressing, him.

Kageyama crouches down, thighs bulging through his joggers, and Tendou almost faints.

This is supposed to be a relaxing trip, a last ditch effort on lowering their blood pressure, and yet, Tendou has never felt himself to be so worked up in his life.

His heart is beating erratically in his chest, something he is sure the wildlife around them can hear loud and clear if they haven’t managed to scare them off with their, you know, human-ness.

Kageyama lets out a frustrated groan and Tendou snaps.

“Tobio,” he whines.

“In a minute,” comes the clipped reply. Somehow, this makes Tendou even hotter for the man.

Maybe it’s the fact that they’re in the great outdoors, or the fact that it’s been months since Tendou has seen Kageyama outside of work, +

maybe even the fact that Kageyama hasn’t said a word to him since they’ve been assigned as partners — he isn’t afraid to admit he’s always liked the broody, quiet types — but whatever it is, Tendou is glad for it.

Of course Tendou wants to talk to him, have a civil conversation and see where it gets them, but right now, Tendou isn’t thinking with his head.

Well, not the one on his shoulders at least.

“Need you now,” he says, one second away from begging.

“What?” Kageyama stands and turns around, crossing his arms over his chest. Tendou watched the way his arms fill out the fabric of his shirt. He swallows.

“I need your help.”

A devastating raise of a singular eyebrow. “With?”

“Pitching the tent,” Tendou says seriously.

“Pitching the…” Kageyama trails off, looking back and forth between the tent that has already been set up and Tendou himself. “I already pitched the tent,” he says slowly. “You didn’t help at all, remember?”

“Not that tent,” Tendou says, purposely ignoring the obvious bait. He doesn’t want to argue; he wants to fuck. They can do all of the arguing and the bitching later — or during, really, Tendou has no qualms about that. It might even make the sex better, who knows?

The fire has slowly been dying out, flames losing their height, embers floating about, but Tendou can still see the moment that Kageyama’s eyes shift towards his very obvious erection, and he can see the blush that forms on his cheeks while he fumbles for a response.

“You have the worst puns,” is what he eventually comes up with, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

“Come on Tobio,” Tendou says, making his way towards the man. “I’ve missed you so much you know,” he murmurs.

Kageyama stays silent, but that’s okay. Tendou can do all the talking. He nearly closes the distance between them, leaving a mere inch of space between their lips as he speaks, hands coming to rest on Kageyama’s hips, thumb running circles around the bone.

“Did you miss me too? Did you think of me? I always thought of you.”

“Thought of me how?” Kageyama asks, breath fanning over Tendou’s lips.

“If I tell you, will you give me what I want?”

Tendou does not get a verbal answer. What he does get is Kageyama’s lips crashing into his, hungry, bruising, passionate.

He kisses back, trying to convey his thoughts and feelings in sloppy, +

open-mouthed kisses that trail down from Kageyama’s lips, to his jar, to the expanse of his pale neck.

“Get in,” Kageyama commands, pushing them towards their tent (the actual, physical tent) and Tendou would be a fool to not comply.

He enters the tent, never separating himself from Kageyama.

Kageyama looms over Tendou who’s sprawled flat on his back, the earth beneath him digging into his spine uncomfortably, +

but the feeling is quickly forgotten when he opens his eyes and sees the way Kageyama looks at him; lust and desire etched into his face, no doubt a reflection of the feelings painted on his own.

“You sure you want this?” Kageyama asks, ever the considerate one. His voice shakes with barely concealed arousal, and Tendou resists the urge to drag him down for another one of those mind-numbing kisses and show him how sure he is.

“Yes. Yes I’m sure,” Tendou replies, tugging on Kageyama’s shirt impatiently. “Please Tobio, I’ve never been more sure.”

“So needy,” Kageyama murmurs, diving in for a kiss.

It’s nothing like the kisses they shared outside the tent, this one slower, more purposeful.

Hands roam his body as if cataloging the changes that have been made in the span of eight months and committing them to memory.

His hands wander over sensitive hills and even more sensitive valleys. Tendou is a field that has been stepped on, walked over, and kicked away, but Kageyama traverses his body with care.

He knows which pathways to gently walk along, +

he knows where not to go, he peeks and gets glimpses of uncharted territory, noting ridges and canyons and plateaus that have yet to be explored.

And then they fuck like animals. Eagles and crows if you will. The screech and caw and their talons (nails) dig into each other’s backs, their beaks (teeth) nip and bite along their chests and when they finally reach their climax, they squawk (scream, moan, whatever).

//end.

And there you have it! Sorry for getting cringe towards the end there😅 maybe I should just stick to what I know… I hope the ending resonated with you though

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