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pearlsephoni · 1 year ago

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The Big Fat Greek Honeymoon, Ch 2: From Athens to Santorini

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Two days of travel in a row won't stop the newly-weds from enjoying the villa they'll call home for the week.

A/N: Originally published on AO3 on May 28th. Further author's notes can be found there.

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For all of Tobio’s grumbling and bluster, he still wraps Shoyo back up in the now-filthy towel and carries him back to the bathroom, where he leaves him to rinse himself down in the shower while Tobio fills up the bathtub with hot water and a complementary bath bomb Shoyo found earlier. By the time Shoyo deems himself sufficiently filth-less, Tobio has already lowered himself into the bathtub and is waiting for him with surprising patience.

He feels floaty and half-awake the entire time, his mind still dazed after having two powerful, ruthless, sublime orgasms ripped out of him. He’s less smiley and more sleepily content when Tobio towels him down after the bath, tucking his head under his chin and holding on tight despite Tobio’s half-hearted grumble of, “Dumbass, I can’t dry you like this.”

“S’okay.”

“Lemme go.”

“No.”

He hears a gruff sigh, before strong arms and the fluffy towel wrap around him. “...Oi.”

“Hm?”

“Can you walk back to bed alright?”

Shoyo’s eyes slowly blink open as he peers up at Tobio. “...If I say no, will you carry me back?”

“Alright, that’s a yes.”

“Noooo,” Shoyo laughs, clinging to Tobio and shuffling along with his attempts to leave the bathroom. “Carry meeeee, you carried me here!”

“Yeah, and you’re fine now.”

“You really think my ass recovered that fast?”

“Jesus, shut up,” Tobio growls. Without any warning, he slips out of Shoyo’s hold and grabs him around the waist, hoisting him over his shoulder to the sound of his startled squawks.

“Ow, Tobi, what the hell!” he shouts, battering at his back and kicking uselessly at the air.

“You wanted me to carry you, right?”

“Yeah, like your husband, not like a sack of rice!”

“Oops,” Tobio deadpans, not sounding remorseful at all. Jerk.

He doesn’t put Shoyo down until they reach the bed again, where he still lowers him with the same care he’d shown before. “There. Happy?”

“No,” Shoyo grouches, turning away from Tobio to crawl up the bed.

“Are you seriously mad at me?”

“Yes!” With that, he burrows under the covers, keeping his back to Tobio’s side of the bed and not giving up any of the covers despite his tugs at them.

“Hey…Sho, c’mon.”

Shoyo doesn’t say a word…but he does let some of the covers loose.

They’re immediately tugged back to the other side of the bed, before a weight makes the mattress shift beneath him. “...Sho?”

Shoyo presses his lips thin and stays turned away, even though every part of him wants to turn towards the weight slowly approaching behind him. “Shoooo.”

“No.”

“Hey…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Hmph.”

“You seemed fine after the bath, so I thought…” Hesitant fingers brush his waist, making him jerk a little from surprise, but he doesn’t move towards or away from the touch. “…What can I do?” Shoyo held his breath. “To make it up to you?”

Shoyo waits a beat or two, just to make Tobio squirm, before suggesting, “…Could you carry me to the Olympic stadium?”

“Are…are you serious?”

“If you don’t want to…”

“No, no, I’ll…I’ll do it.”

“…Really?!”

“Yeah…”

That’s all Shoyo needs to hear to make him turn towards Tobio with a sunny smile. His husband, for his part, looks like he’s just stuck a whole lemon in his mouth. “Now are you happy?” Tobio mumbles.

“Mm-hm!” Shoyo snuggles in, bumping his head under Tobio’s chin and brushing a kiss to his throat. “You don’t have to.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to carry me.” Shoyo peeks up with a cheeky grin. “I just wanted to see what you’d agree to. I wasn’t actually mad.”

“You little—” A broad hand suddenly covers Shoyo’s face, making him squawk when it shoves him back. “You sneaky little bastard!”

“Love you, too,” Shoyo coos, holding on tight. “Don’t be mad! I’ll let you win tomorrow!”

That brings a familiar glint to Tobio’s eye. “‘Let’ me? I’m gonna win fair and square.”

“Not if you don’t get some sleep!”

There’s a grunt, then an arm tucking Shoyo into a strong chest. “G’night, dumbass.”

“Good night, jerk!”

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In a rare twist, Tobio is the first to wake up in the morning, and Shoyo isn’t roused by his weight shifting out of bed. When he does wake up, it’s to gentle fingers in his hair, an ache at his hips, and the sight of a bowl of Greek yogurt with granola and honey drizzled on top sitting on the bedside table.

He stretches with a wince and a moan, before he catches the hand sliding out of his hair and slowly opens his eyes to Tobio’s soft grin and softer, “Hey.”

“Hey, love,” Shoyo mumbles. He winces again as he pushes himself upright, blinking in the sunlight streaming into the room. “What time is it?”

“7:30. You have to hurry if we want to make it to the stadium.”

That fully wakes him up. “Shoot!”

It’s a mad scramble, but they manage to make it to the Panathenaic stadium by 8:00, giving them a full hour to workout. The stadium itself is stunning: it’s the only stadium in the world completely made of marble, and while its age shows in the yellow tinge to the stone, it still seems to glow in the early morning sunlight.

They stand at the entrance to the stadium for a quiet, awestruck moment before Shoyo glances at Tobio with a grin. “Hey, Tobi.”

“What?”

“Race you.”

Sapphire eyes meet amber for a single, charged breath. Then, as though they hear the same imaginary gunshot, they bolt forward to the black racetrack.

They race around the stadium, then up and down the marble bleachers, then race to get the most reps of push-ups and crunches and burpees. By the time Shoyo collapses to the ground, he’s added two wins to his tally, while Tobio’s added three.

“I win,” Tobio grunts as he plops down next to Shoyo with all the grace of a dropped potato sack.

“It’s not fair,” Shoyo whines. “You’re not the one who was fucked sore last night.”

“Dumbass, shut up! We’re in public!”

“Who understands Japanese in Greece?”

There’s a kick at his hip, and when he pushes himself to his elbows to scowl at Tobio, he instead finds his husband watching someone run past them on the racetrack. He follows his eyeline and finds himself staring at an East Asian woman jogging away, ears glowing red in a way that’s distinctly not from exercise. “…Shit.”

“Idiot.”

“Shut up! How was I supposed to know?”

“Maybe don’t talk about sex in public in the first place,” Tobio hisses. They scowl at each other before Tobio’s frown melts into concern. “Are you really still sore from last night?”

“A little,” Shoyo admits, carefully rising to his feet. “But I’m okay. I still beat you twice, right?”

Tobio’s concern hardens back into his grumpy scowl, but he still accepts Shoyo’s proffered hand and lets him pull him up. “I want first shower,” he declares, not letting go of Shoyo’s hand. “Since I won more.”

Shoyo gasps in mock hurt. “You don’t want to shower together?”

“If we shower together, we’re gonna miss the boat to Santorini,” Tobio says with a raised, intentional brow.

It’s not hard to understand what he really means, and Shoyo feels his cheeks warm from flustered surprise. “Fine, fine…you can have first shower if you take care of checkout!”

Tobio rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

“And you can carry me back!”

Tobio doesn’t deign to respond. He just silently drops Shoyo’s hand and starts jogging towards the exit, leaving Shoyo laughing and running after him.

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After the hastiest shower and checkout either of them have pulled off, the couple take a taxi to Piraeus Harbor and hurry to their afternoon ferry to Santorini.

“Holy shit,” Shoyo gasps, collapsing into his seat. “We should never cut it that close again.”

“Right, I’ll note that down for our next ferry from Athens to Santorini,” Tobio snorts.

Shoyo swats at his arm before turning his attention to the window. Outside, the Aegean Sea churns against the side of the boat, battering it just enough to make it rock side to side. “I hope the sea’s not too rough.”

“We’re supposed to have clear skies today,” Tobio hums, leaning to look at the sea over Shoyo’s shoulder. “Even if it does get bad, the ride’s less than 5 hours. You’ll nap through the whole thing.”

“No, I won’t!” Shoyo protests. He nudges Tobio away with his shoulder so he can turn and frown at him. “This is my first time on a big boat like this! I’m not gonna fall asleep on it!”

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He falls asleep within the first hour of departure, and blinks awake to the sound of Tobio’s soft snores at his ear. He doesn’t want to sit up and rouse his husband, so he digs out his phone and brings it to his face to check the time.

Three hours passed. Which means they’re almost to Santorini. Which means Shoyo did, in fact, sleep through the trip. Oops.

The entire time that they disembark on Santorini and take a taxi to their hotel, Tobio is wearing a sleepy, satisfied smirk that is both infuriating and sexy. Shoyo can’t look at him for too long without nearly being overwhelmed by the urge to either shove or kiss him.

Both urges are forgotten when they step into their villa.

“Woahhhh!” Shoyo cries, dropping his bag unceremoniously at the foot of the king-sized bed. He at least remembers himself enough to drop it to the floor, keeping the crisp, white sheets clean, before he runs through the white, cave-like space and out onto the balcony. “Tobi, there’s a bed out here,” he calls back, “and a pool! Look, the pool goes inside, that’s so cool!”

“Dumbass, quit shouting,” Tobio hisses from the door.

“Why? Look at this place, we’re aaaaaall alone!” He’s not exactly wrong. The honeymoon villa is set apart from the rest of the hotel, offering almost-complete privacy while still presenting stunning views of Santorini’s caldera. After the afternoon ferry ride, the taxi ride to the hotel, and a hasty dinner, it’s already evening, with the horizon starting to turn orange and the rest of the sky dancing between a lavender purple and gauzy blue. It’s beautiful, and Shoyo is excited for the dinners and breakfasts they’ll share with an orange sky that week.

But the sunset can wait. Right now, he’s more interested in continuing to explore. He scurries back into the bedroom, oohing and aahing at the door leading directly from the bedroom to the infinity pool, then at the couch built into the wall, before he’s brought up short by the window above the couch. He hadn’t noticed before, because the space beyond is darker than the rest of the bright villa, but the window looks directly into—

“That’ll be a view,” Tobio remarks, resting a knee on the couch to peer into the huge shower. The listing online said the rain shower doubles as a steam room, but Shoyo’s still startled by how big it is.

“Just a view?” Shoyo hums with a coy smile. “Noooothing else?”

His skin immediately warms beneath the smirk Tobio pins him under. “We just got here and you’re already getting ideas?”

“I told you, that’s what honeymoons are for!”

“Uh-huh.”

Shoyo pokes him in the ribs and quickly dances away from his grabbing hands and into the bathroom. It’s nice, all glittering white tile, but the true prize is in the back: an indoor plunge pool, surrounded by black stone and lit by tiny lights around the water. Broad steps lead into the depths, and the pool fills almost the whole dark cavern, apart from a little ledge next to the steps. It’s probably meant for drinks or candles, but a thrill shudders through Shoyo at the thought of what else they can use it for.

“Hey, Tobi,” he murmurs, already sensing his husband behind him before his arms snake around his waist.

“Hm?”

“I think we’re in paradise.”

“Mm.” Soft lips brush over the line of Shoyo’s tank top against his shoulder. “What should we do first in paradise?”

Shoyo flashes a roguish grin over his shoulder. “We should get naked.”

“…Dunno why I asked.”

“C’mon!” Shoyo snickers, nudging Tobio away and towards the shower. “We just spent the whole day on a ferry! Don’t you feel gross?”

“I don’t think what you have in mind will help with that.”

“Shut up! Are you calling me gross?!”

“You said it, not me.”

“Fine,” Shoyo scoffs as he tugs off his own clothes. “I’ll just take a shower alllll myself, and you can watch through the window.”

He doesn’t have to look at Tobio to know he’s wearing his annoyed little frown, but he does feel a little disheartened when he doesn’t hear any clothes rustling or bare footsteps following him into the shower.

Then he turns the water on, and suddenly he’s yelping from fingers digging into his side. “Ow, you asshole!”

He whirls around to glare at Tobio, only to falter at the sight of him standing naked with their shower toiletries bag in his hand. “You forgot this. Dumbass.”

“No, I didn’t,” Shoyo sniffs. “I’m going into the plunge pool after this, I can just use the hotel shower gel.”

Tobio blinks. “…Oh.”

He looks so startled and pouty, Shoyo can’t resist pulling him down for a quick kiss. “But thanks! Now they’ll be ready for when we get out of the pool!”

“Who says I’m going in with you?” Shoyo just raises his brows and smirks, earning delightfully pink cheeks in response. “…Shut up.”

The shower is distinctly Not Sexy—somehow, by some unspoken agreement, they decide to race to be done and in the pool first, resulting in record-time showers and wet feet slapping across the tile floor to the plunge pool. Shoyo wins, but only because he nearly slips on the wet tiles, distracting Tobio with an attempt to catch him before he wipes out. “Woah, careful— oi!”

Shoyo catches himself, zooms to the dark pool room, and hoots as soon as he steps into the water on a submerged stair. “I win!”

“You cheater!”

“Who’re you calling a cheater?” Shoyo gasps in mock scandal, wading down the stairs until he can push off into the standing part of the pool. “I nearly died!”

“Yeah, and you didn’t, because I stopped and saved you.”

“I caught myself! I didn’t ask you to help!”

“Fine, next time I’ll just let my husband crack his head on the floor!”

Shoyo grins up at where Tobio is still standing in the entrance. He’s backlit by the bright lights of the bathroom, while the blue lights of the pool room throw his features and the contours of his body in sharply-contrasted light and shadow. He looks beautiful, ethereal, even with that stupid pout on his lips.

Shoyo’s stomach swoops low in his belly. “Are you gonna keep whining,” he murmurs, his soft voice echoing in the small cavern, “or are you gonna come here?”

Even in the dim light, Shoyo can see Tobio’s eyes darken before he starts taking slow steps towards him. The water comes up around Shoyo’s shoulders, but only rises to just below Tobio’s pecs, almost presenting the plush muscle like a meal. The light shining through the blue water makes his dark eyes flash, sending a shudder down Shoyo’s spine.

He looks surreal, like a god rising from the water, and Shoyo suddenly understands how the mortals of myths could be seduced by the divine.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s been standing there and staring at Tobio until his husband mutters, “What?”

“Huh?”

“Why’re you staring at me?”

“Oh…” Shoyo smirks, trying to distract from the flush warming his cheeks. “I was just thinking—”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to compliment you!” Shoyo laughs, splashing at Tobio. “Do you want to hear it, or not?”

“Fine, fine,” Tobio sighs, easily blocking the small splash.

“I was thinking,” Shoyo starts again, wading towards him, “maybe it was unfair of us to get married.”

“This is a weird compliment.”

With a snicker, Shoyo winds his arms around Tobio’s trim waist and smiles, fluttering his lashes. “Don’t you think it’s unfair? That I’m keeping the sexiest setter in the world aaaaalll to myself?”

Tobio’s guarded confusion melts with his scoff, replaced by a small, fond smile. “People have eyes,” he reminds Shoyo in that flat, matter-of-fact voice, “they can still look at me.” His hands cup Shoyo’s jaw, tracing a thumb along the curve of his lips. “And since when have you lost sleep over being greedy?”

“Are you calling me greedy for loving you?!”

“Yeah. I’m greedy, too.” Tobio leans in, lets their lips ghost together. “I’m the only one who can enjoy Ninja Shoyo’s moves off the court.”

“Yeah…wanna see what he can do in the pool?”

“Only if you stop referring to yourself in third person.”

Surprised laughter bursts from Shoyo, made louder by the echo in the cavern. But Tobio doesn’t flinch with surprise or ask him to be quiet. He just lets out his own, much-softer laughter and watches Shoyo with a heartachingly fond expression. In the midst of his laughter, Shoyo is aware of Tobio’s hands moving over his body, one stroking down his spine and the other sliding past his hip. Tobio bends down to curve that hand around Shoyo’s thigh and hoist it up, forcing Shoyo to move his own hands from Tobio’s waist to his shoulders. He’s more than happy to hold on when Tobio lifts his leg around his hip, holding him up as he presses him to the wall of the plunge pool.

As he moves, he carefully keeps his lips just out of reach of Shoyo’s, only letting their noses brush and their breaths bead on their cheeks in the steaming air. “Tobio,” Shoyo whispers, wrapping his other leg around him and pulling him even closer, “kiss me.”

“No.” Tobio’s eyes are intense, making Shoyo somehow feel even more naked and exposed as they slowly drag across his face. “I want to see you.”

“See me?”

Tobio hums. With the water carrying most of Shoyo’s weight, he can let go of his leg and trail his fingers up his thigh, along his waist, and to his chest, where he draws circles closing in on Shoyo’s nipple.

“Oh,” Shoyo sighs, trembling from anticipation and the cold, wet spirals Tobio traces. “T-Tobio, we can’t…in the pool…it’ll be gross.”

“I know,” Tobio chuckles, eyes still fixed on Shoyo’s fluttering lashes. “I’m just getting you ready for the shower.”

“The shower—? Ah!” With all his attention fixed on Tobio’s wet fingertips, Shoyo’s not ready for the glancing lick at his other nipple.

Tobio hums again, this time with his lips brushing Shoyo’s skin. “I want to fuck your thighs.”

A shudder runs up Shoyo’s spine, but not without a surprised laugh. “Seriously?”

Tobio pulls away with a frown. “What?”

“We haven’t done that since high school.” Sure, they’d tried it a few times, but once they both got up the courage to actually fuck, thighs were quickly abandoned in favor for ass.

“Yeah, because we never had a shower big enough to fuck in,” Tobio reminds him. He’s not wrong—even with their professional athlete salaries, the most they’ve been able to do without risking twisting an ankle were hand and blow jobs.

“Aw,” Shoyo mutters with a pout, “I wanted to ride you in there. Brought waterproof lube and everything.”

Tobio mutters a low curse, emphasizing it with a featherlight bite at Shoyo’s nipple. Shoyo keens and tries to curve away from Tobio’s mouth, but a hand slips around his back and keeps him arched forward. “Next time,” Tobio mutters, soothing his nipple with a wide-tongued lick, “you horndog.”

“Takes one to know one,” Shoyo retorts, before sighing at the kisses Tobio brushes across his skin. “Tobi…”

“What?”

“I wanna kiss you.”

“Nope.” Tobio grins up at Shoyo’s pout. “But you can touch me.”

Shoyo knew that, of course he knew that, but brushing his fingertips over the sharp line of Tobio’s collarbones isn’t the same as sucking a mark into the curve.

Still, with Tobio so intent on keeping his eyes on him, Shoyo has to make do with stroking up the back of his neck, sinking his fingers into black hair, and tugging just enough to wring a moan from his husband. “Touch me more,” he whispers, tugging again until Tobio meets his eye. “C’mon, you’re missing a spot.”

“A spot?” Tobio echoes with a raised brow. “Is that what you’re calling this?”

Suddenly, without warning, he reaches down and wraps his calloused fingers around Shoyo’s cock. The novelty of being naked in a private pool and being caressed by his husband has already made it begin rising in interest, but the first brush of Tobio’s fingertips is what makes it fully strain from Shoyo’s body.

“Ah, yes!!” Shoyo cries out, rocking into Tobio’s touch as well as he can without making his legs slip from his hips.

“Feels like a little more than a spot,” Tobio remarks, as casually as though he were commenting on the weather.

“Shut up,” Shoyo laughs breathlessly, words immediately melting into another moan. “Don’t make me want to fuck you.”

“Too late, I called dibs.”

“Dibs—?! Mmh!” Shoyo’s glare feels weak on his flushed, lustful features, but he pins Tobio under it anyway.

“Dibs,” Tobio confirms. “I still have to make up for last night.”

A jolt sparks up Shoyo’s spine as he bites his lip, feeling somehow even more exposed under Tobio’s heavy-lidded gaze. It’s a silly feeling—it’s not as if Tobio doesn’t already know and accept everything about him. The reminder feels warm and soft spreading through Shoyo, even as it tangled around the electric desire zipping in his veins.

“You keep staring at me weird.” The grumble snaps Shoyo out of his horny daze, and he finds Tobio staring at him with eyes that speak of more fondness than real annoyance.

“I just— nnh, I love you. So much.”

All the amused, fond annoyance slides off of Tobio’s face, leaving only the most tender, heart aching adoration pooling behind those eyes. Shoyo only gets to enjoy it for a breath, before Tobio leans forward and finally, finally kisses him. “Me, too, Sho,” he breathes between kisses. “Fuck, I want you. Can we shower? Please?”

“You sound so hot when you beg, Your Highness.” Shoyo slides his arms around Tobio’s shoulders, brushing their noses together and making Tobio’s angry retort die in the breath between their lips. “Carry me?”

“You little princess.” Tobio’s grumble is accompanied by his arms tightening around Shoyo and holding his leg against his hip as he begins moving out of the pool.

“Yeah? Are you my little prince, then?”

Annoyance flashes across Tobio’s face, leaving Shoyo unprepared for his quiet, “I could be. If you wanted.”

I can be anything you want me to be. The sentiment is loud in his shy words, and Shoyo wonders once again at the fact that he gets to be so loved by a man so stubborn and strong and incredible.

He shakes his head, dipping in for a kiss. “No,” he whispers, “I don’t want you to be anything but yourself.”

“Sap.”

An unflattering snort escapes Shoyo just as Tobio catches his lips again and reduces him to soft sighs and moans. He’s lowered to the cool tile floor before he hears fumbling at the tap for the shower. The cold spray shocks a gasp from Shoyo, but he still clings stubbornly to his husband and steals as many kisses as he can. “Dumbass, back up,” Tobio grouches against his lips, as though his voice isn’t shaking from laughter. “We can’t wash like this.”

“Can’t. Want you too bad.”

“Is that Japanese?”

“Are you gonna shut up and fuck me, or not?”

“Bossy dumbass.”

When Shoyo gasps again, it’s from their hard lengths rubbing against each other, slipping on the soap that Tobio drips down their bodies. After Tobio’s wandering lips and stroking fingers in the plunge pool, Shoyo’s patience is frayed. He’s had enough of teasing touches. He wants skin on skin, wants to feel every callous on those perfect hands over his body.

And Tobio’s not giving him that. He slides his soap-slippery hands along the lines of his body, depriving him of the slight bite of his callouses, and when he finally does dip below his hips, it’s only to trail his fingertips along Shoyo’s length. Shoyo’s breath hiccups in his chest from the stifled anticipation, and he just barely keeps a whine choked back in his throat.

Unfortunately for him, Tobio knows him better than anyone in the world, down to the sound of him stifling his own moans. “You okay?” he asks, with a smirk that betrays how smug the question actually is.

“I won’t be if you don’t touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Slippery fingers slide back down his cock and trace the curves of his balls, making him gasp and press to his toes. “What about you? You’re not touching me.”

Shoyo glares at Tobio, before leaning up again and catching his lips at the same time he wraps his hand around his cock. Tobio’s gasp is sweet on Shoyo’s tongue, tasting like honey as he traces the inner curve of his lips. Tobio chases his tongue back into his own mouth, taking the chance to stroke his palate and nip at his lip in retaliation. It’s messy and competitive and fills Shoyo with so, so much love that simmers over the ever-present flame of competition.

When Tobio pulls away, Shoyo shivers under his heavy gaze and the sound of his rough voice ordering, “Turn around and hold on.”

“What’s the magic word?” Shoyo asks cheekily.

An exasperated grin cracks at the haze of arousal over Tobio’s face as he leans in, nudges their noses together, and murmurs, “Turn around and hold on, dumbass.”

Shoyo’s surprised laugh is muffled by another kiss before he finally obeys the hands pushing at his hips and turns around. His own hands fall on a bar above the numerous taps and dials in the shower, right at his eyeline and the perfect height for his head to loll between his arms when he moans from Tobio’s hand on his cock. “Hah…”

“Keep your legs closed,” Tobio murmurs at his ear, fitting his legs on either side of Shoyo’s thighs. Shoyo does so, only for a large hand to press between his thighs and slide up to cup his balls. He doesn’t get a chance to press into the touch, because the hand quickly slides away to be replaced by—

“Mm, that’s it,” Tobio hisses. His cock is slippery between Shoyo’s thighs, and sublime against his length. Shoyo is viscerally reminded of why they’d taken so long to properly fuck—sure, anal was intimidating to two virginal high schoolers, but more importantly, it was so much work to go through when tight, slippery thighs worked just as well.

Or so they’d thought. Now they know the perfect squeeze off a hole and the overwhelming pleasure of a cock against a prostate. But this, the nudge of Tobio’s thick cockhead against the vein under Shoyo’s dick paired with Tobio’s hand closing around Shoyo’s tip…there’s a special type of hasty pleasure in this, too.

“Hey, Tobi,” Shoyo gasps, words cracking on a moan.

“Hm?”

“Remember when we did this after Nationals?”

“Fuck.” His forehead falls on Shoyo’s shoulder, startling another laugh from him. “Still can’t believe you convinced me to do that.”

“Like you weren’t into it.” Shoyo presses his hips back and smirks when the hand on his waist slips down to squeeze at his ass.

“You’re hard to say no to.” Tobio pulls at his asscheek and leans back. The realization that he wants a peek at Shoyo’s hole makes him eagerly tighten up, coaxing a groan when Tobio sees it wink at him. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“It’s your fault we’re not,” Shoyo points out, rocking forward to remind him to pump his hand.

Maybe it’s being in such a large, steaming shower. Maybe it’s the desperation implicit in Tobio’s desire to fuck his thighs. Maybe it’s the combination of precome and soap and water slicking Tobio’s hand around both their lengths. Whatever it is, the combined handjob feels better, more potent, than it has any right to be, and the drag of Tobio’s cock between his asscheeks makes him whine from how much he wishes he were thrusting in him. “Tobio…Tobio, please…”

“Hm?”

“More.”

“Greedy. Hold still.”

Shoyo’s ready to disobey, until he realizes why Tobio gave the direction: the hand at Shoyo’s ass traces back up his body, bumping up the lines of his abs, before sliding under the curve of his strong chest.

Shoyo never gave much thought to his chest before he and Tobio rekindled their romance. The new, strong swell of his pectorals was just another part of the way his body had grown and broadened with his training. Tobio was quick to change that view, always spoiling his chest with squeezes and licks and bites.

Now he drags his hand across the muscular expanse, letting his callouses catch ever-so-slightly on his nipples along the way and tugging soft moans from Shoyo. “How’s this?” Tobio gruffs as he circles his fingertips around Shoyo’s nipple again.

“Good,” Shoyo breathes, “but more.”

His greed is answered with a rough thrust between his thighs, making him whimper from the pressure along the underside of his cock and the texture of Tobio’s trimmed hair against his slick ass. “Better?”

“More!”

There’s a soft swear, before Tobio’s hand tightens around Shoyo’s tip. Shoyo whimpers from the sweet pressure, but then Tobio slows his pumping down, tugging at Shoyo in almost-lazy pulls. “Tobi, c’mon.”

“No,” Tobio grunts, biting at the curve of Shoyo’s shoulder. “Stop rushing and enjoy it, dumbass. We’ve got time.”

Shoyo whines, but bites his lip against more whines, trying to listen to his husband. Something about the water makes him feel everything so much more, and the languid pace lets him soak in every sensation: Tobio’s expert pumps at his straining cock, the delicious slide of their lengths on each other, the way his ass cushions against Tobio’s rocking hips, the glancing circles and pinches and flicks at his nipples, and, most potent of all, the soft lips and gentle teeth kissing and nipping the curve of his neck.

His gasps for air slow into deep breaths that carry soft moans on every exhale. Arousal doesn’t prickle at him anymore. It spreads, syrupy and molten and delicious, from Tobio’s hands through Shoyo’s whole body. When it begins to crest, Shoyo feels every bit of the rise, his nerves coiling with anticipation as though he were on the slow ascent of a rollercoaster.

“Tobio,” he breathes, his head falling back against Tobio’s body. “Tobio, please—”

“M’close, Sho,” Tobio groans in reply, catching his earlobe between his teeth with a light tug. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Shoyo can’t help snickering. “Really? My thighs feel that good?”

“All of you feels good,” Tobio grunts.

He punctuates his gruff praise with quick pumps at Shoyo’s cockhead, pulling a surprised, unraveled cry from him. “Ah, you, too!”

“Gonna come.”

Shoyo presses his thighs tighter against each other, and is rewarded with a moan. “Then come.”

There’s one last groan, before Tobio suddenly clutches Shoyo’s hips back against his and presses his chest to his back. His hips stutter against Shoyo as his cock kicks between his thighs, splattering come under his shaft and against the smooth, dark brown stone of the shower. He keeps pumping at Shoyo, though the rhythm stutters just a bit, and his hand mixes his own release into the slippery mix already undoing Shoyo.

“Oh, fuck,” Shoyo gasps, looking down to watch the milky whiteness spreading on his cock, “shit, Tobio, that’s so hot.”

“Good.” Tobio’s dick begins to soften, eventually slipping out from between Shoyo’s thighs and leaving his balls free for his hand to dip down and cup them. Shoyo keens at the featherlight pressure, feeling them wind tight as if in response. He was close, he was so close, he just needed—

“Come on.” That hand returns to his cockhead and begins pumping urgently, making Shoyo’s lips fall open with a wrecked moan. “Come for me, Sho.”

Finally, after who knew how long, Shoyo felt himself begin to teeter over the edge. “Unh—” His orgasm didn’t explode so much as overflow in him, making him feel as if pleasure were pressing at his skin. “Ah, ngh, Tobio—”

He blindly reaches behind him and sinks his fingers into smooth strands, using his hold to pull Tobio into a clumsy kiss at an awkward angle. He doesn’t care. He just needs to moan his orgasm into his husband’s mouth, and Tobio seems more than happy to oblige. He doesn’t stop tugging at Shoyo’s dick, like he’s determined to get every bit of come out of him, until Shoyo grabs at his wrist to still him. “S-stop,” he stutters.

“Sorry.”

Shoyo lets out a soft hum of protest, craning his neck to brush a kiss to Tobio’s cheek. It feels warm under his lips, and the warmth matches the bashfulness in Tobio's voice when he asks, “...Was that good?”

“Of course it was,” Shoyo laughs with another kiss. “Buuuuut…”

“But?”

“It’s still not as good as you fucking me.” Shoyo turns into Tobio’s arms just in time to see his face practically catch fire.

“Not…not now, dumbass,” Tobio mumbles.

“Why? We’re all clean now.”

“Yeah, and we woke up early. I’m tired.”

A light flick at Shoyo’s forehead makes him cringe away. “Fine, fine…You owe me tomorrow!”

Tobio snorts. “Sure. Can we go to bed, now?”

Shoyo rolls his eyes, but gently nudges Tobio into sitting on one of the broad, seat-like stairs set against the shower’s window, and uses his lowered position to properly rinse him down, head to toe. Tobio follows the pressure of his hands easily and wilts under the warm water, resting his head against Shoyo’s stomach and letting a hand trace through the downy hair of his thigh. When Shoyo announces “Done!” and slides the shower head back into place, Tobio kisses his abs and blinks up at him with a soft smile. “Thanks.”

“Geez, you really are sleepy,” Shoyo laughs. He gently brushes Tobio’s wet hair out of his eyes, smiling at the slow flutter of his lashes. “Sleepy-yama.”

His point is only proved when Tobio just hums instead of grumbling a protest at the nickname. Where yesterday, he had been the one to lead them through cleaning up for bed, he now slouches over Shoyo like a weighted blanket, nuzzling into his neck and draping his arms around his waist while Shoyo does his best to towel off. “Tobio, move,” he laughs.

“No. You didn’t.”

“I’m not a big heavy giant!”

“Like you have a problem with that.”

Shoyo just huffs as he tries to shuffle to the bed. Once he reaches the end, he maneuvers around until Tobio’s the one leaning against it, and mutters, “If you don’t let go, I’m gonna make you fall and crash on top of you.”

There’s a long, low groan, before Tobio finally straightens up and crawls onto the bed by himself. Shoyo doesn’t follow him, happy to watch with a grin as he trundles around like a drunken bear, and his heart melts when Tobio rests against the pillows, pouts at Shoyo, and reaches for him with honest-to-goodness grabby hands.

“Awww, Tobi,” Shoyo coos, quickly moving across the bed and curling into Tobio’s side. “Why’re you so cute when you’re sleepy?”

“M’not cute,” Tobio sighs. His arms wrap around Shoyo and pull him even closer, letting the curves of their bodies slot together like puzzle pieces as he buries his nose in his hair. “M’just sleepy.”

“That’s what I said!”

“Oh. Whatever.”

Shoyo snickers into the warm skin of his chest. “Go to sleep, you big baby.”

Tobio grunts in protest, but then, with one last kiss pressed to Shoyo’s hair, his breaths even out and his body relaxes against Shoyo.

He can’t think too hard about the fact that he’ll get a lifetime of nights like this. A lifetime of sleepy grunts and clingy cuddles and clumsy kisses. If he dwells on it, he knows he’ll burst into happy tears, and he doesn’t want to wake Tobio up for something so stupid.

He knows luck isn’t the only thing that got him here—his own hard work made it all possible. But as he lies there, breathing in the comforting smell of Tobio’s freshly-washed skin and holding on tight despite the balmy air of the Greek islands, Shoyo still feels pretty certain that he’s the luckiest man in the whole wide world.

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