Warning: There is sin, you are warned.
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"Sorry," Shinigami grunted, standing back up to his feet. He turned around and bowed to the rest of the team who gave him looks mixed with confusion and shock. "Next time, I'll get it." Daichi let out a breath through his nose, walking up to the taller second year...before punching him in the gut.
"OI what was that for!" Tanaka shouted, rushing to Shinigami's side since the boy looked like he was about to throw up his guts after that punch. The captain smirked, before reaching out. Everyone stared as the third year gently pet the taller male on the head, containing his shock at how soft the other's hair was.
"Don't apologize, you did amazing." Blinking up at Daichi, Shinigami smiled before wincing. He turned his gaze down at his arm which was completely burned thanks to him sliding on the floor. The others winced as well, knowing that feeling of burning skin, not in a good way like when you spike. But in a very, very painful way.
"Come here you brat! Let's get your arm wrapped up!" After declaring that they would have another practice game, both teams had a brief break to catch their breaths.
Seated on the bench in front of Shimizu as she took out the first aid kit, Shinigami winced whenever air was blown against his arm. The entire backside of his forearm was red and agitated, with some of the skin rubbed off in certain areas. The last time he got a wound like this it was from tripping on the treadmill.
Shimizu glanced into the kit and frowned. "We're out of ointment..." Before she could go to find some, a hand appeared in front of her face. She looked up, finding the captain of Nekoma standing before her, in his hands a tube of healing ointment. "Thank you." The bedhead male nodded before plopping down on the floor beside Shinigami who gave him a nod.
"Is your chest alright?" The captain chuckled before nodded, giving himself a little pat on the chest.
"Shouldn't you be worrying about your arm more that little old me?" Chuckling, Shinigami rolled his eyes. When Shimizu suddenly applied the ointment to his burned arm, he hissed, body tensing up. Kuroo frowned, reaching out to grab the male's other hand. When the two locked eyes he smiled. "Kuroo Tetsuro."
"I believe you already know who I am," Shinigami chuckled, which got a nod and a wider smile from the Nekoma captain. Shimizu began to gently wrap the bandages around the male's arm which made him tense once more, but not as bad as before. The ointment was helping with the burn and cooled the area it was applied to almost instantly.
Feeling a hand brush against his thigh, Shinigami's eyes widened a fraction. He turned to Kuroo who smirked, the glint from before returning to his eyes.
'Hehe...'
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Somehow Kuroo had managed to get out of playing the rest of the practice games, saying something along the lines of 'letting the newbies get some practice'. Still, Nekomata agreed, allowing the captain to leave the gym alongside the injured Karasuno player who wasn't allowed to be put back in due to his arm burn.
When Nekomata saw the two sneak out of the gym, he just thought that they were going to get some food.
Oh, boy was he wrong about that.
Slamming the black-haired male up against the side of the vending machine, Shinigami roughly re-planted his lips against his, both their tongues fighting for dominance. Neither really remembered how they ended up in the makeout session, but they didn't really care about that at the moment.
In an attempt to regain dominance, Kuroo reached down, squeezing Shinigami's ass so that their crotches rubbed against one another. The taller male moaned a little into the kiss, eyes opening just a tad to give the cat a feisty glare.
Without warning he wrapped his arms around Kuroo's legs, forcing him up off his feet. Instinctively, Kuroo broke the kiss, his arms wrapping around Shinigami's neck while his legs tightly clasped his waist. His face was flush, a little saliva dripping out the side of his mouth that was hung open panting.
"So you're going to- a-aH~!" Kuroo was cut when he was suddenly bitten in the collar bone. The pain made him feel even hotter, pant's growing tighter by the second. Shinigami smirked against the male's hot skin, feeling the small tremors that rocked his body. He savored the dazed look on Kuroo's face before getting back to work.
Using one hand to pull down his jersey a bit, Shinigami began to plant sloppy kisses all over the other's exposed skin, sucking and licking until the hickey was created. Every time he added another Kuroo would tremble, his arms wrapping even tighter around the extremely dominant male.
'G-God this feels so fucking good!...' Panting, Kuroo tangled his hands in Shinigami's hair, pulling which received a grunt mixed moan in return. Pulling back, the two continued to breathe heavily, staring into each other's eyes. Both held the same lust filled intense look.
With a smirk, Kuroo leaned forward, reconnecting their lips. Once again their wet tongues fought against the other, saliva dripping down both of their chins. Pulling back from the sloppy kiss, Shinigami glanced around the hallway until his eyes landed on the men's washroom.
"Oh~ eager are we~?" Kuroo purred, smirking as he was dragged into the washroom and then slammed up against the door before it was locked. Trapping the shorter male between himself and the washroom door, Shinigami smirked back.
"You better keep your voice down, or someone will hear~~."
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"Eh?! What happened to your neck Washitakeo-san?!" Hinata's sudden shout drew everyone's attention to the male who had just returned to the team who finally finished the last practice game. "It's covered in bruises! Did you get into a fight?!" Kageyama reached up, grabbing the second year by the collar so that he could get a closer look.
Shinigami smirked a little, going to open his mouth when he was suddenly smacked in the back of the head by Daichi whos face was flush with anger but for most, embarrassment. Sugawara and Ennoshita began to herd everyone else onto the bus while the captain was beating some sense into the second year.
"What's wrong Sugawara-senpai?" Hinata questioned, innocently gazing up at the third year who's face was completely red.
"J-Just sit down Hinata..."
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"Eh? Where's the captain?" Yamamoto whirled around, searching for the tall middle blocker who had disappeared. Everyone was about to go searching when Kozume spoke up, stating that he got a text from Kuroo. "What he went home alright? Aw man, he was going to buy us ramen!"
- Meanwhile In The Washroom Of Sin... -
"J-Jesus christ..." Staring at himself in the washroom, Kuroo raised a shaking hand, touching one of the many and I mean many hickeys along his neck. The bruises went all the way down his chest, on his back, and even...there.
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"This, is the definition of fuck me..."
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Lol this whole chapter was just some fun ;)