Author’s Note: I forgot I wrote this like a year ago at a Fanfiction Smut con workshop and found the paper today so here ya go. It’s been a minute since I posted something Haikyuu anyway.
Warnings: language, suggestive sexual content
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They meet up in the supply shed which is so cliche that Yamaguchi can’t help rolling his eyes at the whole situation.
“Really, Tsukki?” he asks in a quiet voice when the door opens and closes again. It’s hard to see inside, but Tsukishima’s classes manage to catch the low light.
“Needs must,” he says dryly, leaving down to press a firm kiss against Yamaguchi’s mouth. It’s businesslike and perfunctory, so Yamaguch is surprised to feel the slight tug at his waist as Tsukishima also unties his pajama pants.
“The fuck-” Yamaguchi breaks the kiss. They’ve gone this far before once or twice, but never outside his bedroom when his mom has the late shift, never more than shy fumbling hands, never in public and never at goddamn training camp.
“Is there a problem?” Tsukishima asks, but he doesn’t stop, sliding the fabric down over Yamaguchi’s hips. Yamaguchi twists backwards, trying desperately to keep his pants up.
“Yes? I mean yes! Sorry, Tsukki, but why?”
“You were biting your nails during the practice match.” Tsukishima rubs his thumbs across the divot of Yamaguchi’s hips innocently, not moving inward. Yamaguchi is not fooled. He glares into the darkness.
“So?”
“So you’re stressed.”
“You wanna jerk me off in some dirty shed because I’m stressed?” Yamaguchi sputters.
Tsukishima huffs. “No, Yamaguchi,” he says very slowly. “I want to blow you in some dirty shed because I feel like it.”
“….Oh. Er. Well, then.” Yamaguchi breathes as Tsukishima drops to his knees.
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