summer ends and we wonder who we are
A few moments later, the car emerged onto the open air, top level of the parking garage. Hinata eased the car into the furthest corner spot, and turned off the car. The engine clicking as it cooled was the only sound. Kageyama looked over at him, and his confused face was so fucking cute. His eyebrows drawn together, his lips a frown. "Hinata, what—" Hinata was already out of his seatbelt. Swiftly, he adjusted the steering column up to give himself a little more room to maneuver, then he climbed right over the center console and into Kageyama's lap, just in time to cut off the rest of his sentence with a kiss. He still hadn't gotten used to this: kissing Kageyama. It felt a little like he'd been born to do this. Kageyama had surprisingly plush lips for a guy who was constantly pursing them into a thin, severe line. Kissing Kageyama felt so good, so overwhelming, that Hinata was surprised by his continual survival. He pushed his greedy hands under the hem of Kageyama's t-shirt, pressing his fingertips into warm flesh. He adjusted his knees on either side of Kageyama's hips. He couldn't get as close as he wanted, but this would have to do.
commission by @ryucloud (twt) ✨👀🔥
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