I WON'T BE THE WASTED POTENTIAL

"I told you to think of my hand as a shield, didn't I? That way you don't get all of these," Oikawa chimes as he traces a finger down Kageyama's throat, "You know how much I love to mark you, Tobio..." 

Kageyama huffs and Oikawa can tell he's upset with this, but he can't make himself care. Honestly, the more aware people are that Kageyama has an owner, the happier he is.

Oikawa has Kageyama on his bed, their shirts discarded onto the floor, dicks hard through Oikawa's uniform pants and Kageyama's sweat pants, and lips swollen from barrages of fierce kisses. It's rare when Kageyama comes over at all, but even more so when they don't end up locked in Oikawa's room making out and pushing against each other. So, in a way, this isn't too out of the ordinary when compared to the times when they're alone.

"It's embarrassing!" Kageyama blurts as he touches the sore spots on his neck, fingers bumping against Oikawa's. Oikawa chuckles and presses a kiss to his mouth again.

"Well, I can't help that," he says and slides his hand down to grope the hard bulge in Kageyama's pants, "but, I can help with this."

It was meant to be sexy and get things moving, but it apparently just pissed Kageyama off because he shoves Oikawa immediatly and narrows his eyes at him.

"Can't you just wait?" he barks, and Oikawa knows he'll bite if he keeps pushing him. Oikawa rolls his eyes and presses his lips together. "Just..."

"Mm, I guess we're done here, then? I won't force you into anything, Tobio-chan," Oikawa says with a tone that's so disgustingly sweet it even annoys himself. He rolls off of Kageyama and his feet land perfectly on the floor, and he rises with a practiced, perfected posture. 

He's retrieving his shirt from the floor, now, and scrunches his face at the wrinkles that he'll have to iron out before tomorrow. Honestly he doesn't even need to be putting his clothes back on, this is his home after all, he could just walk out and finally eat the leftovers from dinner yesterday night and leave his dear little Tobio on the bed with a boner. But this is part of the bait since Oikawa knows he'll just come back to Kageyama no matter what, and he knows that Kageyama is aware of this too. 

It's just a matter of patience and denial.

Oikawa is both glad and annoyed that he chose a button-up shirt for tonight, because while it's annoying to close with all those buttons, it makes for good dramatic effect to take his sweet ass time putting each arm through each sleeve and shifting his weight with a sigh as he starts at the buttons. Honestly, he doesn't want to stop what their doing, he'd be all for just jumping Kageyama and shoving his hand down his pants right now, but he wants Kageyama to beg for it. He can't really go downstairs right now, though, because the image of Kageyama begging is just that arousing and--

"Get back here."

Oikawa is startled but it's a practiced art to not stiffen, and he pauses in buttoning his shirt to look back over his shoulder with a small, unamused frown and a hard set glare.

There it is. That hard, demanding look in Kageyama's eyes that comes out with that authoritative tone he only takes on with...well, Oikawa can only imagine with a grimace of bitterness that it makes the little #10 weak in the knees to hear. 

He huffs and turns his head back forward as he rolls the sudden heavy tension out of his shoulders while he undoes the two buttons he managed to get done. Fine. He'll keep playing, even if Kageyama calling for him to come back wasn't nearly as desparate as he'd planned. He actually feels irritated now, and he decides with a genunine smile that the kid gloves are off; he's not going to go easy.

Oikawa drops his shirt, knows Kageyama's stare is burning holes in his back, and he rocks his hips as he turns and has his hands at the button and zipper of his pants. 

"Yes, sir, yes, sir," he mocks.

He licks his lips at the way Kageyama is watching his hands, and his heart pounds with sick anticipation as he drops his pants and Kageyama's face changes completely when he's met face to face with the fact that Oikawa opted out of underwear tonight.

"And where do you want me, Tobio?" he asks in a languid drawl that doesn't match the casual way he kicks away his pants, but it doesn't matter; Kageyama's pupils are blown wide and his hands are clenching tight at the sheets.

Kageyama swallows and breathes through his mouth for a moment; Oikawa's eye twitches.

"I want you--"

"I know that."

"Shut up! I want you here!" Kageyama snaps and points to his lap, but more directly at the bulge in his pants which Oikawa knows wasn't on purpose, yet he shivers at the idea of shoving Kageyama down and riding him in a slow, tortorous way that would make Kageyama cry for release. 

Another time, he promises himself when he catches himself not breathing, another time; he doesn't have all the supplies for anal intercourse right now.

Oikawa hums and swings a long leg over Kageyama's hips, then uses that leg as leverage to hoist himself fully on the bed and over Kageyama again. This time, though, Kageyama has sunk slightly against the pillows and it leaves his face at the perfect level to have Oikawa's cock right in it. 

"Ahh, you're such a tease, Tobio-chan," Oikawa whines, and he grabs his dick at the base and gently boops Kageyama's noise with it, "did you plan for it to turn out like this? With my dick in your--"

Kageyama abruptly shoves his body down until he's flat against the bed and staring up at Oikawa with an expression that's comically serious but overwhelmed all at once. Oikawa just stares down at him for a moment before he starts to laugh. It's genuine, at least, and he covers his mouth to muffle the chuckles and giggles. 

Kageyama glares up at him now. "Hey! I just didn't want that in my face, alright? Plus, it was getting uncomfortable to be sitting like that..."

Oikawa wipes little tears from his eyes and he nods. "Sure, sure, Tobio-chan," he says with hand waves. 

He takes a breath to calm himself down before he slides down to lie on top of Kageyama, face to face, front to front. He cocks his head at him and brushes some hair out of Kageyama's face. "Now what?" he asks softly, with just a little too much fondness than he meant to let on.

Kageyama puts his unsteady hands on Oikawa's hips, pulls him closer and jerks his hips up at the same time. Oikawa gasps, a little to genuinely, but recovers enough to smirk at him.

"You just want to pretend to fuck me, don't you?"

Kageyama glares up at him, but the effect is ruined when he moans once Oikawa rubs his ass back against the hard bulge in his sweatpants. 

"Would you fuck me hard, Tobio-chan?"

Oikawa makes a sharp, high noise that was overdramatic on purpose when he ruts his cock against Kageyama's abs, and it makes Kageyama tense up.

"Until I saw stars," Oikawa sighs, "until I cried, maybe? You'd love that...you'd love to fuck me so hard I'd cum and cry from how good it felt," he idly starts moving his ass against Kageyama's dick in careful strokes, "and you'd want to hold me down. Or would you just take me from behind? Maybe you make me do all the work, make me fuck myself on you--"

"Shut up."

"--you could even tell me to suck you off--"

"I said shut up!"

"--and cum all over my face--"

Kageyama's hands then grabbed and squeezed Oikawa's ass so hard Oikawa curses violently, all sugary sweet moaning gone from his voice. He bucks against Kageyama, just to get away from how much it hurt to have that grip so secured on each cheek. He growls at him, glares down at Kageyama as he struggles to get out of his grip, and that bastard is fucking smirking at him.

Oikawa finally reaches back and grabs Kageyama's wrists, forcing them off of him and pushed roughly over Kageyama's head. 

Now Kageyama was frowning and glaring, and Oikawa was near snarling. 

"You stupid brat--!"

But Kageyama doesn't flinch; he glares right back with a shine in his eyes that makes Oikawa's heart skip beats.

It's sometimes when he looks Kageyama in the eyes, especially like this, he sees it, the promise of trouble to be had lurking in his depths, and he seeks to squash it immediately. He knows he can't keep it down for long because he knows Kageyama isn't the type of flame to be put out by a little harsh rain, but he tries with his teeth and his hands and his words to create a hurricane against him, still knowing that it won't work forever.

Oikawa has enough self-awareness to know that he will ultimately break against the king twisting under his fingertips, he just wants to make him break first.

He puts Kageyama's wrists into one of his hands, the other shoving onto Kageyama's hip to hold him down, and he looks into his eyes with an expression bordering defeat. Oikawa realizes he might never be done with Kageyama, and part of him isn't exactly mad about that. He leans down and kisses Kageyama so gently he's thrown him completely off his game, but Oikawa doesn't know if he'll take advantage of that yet; he kind of likes just lazily making out with Kageyama.

Oikawa slides off Kageyama's mouth and pouts at him. "What will I do with you?" he asks quietly, mostly to himself, but Kageyama looks vaguely dazed and mostly confused and Oikawa can't say he doesn't like that look on him.

He lets Kageyama's wrists go and he shuffles down the bed, roughly pulls Kageyama's sweat pants and undwear down to his knees, and decides he's too done with tonight to fuck with Kageyama anymore; he's just going to suck him off and maybe spoon with him until Kageyama has to go home. Or, Oikawa ponders sourly again, to Hinata.

"Oikawa?"

Kageyama is, understandably, concerned about the abrupt change in attitude and levels of giving a fuck. Oikawa just sighs and kisses the head of Kageyama's dick.

"Be a good boy and be loud for me; I'll let you cum in my mouth if you beg me to," he promises with a semi-forced smile and a wink. He's going to go easy on him after all.

Alphabet Drabbles/Fics work like this:

1. Pick a letter and a corresponding word or expression.
2. Pick a fandom I can write for (link to the list below).
3. Pick a character(s) or pairing.
4. Take as many as you want. Repeat letters are allowed.
5. When/if I finish it, I'll respond to your comment/contact you somehow with a link.
6. Accept that yours may not get filled because I'm lame. It's not you, it's me.

They will be anywhere from 500 words to a fucking novel I don't know. I try to keep them to the "original" 500 words, but sometimes they explode.

Some may also include illustrations (a la {this bullshit}), but they may not.

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