[ There’s a moment when Cater looks up from his work that makes
Kageyama understand wanting to take pictures of things. He wouldn’t mind a
picture of Cater just like that. But he’ll just burn it into his memory
instead like everything else he never wants to forget. ]
I wanted to wait.
[ And Cater is older it is polite. Which he usually doesn’t care
about with food but he tries with everything possible when it comes to
Cater. But as soon as Cater has started Kageyama is digging in. He’s a fast
eater and eats a lot. He shoves a mouthful in and his eyes brighten to show
his approval, a blush dusting his cheeks as he starts digging in intently.
]
[Enthusiastically digging in is all the compliments that Cater needs. He laughs happily watching Kageyama before he really begins chowing down his own plate of food.]
I think that's the most well-received my cooking's ever been!
[Not that he'd actually had complaints or anything before, but he rarely ever cooked at all due to Trey being the kitchen buff. Compared to him, most other efforts were sub-par.]
Yeah? How about we start by making it a weekly thing?
[They can pick a standing day, and he'll make sure he comes by with groceries. His own plate is polished off not too soon after Kageyama's, and he leans back to admire the boy sitting across from him. He really looked so cute, right now.]
What kind of food do you like, the most? I'll have to start coming up with ideas of what to make.
[ While it doesn't show too much on his face his ears give away the thrill of happiness at the idea -- the idea that Cater wants to spend more time with him for real. ]
[How specific. Cater can't help but laugh as he hoists himself up onto his feet, picking up his empty plate and reaching for Kageyama's so he can bring the dishes to the sink for washing.]
Easy enough. I'll start plotting a whole protein-packed menu for us.
[Without even thinking about it, he starts cleaning up. Dorm mentality had taught him to be fastidious. Call him the perfect housewife.]
But I'll always make sure I save room for dessert.
[ Cater so naturally takes the dishes that for a second Kageyama
doesn’t realize how backwards it is. When he does he jumps up and moves
beside Cater. ]
You don’t need to do that.
[ Cater already did the bulk of the work and this is Kageyama’s
place the dishes are his responsibility. He’d lived alone most of the time
even before arriving here, after his grandpa passed and his sister is in
university. His parents were always overseas. That left Kageyama in an
empty house to fend for himself. So he’s not a slouch on most housework.
There is a temptation to enjoy this though… it feels nice to be taken care
of or something like that. ]
Dessert… you mean…?
[ every time that kind of dessert? kageyama flushes.
]
[Cater smiles at Kageyama when he steps up to help. He doesn't argue--he doesn't exactly love chores, so if the other boy wants to take over, he'll step aside and let him. Leaning back against the counter beside him, Cater's expression takes on that earlier mischief once again.]
[ Kageyama grips the dish he’s holding a little tighter. He goes
even redder, ears burning and well the thrill goes straight to his cock
which flusters him. He forces his focus on washing the dishes, maybe a bit
more quickly. ]
[Cater tries not to, but a small giggle escapes him just the same. Seeing the younger teen flustered was just too irresistible.]
Only if you want to. That's totally up to what you're comfortable with.
[In saying that, he realizes it probably bears saying:]
Including, like, if you don't want me taking things that far in the first place. I'm not trying to push you into doing things you're not ready for or aren't interested in.
[ He stops what he’s doing for a moment to look at Carer directly
and put his full attention on the conversation. It’s a new kind of
conversation for him. They’ve had a few of those actually. ]
I’m interested in you.
[ A pause. ]
And… that stuff too.
[ then his head ducks down as he finishes the last bit of dishes.
]
[The first statement makes Cater pause, just for a few seconds. No, he shouldn't overthink things. Kageyama was just blunt, and Cater had already told him how he felt about relationships. This was fine.
So he sidesteps closer, shifting so he could slide a hand over the other boy's waist. His fingers poke underneath Kageymama's shirt so they can brush against the bare skin of his lower back.]
[ Kageyama knows he shouldn’t be as interested as he is. It would
just hurt when cater leaves. And everybody does leave. He can’t help it
though. He bites his lip when the awkward smile starts to appear, the
others hand is kind of like magic sending sparks everywhere it touches,
doubly so when he touches skin directly.
yeah, kageyama has it bad for Cater or he wouldn’t like this. He
wouldn’t want him to touch him like this or do anything else. And he
wouldn’t want to kiss him again. ]
You’ll be like a senpai.
[ Kageyama murmurs, trying to make a little joke to cover his
nerves. ]
You mean you didn't already see me as a senpai? Ouch...
[He laughs, because of course he's joking, too. Cater's fingertips trail up until his whole hand is sliding against Kageyama's skin. Even if he's not quite done washing the dishes, Cater doesn't hesitate in leaning all the way in so he can sink his mouth against Kageyama's neck.]
[ Kageyama is kind of forgetting about the dishes at the moment. His
focus pulled to the others touch and his lips are warm, kind of soft
against his neck and the feeling is somewhere between ticklish and just…
pleasure. ]
[Cater feels something flutter excitedly inside of him at Kageyama calling him senpai--and without any warning he uses his own body to turn the other teen away from facing the sink, pushing him back against it instead. He inserts himself between those long legs, looking up at Kageyama from under his lashes.]
Touch me.
[Pressing in closer, he capture's the other boy's mouth with his. He didn't care that he didn't give Kageyama a chance to dry his hands. Didn't care to wait any longer.]
[ How is Cater so smooth. It reminds him of the seamless way Hinata jumps or how Nishinoya dives and receives. It’s just natural and impressive. Kageyama stares down at Cater when he all but manhandles him against the sink. yeah. The dishes are completely forgotten.
Touch me. That’s going to reverb in his head for days.
His hands are still wet but they find Cater’s waist and then remembering how good it felt when the other’s hand was on his bare skin he drags his shirt up some, brushing fingertips against his skin experimentally. He presses into the kiss, curling the other’s fingers into his sides. It’s a bit embarrassing though in this position, with Cater between his legs can he feel that Kageyama is getting hard? ]
[Oh, Cater feels it. Feels impatient. Wants to slide right down onto his knees and take his treat--but no, he has to contain himself at least a little bit. Kageyama's still so new at just kissing, he reminds himself. Smiles against the other boy's lips as wet fingers tickle his warm skin. Cater deepens their kiss, his own hands teasing their way around the hem of Kageyama's pants, playing with them as if he might plunge underneath at any moment.]
[ Kageyama focuses a bit more on the kiss, tasting Cater, exploring. He’s still figuring it out, learning from Cater as he goes. How’s he supposed to pay attention though when the other’s teasing at his pants and he keeps thinking he’s going to do more than that.
He breaks the kiss, but doesn’t pull away very much. ]
Uhm are we staying in the kitchen?
[ He asks. Maybe he shouldn’t have but well the urge to ask was strong especially with where his mind is going and what his body is wanting and what Cater’s hand is doing. ]
[Just like Cater had expected, it seemed like Kageyama was a fast learner. Was it because he was making volleyball comparisons in his head, he wondered? Relating the way they moved against each other to courtside strategies? When Kageyama pulls back to ask his questions, Cater can't help the sly look that crosses his face.]
We can move this somewhere more comfortable, if you want.
[He tugs at Kageyama's waistband, taking a slow step back and encouraging the other boy to follow his lead.]
[ Kageyama nods and he follows the other’s tugging without question. He’d pretty much follow Cater anywhere right now. Even as they’re moving he leans to press his lips to Cater’s again. He doesn’t really want to stop kissing for very long at all. ]
[It was really too sweet, the way that Kageyama acted. For all his usual stoic and awkward behavior, he kept chasing him down for such gentle touches. Cater can't help but smile into every little kiss--so it's maybe a bit of a clumsy journey through the small house from the kitchen to the bedroom. A small giggle escapes him when they finally reach the bed, and he puts his hands on Kageyama's shoulders to push him gently down onto it.]
[ Maybe Kageyama should've been leading the way through his house but he might've done even worse navigating while kissing. The laugh from Cater makes him smile, it's the natural one that doesn't look so awkward and weird. The smile that he can't summon on demand and has to be earned. ]
Mm.
[ He quietly agrees as he's pushed back onto the bed and his eyes don't leave Cater. Reaching up, he holds the back of his neck pulling him downward for another kiss. His stomach is all butterflies and his body is hot. ]
[With Kageyama pulling him down with him, Cater can't help giggling. He hovers close, not rushing as they share in yet another kiss--so the other boy will still feel him smiling as he murmurs against his lips.]
I want to know what you're thinking.
[He knows he's teasing, that Kageyama isn't good with words, is inexperienced...but he can't help himself as he lets one hand dance slowly down the younger teen's chest.]
About what I'm going to do...what you want me to do.
[ Kageyama's eyes widen at the teasing, even as they faces stayed so close. He can barely think between Cater's lips and his hand. There's a bit of a flare of panic that tightened in his chest as his mind starts processing what Cater wants of him. He licks his lips. ]
I... don't know.
[ There's a strain to his words and he's trying to hide his anxiety but really... ]
My brain is just... Cater, Cater, Cater.
[ Which yeah, he's clearly excited at the prospect of what Cater's going to do and he wants that but really the only clear thing in his head is Cater. He wants him, anything that he'll give. He's forgotten to even be insecure about his lower body. ]
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[ There’s a moment when Cater looks up from his work that makes Kageyama understand wanting to take pictures of things. He wouldn’t mind a picture of Cater just like that. But he’ll just burn it into his memory instead like everything else he never wants to forget. ]
I wanted to wait.
[ And Cater is older it is polite. Which he usually doesn’t care about with food but he tries with everything possible when it comes to Cater. But as soon as Cater has started Kageyama is digging in. He’s a fast eater and eats a lot. He shoves a mouthful in and his eyes brighten to show his approval, a blush dusting his cheeks as he starts digging in intently. ]
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I think that's the most well-received my cooking's ever been!
[Not that he'd actually had complaints or anything before, but he rarely ever cooked at all due to Trey being the kitchen buff. Compared to him, most other efforts were sub-par.]
Maybe I'll come cook for you more often.
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[ Kageyama is almost done before you know it. The dishes end up completely cleaned up of food as he smiles shyly at Cater. ]
I… I’d really like that.
[ it’d be more time with him after all… and we’ll he has discoverers eating food made by the guy he’s really into makes it taste all the better. ]
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[They can pick a standing day, and he'll make sure he comes by with groceries. His own plate is polished off not too soon after Kageyama's, and he leans back to admire the boy sitting across from him. He really looked so cute, right now.]
What kind of food do you like, the most? I'll have to start coming up with ideas of what to make.
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[ While it doesn't show too much on his face his ears give away the thrill of happiness at the idea -- the idea that Cater wants to spend more time with him for real. ]
I like meat a lot.
[ He is very simple. ]
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Easy enough. I'll start plotting a whole protein-packed menu for us.
[Without even thinking about it, he starts cleaning up. Dorm mentality had taught him to be fastidious. Call him the perfect housewife.]
But I'll always make sure I save room for dessert.
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[ Cater so naturally takes the dishes that for a second Kageyama doesn’t realize how backwards it is. When he does he jumps up and moves beside Cater. ]
You don’t need to do that.
[ Cater already did the bulk of the work and this is Kageyama’s place the dishes are his responsibility. He’d lived alone most of the time even before arriving here, after his grandpa passed and his sister is in university. His parents were always overseas. That left Kageyama in an empty house to fend for himself. So he’s not a slouch on most housework. There is a temptation to enjoy this though… it feels nice to be taken care of or something like that. ]
Dessert… you mean…?
[ every time that kind of dessert? kageyama flushes. ]
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I mean putting you in my mouth.
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[ Kageyama grips the dish he’s holding a little tighter. He goes even redder, ears burning and well the thrill goes straight to his cock which flusters him. He forces his focus on washing the dishes, maybe a bit more quickly. ]
Do… you want me to do that too?
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Only if you want to. That's totally up to what you're comfortable with.
[In saying that, he realizes it probably bears saying:]
Including, like, if you don't want me taking things that far in the first place. I'm not trying to push you into doing things you're not ready for or aren't interested in.
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[ He stops what he’s doing for a moment to look at Carer directly and put his full attention on the conversation. It’s a new kind of conversation for him. They’ve had a few of those actually. ]
I’m interested in you.
[ A pause. ]
And… that stuff too.
[ then his head ducks down as he finishes the last bit of dishes. ]
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So he sidesteps closer, shifting so he could slide a hand over the other boy's waist. His fingers poke underneath Kageymama's shirt so they can brush against the bare skin of his lower back.]
Then I'll do all sorts of stuff with you.
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[ Kageyama knows he shouldn’t be as interested as he is. It would just hurt when cater leaves. And everybody does leave. He can’t help it though. He bites his lip when the awkward smile starts to appear, the others hand is kind of like magic sending sparks everywhere it touches, doubly so when he touches skin directly.
yeah, kageyama has it bad for Cater or he wouldn’t like this. He wouldn’t want him to touch him like this or do anything else. And he wouldn’t want to kiss him again. ]
You’ll be like a senpai.
[ Kageyama murmurs, trying to make a little joke to cover his nerves. ]
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[He laughs, because of course he's joking, too. Cater's fingertips trail up until his whole hand is sliding against Kageyama's skin. Even if he's not quite done washing the dishes, Cater doesn't hesitate in leaning all the way in so he can sink his mouth against Kageyama's neck.]
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I… I meant… a different kind of senpai.
[ Kageyama is kind of forgetting about the dishes at the moment. His focus pulled to the others touch and his lips are warm, kind of soft against his neck and the feeling is somewhere between ticklish and just… pleasure. ]
Cater senpai…
[ he says it now just because it’s a topic. ]
I can finish the dishes later.
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[Cater feels something flutter excitedly inside of him at Kageyama calling him senpai--and without any warning he uses his own body to turn the other teen away from facing the sink, pushing him back against it instead. He inserts himself between those long legs, looking up at Kageyama from under his lashes.]
Touch me.
[Pressing in closer, he capture's the other boy's mouth with his. He didn't care that he didn't give Kageyama a chance to dry his hands. Didn't care to wait any longer.]
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Touch me. That’s going to reverb in his head for days.
His hands are still wet but they find Cater’s waist and then remembering how good it felt when the other’s hand was on his bare skin he drags his shirt up some, brushing fingertips against his skin experimentally. He presses into the kiss, curling the other’s fingers into his sides. It’s a bit embarrassing though in this position, with Cater between his legs can he feel that Kageyama is getting hard? ]
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He breaks the kiss, but doesn’t pull away very much. ]
Uhm are we staying in the kitchen?
[ He asks. Maybe he shouldn’t have but well the urge to ask was strong especially with where his mind is going and what his body is wanting and what Cater’s hand is doing. ]
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We can move this somewhere more comfortable, if you want.
[He tugs at Kageyama's waistband, taking a slow step back and encouraging the other boy to follow his lead.]
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Get comfortable.
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Mm.
[ He quietly agrees as he's pushed back onto the bed and his eyes don't leave Cater. Reaching up, he holds the back of his neck pulling him downward for another kiss. His stomach is all butterflies and his body is hot. ]
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I want to know what you're thinking.
[He knows he's teasing, that Kageyama isn't good with words, is inexperienced...but he can't help himself as he lets one hand dance slowly down the younger teen's chest.]
About what I'm going to do...what you want me to do.
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I... don't know.
[ There's a strain to his words and he's trying to hide his anxiety but really... ]
My brain is just... Cater, Cater, Cater.
[ Which yeah, he's clearly excited at the prospect of what Cater's going to do and he wants that but really the only clear thing in his head is Cater. He wants him, anything that he'll give. He's forgotten to even be insecure about his lower body. ]
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