That little noise, coupled with the touch of Hinata's bare hand against his skin, sends Kageyama over the deep end. With a deep groan that's way, way too loud even if they're alone in a room by themselves, Kageyama arches forward, his tongue shoving in between Hinata's lips.

Shit.

SHIT

He tastes good. Kind of sweet but really good. Scooting closer, the bulge in Kageyama's pants brushes against Hinata's thigh.