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Kageyama tries not to scowl from where he’s sat in the booth, his hands are clasped together where they stretch out in front of him on the table. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he can see Hinata looking between him then following the former’s gaze to the dance floor.
“Bakayama! Your face is scary!”
“Shut up, dumbass!” Kageyama seethes, baring his teeth in Hinata’s direction which makes the ginger raise his forearm to shield his face like he was expecting a punch to his head. “S-scary…” Hinata trails off into silence with a pout, but Tobio pays him no mind. His narrowed eyes are focused on the same two people who always had his attention, whether he liked it or not.
Oikawa Tooru looked downright sinful in the tight, red button-down shirt that clung to his body like a second skin. The top two buttons were undone, showcasing his smooth but toned chest. Iwaizumi Hajime wasn’t much better if the white shirt that did very little to hide his chiseled chest and broad shoulders had anything to say for it. The two moved effortlessly, years of playing on the court together granted them with the ability to match each other’s moves without having to try at all.
It was quite the sight, Kageyama could admit. He wouldn’t mind sitting down and watching them for hours- for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t the problem. No. His problem was the head of blonde, soft looking locks that would peak out between their shoulders every now and again. The baby blue eyes that he could see from the distance, looking up at his senpais with a drunken, but no less adoring smile.
His problem was Iwaizumi’s buff arm wrapped around the blonde’s lower back, tugging him closer so that he could grind their crotches together as they swayed together on the dance floor. His problem was Oikawa’s own arm stretched across the blonde’s shoulder and his hand grasping at his lover’s back so that they could further sandwich the nameless boy between them and grind his own crotch against the perky, nowhere near as nice as mine Kageyama’s inner thoughts grumble, ass that was in front of him.
His problem was the stupid smirk on Oikawa’s plump lips and Iwaizumi’s emerald-colored glare that he catches pointed at him more than necessary. He bristles angrily, but never takes his eyes away from them and finds himself glaring daggers at the blonde head whenever he’s able to catch sight of it, his teeth grind the insides of his cheeks angrily between them.
“Bakayama, don’t.” Hinata finally catches the meaning of Kageyama’s focused gaze assessing the dance floor. He had finally looked away from the trio on the dance floor, but that didn’t mean any good.
Kageyama’s eyes flick back over to the smirk and glare that was pointed his way.
“Kageyama, don’t do it-“
“Fuck this.” The contents of the table clatter as Kageyama’s palms slap down onto its surface and shoves himself to his feet and stomps across the dance floor. Approaching a familiar group of tall boys, Kageyama pointedly ignored the eyes that followed his every move across the dance floor as he slithers between the sweaty bodies that were in his way, using his slightly curled up hands to shove those who didn’t get out of his path.
“Can you dance?” He barks at the first person he sees, who happens to be Miya Osamu who stares up at him dumbly for a few seconds, his mouth opening and closing much like a goldfish’s would. “Uh…”
Kageyama walks up to him and glares at him when the male couldn’t muster up the world quickly enough, then turns to look at the face that looked exactly like the one he had been staring at, but this one wore an easy-going smirk and eyes that twinkled with amusement.
“Can you dance?” Kageyama stares up at Miya Atsumu through the thick lashes that brackets his dark blue eyes, ditching his twin so that he could press close against him until their chests were flush together. “Fuck yea’,” the taller of the two smirks down at him before allowing himself to be guided away by the slender fingers that wrapped themselves around his wrist.
Kageyama drags the hunk of a man through the dance floor, purposefully walking in front of Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s darkened gazes. He releases Atsumu’s wrist in favor of twirling his hands around in the air to the beat of the music and turns his back to him before grinding back on the taller one’s crotch with every sway of his hips.
His fishnet-clad chest swells with pleasure at the sight of the smirk on Oikawa’s face dropping quicker than a ball being spiked down by Hinata in their freak-quick attack. Iwaizumi’s glare had gotten scarier, if that’s even possible, but it wasn’t pointed at him. No, it glared holes above him, at the figure of Atsumu who was pressed closely behind him.
Kageyama keeps his eyes on them as he keeps his hands up in the air, moving in unison with Atsumu who’s interest was pressing against the crest of his ass with each sway of his hips. He backs up even more against the taller boy and grabs onto his hand and moving it around with his. Atsumu wasn’t a bad dancer, not that Kageyama was paying him any mind, and complimented Tobio’s moves with his own slick ones.
Oikawa ducks his head so that he can lick up the side of blondie’s neck, all while watching his adorable Tobio-chan from the distance. He feels Iwaizumi’s knuckles brush against his crotch from where they were glued to the petite figure’s ass that was between them. It seems his boyfriend couldn’t keep his eyes off his kouhai either.
Kageyama doubles his attempts as the bass of the music drops, the lights complimenting the pale skin of his upperbody that was covered in his long-sleeved fishnet top. He trails his palms up his own thighs, all while keeping his hips swaying back against Atsumu. He twists them around when he reaches his waist and pushes them further up the sides of his chest until he can place them on the back of his head. He can’t help the grin that tugs on his lips when he feels Atsumu do the same with his own hands, matching his movement and energy. Their hips press together at every thrust that lined them up together perfectly and he feels himself let go a little, almost forgetting about his senpais.
Almost.
In fact, when Kageyama turned around to wrap his arms around the buff shoulders of Miya, he could basically feel the presence just a few feet away from him. He doesn’t turn around until he hears Oikawa speak up. “Tobio-chan, we need to talk.”
He glances at them from over his shoulder, biting back the shit-eating grin that threatened to take over his features. “No.”
”Kageyama.” It was Iwaizumi who spoke up this time and he feels the rough hand of the ace wrap around his forearm, tugging him back and away from Atsumu.
“He said no, man.” Atsumu grabs onto his other arm to tug him back over to his side, barely hesitating in his movement even when Iwaizumi’s glare turned to look at him.
“Who are you?” Kageyama hears the disgusted tone that was usually directed towards himself come from Oikawa as harsh doe eyes turn to regard the setter.
“Miya Atsumu,” he states it confidently, his lips tugged up into his signature smile. “Now if you don’t mind, Goody Two-Shoes here owes me a dance.” He tugs on Kageyama’s arm again, but Iwaizumi’s hold had never left.
”Will you stop being such a fucking brat and come with us?” Iwaizumi looms over Kageyama, spitting out the words angrily and his shoulders squared back like he was ready to jump at Atsumu at any second.
”No, you’re fucking despica-“ His words are cut off as Oikawa grabs onto his arm as well and yanks, effectively tugging his junior away from Miya who immediately steps up to grab at Kageyama again, but Iwaizumi is quick to stand between the blonde setter and his boyfriend, cutting his path to Tobio off as he puffs out his chest at the taller man, though Atsumu not nearly as buff as he was.
”We’ll just be stealing Tobio-chan. Thanks for understanding, Atsumu-chan!” Oikawa sneers in his false, cheerful tone as he guides away the ravenette with an arm tightly wrapped around his shoulders. Kageyama spots the blonde that had been dancing with his senpais walking away from the dance floors with shaking shoulders. He’s almost disgusted with himself when he feels satisfied with seeing the light-haired boy upset and alone while his senpais were by his side again. I won Kageyama can’t help but think coyly.
He’s yanked harshly out of his thoughts when he’s slammed into the door once all three of them entered the washrooms, a tight hand wrapped around his neck. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it was enough to grab his attention as Oikawa leans into his face and spits out angry words.
“You wanted our attention that bad, you fucking slut?”