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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Kuramochi_Youichi/Sawamura_Eijun
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Betting, video_games_-_Freeform, Anal_Fingering, Kissing,
      Biting, Slight_Breath_Play, mentions_of_bleeding, Rough_Sex, First_Time,
      Basically_sawamura_is_an_idiot_who_agrees_to_a_bet_and_cheats_yeah, after
      writing_this_I_think_I'll_go_to_church, yeah_I_slept_two_hours_last_night
      it's_time_to_sleep, longest_story_yet_too
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-12 Words: 4102
****** A bet ******
by CaffeineNCupcakes
Summary
     Sawamura is an idiot. An idiot who seems to want to fuck his roommate
     Kuramochi.
     Very smutty
     (NOTE MY STORY MIYUKI STOP TEASING ME IS THE PREQUEL!!!!!!!!)
Notes
     Hey I wrote smut it's good to be back.
See the end of the work for more notes
“W-What do you mean.. ‘bet my intact innocence?!!” A very pissed off Sawamura
spoke in a shocked tone at his senpai who had just proposed the most ridiculous
thing the first year had ever heard in his life.
Kuramochi simply laughed, pulling him into a headlock, and his leg up slightly
by the inside of his thigh. He figured the pitcher was a virgin, and it turned
out he was correct.
“L-Let me go, Kuramochi-senpai!” Sawamura picked up a fight as he squirmed, and
god thank his flexibility or he would have snapped before Kuramochi let him go.
Once freed, the first year walked back to his senpai and sat down in front of
him. “So what was it you were saying about my apparent intact innocence?”
“You’re a virgin right, bakamura?”
“Th-That’s none of your--” Sawamura hushed himself, turning red and fiddling
with his hands, nodding meekly. His senpai, picked up both of his hands in his,
squeezing them and smirking as he stared into his face.
“Well then.. I propose a bet. I bet if I lose at the video game of your choice,
you’ll remain a virgin by me, but if you lose, I’ll be fucking you later.
Hyahahaha!!” The teen was obviously sexually frustrated and clearly intent on
winning. Sawamura nodded and grinned, not really caring about his innocence but
more of about not losing. He picked up a controller and passed Kuramochi one as
well. He turned on the game and pressed start.
-After some time-
“You totally cheated!”
“Not my fault you seemed to give up halfway through Baka! After dinner I’m
kicking masuko out for a bit!”
Sawamura turned beat red and stared down his senpai’s body and figured that
Kuramochi wasn’t too bad a guy to have as a first lay he’d guessed.
Which is exactly why about halfway through he gave up and was one step away
from dropping his controller. He started feeling a bit warm, like the room was
about 20 degrees hotter than usual. Probably because he’d be fucked by
Kuramochi in like 2 hours.
He on shaky legs got up to get ready for dinner, following his senpai to the
cafeteria, eating his 3 bowls of rice and stir fry quicker than usual and
heading straight to the baths. Once out he returned to his dorm where Kuramochi
was just ushering Masuko-senpai out of the dorm to go do some practice. He
mentioned something about being back in 1 hour. Sawamura’s skin shivered at the
thought of what he was about to do.
He walked to the bed where, after Kuramochi closed the door to the dorm he
kneeled before Sawamura, looking into his eyes staying calm.
“I just wanna make sure I didn’t force you into something you aren’t ready
for.” His eyes had surprising worry and he stared as it seemed, into Eijun’s
very soul.
The pitcher simply shook his head and pecked the shortstop on the lips to which
he made a face at, a vein popping as well.
“Whoa whoa whoa.. who said you’d be making the first move?” A smirk creeped
over his lips as he leaned over, crowding into Sawamura’s space, pushing him
farther on the bed. He moved his leg so that the first year couldn’t put his
legs together again, pinning his arms down. “Now the real fun begins.”
Kuramochi pressed his lips to the side of the pitcher’s jaw, he felt the boy
shiver underneath him. Okay, this was good. “Can I bite you?” Slipped from his
mouth without the shortstop completely realizing it before it was too late and
he reddened, pursing his lips together as he held himself up with his hand
pinning down his arm.
The pitcher turned red and found his thin PJ pants growing a little tight as he
shifted on his bed, watching Youichi above him. He wasn’t expecting this to be
so hot so quick, but since they had only an hour, he guessed that Kuramochi was
going to make the best of it, while also making sure that he was comfortable
and not in any pain.
“If we’re doing this, you call me Youichi, got it?” He leaned closer to Sawamu-
- Eijun, opening his mouth and lightly pressing his teeth into the novice
pitcher’s skin at the side of his neck. He could feel the vibrations of the
soft moan that Eijun let out as he licked at the mark he made that was quickly
turning red.
“Y-Youichi..” Eijun moaned out of his mouth, his lips parting as he tilted his
head so that he could reach more of his neck. Apparently the older boy didn’t
plan on giving Sawamura what he desired as he stopped biting him, only leaving
one mark. He slipped his hands under his T-shirt, pushing it up to expose his
well build body. If Eijun’s face got any redder, he’d be part tomato.
He moved his hands towards the pitcher’s nipples, flicking them, eliciting a
moan from Sawamura. The moan only urged him on. He had his head bowed so his
hair was tickling the younger’s cheek. As his skin was extremely hypersensitive
by this point, even the hair moving against his skin sent off electric sparks.
The scent of the male was intoxicating. He was starting to squirm on the bed
due to his Pajama pants getting uncomfortably tight “Y…” He trailed off as he
felt them being removed, slid down his legs, sitting at his ankles. He felt
unfairly exposed, until he felt the familiar hair tickling again but this time
in between his legs. He nervously looked down at what Youichi was going to do.
The elder figured that Sawamura was tough enough to endure this as he opened
his mouth and clamped his teeth into the muscular flesh of Eijun’s thighs while
also spreading his legs a bit wider. He sunk his teeth in mostly, leaving an
angry purple mark. He looked at the mark satisfied and it was then he noticed
Sawamura’s erection. “Got hard just off that? Hmm… what else gets you?” He was
avoiding kissing him for the time being but he ran one finger over the erection
through his boxers, quite enjoying the way the wannabe ace squirmed and grabbed
at the sheets.
“Haaah… you do react well…” At that moment as he trailed off, forgetting what
he was going to say, he crashed their lips together while cupping his erection
with one hand, not actually moving his hand just to tease him. “Mmmpff...you
tease…” Was mumbled from Eijun’s lips in between rough kisses. He felt his
lower lip being bitten, letting out a louder and less muffled lewder moan from
that.
Youichi found out then and there just how much mental restraint one human being
(Or for better example, himself) can have. It took every ounce of self control
he had to not rip off the boy’s boxers and start sucking him off. He’d only
been at it 5 minutes. He was going to pace himself. He did wanna hear more of
those moans, especially since when he moaned Sawamura had a tendency to squeak,
or his voice raised about 6 octaves. He wasn’t gonna lie, that was extremely
arousing and his dick was starting to hurt from how hard it was.
Kuramochi kept a hand on the younger's thigh. He wrapped it around the inner
part, dangerously close to his dick. The boy beneath him gave a twich at this,
his entire body getting into it. He let out another delicious moan, this time
tilting his head back. The brunette gasped slightly letting out a syllable or
two of Youichi's given name. "It's getting painful isn't it? Hyahaha..." He
gave a teasing snicker, probably teasing the poor boy beyond belief. Not that
he cared since at his first time he was teased until he cried. Damn Miyuki the
teasing bastard.
Kuramochi reached down to gently remove Sawamura's shirt, pulling it over his
head. He saw that both of his nipples were hard as rocks and we're standing to
attention in the cool dorm. Experimentally flicking his tongue across one, he
remembered how Sawamura said he liked biting. Making sure he was pinching the
other in his fingers, a little to harshly to be fully honest, not that it
mattered since the sound that came out of the pitcher's mouth was amazing
anyhow. He flicked his tongue out the hard nub, biting softly on it and taking
in the scream from the first year pitcher. If he didn't shut up he'd wake the
dead.
Sawamura had goosebumps by this time on his arms as his body broke out in a
cold sweat. This was obviously very arousing for him. Youichi bit a little
harder before licking his tongue completely over Eijun's nipple, covering the
small nub with his hot tongue.
Once he'd given him a moment to breathe he reached up, tugging at the
shortstop's shirt. Well damn he was needy. Mochi reached up to pull off his
shirt, smirking as he slid a hand down his abs. He could see the first year's
toes curling and even feel it against his thighs. This was starting to exhaust
him. Holding back that is. He wanted to just get inside him already but clearly
that wasn't happening. He watched with great interest as ribs on his chest
moved up and down in a steady pant.
He looked up, watching the second year with great interest, his body heating up
even more and feeling harder. He saw that there was a wet spot forming around
the tip of Youichi's member in his boxer shorts. Meanwhile, his cock was
starting to ache from being held back this much. All thoughts were interrupted
from a set of teeth clamping around his other thigh. Hard. The sounds he made
with every breath as he felt the teeth holding on, his nose breathing harshly
against his thigh. He felt his hard-on pressed against his leg, grinding on
him. Eijun felt Mochi's teeth dig in a bit more and let out a surprised loud
groan at the impact. This felt painful but amazing. His groan turned into a
screech and his body started feeling like it was on fire. He still couldn't
move much from being pinned down but didn't mind.
Kuramochi suddenly got up, his shorts tenting from his erection as he shoved
some clothes off the dresser, reaching into the drawer forcefully, rummaging
around for something. He pulled out a small bottle of lube, his trademark smirk
plastered over his face. Once he was back with the lube he threw it by
Sawamura's head. He looked at it with interest before turning his attention
back to his roommate -- who was currently pulling off his boxers. As he lifted
each of his legs to get the offending garment off, he threw it somewhere in the
room. The pitcher felt completely exposed. He grabbed at a pillow to cover
himself up, but before he could he let out a loud squeak at a hand wrapped
around his length. He then felt chapped lips pressing against the tip, making
him squeal with pleasure.
Kuramochi decided it was a good idea to not bite his dick just yet. He placed
the flat of his tongue against the tip. He felt his dick heavy on his tongue,
and the precum tasted sweet. He flicked his tongue over his slit, licking off
the precum as he pulled back the foreskin so that he could get more of it,
enjoying the almost continuous sounds coming from the first year. For nice he
wasn't shouting. Sure he was loud but this was a good type of loud. Plus his
squirming was just turning Mochi on more.
"Cl-Cl....." So Bakamura was close. Hah. Too bad for him. The elder took his
mouth off of Sawamura's cock, leaving the tormented organ alone for now. "S-
Senpai...wh..." He sounded absolutely exhausted just from those words. Youichi
almost took pity on him and sucked him off. Almost. He liked his suffering.
Thinking for a bit of what to do he smirked and had an evil idea.
He opened his mouth to bite on the first year's collarbones, enjoying the jump
of surprise and the loud scream that came from him. "Arrgh..." He growled in
the middle of his moan. This is the most turned on he's ever been. And for a
change he was the top which was nice. Okay, he really had to get going with
this.
"Okay, Eijun I'm going to start to stretch you. This might hurt a bit okay?"
"N-Nothing I can't...handle...Youichi senpai."
His shaky breaths and the fact he used his first name and an honorific was too
much. Sighing to himself as he tried to regain control of himself he opened the
small bottle, squeezing some on his fingers as he pressed one to the puckered
entrance, circling it before pressing inside. He was tight and clearly in pain
as his face squeezed, his facial expression showing pain as he whimpered.
Youichi felt bad for him but it was only a fact of life. The first time always
hurt. He leaned down, watching the tears coming from his eyes as he licked them
up softly, pressing his lips to his neck, trying to take his mind off the pain
as he pushed in to his knuckle. He sucked a small mark on the side of his neck
seeing his face loosen a bit and feel him relax.
"I need you to try and relax for me okay?" He said this with the most steady
speech he could gather at the moment. He was just so tight and so hot it was
hard for him to handle this completely. He spread his legs almost as wide as
they would go, which considering the moron's crazy almost inhuman flexibility
was pretty damn far. He used his knee to hold his leg in place and placed his
hand on the other. He was shaking and crying a little but it would be okay
eventually he hoped.
The pain was a stinging aching pain that felt really weird. Nothing about this
was arousing but once he felt the finger get thruster in and out a few times he
wondered if he would make it feel better. Although he teased him a lot he
trusted him. He pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his slightly softened cock.
At least the pressure was gone for the most part. He watched with glossed over
eyes at his finger disappearing inside of him. For the longest time he had been
waiting to do this but never would he have thought he would have actually done
it. He huffed, checking over the obviously in pain underclassman.
"S-Senpai! I-It hurts!" He cried out in vain as it obviously did hurt, though
he didn't have to be so frank about it. He closed his eyes trying not to focus
on sawamura being in pain as he gently eased in his ring finger next to his
middle finger, nibbling softly on Sawamura's ear as he did so. The crying
bottom finally stopped crying and looked up, smiling before letting out a harsh
choked out cracked screech. That was enough for him to get a hand clapped over
his throat. As the air was restricted from him, he felt Sawamura's hips jut up,
his cock leaking white cum. Oh, so the idiot had a breath kink. He let him
breathe quickly licking his tip of the cum, noticing how he was even after
cumming not even a minute after beginning to get hard again. Little shit.
Now that he was relaxed around his fingers he could search for that spot. He
searched around, finally finding the spongy bundle of nerves. He pressed
against it noticing how Eijun squealed again. Finally, he pressed his hand over
his mouth to shut him up as he didn't need Tetsu or Ryo-San walking in on this.
That got him thinking of what he'd do if they did walk in on this but tried to
ignore it for the time being. He scissored his fingers, eventually adding in a
third. The moron bit his hand, making muffled crying noises into it. Although
he wanted to go all the way, if need be he would slow down, or stop all
together.
He reached over to where his shorts were discarded, pulling out a condom as he
retracted his fingers. A sob of relief was forced from Eijun's throat. Okay
this part would be really harsh for him but he figured he could take it. He
eased himself from his boxers, taking more lube on his hand and wanking himself
a few times to make his cock more hard so it would work for the condom. When he
looked over to see the idiot's face, he could have laughed at how it looked if
not for the intense pressure on his cock at the moment. His eyes were bugging
out of his head even though they were nearly all pupil, and his mouth hung mid
sob halfway open. He was staring at his dick.
"H-How will that....fit?" His high choked out voice spoke quietly at him as he
started to roll on the condom. He pinched the end of it to make breathing room.
He grabbed both of the first year's ass cheeks, spreading them to make this the
least painful he could. He moved his hand to his cock, guiding it to the
entrance and looked up at Sawamura, meeting his eyes.
"I'm going to go in slowly. Slowly okay?" He nodded and rolled his hips gently
into the hot welcoming entrance. The face that he made was almost comical
though he was in pain. He stayed where he was. Just his tip being squeezed by
this hot entrance. Honestly he thought that the pressure would swallow his dick
whole. But it just felt so good. His amount of self control of not just
thrusting into the entrance was almost ridiculous at this point. His dick was
an angry shade of red, his hands wrapping around his back to scratch at the
skin, probably leaving scarlet scratches.
He didn't want to be mean but he had to get moving before he came just from the
pressure, plus the first year pitcher had came already. He didn't know how long
he could keep this up so he decided on doing what was best for the both of
them. He gave a wild thrust while clamping his hand on Sawamura's mouth to try
to muffle the rediculous screech that just emitted from him. He bit his lip,
this felt amazing. He leaned down to scrape his teeth against his clavicle,
moving his mouth to lightly teasingly scrape his teeth over his nipple. This of
course made Eijun moan his name. (Of course it was muffled from his hand but
all the true.)
The feeling of the tip was painful enough to emit a choked back sob from him.
He had no idea how much this hurt and yet he wanted more. It was like an
addiction, an intoxication. He wanted Youichi to hurry it up already and just
start fucking him wildly. He grabbed at his back scraping his nails down it
while also using his other hand to grab at the sheets, squirming wildly. Then a
lightning bolt of pleasure washed over him, his entire body's nerves were on
fire. This boy was driving him crazy. He gulped down a moan as the pain settled
in but he wanted more and more and more.
Kuramochi gritted his teeth against the impending pleasure over him, moving his
hips forward, thrusting once more to get himself situated once again, watching
the pitcher's facial reactions. He must've hit something he liked because he
leaned up against the thrust and clamped his teeth down on his shoulder. Okay
first of all ow, second of all how did he sit up. Well whatever. He moved his
hips leaning down to bite his nipple between thrusts and getting him to let go
of his shoulder.
Now that he was completely inside him his mind was clouded with pleasure and
whenever he tried to think of something to say, he'd forget it within a few
milliseconds. This probably wasn't good. He grunted in between breaths as he
finally got some sort of wording out. "C...move?" He asked and panted, his
breathing heavy, body sweaty.
The pitcher clearly didn't trust his words either because he nodded, his body
glistening in the low lights of the room from all the sweat and pure body power
he was clearly giving into this. He let out a low moan as the senpai moved out
slowly, then moving back in at a quicker pace. He kept this up for around 2
minutes before Eijun started moving to meet his thrusts. Youichi gripped his
hips, holding him down, also prohibiting him from moving. The groan of want.
Want to release.
Mochi let out a shrill laugh as he prohibited Eijun from releasing. He wrapped
one hand around the base of his shaft, preventing release. At the same time he
thrusted inside quickly, and noting from the pitcher's face -- His mouth open
in an 'o' form moaning out his given name in between panted breaths. "Y-
Y....ah...Y..." -- he was probably pressing against his prostate. So he stopped
all movement, staying there pressed against his prostrate as he leaned over,
flicking his tongue around his collarbones and neck. He tasted salt on the skin
of dried sweat and also the sweat pooling in his clavicle. He tilted his head,
biting into the side of his neck. Harshly. So harsh however that he tasted
copper on his tongue. He immediately licked at the spot he bit, licking up the
blood, sucking at it making sure the bleeding stopped.
"G....Gomen!" He apologized quickly before moving all the way out and slamming
his hips back inside the pitcher in a feat of agonizing fury of wanting to
come. He let go of his cock for a second and heard him scream something not
understandable, probably not even human. He felt something warm against his
face and realized he'd come a second time. Groaning in defeat he pulled out,
looking at the tired boy.
"Ride me, Bakamura!" He shouted as he lifted him up, helping and maneuvering
him to his cock. "You smell so fucking good right now, you know this?" He
watched him take his cock slowly and finally seating himself, leaning down to
clamp his teeth harshly on Mochi's neck, his teeth hanging on as the pitcher
did all the work with his hips himself. As the second year was not content with
just sitting there he met his thrusts probably hitting his prostate most of the
time.
Eijun felt his body in post climax being extremely sensitive, everything
hurting but the pain was nice, it was what he craved for the time being. This
was why he practiced extra hard. It was for the burn of his muscles after a
run, the pain. He felt alive as he bit his lip, letting out almost continuous
moans and squeals.
Kuramochi was close himself as he felt his release coming, he began to slowly
lose himself inside the tight teenager. He cried out, digging his nails into
Sawamura's chest, dragging them over his nipples, to his stomach leaving angry
red marks as he came inside him. At first the first year looked afraid, but as
his dick hadn't gotten the chance to get hard again, he was fine with just
this. He fell backwards, flopping over the bed, the flaccid cock of the
shortstop falling out of him sitting across his lap, both sweaty boys panted
for breath, their breathing uneven and shallow. He leaned over to press a soft
kiss to the already asleep pitcher's lips. "I think I might love you, moron."
-------
Masuko finished his practice and stood outside the door of his dorm, but then
he heard a bang against the wall and some groaning noises. He made a noise and
his stomach growled. Decidedly he wasn't going to sleep there tonight.
Miyuki came up behind him, tilting his head. "What's going --" Miyuki had heard
the noise too it seemed and his face blanched as he recognized the voices.
"You can sleep with me."
Masuko had to sleep in Miyuki's dorm four more times in just that one week and
Sawamura couldn't run because for some reason he was always tired and walked
funny sometimes.
End Notes
     Always need more kurasawa. Also if you have any requests leave them
     on this story. (Or on my twitter: @inamotomasaaki)
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