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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:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Takigawa_Chris_Yuu
  Character:
      Miyuki_Kazuya, Takigawa_Chris_Yuu
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Anal_Fingering, Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      well_idk_if_i_want_to_add_plot_yet, just_might_be_little_plot, Friends
      With_Benefits, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Just_a_little
      angst, slight_angst, Oral_Sex, Shameless_Smut, Bottom_Miyuki_Kazuya, Desk
      Sex, Casual_Sex, Wall_Sex, Face-Fucking, Deepthroating, kuramochi_loves
      to_find_out_secrets, and_sawamura_cries, Semi-Public_Sex, litereally_just
      a_bunch_of_smut_each_chapter, idk_what_to_say_about_that
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-10 Completed: 2016-08-12 Chapters: 17/17 Words: 54427
****** Catcher's Best Friend ******
by InfiniteTeal
Summary
     The only person Miyuki would ever spread his legs for is Chris.
Notes
     My attempt at writing a multi chapter chrismiyu smut fanfic with as
     little plot as possible. Starts off with Miyuki as a first year and
     Chris as a second year, and will progress from there.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Miyuki stayed in Chris' room for the evening. As a first year, he didn't think
he had a lot to do. Though he would stay around with Chris to learn more and
gain experiences he wouldn't get with anyone else. Miyuki found himself in
Chris' room more days than not. It hasn't been more than four months but he was
always in Chris' room, he practically lived there as well.
Though, he was only there when Chris' roommates weren't.
Between them, there was more that was happening than they would let on to other
people.
It wasn't till Miyuki's first year that he really started getting feelings for
Chris. Before it was intense admiration. But one day, something inside Miyuki
snapped and now there was more he was thinking about. He looked up to Chris
more than anyone else. Add the feelings he caught for him, and the result
becomes much more drastic. Miyuki would always pretend like it's not that
serious but in the end, it's Chris that points out that it's more serious than
he thinks. Maybe not like relationship type serious but Miyuki was definitely
getting there with his feelings.
It was mutual with Chris as well.
The not so innocent kouhai follows him around, asking for so much, looking up
to him with starry eyes and with so much affection that it's suffocating. In a
good way.
Just like a few days before, Miyuki stayed in Chris' room since he had nowhere
to be at the moment. Chris had Miyuki's stat book laying on the bed and he read
through all the extra notes that were written on the side. There was more
detail than Miyuki had before and it was helpful; it wasn't till Chris told
Miyuki to add more detail that he started doing it. Chris flipped to the next
page, hardly paying attention to Miyuki who was, well...begging for attention.
Sometimes things got like this.
Miyuki laid on Chris' bed as well but he was currently doing other things than
talking about what was in his stats notebook. His focus was elsewhere and in
his mind, he just wanted Chris to glance at him once and help with the sudden
frustration that came over him.
It was recently that they've taken the title friends with benefits.
Miyuki always craved for attention and Chris didn't want him to be dependent on
him so much for satisfaction.
This evening would be the same as the past week.
Miyuki struggled to masturbate on his own. Ever since Chris has been touching
him, everything else is useless. Chris figured that he might as well get Miyuki
to do things on his own since he won't always be there to help him. Miyuki's
begging moans and frustrated whimpers didn't bother Chris. He looked down at
the stats book, having more concentration and restraint than Miyuki had at the
moment.
Chris hasn't shown him any attention for the past ten minutes.
That bothered Miyuki.
He did everything he could to try and get himself to cum. He fingered himself,
he had his hand around his cock to stroke him, but it wasn't working. It was
like he was still at the edge but could never reach over. He asked Chris for
help but he wasn't going to get that.
As his fingers rubbed deeper, his legs twitched and began to close as he turned
over in bed. Chris didn't hesitate to move his hand over Miyuki's thighs, a
warning gesture that made Miyuki keep his legs spread.
"Don't close them." Chris said plainly, still having his focus on the notebook.
"What's the point if you aren't looking?" Miyuki asked. He hoped that he would
see Chris glance up but that didn't happen either.
"You don't need me to always relieve you."
"It's better when you do it." Miyuki whined miserably as his legs closed again.
Chris rubbed his hand down on his thigh and Miyuki opened his legs again to
expose himself.
The only thing he had on was his shirt and blue socks from his uniform. If
Chris did look up, he would have an up close view of what Miyuki looked like.
Then again, he has seen what Miyuki looked like without clothes on. So, he
wasn't that worried. Miyuki didn't think Chris would be so resistant. It was
hard enough doing this on his own, but in front of Chris just made it worse,
especially when he wasn't doing anything to help.
Miyuki's fingers pushed harder and rubbed faster. He wanted to rush and get
this over with, but the more he did that, the worse the feeling got. It was
never going to go away, especially with the way that he was handling himself.
He wasn't going to last with constantly feeling like he's on edge. It drove him
insane and it was about to make him give up. He could walk around with a hard
one, that's what he told himself.
Chris wasn't going to let him leave however.
If Miyuki doesn't finish, Chris won't touch him the next day either.
Masturbating was definitely harder for Miyuki to do by himself. If only Chris
hadn't touched him that first day, now he wouldn't be so dependent.
He had to remember not to close his legs while he rubbed his fingers in him
quickly. He turned his head on the pillow, closing his eyes and taking a deep
breath. His other hand stroked his cock quickly, desperately trying to cum but
not getting close enough yet. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, mashing
his brunette hair to his hot skin.
He moaned weakly, still begging for some kind of help from Chris. Anything
would be great.
"You don't have to force it." Chris said.
"I'm...not." Miyuki groaned as he moved his fingers.
He thought he wasn't. He swore he wasn't. He liked it faster, that's what he
told himself. He liked it when he could barely breathe or how he was swallowed
in intense heat.
Chris didn't think that's what he needed.
Chris closed the notebook and moved it aside so he could scoot closer between
Miyuki's legs. Miyuki only let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he thought, it's
about damn time. Chris' fingers wrapped around Miyuki's wrists, and he lifted
his hand slowly so Miyuki would calm down. Chris got him to pull his fingers
out and he replaced them with his own instead.
Miyuki sunk more in Chris' bed. He breathed heavily from pushing himself too
hard before. Chris noticed Miyuki's thighs shaking from the intensity. It was
honestly about to get worse and Chris really wasn't going to do much.
He knew where to touch Miyuki and how to do it. He knew where Miyuki liked it,
where he didn't like it, and how he liked it. This was why Miyuki needed him so
badly.
Chris moved his hand steadily, not rushing or moving too quickly. All he needed
was two fingers to make Miyuki curl up in bed. His fingers moved slowly but
with precision since he knew where he needed to go. Miyuki stared up, trying to
adjust to the feeling of Chris' fingers. Again. His hips were shifting while
Chris took his time; Miyuki could never understand what the deal was with Chris
going so slow, there wasn't a reason for it either.
But it took less than five seconds for Chris to find that right spot that made
Miyuki tense up. After that, Chris never shows mercy on him.
Chris had to keep Miyuki's legs spread. His other hand pressed down on his
shaking skin, his fingers gripping tight to hold him down. Miyuki's body was
fighting the little restraint but Chris was much stronger than he looked. His
fingers remained slow but he rubbed with more force, pushing up into Miyuki he
enjoyed it most.
"D-don't...stop." Miyuki heaved, breathless again as his hands dropped to the
bed, grabbing at the sheets.
Chris was never mean enough to leave Miyuki without feeling better. He thought
about it but he would never be that cruel. And Miyuki was begging for it, so
how could he deny that? As long as Miyuki kept his legs spread, Chris would do
anything he could for him. Miyuki continued to struggle with keeping his legs
down. His knees bent, his feet dug into the beg, his thighs quivered. It was
just hard to stay still. Chris didn't do anything else except rub on that one
spot that made Miyuki see stars; even with his glasses, his vision blurred.
Miyuki's small breath escaped him again as he opened his mouth wider, his lips
forming the shape of an O. His eyes shut tight and he found himself sinking
into the deep darkness under his eye lids. The shock was enough to get him to
cum. But not yet. He was holding on to that feeling until he really couldn't
handle it, until he thought he would just pass out. It just felt so damn good
that he was not going to it disappear the second he came.
He moaned, louder than he usually does, and it made Chris smile. He couldn't
help but feel proud that he got Miyuki to lose his cool so quickly. He's not
usually this expressive when he's getting fingered, but it just took four
experiences to get Miyuki so used to it that he could let everything out. Chris
continued to smile as he looked at Miyuki's shaking body. And his eyes trailed
up to Miyuki's face, his bright red face as he bit down on hard on his lip. His
moans were still so loud, and Chris had no doubt that someone could hear Miyuki
from wherever they were, but it was nice to listen to regardless.
That wave of pleasure hit Miyuki hard. He was just about to lift himself up but
his body was no longer under his control. His back arched and his head dug back
into the pillow. His fingers were grabbing so hard on to the sheets that he
could leave holes. Chris never stopped fingering him, and what's worse was that
he actually did pick up the pace. Miyuki swore his eyes were open but he
couldn't see. And his body, well he just thought his soul rose out of it.
Chris moved up on his knees and pushed his other hand down on Miyuki's shoulder
to keep him from moving too much while he came. He also wanted to see Miyuki's
face up close, that face he makes when he cums. This is the fifth time he's
seen it, and it's more intense than the last. Chris was waiting to slow his
fingers down but he got the cruel thought of continuing even when Miyuki
finished.
Would it be wrong if he tortured Miyuki a bit?
Chris didn't think so.
But he didn't do it. He saw the look on Miyuki's face and decided that he
should wait a few more days before seeing that intense face again.
Out of both of them, Chris had more restraint.
Miyuki would show up again tomorrow to have the same experience he had today
because he really does like it.
Even now, the only thing he could think about was going through that feeling
again. That was the only thought that was repeated in his mind.
He didn't like when Chris pulled his fingers out of him. He didn't like feeling
empty. His body, however, really would not be able to withstand going through
something like that again. For now, it was better that Chris left him alone.
Miyuki really needed more time to breathe than another round of being
completely being lightheaded again.
He stared up, confused and unaware. His vision cleared after a few seconds and
he was laying in bed, shaking and twitching from the experience. He couldn't
just lay his legs down on the bed, it didn't feel right. He let his gaze meet
Chris' and for a slight second, he thought he was going through everything all
over again. It didn't help that Chris was smiling down at him.
"You're crying." Chris said.
Miyuki wasn't shocked. He knew Chris was watching so it's obvious he saw what
happened to him. Plus it was obviously Chris' fault that Miyuki had to blink
back the tears that formed in his eyes. They fell over despite his best
efforts. All he could do was look away and try to not get embarrassed but that
didn't work either.
"By the way, you wrote a lot more in your notebook than I thought you would-"
"Oh my God." Miyuki groaned, already frustrated again. "Chris-senpai, please do
not casually change the subject to something else." he said as if he really had
to teach him that.
It's not the first time.
"And I hate when you take your slow time-"
"Didn't seem like that." Chris had to add in. He had a small smile on his face
but Miyuki took it as if Chris had to absolutely let Miyuki know that he did in
fact like it when he took his slow time. Chris wasn't terribly mean so he
wasn't going to rub it in Miyuki's face. "Next time, I'll go at your pace." he
assured Miyuki.
"Tomorrow?"
"Maybe next week."
Miyuki rolled his eyes and pushed his hair back out of his face. He had to
admit that he didn't want to wait, but the second a word of impatience comes
out of his mouth, Chris might make it two weeks before Miyuki could get any
action again. It's not like Miyuki could even wait a week to touch himself
again, and they both knew that he was now losing his touch when it came to
masturbating. It was going to be a long while before Miyuki learned restraint.
It would also be a while before he learned to masturbate on his own again.
Chris was going to take responsibility for it. He didn't mind.
They were friend's with benefits after all. He was getting enough of the
benefits, just as much as Miyuki was.
The only person Miyuki would ever spread his legs for was Chris.
That's about it.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki always gets what he wants. It's hard to fight against him when
     he's begging for Chris to be rougher with him, after all he believes
     he can take it.
Chapter Notes
     Ah yes, pure smut for no reason at all. Enjoy this gift I give to
     you. Kudos and comments are always appreciated.
Miyuki stomped his way into Chris' room, angrily throwing his bag on the
ground, and he closed the door harshly as he slid against the wall and onto the
ground. He was pouting hard, incredibly hard. It's not like he was having a
good day.
And it was Chris' fault.
Miyuki wouldn't act this way around anyone else except for Chris. It's not like
he cared about what others thought about him. Then there was Chris. The only
person that could change his mood with just a word or expression.
Unfortunately, Miyuki was not in a good mood. He clearly didn't get what he
wanted earlier in the day and he would pout in Chris' room until he got it. He
would sit there even when Chris' roommates got back, it didn't matter.
Chris paid no mind to Miyuki's silent tantrum. It had been going on for the
second half of practice but Chris knew how to handle it now. Just ignore it.
Miyuki will come around sometime, even if it took days. Chris could handle the
silent treatments; no one could ever be mean to him when he was smiling. That
works on Miyuki as well.
"Are you going to sit here all night?" Chris asked but he was more concerned
about the homework on his desk.
"No," Miyuki lied without feeling bad about it.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the bunk beds in the room.
Chris didn't even budge to soften Miyuki up for the night. It was like for a
brief second, Chris forgot Miyuki was even around. Then again, deep down, Chris
couldn't really ignore Miyuki, he was just ignoring the behavior. He read the
different math problems on his homework papers while Miyuki sighed over and
over again, desperately wanting attention from Chris. Miyuki would definitely
sit there all night. He planned to find a way into Chris' head just so he could
get what he wanted.
In the meantime however, he was going to take care of what was really bothering
him. The idea just hit him. If Chris wasn't going to do anything, then what's
stopping him from doing anything by himself?
Miyuki fumbled with his clothes. There was the sound of metal as he yanked his
belt off. Chris pretended not to notice that Miyuki was actually trying to get
his clothes off in his room when he doesn't know when or if anyone was coming
back. Chris wasn't scared as much as he should be. It won't take long for
Miyuki to give up.
"Don't force it." Chris gave a little advice.
Miyuki didn't know how not to. It was bothersome at this point but he was going
to try and not force it.
Chris barely gave anymore attention after giving his advice. Like usual, his
focus was elsewhere since Miyuki wanted to get horny at the most inconvenient
time. Chris had homework to do, and Miyuki had to learn to do things on his own
again; Chris could tune out Miyuki's voice when he wasn't so loud, but there
was a thin line Miyuki would always cross to get his way.
Unfortunately, Chris does have his weak spots and it's not easy to resist when
Miyuki is actually begging for it.
"You're being rough with yourself." Chris said just from listening to the sound
of Miyuki's voice.
He was never going to understand what the reason was behind wanting to
completely go insane. Miyuki always rushed it, he always needed to be fast with
it, he always wants to feel like he can't handle it. Chris wasn't going to
understand how Miyuki could tolerate that.
"Why don't you come change that?" Miyuki asked, his lips curving to a small
smile as he took a heavy breath.
"I promised you I would go at your pace, didn't I?" Chris was smiling, too.
There was an approving moan that came from Miyuki's lips. His voice got louder
as he dug his fingers deeper inside himself. He was being patient, waiting for
Chris to get up and come over to him to help. But if he didn't, that wouldn't
be a problem. Miyuki would moan as loud as he could until it drove Chris crazy.
It would definitely drive Chris crazy.
The thought of Chris actually doing something today made Miyuki tense up even
more. His fingers moved harder and he stroked himself faster. He thought about
cumming to the rhythm of Chris' fingers yet again because that was the only
thing he's been craving for a week. It's harder to have restraint than it
looks. Miyuki bit his lip as he fingered himself; it wasn't enough, it won't be
enough for today.
He needed Chris. He desperately needed Chris.
"Chris-senpai..." Miyuki moaned weakly and leaned his head back on the wall. He
licked his lips before opening them wider to moan out loud again.
Chris had to admit that his moans were hard to ignore.
"P-please." Miyuki was begging. "Just fuck me, please." It hasn't gotten so
serious that he begs for it with words.
Chris couldn't ignore a cry for help. And it was coming from Miyuki. He wasn't
going to let that request slip by him.
Chris got up from his chair and turned to see Miyuki sitting on the floor with
his pants down his thighs and his hands between his legs. His visor couldn't
hide the desperate look in his eyes. He was begging for it, truly begging for
it. If his moans didn't give that away, his expression certainly did. Chris
sighed quietly at Miyuki's desperation; usually it doesn't take that much
effort to teach Miyuki anything but masturbation was in it's own category.
Though, Chris had to admit that there was one thing that made Miyuki struggle.
The young prodigy wasn't good at everything. Chris had to hide back his soft
smile as he sat on the floor in front of Miyuki.
Just one glance at his face and Chris knew that Miyuki was trying too hard yet
again. He was focusing too much on what he should be feeling like and what he
should be doing when he should just let his body do it on it's own. Did Miyuki
need to have control so bad that he would even restrict himself when
masturbating? Chris has been trying to fix that but has been unsuccessful.
He yanked at Miyuki's pants gently, pulling it to his ankles and getting them
off him. He took off Miyuki's cleats and his pants, tossing all of that aside
so he could move between Miyuki's legs. Miyuki was hesitant to spread his legs
with Chris watching but they've been through this much more than they can
count.
As long as Miyuki keeps his legs spread open, Chris would do whatever Miyuki
wanted.
Miyuki moved his hands so Chris could take over with his. Like always, Chris
was taking his sweet time and Miyuki was impatient. He took a breath so he
could complain at his fullest but stopped when he felt Chris' fingers.
"Right here?" Chris asked, rubbing Miyuki at his favorite spot in the world.
His eyes flustered while his blurry vision persisted.
"Yeah." Miyuki said under his breath.
"Are you really sure you want me to go at your pace?" Chris was asking just as
a precaution.
Was it a good idea? Well, Miyuki has been waiting the entire day to get his
mind completely blown so he definitely thought it was a good idea. He also knew
Chris wouldn't hurt him. Even if Chris made it seem like he would could be
capable of a little torture, Miyuki was sure Chris was too caring and gentle to
go too far.
So what he went a little rough just once? Miyuki didn't care.
He was relieved that he was getting the help he needed because let's face it,
he needs the help.
Chris would have liked to be a little slower but it's just one day doing what
he isn't used to. But he was good at it regardless. Miyuki honestly loved it
when Chris fingered him, there was nothing better than that right at this
moment. He was so eager to be finger fucked that he couldn't sit still. Chris
couldn't ignore Miyuki's enthusiasm so he gave him what he wanted.
This was the first time his pace was not slow. Just like Miyuki would do, Chris
was thrusting his fingers inside him hard and fast. Miyuki bit his lip when he
felt the urge to moan louder than he knew he should. It didn't help that Chris
was watching too. Miyuki honestly wasn't the type to get embarrassed but Chris
definitely knew how to get him there.
"Chris-senpai." Miyuki moaned quietly under his heavy breath.
Chris was still worried that Miyuki was thinking too deep into wanting to feel
good. It shouldn't take so much effort. It shouldn't be difficult. Miyuki
always wants to rush it and that's why he has such a hard time.
"Don't think too much." Chris said as he slowed his fingers to let Miyuki take
a breath again. He thought Miyuki looked a little uncomfortable but that was
from thinking too hard about being fingered.
"I'm not." Miyuki wasn't very convincing.
Chris didn't believe it but he knew he just needed a little patience with
Miyuki. Today was a rough day for him. As much as Chris wanted slow down and
let Miyuki feel every touch and every movement, he knew how much Miyuki only
needed a quick moment of bliss to make him happy; after getting that, Miyuki
would leave until the next day when he craves for the same moment.
That was the problem.
But Chris was going to do it anyway.
"You're still thinking too much." Chris said as Miyuki tensed up. "Just relax."
It was easier said than done.
Miyuki was slightly resistant. How was he going to stop thinking about all of
this? He needed to know why he always needed Chris to get off. Sure it was the
hottest experience ever but there must be more than that.
He took deeper breaths as he leaned against the wall, planting his hand down on
the floor and doing his best to clear his head. His muscles did relax and his
legs spread wider to give Chris room to come closer. Now Chris could actually
work with him.
His fingers began thrusting harder again. This time, Miyuki just wanted to sink
lower into the floor and lift his legs up in the air. The only thing was that
he could control himself better now that he did relax. Although he tensed up
again, it was from feeling Chris' fingers inside him than being distracted by
every thought in his mind. The only thing he could think of now is how much he
just wanted to go further than just being fingered.
He deserved it, right?
He thought he deserved it. How long has Chris been doing this to him? It's been
long enough that Miyuki thought they should be doing more than this.
Miyuki was staring right at Chris, into his eyes that watched him back. He bit
the inside of his lip to keep his mouth tightly shut; his low moans only came
from the back of his throat. His intentions were not to embarrass himself in
front of his senpai, but he ended up falling victim to look on Chris' face.
Miyuki could never back down from a challenge, and it seemed like Chris was
going to make him scream out from the pleasure.
They kept eye contact, neither of their gazes wavering. Miyuki had to give it
more focus. It was enough to stare at the person he thought he was developing
feelings for, but doing it while he's being fingered by that same person put
extra pressure on him. It was like he was falling deeper into something he
shouldn't be in. Yet, he could take his eyes away from Chris'. He was so close,
and if he got any closer, Miyuki was sure that he could...
Just kiss me, dammit. Miyuki had new things to worry about.
Chris' fingers were rubbing hard in him. Although Miyuki's vision blurred, he
didn't look away from Chris; the dark spots and the stars weren't enough for
him to close his eyes. Chris enjoyed watching Miyuki's face grow red, it
doesn't happen often and this was the only time he could take pleasure in such
a nice view. Miyuki really wasn't embarrassed that Chris was staring so hard.
He liked it. He liked it so much that he began to give in to whatever feeling
Chris was trying to pass off to him. His mouth opened and he breathed out a
moan, his voice dragging as he finally broke the gaze. He didn't mean to but it
just happened.
"What do you feel?" Chris was curious since it seemed like Miyuki was having
the experience of a lifetime.
"Y-your fingers...obviously." Miyuki looked at Chris again through his half
open eyes. When he saw Chris' smile, he just knew he couldn't just let his
sarcastic comment hang out there. "Just keep going." he said through his teeth.
"Is it that intense?" Chris asked.
Miyuki was about to answer when he stopped, his voice getting caught in his
throat once he felt something that surged heat through his body. He was staring
at Chris because he knew whatever Chris was doing, he was doing it on purpose.
Yes, it was that intense.
For a second, Miyuki couldn't speak. His hands balled up against the floor and
he was lifting his hips into Chris' hand. He was having trouble again keeping
his legs spread open, now it just took more strength. Chris picked up the pace,
fingering Miyuki just like he really asked for. Now the only thing on Miyuki's
mind was how Chris' fingers were moving inside him, how they curled and opened
to spread him, how they rubbed on his favorite spot.
Chris always took great care of Miyuki.
It's no wonder Miyuki always came back for more.
Miyuki cursed under his breath as his body tensed again. Now he couldn't relax.
Chris watched Miyuki's face, seeing his eyes cloud before he closed them.
Miyuki chewed on his lip and breathed deeply through his nose; he could feel
the weight on his chest that made it hard for him to breath. His head swooned
and it caused him to lose focus again.
Before he knew it, he was grabbing hold of Chris' wrist, making him slow down
and move his fingers deeper; Miyuki's grip on him was tight and he wasn't
letting go. It wasn't till Chris' fingers were knuckles deep in him that he
found the bliss that he really needed. Miyuki's thighs began to shake harder
and he thought of closing his legs; it was a real struggle to keep them open.
Chris didn't draw his fingers away, he just watched as Miyuki lost himself to
the pleasure.
Finally, Miyuki did cum. It's just that he wasn't expecting it so soon.
His hips were moving, rocking to the heavy waves of heat and pleasure as he
tried to make it die down enough for him to control himself. He held his
shallow breath in his lungs but it was like he was drowning. And as he came, a
shiver went up his spine, his body rippled, and he closed his eyes to let
himself fall deeper to the intense feeling.
He looked down at the mess he made, the cum on the floor and on Chris' skin,
and laughed weakly. "Oops." Miyuki let out as he smiled. He didn't mean to cum
so early, especially when he was enjoying himself but it happened.
Chris couldn't help but laugh.
"What's with always wanting to be so rough?" Chris asked, genuinely curious
cause Miyuki is constantly asking for things to be rougher. More like begging.
"I like when I can't breathe." Miyuki responded.
"That's actually concerning and I should get you help."
Miyuki laughed although he knew that somewhere deep down Chris was truly
worried. Miyuki couldn't hide the fact that he did like it rougher. He loved it
when he felt like he was being overwhelmed with intense pleasure. He loved not
having control of his body and not being able to see no matter how hard he
tries. And like he said before, he likes it when he can't breathe. The weight
he feels on his body when he gets close, that's the feeling he wants to go
through. He could explain this to Chris, but he was sure he did it a couple
days ago, so he just laughed.
"Let's do this again." Miyuki was enthusiastic. He practically grabbed hold of
Chris and made sure he couldn't move away from him.
"I have homework-"
"Multitask." he had the solution. Chris came up with another excuse but Miyuki
beat him to it. "If your roommates come back, they can just watch. There's
nothing wrong with that." he said.
"You don't need my help anymore." Chris pulled himself away from Miyuki. "If
you want to go again, that's fine by me, but I won't lay a hand on you." he had
to be serious about that.
However, Miyuki knew he would cave soon enough.
"You can watch if you want to." Miyuki opened his legs and moved his hands
between them. He wasn't tired from the minute before. He had enough strength
that he could handle going on for hours. He smiled at Chris, almost flirting
and baiting him. "I don't mind." he said.
Eye contact was key.
If the teasing wasn't going to suck Chris in, it was definitely going to be the
way Miyuki looked at him that did. It's even harder to resist when Miyuki had
his legs opened to him, too. The only person Miyuki would ever spread his legs
for was Chris. And he enjoyed it.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki's first time giving a blowjob isn't that terrible.
Chapter Notes
     y'all won't even believe what kinds of references I've been using to
     write all this.
Today was more of a quiet day.
There wasn't much to do which made everyone crowd over to Miyuki's room. The
only person not there at the moment was Miyuki. It's not like anyone noticed or
cared. He had things to do or more like someone to do him. That didn't matter.
Miyuki stayed in Chris' room while everyone else was in his room. That gave
them the chance to have a lot of time together, at least for today. It was
quiet earlier. It was about to start raining and flashes of lightening went off
in the sky. What better weather than this? Miyuki was prepared to entertain
himself.
Well, he was prepared to entertain Chris if he had to.
The conversation they always had had to do with their relationship. Friends
with benefits means they both get benefits. Miyuki felt as though that was not
the case. And as much as Chris was fine with watching Miyuki struggle every
time they did something, Miyuki was adamant about doing something for him, not
that he's good in that area. When it comes to all the "benefits", Chris was the
one that knew more. Miyuki just had to learn while doing it.
It was no surprise when Miyuki made a suggestion to do something for Chris. And
Chris was terribly reluctant. If Miyuki could barely handle himself while
masturbating, then how was he going to make someone else feel good? That was
the largest question on Chris' mind, it was blaring and had flashing lights
because it was that serious. Miyuki planned to prove that he was more than
capable of being just as good to Chris as Chris is to him.
Well, he tried to prove that.
"You don't have to pretend like you've done this before." Chris told Miyuki,
being as sincere as he possibly could since he didn't want to suddenly get
Miyuki started about how much he's been able to do.
Miyuki was on his knees, between Chris' legs. He's been there for a while now.
It was much harder to please Chris, one of the hardest challenges Miyuki has
ever faced. But the thing was that he was having fun. He's been eager for this
chance the entire day and he wasn't going to let that slip by him. There was no
one who would show more appreciation for Chris than Miyuki. One of his hands
gripped Chris' thigh, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants and his
other hand disappeared between his own legs. Miyuki barely had his pants on but
his legs were spread as wide as he could spread them and he kept his fingers
moving deep inside him as he sucked Chris off.
Of course he was going to pretend like he's done this before. He was doing a
good job at pretending too. There was no way Chris could say he didn't like it.
Here and there, Miyuki would gag a little but that just fueled him to keep
going. Chris was more concerned that Miyuki would go too far and do things he
couldn't handle.
Miyuki claims he could handle everything.
Slowly, Miyuki opened his mouth and moved up to release Chris' cock that
pressed on his tongue just a second ago. There was a quiet moan that left his
lips as he fingered himself. It took him a while to understand that he didn't
need to rush it to feel good. However, it won't be long before he reverts to
his old habits.
He looked up at Chris, his lips curving into a slight smile as he stuck out his
tongue to lick up Chris' wet skin.
For someone who's doing this for the first time, he was doing pretty well.
The real thing was that Miyuki was enjoying it. The fact that he would look up
at Chris for confirmation if he was doing something right, or the way he smiled
after being able to hold his breath for so long, or how well he could take all
of Chris' cock in his mouth, was what gave away how much he enjoyed it. And
since Miyuki was enjoying himself, so was Chris. He couldn't resist how much
Miyuki wanted to do something nice.
Plus the flirting was a distraction.
Miyuki was definitely flirting with him and it was getting to the point where
even Chris was having a difficult time.
It was the first instance where Chris really wanted to assert his dominance. He
wanted to take over and pin Miyuki down on the bed so he couldn't move; he
would give it to Miyuki so hard that he won't be able to walk for a while.
Miyuki knew Chris was having a hard time, even if he won't admit it.
"Not gonna pull on my hair?" Miyuki asked, just curious.
"Should I?"
"Well you'll have to force me down at one point." Miyuki said.
Already he was waiting for that moment when Chris would grab on to chunks of
his hair and force him down so much that he couldn't breathe. Miyuki was
expecting it but with the look on Chris' face, he assumed that he might as well
forget about it.
Chris was too kind to choke Miyuki, even if he felt so good and wanted it so
bad.
"I don't need to force you down." Chris said, more out of consideration.
"I want you to-"
"Of course you do, Miyuki." Chris definitely knew.
Miyuki sighed to himself. He was going to have to rely on his own gut to get
him through this one. If Chris could guide him, it would be better but Chris
was trying to help Miyuki get the hang of taking care of himself by himself. It
was much harder than it should be.
Now Miyuki was staring at a throbbing cock in front of his face, and it would
actually be a long while before he got Chris to cum.
He didn't doubt himself.
He was sure he could do it.
His mouth opened wide so he could take in Chris' cock again. He reminded
himself to keep his jaw relaxed while he swallowed more of Chris' cock. As he
reached too far, he felt his body tense up, and his throat pulsed for the
slight second as if he was giving in to the gag he was desperately trying to
hold back. Saliva dripped from his widened mouth as he moved up again. His lips
closed again around Chris' wet skin as he moved down like before.
At least Miyuki was really trying. There were times where Chris had to do
everything he could to keep his hands down on his bed just because he didn't
know what he might do. His fingers were tensing against the sheets, aching to
hold on to something, to grab something, to pull something. He bit back the
urge to get too loud, and ask Miyuki to do something he couldn't. It was the
idea that Miyuki could do almost anything if he was asked to do it; Chris was
not going to ask. He kept his hands down to himself but they ached to do
something else. Miyuki had been asking for him to pull his hair, and Chris
didn't want to give in to forcing Miyuki around. He always says to not force it
so he can't just turn around and face fuck Miyuki.
Well he could, but he wouldn't.
Miyuki didn't have the skill to actually make him either, like that
uncontrollable urge he might feel to push Miyuki down harder, Miyuki didn't
know how to make that happen yet.
So he settled for having his fun at the level he was at. He continued to finger
himself while he reminded himself to keep his jaw relaxed. His moans were much
louder than Chris', not that he cared at the moment, but he praised himself
whenever he could hear Chris' low voice escape him. Miyuki desperately tried to
not rush anything likes he has a tendency to do; he'd rather do everything at a
fast pace, but he's seen what it actually does to him.
His fingers moved slow inside himself. He thought of what Chris would do and
did the same; after so much time, he began to remember how to do it and what he
wanted to feel. His other hand held the base of Chris' cock and he pulled his
mouth away to breathe.
Miyuki was beginning to lose his train of thought and his focus. His fingers
were just starting to move without him putting too much effort or forcing it.
He took a shaky breath and tried to find his focus again. His eyes were on the
throbbing cock in front of him; he licked his lips before moving closer again,
this time to press his mouth on the wet skin. He was still as enthusiastic as
he was in the beginning. There was honestly nothing he could enjoy more than
doing this for Chris. He really did love it. Chris could see it in the way
Miyuki looked up at him, or the way he was given so much attention.
For a few more seconds, Miyuki had to turn his focus away. No matter how hard
he tried to control his habit, he found himself moving his fingers faster but
he liked it so much that he couldn't stop. His mouth opened to let out a shaky
moan, one that was drawn out of him from just barely pushing himself over the
edge; he closed his eyes and breathed deeply while his fingers moved faster.
Chris could tell Miyuki was tensing again. He moved his hand into Miyuki's
hair, hoping to calm him down and get him to slow his fingers. There was no
reason for Miyuki to finger himself roughly if he couldn't control it. It's not
like he understood that. Chris' hand was soft in Miyuki's hair, tangling in the
brunette strands as his fingers rubbed slowly.
"Don't force it." Chris told him.
It was the same advice he always had to give.
But finally, Miyuki was beginning to listen. His fingers slowed upon hearing
Chris' voice; his shoulders relaxed and he let out the breath he was holding.
He opened his cloudy eyes and looked up to Chris, showing that he was actually
listening for once. Now he didn't have the uncontrollable need to make it seem
rough or hard on himself. He could take the slow pace and make it work for him.
With his eyes still focused on Chris' face, Miyuki lifted his head and moved
his mouth to the tip of Chris' cock, tasting the cum that fell on to his
tongue. His breathing was much heavier so he didn't push himself too far; he
was focusing on two things and he would like to have control with both.
Chris was fine with how Miyuki slowed down. It was better to control him as
well.
Like Miyuki asked before, Chris had his hand in his hair. It's not like he was
gripping hard or forcing Miyuki down on him. It was going to take a lot more
for Chris to actually grip Miyuki's head hard and force him down. At least now
they were getting somewhere. It was much harder than Miyuki thought it was
going to be to please Chris, but Miyuki did like a challenge, he could admit
that.
Miyuki kept a slow pace, even with his mouth. His tongue flicked over Chris'
skin but he didn't rush it like he was conscious of. His hand moved further up
Chris' cock and gave full strokes while he moved; his other hand remained
between his legs, his fingers inside him, his cock rubbing against his arm. He
wasn't trying to be impatient but he couldn't help when he felt the knot in his
stomach; he was just so close and if he could work his fingers faster, than
maybe he could cum. It took all his strength to stop all that thinking and keep
his pace slow. Chris notice how deep in thought Miyuki was by the way he
stopped moving his mouth; Miyuki closed his eyes while he moaned quietly. There
was a burning feeling in his chest while he tried to breathe. And it didn't
help that he had something in his mouth.
He was getting closer by the second. And for the first time, he was doing that
himself. Chris was watching Miyuki's face, already knowing what was going on
with him. Miyuki didn't want to let go just yet, not when he feels like he can
take more. He might have been occupied but he could totally multitask. Once his
mind wasn't clouded, he began to move his head again, his tongue pressing
against Chris' skin as his cock filled his mouth. Miyuki rose up on to his
knees just to spread his legs wider. He moaned against Chris' skin, his voice
dragging on louder as he brought himself closer.
Chris' other hand moved into Miyuki's hair, and it was then that he decided to
begin moving Miyuki forward. Miyuki had to remind himself to keep himself
relaxed, but it was so hard to when he was getting riled up. It was about time
Chris decided to take some initiative. Miyuki opened his eyes to stare up at
Chris' face, seeing the sweat form on his face while his cheeks began to
brighten up. Now Miyuki was barely breathing but he definitely enjoying that
part. The stress he was putting on himself didn't hinder how he moved his head
faster to suck on Chris' cock again. His hand stroked Chris just as fast as
well, and his other hand was lost between his legs.
He constantly reminded himself not to force it.
For once, it was actually working. Even if his fingers were thrusting faster,
he didn't try to rush it. While he worked up the courage to take Chris' entire
cock in his mouth, he did his best to slide a third finger in. At the back of
his throat, Chris could feel the vibration of Miyuki's not-so-quiet moans. He
wanted to take his hands out of Miyuki's hair, but for some reason, he didn't.
His fingers were beginning to tighten and he tried to stop himself, to latch on
to whatever bit of control he had left.
There was barely any however.
Miyuki had to stop. He had to pull away. His shaking became uncontrollable and
he couldn't focus. He released Chris' cock from his mouth and bit his lip to
hide his moans but he wasn't successful. His fingers didn't slow. He rubbed
himself till he couldn't take it anymore. The white hot sensation washed over
him as he gasped in surprise. His legs were numbing, his stomach was still
knotting, and he could no longer feel his fingers.
He closed his eyes tightly and bit harder on his lip, breathing out sharply
through his nose. The pain of breathing spread in his lungs and the fire
erupted in his chest. Chris still had his hands in Miyuki's hair, and he held
Miyuki's head up to see his face. Miyuki didn't mind being watched while he
came.
That's one reason why he was doing this, to show Chris that he could handle
much more than he was given credit for.
What Miyuki wasn't expecting was for Chris to cum. On his face. It wasn't an
accident, that was for sure. Miyuki waited as he felt the sticky fluid fall on
to his cheeks and around his mouth. When he opened his eyes, he noticed the cum
on his glasses as well. He just needed a moment to breathe before he said
anything about Chris cumming over his face.
He pulled his fingers out easily. Cum dripped from his arm and down the palm of
his hand. Miyuki was still too excited to stop, and it was very clear that
Chris could keep going.
"Are you not going to apologize to me?" Miyuki asked as he looked up.
Chris just moved his hands out of Miyuki's hair. He didn't see anything to
apologize for. Was Miyuki referring to getting cum on his face? Well, Chris
couldn't help it. And he wasn't going to take it back. Not that Chris would be
cold and say that out loud, but Miyuki knew by the way he smiled.
It was just beginning to rain outside. Miyuki didn't get up from where he was
on his knees. The night just started, at least for them it did. The rain was
pouring harder within just seconds and thunder could be heard in the distance.
Miyuki sighed quietly and looked down at the floor, seeing the small mess of
cum on the floor and on his skin.
Chris lifted Miyuki's head so he could wipe his face with a shirt that was
laying on the bed.
"So, I have an idea." Miyuki started, already smiling.
"Is it my turn?" Chris asked. He knew that Miyuki was still aching, and he
figured that they had more time to kill. It was pouring outside and it's not
like his roommates were coming back any time soon.
Miyuki just honestly could not resist.
Being friends with benefits had it's perks.
Chris helped him up and took off his glasses before laying him on the bed.
"Spread your legs." Chris said quietly but eagerly. Those were the same words
Miyuki would hear almost everyday. Nothing got him more excited than hearing
Chris say those words.
Miyuki would spread his legs as wide as Chris wanted him to.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     As weeks go by and they get older, Miyuki and Chris are more
     comfortable with doing other things.
Chapter Notes
     Casually writes casual sex like it's a casual thing to do ヽ(　･∀･)ﾉ.
After a few weeks, things began to settle down. The mood has gone down with it.
Was it more serious, or was it lack of interest?
Miyuki was staring down at Chris, seeing the lifelessness in his eyes. Both of
them were bothered but had different things on their minds. The plan was to
have sex today since they had nothing better to do. Miyuki was the one that
stopped though. He caught himself staring over Chris' body because of how he's
been feeling.
His fingers touched Chris' shoulder, feeling the white tape that was bandaged
over his arm and shoulder.
Miyuki felt as though Chris' injury was his fault.
It wasn't.
But that wasn't going to stop Miyuki from feeling bad about it, like he was the
one who caused it, like he was obligated to stop it.
He's the one that always sees Chris, the one that should know if anything is
wrong, if there was a problem, if something was happening; he's seen him
without clothes in most cases. He should've known there was something that
wasn't right. The first time, he had nothing to say about the redness, but then
Chris began to cover up more and more. That behavior should have set off the
flags in Miyuki's mind but it didn't. Now Chris couldn't play baseball like he
used to weeks ago.
Chris noticed how hard Miyuki was staring, how deep he had gone into whatever
despair he felt. Chris knew why Miyuki looked so depressed and he didn't like
it; Miyuki couldn't give up just because he feels like it's his fault Chris was
hurt. He was a starter on the team and if he couldn't be there for them, then
who would be?
Miyuki was in denial.
"Any reason why you want to be on top today?" Chris asked him.
Miyuki couldn't remember when they started having sex. If he had to guess, he'd
say around the time Chris felt the pain in his arm. Was it the stress? He
thought it was because they could use each other more. It's getting quieter
since Chris isn't around as much, at least not around as a catcher. At time, it
really is stressful. Miyuki has pent up frustration he wants to get rid of and
Chris does, too. That's when they began turning to sex as an outlet. And it
works since they both take care of each other.
It works.
The only part about their weeks that isn't terrible as how much time they try
to spend together. They weren't dating, they weren't in a serious relationship,
it wasn't supposed to mean something. Being friends with benefits shouldn't
mean anything, but they enjoyed being with each other anyway and they had
things to do while they were together.
It's not every day that Miyuki finds himself sitting on Chris' lap. Well, this
was the first day he's done it. Usually, Chris is the one to take initiative
and be dominant and Miyuki likes it that way. The only person he would ever
spread his legs for is Chris anyway so it didn't matter how it happened. Today
was just a different day. Miyuki straddled over Chris, his hands pressed down
on his skin. Miyuki couldn't help but touch the bandages on Chris' shoulder.
"I just wanted to do it." Miyuki said as an excuse to Chris' question.
He could do just as much as Chris could. There was nothing wrong with riding
him. It's just that Miyuki got side tracked for a second with staring at Chris.
Now it happens. Today it was just from the guilt.
Miyuki couldn't handle the sight any longer. If he didn't distract himself
right at this second, he felt like he would just get off Chris and leave
without a word. He lifted both his hands from Chris' skin and brought them into
his own hair to push it back. His hips moved slow like he didn't have anything
else to do for the day; he reminded himself that he didn't have to rush it,
that it was fine to take everything at a slow pace.
Today felt like many things. Among everything else, it felt like a slow pace
day.
Chris kept his hands on Miyuki's thighs, his fingers pressing on his thick skin
and feeling him shake. Miyuki didn't have to put in that much effort anymore
when it came to sex which is different from what he used to deal with. He could
easily move without getting slightly embarrassed. So what Chris got a better
view that he most likely did deserve? Miyuki didn't mind putting on a good show
and riding Chris like he said he would earlier on in the day.
He'd do anything to get Chris back to his usual self again.
His fingers trailed over Chris' chest, his fingertips burning at the touch; he
could feel Chris inhale and exhale calmly. He was always like that, always in
control, always having restraint. Miyuki wanted that restraint, but more than
that he wanted the control. That was his reason for just going for it today.
His hands pressed down on Chris' chest and he shifted his weight so he could
move his hips up higher.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back while he breathed. He bit his lip
to hide the moans but he figured since no one was here, there was no point in
being quiet. Miyuki continued to lift his hips, feeling Chris' cock rub inside
him while he moved.
Chris was honestly so used to being the one to take initiative that he wasn't
sure what to do with the sight of Miyuki over him. There was no doubt about the
fact that it did turn him on. It definitely turned him on. He just couldn't lay
in bed and let Miyuki take all the credit for the fun. He also wasn't going to
ruin whatever Miyuki was feeling today. For once in the entire day, Miyuki
didn't look so stressed out and tensed.
Miyuki was going to stay on top till he was tired or until his thighs gave out,
whichever came first.
Their moans filled the room, but quietly. They didn't over exert themselves
just to get into the sex. Even with how casual it was, that was just enough.
Miyuki was distracted, Chris was content, it was fine for now.
They had their benefits.
Chris assumed too early that it was his turn, that he should just flip Miyuki
over onto the bed so he could return the favor. His hands were about to lift to
Miyuki's waist to move him down onto the bed but Miyuki was fast enough to make
him stop; his hands pressed down on Chris' forearms, keeping him pinned down on
the bed as he leaned over.
"Don't move." Miyuki whispered as he opened his eyes. Under his thick eye
lashes, his brown eyes were distant and cloudy.
His mind was elsewhere.
He couldn't let Chris ruin that.
Chris really didn't have to listen. He had enough strength to bring Miyuki down
if he wanted to. But he was always weak to the sight of Miyuki being in control
and taking the lead. This was the first time Chris didn't have to do much,
Miyuki could take care of himself and Chris for a day if he felt like it.
He indeed felt like it.
Miyuki kept his fingers around Chris' skin but his grip loosened while he
moved, grinding on Chris' lap; his fingers rubbed over Chris' skin softly,
feeling his hot skin. Miyuki was more concerned with how Chris was feeling but
couldn't tear himself away from the need to get off first. It just seemed like
he would have to make Chris wait a little while before getting to him.
He just didn't know that this was all Chris needed.
Chris could watch Miyuki do this for hours. Just riding him like it was nothing
for the first time. He wasn't rough either. Miyuki was still taking it slow
like he had as much control and restraint as Chris did. He didn't rush it and
he didn't force it. He finally learned. Chris wanted to hold on to this exact
moment; he kept his eyes on Miyuki's face, seeing the blush on his cheeks and
the way he opened his mouth to moan. Miyuki wasn't hiding how much he enjoyed
himself. Chris could see it all over his face.
Miyuki didn't let go of Chris' arms for a moment. His palms were pressing down
into him so he could hold himself up while he lifted his hips. Sweat was
glistening on his skin from the heat and moving so much. It was so easy for him
to sink into the pleasure, like he's been doing it for a while now. Chris
didn't try to move his hands, at least not yet. He wanted to watch Miyuki ride
it out.
It was slow but oh so very hot. The heat was agonizingly unbearable. The fire
in Miyuki's chest grew, making him gasp for air harder than he has been. He
could feel himself getting closer but he desperately didn't want to stop. If he
couldn't make this last longer, he would have to be reminded of reality and he
didn't want that right now.
He tried to lose himself longer but it barely worked.
He opened his eyes to see Chris' face but he didn't wonder what Chris could
possibly be thinking at a time like this. What he did see was Chris looking
back at him, just as desperate to keep going with him. Miyuki finally let go of
Chris' arm and straightened himself up over his body; his hands pushed his hair
back while he continued rolling his hips, feeling Chris move slowly with him as
well. Miyuki was careful not to speed up but every second he drew out the
grinding, and the rolling, and the thrusting, just made it harder for him to
focus.
He could only go so slow.
He could only take so much.
Miyuki dropped his hands back on to Chris, his fingers trailing over Chris'
stomach to feel him breathing hoarsely. He still drew his fingers on his skin
before touching himself; one hand pressed down on Chris, the other wrapped on
his cock to stroke himself to his climax.
He leaned his head back again to moan out; a heavy breath was released from his
lips as well as the low moans that were building up in his throat. His fingers
were pressing hard on his own skin and it made his hips jolt and shake. Still
he didn't stop.
And Chris could no longer just watch.
Before he could move, Miyuki came over his fingers. His white fluid dripped to
Chris' skin as Miyuki slowed his hips. That was the easiest he's ever came. It
was as simple as breathing. His body shook from the low intensity but the heat
was sweltering. Miyuki took a deep breath and out his hands down on Chris
again, holding himself up while he tried to regain his train of thought.
Chris, however, was not going to wait for Miyuki to want to continue. He hasn't
came yet and he was waiting for his turn. Chris has always been patient, even
with Miyuki, and the plan was to wait till Miyuki just felt like continuing,
but after seeing that face of his and listening to his moans, Chris could no
longer wait. He had to do something since he couldn't resist.
Chris' brought his hands to Miyuki's back, holding him up right to keep him
from falling over. Chris sat up and fixed Miyuki over his lap. They had more to
do today. Miyuki wasn't finished yet. He closed his eyes and breathed calmly as
he could but with the way Chris was touching him, he began to gasp quietly and
a shiver rolled up his spine for the first time today.
It was cruel of Chris to trail his fingertips up and down Miyuki's back right
after he just orgasmed. It might not have been the wildest but Miyuki could
still feel everything. He had to keep his lips mashed shut to keep in his
outbursts that might suddenly just come out. Chris' fingers were slow to feel
Miyuki's skin and he felt Miyuki tensing up over him like he usually does.
They were close, close enough to kiss but didn't actually get there. Miyuki
would never really say what's on his mind, and what's on his mind was his
screaming for Chris to kiss him, to at least do it once so he could stop
fantasizing about it. Chris wouldn't move any closer than where he was now, his
forehead pressed to Miyuki's and his hands now holding so tight that Miyuki
couldn't wiggle through. He was close, close enough to feel Miyuki's breath on
his skin, close enough to actually feel that he was nervous, close enough to
feel like doing something.
But he didn't.
That's what's so stressful about their relationship. They don't have to do
everything. And when either of them desperately want something, it's not like
them to say it.
Miyuki opened his eyes slowly, a little disappointed in himself for not having
the strength to do anything. He looked down at Chris' shoulder, seeing the
white bandages wrapped over his muscle. He felt even more disappointed and
couldn't crawl out of the hole he was getting himself into. He just began
analyzing everyday and how he could miss something so simple to catch.
The more he does that, the worse he feels.
Chris noticed. He pressed his hand to Miyuki's chest and pushed him down slowly
on the bed. Miyuki didn't even get the chance to touch Chris' shoulder again
and that was a good thing, he shouldn't be thinking so hard about it.
"We have the rest of the day." Chris said, hoping to lighten the mood.
"We do not have the rest of the day." Miyuki corrected, remembering that there
was going to be practice later on. However, getting to practice was not his
concern.
So sure, they don't have the rest of the day, but that wasn't going to stop
them.
Chris kept Miyuki's attention elsewhere, trying to make him forget about the
injury he had. Miyuki wanted to forget so it was much easier to lose himself.
And Chris was extremely helpful as well.
"I actually wanted to keep going." Miyuki said, referring to being on top. "I
hope you know friends with benefits means we both get benefits." He said.
"I already got mine."
"I wasn't finished." Miyuki said but he didn't fight hard to get back on top.
Chris smiled weakly and that was for the first time in days. Miyuki stared up
at his face, trying to make sure that actually happened; it took a few seconds
but he realized that Chris did smile at him.
Just that put Miyuki at ease. He could sink lower in bed and let go of whatever
worries he had for the day.
Now he felt like spending the rest of the day in his room with Chris doing
nothing but getting close since that's all they really wanted to do.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     More Miyuki and Chris fun time.
Chapter Notes
     Yeah just shameless smut
Miyuki laid in bed with his hands in his hair. His cheeks were brightening up
and so was the rest of his body; his chest rose and fell quickly while he
breathed in and out. His mind was split in terms of focus. There was a lot he
could pay attention to but he had to choose one. There was much more going on
than he could put together at the moment at the moment and just in general. He
had so much to think about and right about now was not the best time for him.
He blinked slowly as he remembered what he was supposed to say.
"I'm actually surprised that Sawamura likes you now," Miyuki said, just about
to laugh but he didn't, "considering the fact that he was absolutely terrified
of you not too long ago." He was talking to Chris but it was clear he was busy.
He couldn't talk so Miyuki kept up with his one sided conversation.
"I'm not sure if I'm okay with how he follows you around." Miyuki let out a
heavy breath, his chest caving in as he blinked fast.
Again, Chris didn't reply.
"He's pretty disrespectful, too. At least to me, he is." Miyuki continued,
wondering why he was talking about this in the first place. Yet he definitely
had a lot to say just because he had another catcher to talk to. "And Furuya
has a wild pitch, absolutely no..." he paused for a second, losing his train of
thought and trying to remember what he wanted to say, "...control." he
finished, a slight gasp as his eyes shut.
Miyuki's fingers gripped his hair again, this time harder, and he tried to hold
back the moan that was rising to his lips. He bit down on his bottom lip but
that wasn't going to solve anything. He was too into whatever was making him
lose his mind.
Lately, things have been getting better. Chris is gradually getting into a good
mood again and there was no way Miyuki wasn't going to celebrate something like
that. The reason behind it though made Miyuki suspicious a little suspicious.
There were fresh first years to work with, and what's even better was that
there were two pitchers, both with different forms. Miyuki wouldn't have cared
so much if one of them would just stop tagging along behind Chris all the time
now.
Chris really didn't have much to say about that. He could laugh but he didn't
since he was busy at the moment. Miyuki was a little on edge since there was
another person that absolutely adored Chris, and that other person could be a
threat.
Miyuki was going to casually pretend like it didn't bother him, but Chris knew.
That's what made it so funny.
Chris looked up to find Miyuki struggling to speak. Yet again. It won't be long
before he continues talking. For now, however, he had gone completely silent.
The only thing that could be heard was the way he breathed, ragged and broken
as he tried to collect himself. It didn't help that Chris was between his legs,
sucking him off with all the energy he had for the day. And his fingers were
curving deep inside Miyuki, as if he decided to be reckless and let Miyuki be
rewarded with the fast pace he tends to love so much.
Miyuki forgot everything for a brief second, including how to speak. It was
like he was numb to everything and didn't have control. His fingers tightened
in his hair, and his legs tensed but he kept them spread for Chris like he
always does. There was a confused look on his face while he tried to find his
train of thought. He wasn't going to find it while Chris was between his legs,
that was for sure.
Miyuki needed to focus, he was trying desperately to do just that.
There was going to have to be a point where he gave up. Chris wasn't going to
stop until Miyuki says so and the likelihood of that was just about zero.
Miyuki cursed under his breath and pulled his knees up higher, the heels of his
feet dragging on the undone sheets. His eyes closed but he still felt dizzy,
like he was falling, like he was about to pass out. His hands gripped his hair
so he could keep himself in reality.
Chris was careful not to give in to Miyuki's demands for today. They can't just
have sex every single day but there was nothing wrong with this. Miyuki thought
they could and should have sex every single day since there's nothing to lose.
But both are busy with the team and they can't skip practice on a regular basis
together even if Miyuki desperately wanted to. Chris had a lot of restraint and
he told Miyuki what he could do and couldn't do for the day.
And as much as Miyuki doesn't like being told what to do, he found it
incredibly sexy how his senpai was just taking control over him.
Chris moved his head up and released the throbbing cock that filled his mouth.
Miyuki couldn't hide the shaking in his thighs, his body was quivering and
twitching as Chris fingered him. Already he was close to cumming and that was
just for the first time today. He wouldn't find an end that easily.
"I'm not too surprised that you've taken interest in the first years." Chris
said to Miyuki, not really worried about not getting a reply from him.
Miyuki was dazed again. He heard Chris' words but could barely process them. He
needed a few seconds to breathe but even Chris wasn't going to let that
happened.
Some days, Miyuki could take the roughness, the inability to control himself,
the way Chris handled him strongly. Other days, Miyuki would barely last even
half as long as it takes to get him to cum. Today would be part of the other
days.
Now Chris wasn't so nice. He was a little meaner to Miyuki when they did stuff
like this but he had a reason behind it. If it meant anything, he was sure that
Miyuki could handle himself on his own now since one day Chris won't be around
to help.
"Oh-...oh my God!" Miyuki just about wanted to take Chris' fingers out of him
but he couldn't get his own hands out of his hair. "What the hell a-are you
doing?" Miyuki asked, completely and utterly amazed by Chris' fingers.
Now there were three. And for the past thirty seconds, Miyuki thought he had
been orgasming the entire time. It was a fight with himself to keep his legs
spread for Chris; the shaking was getting worse, and Miyuki found himself
arching off the bed when the second faux orgasm wave rolled in like it was
nothing.
"Want me to stop?" Chris asked as he smiled, seeing Miyuki's face as he thought
again he was cumming but wasn't.
"No!" Miyuki was quick to reply with the last bit of breath he had.
He was definitely struggling.
For now he could feel Chris' fingers moving deeper, thrusting harder, rubbing
faster. He knew where they were, what they were touching, but he couldn't do
anything to give himself a break from the harsh wave that was drowning him.
Chris was cruel now. And Miyuki was enjoying it so much that he couldn't even
shut his mouth to hide his voice. Chris didn't stop thrusting his fingers in
Miyuki for a slight second and he wasn't giving Miyuki a chance to breathe.
When he looked up, he could see Miyuki's flushed red face already covered in
sweat. His chest rose and fell quickly while he tried to breathe but failed to
get more than a gasp in. Chris was smiling since he wasn't done. He could be
meaner.
He was going to be meaner.
He couldn't just not give in to the desperate moans and cries he was hearing.
That was the only thing not cruel about him. He wasn't going to let Miyuki
suffer, in the not-getting-benefits type way.
This was a benefit alright.
Miyuki was loving it.
When Chris moved his mouth on to Miyuki's skin again, Miyuki just about saw
stars under his closed eye lids. He cursed again, this time his voice breaking
and cracking while he tried to catch his breath. When Chris took him deeper in
his mouth, Miyuki let out an almost silent moan. His voice still cracked but it
was so high that he couldn't be heard. His hands moved to Chris' head, his
fingers gripping just as hard in his hair as they did in his own hair.
Miyuki wasn't going to force Chris down deeper. No, he wanted to get him to
pull away, to give him a second. Miyuki had the words on the tip of his tongue,
a begging cry for a moment to collect himself before Chris went any further
with destroying him with only his mouth and fingers. Miyuki could barely shove
him away. And his legs opened wider instead of closing like he so wanted to do.
His body was giving Chris more room to work with while his mind screeched to
get one moment of air.
Miyuki cursed and cursed and cursed. His back arched over on the bed and his
feet dug in harder while he tried to hold himself. Even if he thought he was
incredibly miserable, there was a wide smile reaching his lips. His strained
moans were turning into laughs, whether it was from embarrassment or from the
fact this was the first time he felt like he was about lose his life just from
something as trivial as oral sex, he didn't know.
Chris was waiting for the cheeky moans that would break through.
Now Miyuki has gone insane.
His body stopped moving for just a second, and that's when Chris decided to
pull away. His fingers stayed knuckles deep inside Miyuki and he felt like they
were being sucked in harder as Miyuki barely moved. He was tense, his muscles
locked but twitched hard. And his voice came out so loud that anyone could hear
if they walked by his dorm room.
He orgasmed hard. His cum shot up as far as to his chest and left a trail down
his stomach. The unbearable heat left him paralyzed while he came all over
himself.
Chris watched, happy with himself that he could do something as wild as that
for Miyuki. He hasn't done that since the first couple of times they got
together. But this time, Chris wasn't that nice.
Miyuki felt like he was falling. Even when he opened his eyes, he still thought
he was falling. The room was spinning, and he was having a hard time seeing
straight. He wanted to take off his glasses but he couldn't move his fingers on
his own. They were shaking in Chris' hair but he couldn't move them. As for the
rest of his body, well it was going to be hard to recover.
Chris began moving his fingers that were inside Miyuki again and he felt
Miyuki's body jolt violently from the shock. The shaking was much worse than
before. Even his cock throbbed with the idea that it could get so much better.
Miyuki felt like he was set on fire. He might as well have been with the way he
was sweating through the stress.
"S-stop-" he begged through his shaking lips. "Please." He groaned desperately.
Chris pulled his fingers out and waited for Miyuki to get a hold of himself. It
was going to take longer than he thought it would. Miyuki dropped his hands to
the bed and breathed harder. His body continued to shake and it was
uncontrollable, Miyuki gave up on trying to help himself. He just couldn't do
it.
Chris was amused. Usually he gets a good show from Miyuki. This wasn't any
different than what he tends to see.
It took a while for the room to stop spinning. Miyuki couldn't close his eyes
just because of his new fear of falling. He stared up and focused on one spot.
He gasped for air through his open mouth. Finally he had enough focus to speak
in sentences and he was definitely going to let Chris have it.
"I hate... when you d-do t-that." His eyes glared over to Chris.
"What?" Chris smiled wider. "Do you mean this?" Chris was just about to touch
him, a simple rub on the thigh but Miyuki slapped his hand hard enough for him
to get the point.
"Don't do it." He said quickly.
"I thought you liked not being able to breathe." Chris wasn't that concerned.
"I don't like feeling like my soul is going to float away." Miyuki said,
worried that Chris might do it again. Would he really have to avoid Chris for a
few days just to get his energy back up? "You need to get that under control,
Chris-senpai." Miyuki said to him.
His body was still shaking. He was careful to not do anything that might make
his body blow up. He felt like he might have to tone down all the sexual
activities a notch for a few days.
Chris knew he was thinking it but Miyuki wasn't the most believable when it
came to this.
"Is that it for today then?" Chris asked. He wasn't concerned about getting the
favor returned to him. He just saw the look on Miyuki's face as he rolled over
and closed his legs, thinking that Miyuki was actually done for the day.
They never just do one thing.
"Give me ten minutes to get my life together." Miyuki said since he really did
need the space.
Chris definitely gave him a wild ride with that one today.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki is, in fact, very needy.
Chapter Notes
     I'm at the point where there's too much inspiration but I don't know
     how to put it in order. Bare with me. But also, please do enjoy~~~
Early in the morning before school started, Miyuki wanted to know if there was
anyone in Chris' room. At times, they were very unlucky and had to postpone
their morning fun since Chris' roommates were still around. But today was not
that day.
Miyuki just had to burst into Chris' room without a word. There was a wide
smile on his face, too, since he has been waiting for this moment. Chris barely
turned to glance at Miyuki, it was like a look over the shoulder that lasted a
second; Chris was busy at the moment, and Miyuki didn't care. At all. Chris was
trying to finish a project that was due today, and Miyuki barging in to his
room an hour before class started was not a good thing. He would say that to
Miyuki, he did say that to Miyuki, but that wouldn't change anything. Miyuki
strolled in, a flashy smile on his face, and he made his way over to a set of
bunk beds, climbing to the top bunk.
"That's not my bed." Chris said after glancing back again to see Miyuki getting
comfortable on the top bunk.
One part of him was worried about what Miyuki might do on his roommate's bed,
and another part of him was desperately hoping that Miyuki would switch beds to
make it easier, preferably his bed just so he wouldn't feel bad about Miyuki
getting wild in someone else's area.
"I know this isn't your bed, Chris." Miyuki got comfortable anyway. Already he
was trying to remove his grey pants, and it didn't matter that Chris wasn't
looking. He could strip in any setting as long as Chris was around.
"I can't reach you up there either." Chris wanted to let him know that; usually
Chris would follow but it's not like he was going to make his way to the top
bunk bed with Miyuki. He didn't think it would be that easy to do anything if
he did try, then again he could go ahead and find out since Miyuki was always
more than welcoming.
Although, today, Miyuki felt a little different about what he should do today.
He believed he was more than capable of taking care of himself with Chris
having to be there to save him when things got rough.
"That's the point." Miyuki said, as he shuffled out of his pants, his shoes
falling to the floor as well.
School hadn't even started yet but Miyuki already had a reason to undress.
Chris figured it was one of those days where Miyuki proved, unsuccessfully,
that he was capable of masturbating on his own. What was really mean was that
Miyuki would do it around Chris because he wanted to and cause he could. Chris
was just going to take this as a learning experience, well for Miyuki.
He would have to say the same words over and over again.
This morning was no different.
"Don't force it." Chris told Miyuki calmly, listening to the sound of his voice
and not getting distracted.
Miyuki had to remind himself to slow down and that there was no reason to rush.
Already, he had his fingers inside him, wet from when he kept them in his mouth
long enough for them to be covered in saliva. Considering how things went the
previous night, he didn't need to put in a lot of effort. Chris wanted to focus
on his project but it wasn't helping that there was a very horny boy behind him
practically begging for attention.
"You're forcing it." Chris could hear it in Miyuki's voice. That's all he
needed to tell that Miyuki was trying to hurry it up. It was his decision to
barge in like it was nothing and start something. Now he wanted to rush to
finish but Chris was going to make sure he didn't.
Still, Miyuki felt like he was handling himself just fine. "Am not." he dragged
on. Even if he thought so, Chris would always be right since he knew Miyuki
extremely well.
"Just pretend like I'm the one doing it." Chris said as a suggestion.
That definitely got Miyuki to slow down so of course it was a good suggestion.
His imagination went wild but his body seemed to relax as he thought to himself
that it was Chris doing this to him instead of himself. Chris wouldn't rush it
or force it. Miyuki was able to take a deep breath and move his fingers the way
Chris would for him. They've done everything enough times that Miyuki could
picture it in his head.
He imagined how slow Chris would finger him, but how deep he would go as well.
He knew every place that Miyuki liked. Now Miyuki was finding them himself as
well. He closed his eyes and thought Chris was right next to him, helping him
reach that intense climax that would get rid of his frustration for the day.
There was just something about using his imagination that was as good as the
real thing, at least he thought so. Miyuki could barely stop his hands now, and
his body reacted like it was Chris right in front of him.
That would be an amazing thing.
But for now, he was going to settle since he had to prove a point. He could
handle himself, even if he had to pretend that Chris was the one touching.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Miyuki relaxed on the top bunk bed, his legs hang off and spread wide. His
middle and ring finger worked slow and stayed deep. Every time Miyuki wanted to
close his legs, he just reminded himself that Chris would keep his legs spread
no matter how he felt. His other hand gave full and long strokes on his cock,
his fingers keeping a firm grasp on his throbbing skin.
"Think about where I'd touch you and how I'd do it." Chris continued, a sly
smile on his face. He knew what he was trying to do.
Miyuki groaned weakly, the idea grinding in his mind. He knows exactly where
Chris would touch him and how he would do it. His fingers lifted on their own,
rubbing hard where he imagined Chris would be touching him.
His voice shook as he moaned. His knees pressed together and his thighs
touched, locking his hand in place to keep his fingers from moving. His body
shook as well as his voice and his breathing. The one thing he didn't do was
try to control it. His moans dragged on more as he twitched on the top bunk.
Chris could tell by the sound of his voice that he was already close; he turned
in his chair to see Miyuki writhing on the bed. If he could see Miyuki's face,
he'd see his red cheeks and sweat on his skin. His mouth would be wide open
too. Chris wasn't sure what to do at this point; it was either finish his
project he was almost done with, or take the time to talk Miyuki through the
entire masturbating process.
"Spread your legs, Miyuki." Chris said to him, giving him his full attention.
Miyuki's legs spread at the sound of Chris' voice just because he could never
resist. The only person Miyuki would ever spread his legs for was Chris. Now it
just happened out of habit. And if Chris ever said the words, Miyuki would drop
absolutely everything he's doing to do it.
He exposed himself again, and this time Chris was watching him.
Miyuki got the sudden feeling that Chris was watching. He kept his fingers
moving and twisting. His other hand kept stroking himself, drawing out what
little cum he was already releasing. His legs barely stayed lifted in the air
because of all the strained shaking.
Chris could notice Miyuki trying to hurry things up again, that one awful habit
that Miyuki could never break.
"Calm down. There's no reason for you to rush it." Chris said easily.
Miyuki listened obediently, his fingers slowing down again. His hips rolled
with the way his fingers moved inside himself. It was like he was being
submerged in all the heat he felt. Every time he did slow down, he would just
fall deeper.
He thought of Chris being there, between his legs where he could do anything he
wanted. He thought that Chris was fingering him, breathing over his skin, even
kissing him. Even if it wasn't real at this exact second, he knew it was the
same thing just because he could feel Chris' gaze towards him.
"Chris-senpai." Miyuki moaned, imagining that he was right there on the bed
with him. He wanted Chris to be, it was like he was begging for it.
"I'm right here." Chris assured.
His voice was enough to keep Miyuki going for a little while longer.
Miyuki kept his pace slow no matter how much he desperately wanted to go
faster. He felt like he was stuck at the edge and there was no way he would be
able to push himself over at the pace he was going at. Then he thought about
how Chris would do it. If he were by himself, Miyuki would definitely be
struggling, but all he needed was Chris' voice to get him to calm down.
He came quickly which wasn't what he expected. However, he wasn't going to
complain. He's lucky that it didn't last too long. He lifted both his hands,
one of them covered in his cum from just a second ago. His breath came out
shaky and ragged from his twitching body.
Now he didn't feel like going anywhere.
The only place he thought of being was on Chris' lap. That was literally the
best place for him.
Miyuki groaned miserably and did his best to move. It's not like Chris would
say yes to random sex early in the morning when they have to get to school. If
it was on their day off then yes he would agree, but right now they were
pressed for time. Miyuki would have to go through the frustration of seriously
not having anything to calm him down for the entire day. That was bothering
him. He groaned again while Chris turned in his chair, going back to doing his
project.
"You're so needy." Chris said.
"What?" Miyuki didn't know how to process that.
He didn't think he was needy at all. In fact, he thought of himself as self
sufficient, and he knew he could do anything and everything he needed help with
on his own. It wasn't true, but he thought it. Chris could say Miyuki was needy
because he really was. It won't be long before Miyuki is coming back, asking
for more from Chris.
"I am not needy." Miyuki said anyway as he made his way off the top bunk. "Take
that back." He was adamant.
"Miyuki, I wouldn't make things up about you." Chris turned again to look up at
him.
Miyuki made a face as he rolled his eyes. He was sure he wasn't needy though he
didn't feel the motivation to prove himself. He just began to get dressed again
since Chris wasn't in the mood to actually pin him against the wall and fuck
him. If Miyuki asked to skip school -which Chris would say no to easily- that
would just give Chris a reason to believe that Miyuki was needy.
Miyuki is always asking, whether it was casual or begging. It's fun when Chris
is around. Both of them know how incapable Miyuki is with...well, tending to
himself. It's been well over a year but Miyuki still struggles. And Chris knew
Miyuki well enough to know that he was going to think about this for a while.
"I'm not needy." Miyuki repeated before he left Chris' room, but he didn't
sound too convincing.
Even to himself.
He just cursed under his breath and walked on, Chris' words on his mind.
Those same words would be on his mind the entire day. For some reason, it just
bothered him more since it was Chris that said it. If it was anyone else, he
wouldn't have cared. But Chris? That was like a stab in the back. Was Miyuki
that needy? He's always going back and forth to Chris, asking for something to
do because he's bored and frustrated.
Miyuki was in fact that needy. The only person that knew about it was Chris.
It's not like Miyuki went around asking other people for benefits. He's always
just around Chris, always.
It took him the entire day to settle his emotions about how he was feeling. He
asked around among his friends, well he just asked Kuramochi if he was needy or
not. It's not like he got a good answer but it was enough to take the weight
off his shoulders.
So what he was needy?
That was the new question.
Who cares? And Chris can't say he doesn't enjoy it. No one would ever expect
Miyuki Kazuya to be submissive to someone else. No one would ever expect that
there was someone that he absolutely could never refuse. Chris got special
privileges, and it definitely wasn't because he was Miyuki's senpai. Being
friends with benefits had it's perks. Getting to see Miyuki spread his legs was
one of them.
Miyuki came to terms with himself by the end of the school day. However, he
wasn't going to let Chris leave early that easily. It was difficult for Miyuki
to sneak off but it was clear as day that he snuck off to find Chris before he
left.
The second he found Chris, he just snatched his hand and dragged him back to
the dorms. Chris had no words. He knew what was happening and today he wasn't
going to object to it.
So what else today?
Sex?
Blow jobs? Hand jobs? Masturbation?
What could Miyuki be interested in today? Or maybe Chris got to pick. Who
knows?
Miyuki seemed like he was in a demanding mood. After all, he always had to be
in control no matter what. If he couldn't be in control then he struggled. He
was taking the lead in dragging Chris back to his room before he had the chance
to leave. Miyuki didn't say a word but he gave off that strong aura that said
he was calling the shots for the afternoon.
Miyuki walked to the middle of Chris' room, already undoing his baseball
uniform. He pushed his pants down and moved his legs to take them off as well
as his shoes. Chris didn't open his mouth as he watched Miyuki take off his
underwear as well. Miyuki walked over to take a small bottle that Chris had
hidden under his pillow; then he just made his way to the desk filled with
messy papers and books. Miyuki didn't have a care in the world.
Still Chris kept quiet while Miyuki poured some lube on his fingers and moved
them inside himself for just a brief second.
He moved up on the desk, facing the wall. He sat on his thighs, his legs spread
to expose his ass to Chris. Miyuki didn't have to try very hard to get his
attention. Just one glance back was enough to make Chris stare in a sort of
awe; he wasn't sure if he wanted to strip Miyuki of everything else or keep it
on him. Its not like Miyuki had much left on himself anyway; just his jersey,
his hat that sat sideways on his head, and those visors he always wore.
"You can come here if you want." Miyuki said, aware that was asking Chris to
fuck him in just different words.
"I don't have condoms-"
"We haven't used a condom in months. I think we'll be fine." Miyuki said,
shaking his hips a bit to attract Chris closer.
That definitely worked.
Chris had time, and Miyuki clearly had something important to do but was
ignoring it to be with Chris. Even if it was just for ten minutes, it didn't
matter. Miyuki would take all the time he could get because he needed help from
someone.
Miyuki barely moved as he felt Chris place his hands at his waist, his fingers
grabbing hold to his skin where his shirt didn't cover. A heavy breath escaped
Miyuki's lips and he prepared for the next second because it was definitely
going to be something to fidget about. It wasn't until he felt Chris rubbing on
him that he pushed his hands against the wall. Chris pulled back on Miyuki's
hips as he moved inside him.
Miyuki's hands hit the wall. Multiple times. His fists were tight, his nails
digging into his own skin; he was doing His best to hide his voice, to not
sound as needy as Chris thinks he is but it wasn't that successful. His
breathing was already shallow and he was cursing under his strained breath.
While he attempted to fill his lungs with air, he moaned weakly and that only
made Chris grab him harder, his fingers pressing to his skin.
Chris knew this had to be something quick but it didn't feel like it was going
to end up like that.
Miyuki was moving his hips back against Chris, grinding so hard that Chris was
the one to see stars today. How was he going to recover from that? Well, it was
always a struggle for dominance between them. Today, Miyuki thought he had the
power. He could feel Chris just about to stumble back just from how he rubbed
his hips on him. Miyuki definitely knew how to move when he was taking it from
behind. Chris had to move his hands or he would grab too hard at Miyuki's skin,
instead he put his hands down on his desk and gripped as hard as he could.
If only Chris was rougher, Miyuki thought, if only he would pull my hair or
grab my arms or do fucking something. He wasn't going to say it out loud. Why
use words when he could use his body?
Chris has a lot of self control and restraint. What makes him so mean was that
he knew when to let go of that. The second Miyuki leaned forward closer to the
wall to tease Chris even more, Chris lost it. His hands didn't stay down on the
desk for long. Again they were back at Miyuki's skin and this time he wasn't so
gentle.
"F-fuck-!" Miyuki jolted from the surprise of being pulled back against Chris'
body.
Miyuki's fists were still hitting the wall but it was harder now. He moaned
loud too, just because Chris was fucking him roughly. And Miyuki doesn't want
to say it's the first time, but like this, it definitely was. Chris wasn't just
doing it because Miyuki was into it. He was liking it too. He liked seeing
Miyuki claw at the wall from the extreme pleasure or hearing his voice get
louder than usual.
It was uncontrollable for the both of them. What was supposed to be quick sex
was turning out to be something that was much more than what they've done.
Chris' hands were lifting into Miyuki's jersey, feeling his body up, touching
and rubbing around his chest. He felt how Miyuki breathed heavily by the way
his chest rose and fell. He could hear it in Miyuki's strained voice. Chris
didn't move his hands from Miyuki's burning skin. He wanted to leave marks and
bruises even in place that would be seen. And it was hard to hold that urge
back. Miyuki dropped his hands from the wall when he felt Chris touching him;
his arms moved back to around Chris' neck, his fingers gripping in his hair and
messing it up.
They stayed close with each other, their hands holding hard as if they could
lose each other if they don't hold on tight. It was like they were desperate,
and they really were. Both of them knew this had to be quick but they ached to
stay with each other instead of just separating after a quick ten minutes of
heated sex. Ten minutes is not enough at all.
It was a strain.
The one thing about it was Miyuki was loving how tight he was being held. When
Chris dropped his arms lower to wrap them around Miyuki's body, Miyuki just
about melted. And Chris, he was going to admit that he was enjoying himself as
well. If Miyuki wanted to pull his hair hard, he wasn't going to stop him. If
Miyuki wanted to grind his hips back on him, Chris wasn't going to complain.
The sex would always get better no matter where they went to do it, how long
they did it, and if it was rough or not.
"Don't cum yet." Chris said in Miyuki's ear.
Those were the words that Miyuki never wanted to hear come out of Chris' mouth,
but for some reason he was doing his best to listen.
Chris' hands gripped Miyuki's waist again and he lifted him off the desk; Chris
sat down in the chair and kept Miyuki on his lap, feeling him move his hips as
if they hadn't stopped for just that second. Miyuki was eager to keep going;
being on Chris' lap was giving him a better opportunity to move his hips
despite his legs being spread wide.
"Okay, you can cum now." Chris said.
"Really?" Miyuki asked in a caustic tone.
Chris was actually more concerned that Miyuki was going to make a mess on the
desk when there was still books and papers on it. He could easily clean the
floor but he would prefer if Miyuki didn't cum over things that may or may not
be his.
"If you want to skip practice then-"
"I do, so that's not going to work." Miyuki mentioned quickly, moving his hands
down to Chris' knees, his palms pressing down to hold himself up.
Both of them had somewhere to be and if they didn't hurry it up, they would be
found out. And as much as Miyuki loved playing baseball, he liked spending time
with Chris just a little more, enough to make a difference. Honestly, Miyuki
would latch on to Chris when they were alone.
Miyuki had no problem keeping his legs spread for Chris. It made no difference
even if he was taking it from behind. He could stay right on Chris' lap because
there is no better place he belonged.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     By now, Miyuki should be able to handle himself without any help, yet
     he still clings on to Chris since there isn't anyone better to cling
     to than him.
Chapter Notes
     More unnecessary smut.
Today had a lot of frustration rolled up into it. Miyuki has been on edge since
the beginning of the day and hasn't had a break till the absolute end. He was
tense and he struggled to get things together on his own. There was something
that made him want to snap but he couldn't just lose his cool while in season.
This is why he has a special relationship with someone pretty special, at least
in his eyes.
Chris was always around to help Miyuki if he ever felt out of tune with
himself. Just like right at the moment, Chris would do his best to get Miyuki
to calm down. He was the greatest person to get Miyuki to find peace even if it
was just for a second.
Miyuki has never been more grateful that Chris was around.
"You should be able to do this stuff on your own now." Chris said quietly, his
hushed tone resonating in Miyuki's ear.
There really wasn't much Miyuki could respond with. He just closed his eyes and
leaned his head back on Chris' shoulder. His hands were holding on to Chris'
arms rather tightly, grabbing hold of his strong skin while he moved.
Miyuki licked his lips before taking a heavy breath. He's been having a hard
time breathing evenly ever since Chris started on him. His moan slipped as well
but he didn't try to hold it. His fingers were beginning to scrape Chris' skin
and he didn't try to stop.
Chris had his arms wrapped around Miyuki. One hand pressed on his chest, his
fingers barely caressing Miyuki's nipple, and his other hand was between his
spread legs, fingering Miyuki just the way he wanted to. Miyuki's had his legs
over Chris', that was the only way to keep them spread so wide today; he leaned
back against Chris' body and if there was a way to sink more into him, Miyuki
would.
There was an empty bottle of lube resting by the pillow of Chris' bed. Miyuki
absolutely just wanted to have sex today, that was the only thing he talked
about with Chris because he wanted it so much. But today, Chris felt like
holding back only because Miyuki has been getting his way for days. It's like
Chris was spoiling him.
"One day I won't be here to help." Chris continued.
Miyuki was aware that Chris would one day graduate and leave.
"You're n-not going anywhere." Miyuki said since he didn't care that Chris had
less than a year left.
Chris smiled to himself. It was a nice attempt but it did seem like Miyuki
would latch on to him for just a while longer before letting him go off. Miyuki
needed someone to help with the frustration and he hasn't considered who would
be just as good as Chris.
Miyuki's fingers clutched tight on to Chris' flexed arm. It was an unbearable
feeling to continue with just fingering. Miyuki already came twice. And Chris
has a habit of waiting till Miyuki is a complete mess to stop anything and
everything. The more Miyuki holds back, the worse it gets for him. It took him
a while to understand that. Now he was shaking on Chris' body, barely dressed
and sweating from straining so much.
It wasn't late into the night but if Chris doesn't hurry this up, they will get
caught together.
"C-can we...let's just..." Miyuki wanted to have sex. He's been asking since
they've started, well he's been demanding that Chris take off the pants so he
could take over but that's about the same thing.
Chris was back to hoping Miyuki wouldn't be dependent on him to always be there
to help with his problem. Miyuki hasn't touched himself by himself in about
three weeks. Chris can't let that go on even if Miyuki was begging for it.
Though, Chris never had a problem helping Miyuki. He got his benefits as well,
he never really needed to have the favor returned.
Miyuki is generally a reserved person but with Chris, that's not the case,
especially when they're having fun together. Chris thought it was a benefit to
hear Miyuki moan loud just for him. He thought it was a benefit to see Miyuki's
body shake, and see his flustered face, and tease him until he honestly
couldn't take it.
Right now, Miyuki couldn't take it.
There was nothing worse than when Chris had a hold on him for longer than he
should. It was at that point where the bliss was becoming too much. Miyuki's
head was in the clouds and there was no way he was going to come down with the
way Chris held him. Chris would sometimes be gentle with his fingers, and other
times, he wouldn't be. Today, he wasn't. Miyuki was moaning so loud that Chris
really had to give in to the sound of his voice. And he could feel Miyuki's
thighs shaking over his thighs as well, just aching to close but Chris made
sure to keep Miyuki's legs spread over his. He could writhe and squirm all he
wanted, Miyuki wouldn't get away easily.
And as many times as Miyuki has gone through this before, it was never even
enough for him to get used to it.
His back arched as his hips shifted against the bed. That wasn't going to stop
Chris from moving his fingers deeper. Miyuki just about had to cover his mouth
because he was getting louder than he thought he should've. He really wanted to
have sex, there's only so much he could feel with Chris' fingers. He needed
something bigger to feel. The thought of feeling Chris deep in him actually
made his legs spread wider.
Chris' other hand dropped lower on Miyuki's body, his fingers trailing down
Miyuki's burning hot skin and leaving him shaking even more than he could
handle. Miyuki continued biting his lip to suppress his moans and whimpers but
it got to the point where there wasn't a reason to keep doing that.
"...Chris-senpai." Miyuki sounded desperate, like he absolutely needed Chris or
he'd fall apart.
Chris wanted to laugh at how needy Miyuki actually sounded but there was
something about the way Miyuki called out to him that made him want to give in
to the begging.
His lips pressed to Miyuki's temple softly, just barely enough for Miyuki to
feel the gentle kiss on his skin. Chris' arms tightened at the sound of
Miyuki's shaken voice; he couldn't just let Miyuki suffer on his own even if he
was the one causing it.
"I'm right here." Chris whispered.
Miyuki just thought he could melt over Chris at the sound of his low voice at
his ear; there was this unsettling chill that went up Miyuki's spine but it
made him so horny that he didn't mind hearing Chris talk to him like that for
the rest of his life. His body was quivering from the pace Chris fingered him.
His legs already gave out and he could no longer stop the shaking at his
thighs. He just couldn't wait. If Chris didn't fuck him tonight then there was
no reason to keep going with the unbearable pleasure.
"F-fuck me." Miyuki was demanding but he added "please" to sound polite towards
his senpai.
Out of the two of them, Miyuki was the most greedy. He wanted to feel Chris'
cock buried deep inside him. He wanted to feel all of Chris over him. The only
reason he should be moaning so loud is because Chris is fucking him so hard
into the bed that his hips break. Miyuki was just that desperate. The constant
fingering was enough to drive him mad. And if Chris wasn't going to do
anything, he would truly be miserable.
Chris didn't mind.
Sometimes he was mean to Miyuki. Sometimes he would tease Miyuki and leave him
a quivering mess without doing much more than fingering him. Right now, Chris
couldn't help but smile.
"Here?" Chris asked, his fingers slowing down to rub just at that one place
that could make Miyuki lose his voice.
Miyuki leaned back against Chris again, losing strength in his body the second
Chris took the time to finger him slowly like nothing else mattered. His eyes
rolled before he closed them and he let out a heavy groan that just barely got
caught in his throat. His mouth opened wide however and if he could he would be
moaning so loud everyone could hear him.
"Should I fuck you here?" Chris asked quietly while his fingers curled and
twisted.
Miyuki had a shrilling scream in his mind, like he was just about to lose it.
He was begging, shouting out yes like his life depended on it. But that was
also in his mind. The words barely made it to the tip of his tongue. He thought
he was asking Chris to go for it but it was all in his mind. His voice wasn't
silent but he sure wasn't talking.
The white hot feeling was lasting much longer than the first two times. Miyuki
wasn't sure if he could handle it again. If Chris actually did fuck him like he
asked before, this wouldn't feel like he was suffocating. His chest burned from
being filled with heavy air. His back arched again but Chris kept him in place,
keeping his legs spread and his arms away from his own body. Chris could feel
Miyuki's hips trying to grind on him, like his body was really begging for
something else.
And Miyuki's cock throbbed like when he usually cums. This time however,
nothing came out. Miyuki was still covered in the intense heat that came with
cumming but nothing else happened. His cock was still begging for the attention
that Chris wouldn't give. Miyuki's hands dropped to the bed and his body went
limp as the shaking continued. Chris kept his fingers knuckles deep inside him
like he usually does, feeling as his fingers got sucked in further.
Miyuki didn't try to move. His voice came out as soft moans but in his mind he
was as loud as he could be. The high feeling continued while he thought he was
cumming. It lasted so long that he began to get lightheaded again. He was
covered in his sweat, his body shinning against the light in Chris' room, and
he heaved out tight breaths that made his body burn from trying to hold it. The
cum from before stained the bed but there were no new stains to dirty the
sheets.
This wasn't the first time Miyuki has gone through a dry orgasm. It's
definitely not his favorite thing when it actually does bring tears to his
eyes. His body quivers to an uncontrollable end too. But as much as he hates
it, he knows how much Chris likes seeing him a mess so he endures it.
"You're...s-so mean f-for...no reason." Miyuki said weakly, his breath escaping
him.
"I'm sorry." Chris apologized sincerely yet he didn't mean it. Miyuki knew he
didn't either but it didn't bother him.
"Is this... all you're going t-to... to do to me?" Miyuki asked through his
shaking lips.
Chris planned on that being the end of their night, however, Miyuki was still
asking for more. He was a real masochist to endure the kind of pressure Chris
was actually putting him through. Miyuki just wanted to fuck, and he would be
persistent till the very end about that.
If Chris wasn't mean before, he was about to be now.
He pulled his fingers away from Miyuki finally, but he wasn't done. Sure he
didn't have his hands on Miyuki's body but he wasn't done. At least not yet.
"If you really want it that badly, just think about what I could do to you."
Chris said.
Miyuki rolled his tear filled eyes. This bullshit again. He wasn't too thrilled
about using his imagination. But he had to admit that he did want it. He had
been begging for a while now.
The only reason Chris would come down to making Miyuki just think about being
fucked is that he's not always going to be around to help. Soon he will be gone
and Miyuki just can't chase after him when he does leave. Miyuki still has this
problem of getting into his habit of rushing and it's not going to be a good
thing when he's by himself.
"You know where you like it. Just picture me touching you there." Chris said in
Miyuki's ear.
Miyuki closed his eyes slowly. His fingers gripped the sheets while he tried to
gain enough control and patience that would let him just think about being
fucked into submission. It took all the strength he had left. It's not like
imagining it is going to be like the real thing but for now Miyuki was going to
get as close as possible.
"Tell me how you like it."
Miyuki was quiet as he thought about Chris over him. He thought about how he
would be able to feel Chris' hands, large and warm, pressing down over his skin
and keeping him down on the bed while he moved. Miyuki didn't realize how far
he was sinking but it was enough for him to lose himself again. He thought
about how Chris moved, slow and deep, grinding hard, reaching to the hilt, and
making him tense up to the point he was arching off the bed. He thought about
Chris breathing into him, tasting him, kissing him.
"Deep-" Miyuki gasped, finally able to see it all. "Deeper..." He begged.
If Miyuki could move his hands, he would. He was tempted to close his legs but
that was the one thing he wasn't able to do. His fingers grabbed at the blanket
but in his mind, he was clutching tight on to Chris, his fingers dragging over
his back. Right then, Chris did hold him tighter and Miyuki fell deeper into
his imagination.
"Where should I touch you?" Chris asked in his ear.
Miyuki's legs were spreading wider over Chris' as if to answer his question. He
wanted to feel him between his legs, like always. His chest lifted as well
while he imagined Chris' hands over his skin. He breathed harder and tensed; in
his mind, he could see Chris' fingers trailing down to his stomach and moving
further to where Miyuki so desperately wanted it.
Fuck me. It was such a strong demand in Miyuki's mind. His mouth opened to say
the words. He hoped that Chris would be kind enough to actually do something
for him at the moment.
Miyuki's lips shook with Chris' name on the tip of his tongue. He so
desperately called out to him like he always did. Fuck me. But he just couldn't
add that last part. It was like he was so close but he just couldn't say the
words for some reason. Chris let his hands move on to Miyuki's skin; his
fingers pressed down over Miyuki's thighs and his palms dug in just as hard,
feeling the shaking in Miyuki's body. This wasn't new. Chris knew how sensitive
Miyuki could get at the inside of his thighs. Miyuki leaned his head back
further and let his moans drag on while Chris held his legs apart.
His eyes stay shut tight as he let his imagination run wild and free. He
thought Chris was holding on to him tight, grinding his hips into him just so
his cock could reach deep like Miyuki wanted. The different feelings flashed
through Miyuki's body for just a second since his mind pictured different
things, all the things Chris could do to him.
The worst part about this was that it wasn't real. Miyuki knew it wasn't yet he
relished in the idea that it was. His fingers gripped harder at the blankets
while he tried to close his legs. Chris wouldn't let him no matter how much he
tried. Miyuki's breathing picked, his chest burning while he gasped for air
through his open mouth. Miyuki thought that Chris was touching him, feeling
him, fucking him.
It was just such a sweet lie.
Miyuki cursed under his breath. His bit his tongue to keep his voice down but
the more he thought about Chris just going further, the more he wanted to give
in. His imagination was going so far that he couldn't stop it. It was like he
didn't need to actually feel anything. The thought of being touched was enough.
This is what Chris wanted for Miyuki. If Miyuki could feel this great just at
the thought of Chris being there, then there was no reason for him to worry
about Miyuki.
Chris was enjoying himself while Miyuki had his fun in his own little world. He
could feel Miyuki shaking non stop, he watched as Miyuki's breathing went
ragged from his extreme imagination. Chris' hands still held Miyuki's thighs
apart; he felt the need Miyuki had to close his legs just because he was so
close but Chris was cruel enough to grip him hard enough to keep them spread
wide. Miyuki wasn't sure what was real anymore. His legs always being spread
never changed anything. It didn't matter if it was real or in his imagination,
Miyuki's legs would always be spread for Chris.
Chris kissed Miyuki's skin, his lips moving on his neck and up to his jawline;
he kissed around while Miyuki jolted from the feeling of his lips. He tasted
the salt from Miyuki's sweat and it just made him want to taste him more. Chris
couldn't keep to himself. He kissed Miyuki's shoulder and the nape of his neck
where his hair didn't cover. And when Miyuki leaned his head back, he exposed
his neck for more attention that Chris could actually give.
The kissing was more than enough to send Miyuki over the thin edge. It was like
he fell into the hole filled with pleasure. And all this just showed that he
doesn't need to be touched to get by, he especially didn't need to be touched
by Chris to get by.
Miyuki leaned forward, his body curling up as he grabbed hard at the blankets.
He moaned out, his voice dragging on as he felt the dull heat throughout his
body. His thighs were shaking over Chris' but it's not like he could close
them; his legs tensed, his toes curled, his fingers dug into the fabric of the
blanket. Only for a second did his hips stop moving only to buck back as there
was more he was taking in and wanted to stay in place to feel it. His cock
throbbed impatiently and this time there was a bit of cum that fell over his
swollen skin. Reaching to that point was hell but Miyuki enjoyed the heat of it
all. He couldn't lie about that.
That was the hottest he's ever felt. He wouldn't have thought he could make
himself cum from just thinking about everything he wanted done to him. Chris
definitely got him to where he wanted him to be.
Before Miyuki could fall over, Chris moved his hands up on Miyuki's skin and
wrapped his arms around him to hold him up. Miyuki whimpered quietly at the
touch, his head swooning and making him feel like he was falling fast.
"I got you." Chris said kindly, his arms tightening around Miyuki again.
Miyuki sighed heavily while he breathed; he was still sweating and the fatigue
hit him hard. Chris putting his arms around him did not help with how he felt.
He didn't like how his whole body was shaking. It was just painful now.
"I told you that you don't need me anymore." Chris said.
"You're not... going anywhere." Miyuki breathed out.
Chris only smiled. How could he think that Miyuki would easily let go? He did
have a lot more time to prepare. It's not like Miyuki would just let Chris go
without anything more. For right now, Chris wasn't going anywhere and that's
all Miyuki needed at the moment.
Miyuki was so tired that he just wanted to fall asleep in Chris' arms. He no
longer had control of his body and it was going to take a bit of time before he
could move on his own again. Chris was laughing to himself, but Miyuki felt
Chris' chest move against his back. He wasn't going to ask why Chris would be
laughing but he listened to the sound of his voice.
That almost sent him spiraling into another imagination session that would
honestly end him for the night.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Chris and Miyuki can't do anything about getting caught together.
     They're obviously too occupied with each other to care much.
"...I was honestly just minding my own business when..." Kuramochi was trying
to talk to Miyuki but he was extremely distracted at the moment, more so than
usual. Miyuki had a habit of ignoring Kuramochi just to piss him off but today
was different. Miyuki was more distracted than usually and it wasn't on
purpose.
Kuramochi followed where Miyuki was looking with his own eyes and found that
Miyuki was staring at Chris and Sawamura who seemed to be getting along much
better than the past few days. Sawamura has never been so happy that his senpai
was giving him the time of day. Miyuki, however, was just not in the mood. He
forgot about practice, he forgot about everything as he stared at the two of
them, trying to figure out why it was bothering him.
Kuramochi hit Miyuki's shoulder to get him to snap out of whatever trance he
was in. "Hey." Kuramochi said plainly when Miyuki didn't move. He shoved harder
and this time Miyuki turned to look at Kuramochi, a bit confused on why he was
being pushed violently. "You okay? You look like you're going to set someone on
fire." Kuramochi said, trying to pretend like he didn't care, but he admitted
to himself that he was worried.
"I'm perfectly fine." Miyuki said through his teeth as he turned away.
Kuramochi wanted to laugh at the unsuccessful attempt. Miyuki was clearly not
in a good mood for the day, and it showed with how aggressive he was with
Furuya and Sawamura earlier. More so with Sawamura but he had his reasons for
that. Kuramochi crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Miyuki tried to
distract the attention away from himself but it wasn't helpful when Kuramochi
was staring hard at him.
"Anyway-" Kuramochi started again, wanting to get back to his story, but was
cut off by a loud shrill.
"Miyuki Kazuya!" It was none other Sawamura himself and he made his way over
with Chris. Miyuki just scrunched his nose up and narrowed his eyes while
Sawamura waved his hand in his face. "Catch for me." he said.
Miyuki was about to say no out of spite but he couldn't be that mean when Chris
was around, well especially when Chris was around. Sawamura looked incredibly
excited as he looked back between Miyuki and Chris. Kuramochi was watching all
three of them and there was actually a smile on his face. He knew there was
something going on yet he couldn't figure out what it was. Though it was still
entertaining to watch.
It was already late in the evening. The sun was setting and made the sky look
more orange with a tint of purple on the other side. Chris stayed late for
Sawamura, helping him practice to solidify his form for the game in two days.
Miyuki would have said something -not in a bitter way of course- but he bit his
tongue instead because he actually didn't want to ruin Sawamura days before the
game. It's not all the time Miyuki has restraint like that; he doesn't care
much if someone, or everyone, doesn't like him. But this time he did bite his
tongue.
Now he did have some words for Chris and he was going to wait till his moment
alone to say something.
For now, he had to stare at the excited kouhai in front of him, watching him
with the biggest brown eyes anyone could see. And Chris was behind him too so
that didn't make anything easier.
"If you want to practice later, I won't say anything." Miyuki said. "I hope you
find me before Furuya does though, I tend to give priority to better pitchers."
Miyuki added, a devilish grin appearing on his face as Sawamura got ready to
fight.
"Just you wait, Miyuki Kazuya-"
"Stop saying my full name." Miyuki interjected but that didn't stop Sawamura
from getting confident and boasting about his skill.
"-I, Sawamura Eijun, will show you why I should be ace for the team!" Sawamura
laughed loudly before running off.
"Anyway," Kuramochi tried to start again but he lost motivation. He sighed and
shook his head. "I'll just come with Sawamura or whatever." He gave a flimsy
wave and trudged away, following the over hyped pitcher off the field.
Now it was just Miyuki and Chris. Miyuki turned to look at Chris for a second,
wondering what was on his mind. He knows how proud he is of Sawamura, it's not
like Miyuki wasn't interested either since Sawamura was always full of
surprises. But the way Sawamura always looks up to Chris was just so unsettling
and made Miyuki think, for just a slight second, that he was losing his touch.
Of course everyone looks up to Chris. But when Sawamura is the reason Chris has
the light back in his eyes again, Miyuki just has to mention something about
it. Casually, of course.
"Senpai." Miyuki said.
"Hm?" Chris looked at Miyuki.
Miyuki was giving a warning stare but Chris didn't get it, at least not yet.
"You aren't cheating on me, are you?" Miyuki asked in a plain tone. Even if he
was joking, Chris couldn't tell.
So he replied in the same tone Miyuki had. "We aren't dating." Chris reminded
Miyuki.
They actually were not dating. Their relationship had no strings attached. Even
if they acted like they had more of a reason to get together, they weren't
going to. They could treat each other like they were actually dating but they
really weren't going to. The sex was great, that was about it for that topic.
Yet they were going to linger on it anyway cause clearly someone was going to
get asked out.
They stared at each other for a solid second, wondering what to say next. And
then Miyuki came out with his next statement, his face plain, his eyes dull,
his tone almost monotonic.
"Ask me out then." Were the words he so casually said.
Chris didn't even bat an eye lash to those words. They didn't scare him.
"No."
Miyuki narrowed his eyes. "Why? You don't like me?" He wanted to get defensive
but he couldn't find it in him to actually want to start a fight.
"Miyuki, if I ask you out, you'd say no in a heart beat." Chris pointed out.
And he actually was not wrong.
Miyuki would say no on the spot without hesitation. And Miyuki was waiting for
that chance, too. It's just that Chris beat him to it by rejecting him first.
"You won't know unless you try." Miyuki pressured anyway, trying to get Chris
to fall for his trap.
That didn't work either.
Chris had the softest smile on his face and the kindest look in his eyes. And
it was as if he was going to put all of his emotion into asking Miyuki out but
that didn't happen. "Why don't you ask me? I am your senpai after all." Chris
said.
Miyuki stared into Chris' eyes, the plain expression on his face returning. Now
he was thinking about it, as if he was seriously considering it.
Should he ask Chris out? It was a serious question to think about. If they even
started dating, there would be much more to handle than they thought. They're a
year apart, they're devoted to baseball, they don't have time for
relationships. They barely have time for sex now. How would they even be in a
relationship if they couldn't put time into it?
"No." Miyuki ended up saying.
"That's what I thought." Chris proved his point.
Miyuki still wanted to be asked out. Maybe it would show that Chris liked him a
little more than just to be friends with benefits but not enough to actually
get into a relationship. Miyuki already has that infatuation with his senpai
but for it to give him the courage to want to get into a relationship with him
was something different. He wasn't confused, he would prefer being friends with
benefits.
But after how long they've been together, he wanted Chris to show just a little
more interest.
Chris hadn't thought about it until Miyuki brought it up. And that's what made
him think that he might've been neglecting Miyuki a little.
It has been almost two weeks since they've done anything. Even just touching
took too much time. And Miyuki already did have his inability to masturbate
problem. He hadn't touched himself either because there was no point if Chris
wasn't there to watch and help.
Two weeks of just built up frustration. Two weeks filled with horny thoughts
and desires. Two weeks of two high school boys staring at each other,
desperately wanting to do something but couldn't because they were too busy to.
"Ask me out." Miyuki said again.
"No." Chris turned to walk away and of course Miyuki would follow.
Miyuki wanted to be the one to say no. It wasn't fair that Chris wouldn't give
him the attention for it. Miyuki doesn't get rejected, he does the rejecting.
The statement came up more often than not. In the midst of silence, Miyuki
would tell Chris to ask him out and Chris would reply with the same thing
because Miyuki was just as capable of asking Chris out as well. Neither of them
would give in, and it got to the point where it got them more sexually
frustrated than anything they've experienced together.
Who would've known?
While waiting for Sawamura and Kuramochi in the indoor practice ground, Miyuki
and Chris found themselves unable to let go of each other. Miyuki continued to
demand that he was asked out by his senpai but his voice would get quieter and
quieter as Chris got closer to him.
Miyuki's uniform was undone. His white pants were on the ground and so was his
jersey. The only thing he had on was his undershirt and blue socks. Chris
already got Miyuki's hat off, and it won't be long before Miyuki's glasses fall
off his face either.
His back was pressed against the wall, his legs wrapped around Chris' waist but
he could barely hold them there just because he was shaking so much. Chris
gripped the back of Miyuki's thighs to hold him up against his body while he
was thrusting into him. It's not like Chris to be rough but for some reason, he
was into hearing Miyuki call out his name so loud that it could attract outside
attention; Chris was honestly just so in love with the sound of Miyuki's voice
that it made him want to thrust harder. His lungs filled up with Miyuki's
scent, making him want to breathe in even more.
The way Chris began leaving kisses on Miyuki's skin made Miyuki believe that
there was a possibility that Chris might like him more than he thought. There
was no way Chris could leave marks on his neck and shoulder and not like him a
little more than before. Miyuki was indulging in the idea.
He really wanted to hear the words come out of Chris' mouth.
Chris wanted the same but from Miyuki.
Neither of them would get their way if they continued to be stubborn. They
cared so much about who asked first even though they would both say no
regardless. It was just hearing the words that would count more.
"You're not going to ask me?" Chris was curious to know if Miyuki would give up
and go for it.
And Miyuki was about to. He just didn't want to resist, especially with the way
Chris asked in his ear. Chris' voice was so low, too. And it wasn't helping
that he was fucking Miyuki's soul into submission. Miyuki was about to ask if
Chris would go out with him cause what better moment to ask than when he's on
cloud nine, about to black out from feeling so good?
Chris almost had enough power to get Miyuki to do anything.
Just almost though.
Miyuki didn't cave enough to get the question out. He thought about it, like he
would beg Chris to say yes since in the heat of the moment, he wanted
everything.
"S-senpai." Miyuki moaned loudly which wasn't like him.
He couldn't help it.
His body was shaking all over. He could barely hold on to Chris with his hands.
And every time he felt like he was falling despite Chris holding on to him, his
legs wrapped tightly around his waist for just a few seconds before he couldn't
hold them like that.
He was losing himself quickly.
"Ask me." Chris sounded like he was demanding it. That just brought shivers
down Miyuki's spine.
He was so into how dominant Chris sounded that he thought he would've just came
right then and there.
He covered his mouth quickly when he thought he was going to ask. He wasn't
sure if it would be humiliating or not but it would definitely make him sound
needy and Miyuki was not in the mood for that argument again. He opened his
eyes but he couldn't focus enough to pay attention to whatever he was looking
at. Chris had all his attention, especially with the way he was talking in his
ear.
Chris might've been crossing the line but Miyuki didn't have the strength to
say anything. His fingers just tightened over his face to keep his mouth shut
and his moans muffled. Chris kissed his neck hungrily while he fucked Miyuki
hard against the wall.
Chris moved to see Miyuki's face, what wasn't covered by his hand. The part of
his cheeks that wasn't covered was bright red, and the blush extended around
his face and to his ears. Miyuki knew that Chris was staring at his face and
that's what made him open his eyes to glare at him.
Miyuki just hated how he was about to give in.
His fingers were digging into his own skin, trying to keep his voice down
because he was getting too loud. Chris wasn't fazed by Miyuki's glare, it just
made him want to move faster and reach so much deeper that Miyuki wouldn't be
able to stand it. Again Miyuki was slipping and it was so easy to fall for
Chris over and over again as if it was like breathing.
After so long, now Miyuki was craving for more than just sex. He just would
never say it.
Chris somehow knew but he wouldn't push it too far. For now, he could only give
Miyuki the attention he needed. And along the way, he could tease Miyuki too,
just to see him blush bright red.
When Chris was about to cum, he let go of Miyuki's legs and pressed his hands
on to the wall. He planned to move away, to pull out so he could cum but Miyuki
was quick to wrap his legs around Chris' waist again, keeping him in place so
he couldn't move too far. He wanted to be filled up, he enjoyed it more than
that empty sensation he got when Chris pulled out. He would rather feel Chris'
cum inside him. That's why his legs stayed around him tightly. His hands moved
as well; his arms wrapped around Chris' neck, holding on for dear life since he
really thought he was losing it. Chris didn't flinch from how hard Miyuki was
pulling on his hair.
Miyuki couldn't keep his voice down. For that second he barely breathed, the
second that he thought he was drowning. Now he expects the intense feeling but
every time it happens, he can never prepare enough. Chris tried to be still but
he was shaking too. He was having just as much of a hard time as Miyuki.
They moaned out loud as they came. Whatever they were feeling lasted much
longer than usual but it was so good that they tried to keep it going as long
as they could.
Miyuki's eyes fluttered as he tried to focus again. His hands still had a tight
grip in Chris' hair but now it was for no reason. The only part of his body
that loosened up enough was his legs; he spread them again to give Chris room
to move away so he could stand on his own. His thighs were shaking and his
knees buckled but he held on to Chris so he wouldn't fall.
The cum that was spilling between his legs didn't make him squirm
uncomfortably. It's not the first time he had Chris' cum spilling out of him.
It definitely won't be the last time.
Even though Chris was out of breath, he found himself kissing Miyuki's neck,
his lips trailing on his skin and tasting the salty sweat. Miyuki moved his
head up and Chris kissed higher at his jawline and going up further to his ear.
Miyuki was too tired to say anything about how enthusiastic Chris was being. If
he wasn't careful though, there might be an instance where Miyuki does jump
back on Chris again just because he doesn't want to control himself.
All the kissing was enough to make Miyuki swoon for the rest of the night.
Forget all the fucking, kissing was his new favorite thing to do.
He just didn't want it to stop.
They almost spent the night away tangled around each other. Then they
remembered that people actually come to practice where they were and if they
didn't leave they would get caught quickly. Not that Miyuki cared but Chris
did. They did leave together but their night didn't end there, at least not so
easily.
It wasn't till the next morning that their night together was apparent.
Chris did his best to cover up any visible marks on his skin. His uniform could
only cover so much. And Miyuki, well he wasn't much of a show off but he didn't
put in that much effort to hide the hickeys on his neck. His weren't as dark as
the hickeys on Chris' neck. He wished they were but he settled for now.
They didn't get that much attention at practice but there was only one person
acting a little weird.
Kuramochi made his way over to Miyuki without saying something. He was actually
trying to find the best way to put his thoughts to words because this was about
to be serious. Kuramochi kept his hands behind his back and rocked on the balls
of his feet, just waiting for Miyuki to ask what's going on or what he wanted.
"Need something?" Miyuki asked.
"You're actually glowing today." Kuramochi pointed out. "Did you go to bed on
time or something?"
"What do you want, Kuramochi?" Miyuki wanted him to get to the point.
Kuramochi continued rocking on his heels and he looked around, still trying to
find the right words. He didn't want to just come out with it.
"Well," Kuramochi rolled his eyes around and got a little closer to Miyuki.
"Remember when you said we could come find you last night so Sawamura could
practice some more?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"We did find you." Kuramochi said.
Miyuki thought for a moment because he didn't understand. Then he really did
remember that he was so busy last night that he didn't even think about
practicing with Sawamura.
Then he remembered he was with Chris in the indoor practice ground.
His eyes widened as he looked over to Kuramochi quickly. He didn't think that
they were spotted. Then again, he did say that Sawamura and Kuramochi could
come find him if they were interested. They didn't show up last night but
that's what Miyuki thought.
Apparently that's not true.
"Sawamura got so mad that he just about started crying." Kuramochi laughed
loudly when Miyuki finally got it. "You should've seen his face when he saw you
two." He laughed harder.
"Kura-"
"I had to drag him away so he wouldn't do anything stupid."
Now Miyuki had to find a way to not piss off Sawamura anymore than he just did.
If only Miyuki focused on what he was doing instead of letting himself get
swept away. No. If only they chose a different location instead, somewhere they
could hide and have sex in secret. He didn't expect to be seen, then again, he
was going to take responsibility for it.
"So tell me." Kuramochi moved his arm up on Miyuki's shoulder and leaned
against him. "What's the sex like?" He asked, a wide smile on his face. Miyuki
could only roll his eyes. "It was super clear that you were enjoying yourself."
Kuramochi said.
The teasing was about to begin and Miyuki was going to pretend like it wasn't
about to bother him but Kuramochi could get under his skin as well as Miyuki
could to anyone else.
"'Ah, Chris-senpai, ahn!'" Kuramochi mocked, trying to hold back his laugh and
make it sound like he was actually moaning but he just burst into laughter
anyway.
Miyuki was growing red.
"Thank you for the greatest experience of my life." Kuramochi got off Miyuki.
"And good luck with Sawamura, you're definitely gonna need it." He laughed
loudly as he walked away from Miyuki, glad that he could make him suffer for a
few minutes.
Now Miyuki had more to deal with and he didn't want to. He considered that it's
time that he and Chris get more secretive when it comes to the public sexual
activities since they got caught by the only person that would truly hang this
over their faces for the rest of their lives.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki decides to show a little affection in a dirty way.
Chapter Notes
     I hope you find a s/o that shows you as much attention as Miyuki does
     to Chris' dick
Sawamura was still mad about what he saw a couple days ago. He thought Chris
was being corrupted by a horrible tanuki catcher. He isn't wrong but his choice
of words were strong and a little demeaning. Sawamura paraded himself around
Chris like he usually did, but sometimes Miyuki would get the cold shoulder for
what seemed like no reason. And then there was Kuramochi who made constant
comments that wasn't needed. He was actually enjoying himself knowing that
there was something going on between Chris and Miyuki; it's not like it was
shocking but it sure as hell was funny to Kuramochi. All of what happened was
between him, Sawamura, Chris, and Miyuki. For now. Neither Kuramochi or
Sawamura would tell anyone else just for the fun of it, although it would be
fun to hang it over Miyuki's head for a little while.
There was loud talking coming from outside the mess hall. Everyone knew who it
was so that's why no one turned around to gawk at the loud voice. Miyuki didn't
let his lack of patience show. Today wasn't the day. But Sawamura would never
know that.
Miyuki was about to ask Chris to go somewhere else so he could escape the
terror that was Sawamura Eijun. He had to admit that competing against him for
Chris' attention was a little strenuous. Miyuki pretends he doesn't care but
deep down -incredibly deep- he does care and it does bother him. He was so
close to getting Chris to leave with him, but he was too late.
"Chris-senpai!" Sawamura was the one to shout loudly to get his senpai's
attention, waving his hand in the air while he smiled widely.
Both Chris and Miyuki turned to look at Sawamura, but Sawamura only had eyes
for Chris. He had a glove in one hand and a ball in other, grasping it tightly
just as if he was holding on to his life. And he smiled so happily just because
Chris was giving him the time of day.
"If you aren't busy, we could practice together." Sawamura was hopeful.
"Sorry, Eijun." Chris apologized, "I actually have something else to do in a
little while." He said.
"That's okay, Chris-senpai-"
"I'm not busy." Miyuki cut in just to hear what Sawamura would say.
Sawamura almost lost his smile. Well, for a second he almost lost his smile.
Then it faded as he looked at Miyuki, a sort of glare in his eyes. Not only was
he not in the mood to stare at Miyuki, he was not in the mood to actually ask
Miyuki if he would catch his pitches. Maybe just for today. He didn't know how
long it would take for him to forget what he saw, but he was considering it
betrayal.
Chris was the only one out of the loop. If Miyuki mentioned that Sawamura
happened to see when they were having sex, they were never going to have sex
for months. So Chris was curious why Sawamura looked incredibly strained.
"Hm." Sawamura cocked his head to the side and looked Miyuki up. "No thanks.
I'm busy, Miyuki." he said as a vague excuse.
Miyuki didn't make a face. He stared at Sawamura and Sawamura stared back,
almost wanting to say something as disrespectful as he has in the past few
days. Miyuki wasn't sure how far Sawamura was going with it. "Where's the
'senpai' for me?" Miyuki asked.
"See, about that," Sawamura dragged on but he turned away to leave.
Chris looked at Miyuki, a little confused and concerned. It's just worrying to
see that Sawamura isn't interested in practicing with Miyuki. There was no
reason for Sawamura to turn down the offer but he did. Chris had to know why.
"What did you do?" he asked.
Miyuki just laughed and changed the subject. "Where are you going later?" he
asked, referring to what Chris told Sawamura before.
Chris moved his hand up to his shoulder and lifted his arm around. Miyuki
rolled his eyes and shook his head. There were more things he wanted to bring
up about Chris' injury now. Clearly, his arm was getting better.
"You know, I think you're slacking on the sex." Miyuki pointed out. "All the
sweet talk doesn't make up for how you refuse to be rough with me." he crossed
his arms over his chest and waited for Chris to say something, an excuse that
would get him out of that situation.
Chris shrugged, not really sure why Miyuki was complaining. "I don't know what
to do about that."
Miyuki thought that answer was complete bullshit. He flailed his arms around a
bit and sighed loudly. "Like, I don't know, pull my hair, spank me, grab my
neck or something." He groaned. "Damn, Chris, what is it going to take to get
you to be rough with me?" Miyuki was serious.
Before Chris could give another excuse for not wanting to cause Miyuki
unnecessary pain, Kuramochi passed by, bumping into Miyuki roughly and making
sure that they both knew it wasn't an accident. He had a disgusted expression
on his face, a reaction from hearing Miyuki beg for Chris to do stuff to him,
stuff that Kuramochi shouldn't hear.
"You're fuckin' gross." Kuramochi said to Miyuki as he walked by with his tray
of food.
When Miyuki turned back, he saw Chris shrug like there was nothing he could do
about Kuramochi being disgusted by what Miyuki just said. It wasn't anything
knew though since Miyuki was always saying outrageous things like that. Chris
knew that Miyuki was closer to the other side of freaky during sex but it never
really pressured him to do anything. It was one thing to have fun during sex
but Chris was always careful not to hurt Miyuki. After all, they aimed to play
sports professionally.
It would be terrible if they ended up having to retire early from some
unfortunate, unexplainable accident.
"I just don't want to hurt you." Chris said with a weak smile on his face.
Of course he doesn't. Miyuki rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel any better-
"
"It won't."
"-I don't mind." Miyuki finished despite Chris not actually feeling better
about it.
Chris could in fact keep up if he needed to. Miyuki's affinity for rough sex,
or just rough sexual activities in general, didn't really bother him to the
point that he would always refuse to do anything that might make Miyuki's
pleasure more intense. Sure he didn't like it as much as Miyuki did but he
could do it if he was in the mood for it. He was just the type to be gentler
because he wanted to be.
Who says being rough was the only way to reach that intense sense of pleasure?
Chris has been proving that wrong since the first day he's been friend's with
benefits with Miyuki.
"Okay." Chris was actually giving in for today. "But today isn't the day to-
" Miyuki wasn't paying attention to anything Chris said.
Miyuki just snatched his hand and was leading him off somewhere else just
because he could. The fact that Chris just agreed to the idea was enough for
Miyuki to get that burst of energy he needed to want to do something fun before
Chris heads off for the evening.
It was definitely going to be much needed fun.
Chris didn't ask where they were going or what they were going to do. It could
be sex. It could be something else. Miyuki has remained restrained for days
now; he hasn't dropped his pants once since the day they were caught by
Sawamura, but it's not like he hasn't indulged in other things.
There was the kissing, and the frotting, the excessive sex talk that could
really blow someone's mind to bits.
Miyuki had enough of the silence between their relationship and finally wanted
to do something about. He especially wanted to give Chris the chance to give in
to the urge of being rough because Miyuki knew that urge existed. It may be
deep down, but it was definitely there.
Miyuki pulled Chris along somewhere where they shouldn't get caught. But who
knows, someone could come find them. It's not like they were hiding well
enough. Miyuki didn't even glance around to see if anyone was near by or not.
Once he got Chris behind the equipment shed, he just went for the pants.
Not his own, but Chris'.
Miyuki got down in the squatting position he knew so well and moved his hands
to the front of Chris' pants. His fingers pulled down Chris' white pants when
he got his belt undone. He was eager to go in Chris' underwear as well. When
did he last do this again? It was so long ago that he couldn't remember. And to
be honest, he thought he should do this more often, suck Chris off that is.
Miyuki had things he liked doing like Chris did, and close to the top of his
list was blow jobs. Miyuki stared at the cock that was throbbing in front of
his face. It really has been a while but that wasn't going to stop Miyuki.
He chewed on his lip while he thought how he should go about actually doing
something. There was just so many things he could do and he wanted to do all of
it. Miyuki bit his lip harder as he watched the cock in front of him throb
again, veins pulsing, the tip already covered in precum. After that second, he
couldn't resist moving closer to let his lips press on Chris' skin, kissing the
same part of him that could do wonders.
Slowly, Miyuki's lips parted, and he moved his head forward slightly to let
Chris' cock move in his mouth. Just around the tip got to feel Miyuki's lips
close again. And his tongue flicked against his skin lightly before he opened
his lips again. Miyuki didn't mind the taste on his tongue, in fact, he loved
it so much that it drove him to get more.
He didn't move his head far. His lips rubbed at the tip of the swollen skin,
feeling more cum drip on his tongue. Miyuki honestly had to keep his thoughts
to himself today. If Chris knew what he was thinking about right at this very
moment, he would obviously be worried about Miyuki, enough to actually put a
stop to what was going on between them. Miyuki's thoughts ran wild anyway. His
focus was only on the cock that graced his lips and pulsed against the tip of
his tongue.
Chris wasn't sure where to put his hands, if he should put them somewhere, and
how. Clearly Miyuki's hair was up for grabs but Chris didn't think it was a
good idea to just start pulling at his hair when Miyuki has barely done
anything other than giving his cock more attention than needed. Chris also was
not going to settle for grabbing at the air when he felt that sort of tingle in
his body that left him breathless.
If Miyuki wasn't being so affectionate at the moment, Chris would know what to
do. But the attention was a little much and confusing as well. Chris didn't
know if he was turned on but his body was definitely feeling it.
It was that gaze Miyuki would have when he pulled away far enough, just to look
at the slightly wet cock that was touching his lips. He looked hungry. Chris
could tell since he's seen that look before. Miyuki's intense gaze didn't
change until he finally opened his mouth again, not too wide, only to let his
tongue out to lick Chris' skin; his tongue trailed underneath and licked all
around, craving the taste of Chris' skin.
Miyuki loves it. His mouth waters at the taste.
And now his lips part even more to take in Chris' cock further. His lips
wrapped around the thick cock in front of him and he moved his head down
further. The breath he held escaped him but it wasn't enough for him to pull
away again. He went down more until he could feel Chris' cock at the back of
his throat.
He gagged just because it was so sudden but controlled the urges that made him
want to do it again. Chris stopped thinking for that second when Miyuki gagged
since he felt it; the way Miyuki's tongue tried to push up against him, the way
Miyuki's mouth continued to pool with saliva, the way Miyuki's throat moved
when his mouth was too full, Chris felt all of that. And he would have
recovered faster if Miyuki hadn't decided that the gagging wasn't such a
problem. Chris breathed harder and tried to resist.
He really did try to resist everything.
But Miyuki pulled away again, releasing the saliva soaked cock that was in his
mouth, and took a deep breath to regain strength again to go down once more.
Strings of his saliva stuck from his lips to Chris' cock but he didn't wipe
them away. Chris couldn't resist that strong gaze Miyuki had, just staring at
his cock like it was something amazing.
Chris took a fistful of Miyuki's hair between his fingers and brought him
forward again, wanting to be enveloped in the heat again before the feeling
went away. Miyuki wanted to smile, and for just a second, the ends of his lips
did curve upwards, but after that his mouth was too full to show his sudden
enthusiasm or appreciation for Chris' enthusiasm. He could only get one glance
up at Chris' face before putting his attention back to the cock that stuffed
his mouth. Chris' hands were pulling harder in Miyuki's hair, wanting to keep
him down further but not having the heart to.
He was so conflicted at the moment.
It was either face fuck Miyuki or let him enjoy having fun on his own. Chris
couldn't decide.
Both options sounded great at the moment.
Chris didn't let go, however. His fingers gripped Miyuki's hair but he didn't
try to force Miyuki into him. Miyuki could do that on his own. And he did. His
mouth widened, and he swallowed more of what he could handle. He leaned his
head back enough to feel Chris reaching further in his throat.
And if Chris was feeling like it, he could honestly throat fuck Miyuki until he
couldn't speak.
He was aching for it, his cock was throbbing for it. The sounds Miyuki made,
the way he gripped Chris' thighs as he struggled to breathe, the way his saliva
dripped from his mouth just because he couldn't hold it, everything was driving
Chris insane. And when Miyuki gagged again, Chris felt his throat close around
him for a second, but it was enough time to get Chris to move forward; he was
losing his control and for once, it was not bothering him.
Miyuki gagged again and again. His fingers were clawing at Chris' undone pants.
His eyes were filling with tears from not being able to breathe. His throat was
full of the one thing he loved, bulging and widening as he tried over and over
again to contain his urge to keep gagging. The tears spilled over his cheeks
but it didn't make him want to move. The burning feeling in his throat, not
from just Chris' flesh but from the gritty sensation that was beginning,
brought more tears to Miyuki's eyes.
There was no better reason for him to cry.
He pulled away before he could really suffocate, well Chris was generous to
release his strong grip so Miyuki could pull away.
Miyuki took his first gasp since his mouth was full. His eyes were hazy but his
gaze went right back to the cock in front of him, wet and glistening from his
spit. His cheeks were brightening and heating up; the tears hadn't dried yet,
more flowed from his eyes but he was in no way crying from the struggle. The
scratchy feeling in his throat made him swallow over and over again. He didn't
wipe the drool from his face. He didn't even wipe away the few strings of
saliva that still connected from his lips to Chris' cock. He gazed down at the
swollen flesh, seeing the veins throb and the skin pulse.
He wanted it again. He wanted all of it in his mouth again. He wanted to taste
Chris' skin and feel the warmth that filled his mouth.
Miyuki didn't know how long he would be able to stay down the way he was. He
didn't feel like moving on his knees; his thighs were obviously used to the
position, but he wanted Chris to be able to do more with him, that is, if he
felt like it. And Miyuki couldn't just break the concentration he had. His
infatuation was much thicker and could not be broken until he reached the very
end.
Chris let go of Miyuki's hair, but he was still touching him. The palms of his
hands were pressing against Miyuki's cheeks, feeling the intense heat and tears
on his face. He wanted to take off the glasses but he remembered how many times
he's cum on Miyuki's face with the glasses on. That was a sight to see. Chris
had to be careful; Miyuki was clearly ruining him and it won't be long before
Chris might actually stumble from the weakness.
He had to pray to some higher being that Miyuki didn't suck his soul out of
him.
He saw the look on Miyuki's face. He saw how Miyuki looked at his cock. Just
that strong gaze was enough to light another fire in Chris and it burned bright
too. Miyuki had no idea that Chris was so into what he was doing, just watching
closely to the point that he could cum from just the sight of him down below in
front of him.
Miyuki let his tongue trail Chris' skin, taking this second to breathe in as
much as he could. His hand let go of Chris' thigh and took hold of his cock
instead, stroking slowly while his tongue licked lower, reaching to the
stiffened balls that throbbed for attention as well. Miyuki didn't mind giving
all the attention he could give; this was the most he's enjoyed himself.
This was no longer just a blow job, even Chris knew that.
His heart wouldn't be beating so fast if there wasn't anymore to this. He
wouldn't have a hard time controlling himself if there wasn't anymore to this.
He was easily a mess, and this time it was concerning. He didn't think that
Miyuki's gaze at just one part of his body would get him so horny. Chris bit
his lip hard to keep in his moan but the sound rumbled in his chest, an obvious
sound that Miyuki knew well. Chris wasn't going to be able to hide his pleasure
for long.
Miyuki moved again, this time taking in Chris' cock in his mouth once more. He
thought he was more prepared, at least enough to last longer.
Like before, he made it far enough that his face pressed into Chris' skin. He
didn't struggle to breathe this time but it won't last long. He kept his mouth
open wide and his jaw relaxed as he could so he could move his head, letting
Chris move his hips so he could fuck his throat.
And Chris did move his hips to do exactly that. He couldn't help it now, he
just had to.
His hands moved from Miyuki's face and stayed in the air, his fingers tensing
and straining just like the rest of his body. Miyuki gagged again and Chris
jolted from feeling the tightness for a few seconds. Miyuki's eyes lifted to
see Chris' face and was obviously satisfied with the view. He wondered what his
own face looked like, if he should be worried or not. His mouth was full of
cock so there was nothing else he could do.
Chris leaned his head back, moaning louder from his open lips, and let his
hands move in Miyuki's messy hair again, this time moving his hands faster so
he could thrust into Miyuki's stuffed mouth. It was the warmth and wetness that
made him want to continue to be surrounded by Miyuki's mouth. He was so close
to cumming, and his body was going numb from it. Miyuki could tell by the way
Chris' cock throbbed that he was extremely close.
When he gagged again it was forced to feel what Chris would do.
He didn't expect for Chris to cum from just that though.
Miyuki didn't have the chance to pull away when he felt Chris spill in his
mouth, in his throat. He swallowed the semen that poured from Chris, his throat
closing again to wrap around Chris' skin. Even while Chris was cumming, Miyuki
gagged again, his own body jolting forward and making him grip hard on to Chris
so he wouldn't lose his balance. Miyuki honestly couldn't get enough. The look
in his eyes basically said he would do this all over again to get to the end
result. His throat moved as he swallowed over and over again, still feeling
Chris' cock pulse hard in his mouth while he finished.
It was a rude awakening for Chris when he realized how rough he was with
Miyuki, even though it truly wasn't rough enough. He wasn't worried however.
All he could do was move his hands from Miyuki's hair, as if to say that he was
taking back everything that just happened.
Miyuki moved slowly, pulling his head back and keeping his lips wrapped around
Chris' cock that began throbbing even harder. He could feel the pulsing on his
tongue and it made him want to stay right where he was. Chris actually cursed
under his breath since Miyuki was trying to take it too far. Chris didn't have
the strength for Miyuki to play around. Now he was going to need a long while
to recover from whatever Miyuki did. It was like he saw heaven for that time
Miyuki had his mouth on him. How the hell was he going to go back to being
normal with the memory of Miyuki's mouth replaying constantly in his mind?
Miyuki finally let go. His lips opened and he moved far enough to release the
eager cock from his warm hold of his mouth. He kept his lips open for Chris to
see the inside of his mouth. Proof that he did swallow everything that Chris so
generously gave to him.
If that wasn't going to turn Chris on, then there's nothing else that will.
Miyuki's lips curved upwards into a sly smile because he got Chris to blush
hard from the embarrassment. All that wasn't supposed to happen today. Chris
wasn't disappointed but he was definitely weary of what Miyuki might do next.
He had to be somewhere but it was obvious that Miyuki had more planned before
he left.
Before Miyuki could say something, he hiccuped softly and frowned.
"Shit..." he wasn't too happy about that.
"See. That always happens." Chris pointed out quickly. It has happened before
and Miyuki never learns from it. Hiccups weren't going to stop Miyuki from
giving Chris the affection he definitely deserved.
Although, it was going to be awhile before the soreness in his throat went
away. His jaw was in pain as well. He thought he should've gotten used to it by
now but he guessed wrong.
"That won't stop me." Miyuki said, determined again, his fingers wrapping
around Chris' cock so he could start all over.
Chris looked horrified, his gaze down at the monster in front of him, the same
one that had a devilish smile on his lips. Chris might be able to handle a lot,
even from what Miyuki makes him endure, but this was something else. The cock
worship crossed the line. If Chris couldn't get used to it, he would fall
victim to Miyuki's sweet trap and to be honest, it wouldn't be the first time.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     There's no one Miyuki would get on all fours for other than Chris.
     There's definitely no one else Miyuki would keep his legs spread for
     other than Chris. That wasn't going to change.
Chapter Notes
     Just more sex ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Chris lifted his hands into his hair that was already down. His eyes closed and
he took a shaky breath while he remained as still as he could. Sweat dripped on
his skin, his face, his arms, his bare chest. His body practically glistened.
He kept thinking to himself that he needed to keep his hands up but he also had
another place he could put his hands, if he felt like it. Instead, his hands
stayed in his hair for a second, his fingers gripping harder as he looked down
to see what was getting him so flustered.
There was another body in front of him, just as hot, just as tired. Miyuki kept
his head down but his ass remained up in the air and he moved his hips on his
own to grind against Chris which he so willingly did. His red and grey baseball
t-shirt was pushed up to expose his back and the marks on his skin; that was
the only thing he wore besides his blue socks. His glasses were laying on the
pillow; it's not like he needed them at the moment so he took them off a while
ago. His legs were spread, and every time he moved himself back against Chris
to feel his skin, his thighs shook and it was even more difficult to keep
himself up so he could grind his ass more and more. His hands gripped the bed
sheets, his fingers about to tear holes from how hard he was gripping.
Chris didn't attempt to touch him, at least not right now. Miyuki was enjoying
himself and Chris didn't want to stop that yet. He also needed a moment for
himself too. There were times where he got tired, and Miyuki wanting to take
the lead was a good thing, though he does it more often than not. Chris was
letting Miyuki sway his hips, rub and grind against him, shake his ass a bit
just so Chris could really feel it.
Miyuki had tricks too, he just wanted to show them.
The stress had been piling up on them for weeks. Miyuki was tense but he never
really showed it so the only person that knew was Chris. Just two more games
till nationals. Miyuki wasn't sure what he wanted to think about, but he had to
admit he was stressed.
There was more, too.
Everyday gets closer to when Chris actually has to leave. Sure there was a long
way to go for that, but that was also stressing Miyuki out.
"...I still don't know who I should ask about this." Miyuki was more than
concerned.
The thought of Chris being gone constantly crossed his mind more often than
not. His attachment was getting much stronger just because he didn't feel the
need for Chris to go anywhere.
"I could ask Sawamura, but he would ruin everything you've worked for." Miyuki
sighed quietly to himself and closed his eyes.
Sawamura would ruin Miyuki, that was for sure. And Miyuki already knew of his
habit to rush things when it came to masturbation, Sawamura would make that
even worse. There was no doubt about Sawamura being rough, Miyuki just thought
Sawamura would take it to a whole new level of wild sex since that first year
definitely has the energy to do anything.
So Miyuki had to say no to that suggestion. He had another person to consider
but already he had a concern about him too.
"If Furuya fucks like how he pitches, he'd murder me." Miyuki added while he
rocked his hips.
No control, probably no rhythm, but a definitely hard and fast pitcher. Miyuki
used that to make an inference about how Furuya might treat him during sex, if
they did have sex.
Then he started to think about Kuramochi, someone that possibly knows him
better than anyone. If anything, it would be the most casual relationship he'd
ever get into. He actually liked Chris enough to consider going out with him,
but there was no way it would turn out to be more than just sex with Kuramochi.
The question lingered on Miyuki's mind for less than a second. He had to put a
big fat no on that suggestion. They call Kuramochi cheetah for a reason and
Miyuki knew that his fast running definitely was not it.
Miyuki sighed again. There was a heavy breath that escaped his lips and he let
his head rest on the bed as he moved himself. He wasn't frustrated but he was
tired. This wasn't the only thing on his mind and when he tried to remember
that he shouldn't worry about something as trivial as masturbation, his mind
just went right back to it. He could get over the sex, but there was no way he
would be able to get himself off without being near Chris. It just felt better
that way. When Miyuki opened his eyes again, he was staring down at the bed,
seeing his fingers grabbing so hard at the sheets.
There has to be someone else that would be able to help him when Chris is gone
because he's going to need it. He thought of the other pitcher, the nicer one,
the one that would have enough intelligence to understand that Miyuki was more
difficult than he looked. That said pitcher would of course be able to learn
fast. There was just one thing about him that didn't set Miyuki off.
"Nori is too nice." Miyuki said and closed his eyes again, thinking about the
pitcher that may or may not be his next victim.
Miyuki didn't seem satisfied with the choice anyway. He wanted someone rougher,
maybe meaner. He wanted someone that would know what to do since there was no
way he would have the patience to teach them. What does he know anyway? He
won't make it far on his own despite what Chris believes.
Miyuki stopped moving his hips for a second, needing to take the time to
breathe and let his strength build back up again. His back arched as he moved
his hands flat on the bed so he move his hips slower when he had the strength.
Miyuki was lost in thought and he was distracted by the casual sex. There was
so much to think about and then there was Chris who was barely doing anything
at the moment. He didn't put his hands on Miyuki just because he thought he
didn't need to. When Miyuki has it handled, Chris let's him go for it.
But Chris needed Miyuki to keep moving before he had the idea of putting his
hands on him again. This time he feels like he might be too rough; his body was
so into the heat and he wasn't sure what to do with his hands.
No. He knew. He just wasn't sure if he could go for it or not.
Miyuki took a breath and wiggled his hips again, getting Chris' attention. "I
want someone who will put me in my place." Miyuki has yet to find someone like
that.
Well, other than Chris.
Right on cue, Miyuki's head lifted from the strong grip in his hair. There was
a smile that was curving on his lips, and he closed his eyes while Chris'
fingers kept fistfuls of his hair between them. It wasn't a shock when Chris
took over, thrusting into Miyuki like in the beginning when they started. He
was moving harder though, his skin hitting against Miyuki's with every thrust.
"J-just...like that!" Miyuki moaned, his smiling getting wider. There was
nothing better than getting his hair pulled.
At least Chris is willing to give him what he wants.
It's not every day he pulls on Miyuki's hair and fucks him so hard that he goes
blind but those days when he does are absolutely the best.
Miyuki loved taking it from behind. If he could hide his face always, he would.
This is one way to do that. But there were other reasons, too. Doggy style has
always been his favorite position ever since they started doing things
together; it always felt better when he had his legs spread, too. He'd keep his
back arched and move his own hips to feel Chris' cock inside him. When he's not
the one doing the work, he's grabbing on to the bed for dear life like usual.
Chris would have his days where he gave in, just fucking Miyuki hard till he's
a whimpering mess.
If he's lucky, Chris would pull his hair hard. Or keep him pressed down on the
bed. Or grip his ass so hard that he has bruises later. And if the universe was
on his side, Chris would do all three and ride him till he couldn't take
anymore of it.
It was days like these that Miyuki enjoyed the most.
Chris' pace slowed down and that just made Miyuki sway his hips for more
attention, grinding and rolling harder to get Chris to speed up again. Even
Miyuki's begging moans weren't enough to get Chris to ride him longer than he
really should. Miyuki was just going to have to take over again, but there was
nothing wrong with that.
Chris loosened his grip in Miyuki's hair because he thought he was pulling too
hard. Miyuki just leaned his head the way Chris' palm moved, wanting to keep
that firm hand in his hair just because he liked how it felt. "You don't need
anyone to replace me."
Not that Chris was jealous but Miyuki has been focusing too much on who he
would fuck next cause he won't last long on his own. The fingering wasn't
always enough, he needed something to fill him. How was he going to solve that
problem when Chris is gone? Miyuki needed to know there was someone else there
who could help too.
Chris has time left with Miyuki and he was definitely prepared to use it.
Miyuki wasn't paying attention at the moment. He really was focusing on not
losing himself first since he wanted the sex to last longer. Chris' hand
gripped Miyuki's hair again, pulling his head back to provoke an answer but
Miyuki was too far gone already. His focus was just on the sex now, how good he
felt, how much he needed it, how he could just beg for more.
When Chris moved his other hand to Miyuki's waist, he lifted Miyuki's body
slightly just to bring his ass back against him and grind like Miyuki likes it.
Miyuki sure as hell did like it. He had to cover his mouth to control his
moaning but even that wasn't enough. He bit his fingers but that wasn't enough
either.
At some point he had to give up. His hips no longer moved and his shoulders
relaxed. Finally. Chris might've been pulling his hair, fucking him so hard
that he was blind, but this was the first time Miyuki had little to no stress.
He definitely liked it rough.
"If y-you're jealous, you c-could always just ask m-me out." Miyuki managed to
say with one breath.
They both still lingered over getting into a relationship or not. It was clear
Miyuki wouldn't do anything else or go to anyone else if Chris just asked him
out. Miyuki would still say no but the question itself provoked loyalty.
Chris couldn't say he was jealous. Jealous wasn't the right word.
His hand let go of Miyuki's hair and pressed down on his shoulder, his thumb
rubbing the nape of Miyuki's neck. He pushed down on Miyuki, making him stay
down on the bed so he could fuck him harder. Miyuki's fingers tensed in the
sheets as his body shook but he could somehow still breathe calmly.
"I didn't think you'd want to be in a long distance relationship with me."
Chris wasn't shocked but he didn't think Miyuki would be that open to it.
That sounded way too good to be true so Chris was a little skeptical.
He was going to leave soon, well soon enough to get Miyuki thinking about how
he was going to survive on his own since there's no way he could touch himself
without struggling.
"I'd do anything with you." Miyuki said before letting his face press into the
bed to muffle his moans.
It might've been the sex talking but Miyuki wouldn't lie about how he felt
about Chris. And he really would do anything for, to, and with his senpai.
Chris couldn't hide how pleased he sounded by Miyuki's words. It's not like
Miyuki could see the dear smile forming on Chris' lips, his eyes brightening
even more than usual. It wasn't condescending, as if to say that Miyuki was
being childish for wanting to hold on longer or attempt to find a replacement
early. Chris actually liked that Miyuki was planning so hard already; the
clinging was cute, too. Miyuki was so indecisive that it made Chris smile.
It just almost made Chris want to ask Miyuki out. Mostly to relieve the stress.
But he wasn't going to say he didn't like Miyuki, because he did. He really did
like him. All the sex and getting close wasn't for nothing.
But with friends with benefits, there are no strings attached. And both of them
didn't want those strings attached for any reason even if they liked each
other.
The idea was nice though.
That was about it, however.
Miyuki didn't have enough energy to think about anything else at the moment.
His fingers clawed at the bed as his teeth gnawed at the undone blankets. Chris
didn't move his hand in Miyuki's messy hair, instead he kept his hand down on
Miyuki's back, feeling his hot flesh that burned at the touch.
He could see the sweat at his neck and his back where his shirt didn't cover.
His fingers felt it, too. Chris touched Miyuki delicately, as if he could
break, but the way he moved his hips said other wise. Miyuki has never tried so
hard to keep his voice down before. The fact that Chris was doing this for him
just made him really want to moan out and ask his senpai to fuck him harder.
It just didn't happen. The words were on the tip of his tongue but Miyuki
struggled to speak. It was just moan after moan after moan. There was no use
now.
When Chris couldn't resist, he moved over Miyuki's body and bit his neck harder
than he usually does. That could've made Miyuki cum, and he was so close to
doing it but he did his best to hold it just because he wanted this to last so
much longer. He moaned harder into the bed, the sound of a happy uke when he's
getting everything he wants. And Chris didn't stop there. He was sure to leave
more marks.
Even over the ones from the night before, and the night before that, and the
night before that.
Miyuki had hickeys from days before. They covered his neck and collarbone. If
he were to pull down his shirt, he would expose the bite marks on his chest and
around his nipples. The day he got hand prints on his ass was the day he
decided his life was complete. The bruises and hickeys on his thighs and around
his hips brought him joy too. Now Chris was marking him up more.
Would anyone else be able to show him this much? Chris would honestly give
Miyuki's body so much attention.
Miyuki was moving his hips back again to feel Chris reach deeper inside him.
And if he was being honest with himself, he loved the sound of skin slapping
together. But he mostly did it to feel Chris' cock inside him more. His hips
continued to rut against the bed, and the friction against his own cock made
him do it more.
Chris was being generous.
His fingers were moving around Miyuki's neck, feeling how his throat moved when
he swallowed and breathed; Chris lifted his head up, too, just so he could hear
Miyuki's voice. Not a day in his life did Chris think he would ever choke
Miyuki, even now he wasn't going to do it. His hold was soft, his fingers
barely rubbing his skin. Miyuki thought that was just as good as suffocating
him. He didn't need anymore than that.
Miyuki was so close now. His body burned with the desire to cum. The feeling
was there and if Chris kept fucking him the way he was doing, it was going to
happen fast. Miyuki wanted to make this last longer but he could feel how close
Chris was too, and it wasn't going to be long before Chris came as well.
Miyuki's body tensed up again, his body trying to arch while Chris kept him
down; his hips were grinding against Chris, grinding against the bed, and he
tried to reach that moment of bliss that came every time he did something.
It did come quickly. As Miyuki drowned in the white hot sensation, his hips
began to shake and he lost his breath in the moment. What made it so much
better was that Chris didn't stop thrusting into him. Miyuki thought he would
be able to move his body around, it felt like he could move his body around,
like lift his legs, clench his hands, push his head down to hide his voice, but
everything he thought he was doing wasn't happening. Miyuki had to bite his lip
to keep in his shrill of a moan; his teeth were pressing down so hard that it
was almost enough to draw blood. His cum stained the sheets and he could feel
it on his stomach as well when he rubbed against the bed. Chris didn't stop for
a second even when he felt Miyuki's body trembling under him.
He moved up, giving a few more thrusts before pulling out quickly to yank off
the condom around his throbbing cock; it didn't take even one stroke for him to
get over the edge. His fingers trembled as his hips shook slightly; he indulged
in the idea of still being inside Miyuki, being able to cum inside him, being
able to feel Miyuki clench around his cock as he spilled everything he had.
That's what really made him cum hard. His cum fell over Miyuki's ass and shot
up to his back, leaving a trail of white on his skin.
There was actually no better sight than Miyuki on his bed, his thighs
quivering, cum marking his skin as it spilled down his thighs, hickeys all over
him even in places that couldn't be seen if he was fully dressed. Chris could
hear Miyuki's soft voice muffled by the bed sheets he bit so hard into, hearing
the sound of his name coming from Miyuki's mouth.
Miyuki didn't try to move. His body still trembled but he didn't move. He
breathed heavily though he kept his face down to hide the redness of his
cheeks.
He didn't think to close his legs either. The only person he would keep his
legs spread for was Chris.
There was no way he would be able to find someone else.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     What sight could be better than Miyuki fingering himself up on Chris'
     desk?
Chapter Notes
     Smut, smut, smut. Kudos and comments are greatly appreciated.
The door to Chris' room was locked. It's been locked for hours. It was enough
trouble to get his roommates to go somewhere else but now Chris had to deal
with a horny kouhai that seemed to have even more trouble getting himself off.
Miyuki always had that problem. There was nothing new about that. Chris would
have to sit through it and see if Miyuki would have enough patience with
himself.
There was just one more game till the Seidou team makes it to nationals. There
was nothing that could stress Miyuki out more than that. He planned to come
over to Chris' room just to share notes and thoughts about the pitchers, and
Miyuki planned to invite the other third years as well.
None of that happened.
Miyuki's stat notebook was laying on the desk, right on top of Chris'. He was
sitting up on the desk as well, his legs spread wide, no pants and no
underwear. One hand remained between his legs, his fingers knuckle deep inside
himself. His thighs were shaking hard but he kept his legs spread as best as he
could so Chris could see.
It's been days since he's shown himself this kind of attention.
He leaned his head back against the wall and moaned. His voice was climbing
quickly in pitch and he breathed heavily against the fire in his chest. He
lifted his sweatshirt with his other hand, still getting the need to touch
himself more; his fingers were rubbing over his chest, imagining as if Chris
was the one touching him.
By now, Miyuki has a pretty damn good imagination.
He could imagine anything happening to him. Tonight, he pictured Chris fucking
him into the bed, yanking at his hair, biting him hard enough to leave bruises.
His imagination was making him weak. The more he pictured what he wanted, the
more he wanted to beg Chris to do it. What would be the harm done anyway? All
Chris had to do was drop his pants, right? Miyuki was desperate. Chris could
hear it in the sound of his voice, with the way he moaned, with the way he
breathed. Miyuki was shaking from constantly being at the edge but never
getting over. Every time, he groaned miserably and would try again to get close
enough to cum, only to lose the feeling seconds before and having to try once
more.
Chris didn't want to touch him tonight, he didn't see the need to. He could
watch Miyuki touch himself all night to be honest, and there was nothing
stopping him. Even seeing Miyuki struggle as he fingered himself, reaching the
edge multiple times but not being able to make it over, that made Chris smile.
For some reason, he enjoyed seeing how focused Miyuki was and how much effort
he put in to trying to make himself cum. Miyuki was trying so hard.
He just couldn't seem to get it on his own.
Miyuki swallowed the lump in his throat; the nervousness that came with
anticipating if he would make it or not was what made him conscious. "Chris-
senpai, p-please." Miyuki was begging for help. He's been begging for a while
now.
Chris was just so close and all he had to do was lift his hand to help Miyuki.
He was close enough to lick him, too. That's if he wanted to do it. He was in
the perfect position to, right between Miyuki's spread legs. It was definitely
a sight to see Miyuki up on the desk with his spread legs and it would be even
better if Miyuki could masturbate on his own. Chris was fine with watching
Miyuki try to take it on his own.
"No." Chris said firmly, trying to get Miyuki to understand that tonight he
wasn't getting any help.
Every time Miyuki asks, Chris denies him. Miyuki could whimper and beg all he
wants but he won't get far.
"Please." Miyuki tried again anyway. He leaned further against the wall, his
fingers moving fast into him and making his body go limp.
Chris had to repeat himself. The same firm "no" came from his lips. He was
serious about not helping Miyuki.
There hasn't been a day where Chris seriously had to keep telling Miyuki that
he wasn't going to do anything. Usually Chris caves and gives in. Today was a
different story. Miyuki was going to have a difficult time with the way Chris
refused to help him.
Miyuki had to admit his frustration was getting worse. The stress relief was
not working.
"After all this time, you're still forcing it." Chris said, his hands moving to
the inside of Miyuki's thighs, the place that he was the most sensitive.
Miyuki thought that he wasn't forcing it. He believed his body was going with
whatever flow he was feeling but that's not what it looked like to Chris.
Miyuki hasn't relaxed once ever since he so confidently said he could make
himself cum without any help. He basically has to eat his words now.
Miyuki shook his head and moaned again, a low hum at his throat. He still
thinks he knows what he's doing but he was seconds away from begging Chris to
help again, despite knowing the answer.
His urges reached deeper than just being able to use his imagination to get
help.
He needed Chris more than ever.
"T-touch...me-" Miyuki whimpered, cut off by his moans.
Chris had to resist again. He would like to help but Miyuki would get nowhere
if Chris used his hands on him. Maybe a little teasing might be good but he
could easily cross the line if he wasn't careful.
Nothing came from Chris' mouth. He didn't answer to Miyuki's continuous plea
for him to do something. It was like Chris was ignoring him, right up close and
personal. Miyuki was really longing to be touched so he didn't stop asking for
it. He needed the help and didn't understand that he wouldn't get it from
Chris.
He tried to keep himself going though. His fingers curled, twisting and
turning, rubbing around while being clenched tightly. He was already spread
wide enough for three fingers, and he could take that easily but he used two
for now. Two was just fine. If Miyuki really wanted to be filled up, he'd be
begging for Chris' cock right at the very moment.
Miyuki closed his eyes and tried to imagine more. In his mind, he was riding
Chris, rocking and swaying his hips so he could feel Chris in places that would
make him scream. His hands would be pressed down on Chris' chest, being able to
trace his skin. Miyuki would move to a steady rhythm but ache to move faster,
to feel his thighs quiver from pushing himself too far for too long.
Miyuki was practically drooling. His body didn't give up but he was getting
tired. His head lolled to the side and his sporadic breathing made him ache for
air more. His fingers were moving faster, doing their best so he could cum.
He's been dripping for a while now but his orgasm has yet to grace him. He was
struggling to make it. He could imagine the roughest sex he's ever experienced
in his young life but that wouldn't be enough to get him through.
Begging didn't seem to help much so Miyuki thought he should demand that Chris
do something.
When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw the look in Chris' dark eyes.
Now it just made him wonder if he should come out with his demand.
It's not like a powerful glance would stop Miyuki from asking for what he
wants.
"I swear to God, Chris, if you don't touch me we'll never do this again." It
was an empty threat but it's the fact that Miyuki tried that count.
Chris wasn't going to take the bait on that one. And just because he wanted to
tease Miyuki and have a little fun, he rubbed his hands on the inside of
Miyuki's thighs, getting closer and closer to where Miyuki desperately wanted
him to be. Miyuki's legs ended up shaking; to him, it just felt like Chris was
adding on to what he was trying to deal with. He could feel Chris' calloused
hands holding on to his skin, pushing his legs further apart because his legs
always needed to be spread.
Miyuki whimpered and leaned his head back again. "You're s-so terrible."
Miyuki's voice shook.
"Sorry." Chris said half-heartedly.
Miyuki was still trying. He's still bringing his fingers deeper, wondering if
there was anymore he could do to actually get himself to cum. His cock has been
throbbing for it for the longest time, aching for that sweet release that
happens when Miyuki is fingered to no existence. Today he didn't understand
what was taking him so long.
Was it because Chris was watching? Maybe because he wasn't helping.
Miyuki's body is so accustomed to Chris' touch that it matters when Chris isn't
touching him. It's like everyone else's touch is useless, including his own.
Would anything change if he was on a bed instead of a desk? Would Chris just
rip off his clothes and go for it if they were somewhere else? Right now, none
of that mattered. The door was locked so it's not like anyone would be able to
bother them. Chris was resistant as well, having more control and restraint
tonight than he's had before.
He won't be here for long and if Miyuki can't get used to that, then he's not
going to survive. And Chris would actually prefer if Miyuki didn't go to
someone else for help. Although it doesn't matter since they aren't dating and
they don't owe each other anything.
But Chris tried hard to get Miyuki ready for his disappearance. He also had to
admit that he liked watching Miyuki struggle. The young prodigy wasn't good at
everything.
Miyuki tried damn hard. And he thought he was getting somewhere. If only he
could make it over that thin edge. It just seems like every time his body has
to have a reason not to want to get over the edge. It's clear Chris isn't going
to help, might as well just go for it on his own.
After so long, his body began to sweat. His face was bright red from the heat
and from pushing himself to his limit so many times without results. He was
tempted to take off his sweatshirt but he couldn't lift his arm to take it off.
He couldn't even move his body off the wall. His legs continued to shake on the
desk, shaking and trembling uncontrollably as Chris' hands moved over his
thighs. Miyuki closed his eyes tight and locked his jaw; he was so close and he
begged and prayed this would be the last time because he doesn't think he has
the strength to go through this again. He was so tired. His body was constantly
tensed, constantly arched, constantly burning.
There was not much more he could take.
"Relax." Chris told him, hearing the sound in his voice.
Miyuki was forcing it yet again, trying to rush it since he believed that he
wasn't going to make it. He wasn't if he continued at that reckless pace.
Despite being told to, Miyuki couldn't relax. His fingers reached deep yet he
felt like he was at a standstill again, his body not making it to orgasm. He
was so fucking close and it was driving him mad that he couldn't get it over
with. He tried hard but it didn't seem to work.
Miyuki needed the help, desperately. Even just the slightest touch from Chris
could make all the difference. "P-please, just-"
Chris moved his hand over Miyuki's, feeling the back of his palm and how his
fingers moved.
"Relax." Chris said again, pulling Miyuki's hand back slightly so his fingers
wouldn't be so deep into him.
Miyuki's orgasm completely broke him.
Just one slight movement got him drowning in heat. Finally. After all that
time, Miyuki is finally rewarded with that sensation he's been dying for. And
all Chris made him do was pull his fingers back so they would rub where Miyuki
actually liked it; there was no reason for him to be knuckles deep, at least
Chris thought so. He let Miyuki suffer for so long until finally caving to give
him the solution to his problem.
Miyuki didn't need anymore than that.
He gasped for air as his entire body felt the unsettling chill that came with a
full thrust of heat. He tried to remain still against the wall but he felt as
though the spasming would make it hard to so he stopped trying immediately. His
hips lifted into his hand, his fingers still where Chris had moved them. For
that entire time, Miyuki couldn't see; he swore he opened his eyes but they
already rolled back while he tried to blink away the stars.
This would've been the perfect moment for Chris to touch him. Even a simple rub
would've shot Miyuki up to the moon.
Chris could just watch though. The trembling in Miyuki's body was nothing new.
The way he tried to keep himself down was nothing new. Miyuki opened his mouth
wider to moan, his voice coming out just as shaky as his breath. What Chris
actually liked to see was the smile that formed around Miyuki's lips, the ends
curving upward into an approving smile.
He could've been worn out and tired but that was the best part. Feeling his
body sting and drown in heat was the best part. No wonder Miyuki was smiling as
he orgasmed hard.
And his cum fell on the desk. His skin was covered in it, too. His wrist, the
swollen flesh of his cock. There was enough to pool on the desk.
It took him a while to come down from his intense high. Chris had his hands on
Miyuki again, feeling his strong thighs shake over and over again. Miyuki
thought he was so sensitive that he was afraid to move his fingers. Anything
else and he would have to go through the amazing suffering again. His body
couldn't handle it, not tonight at least.
"You don't need me anymore." Chris pointed out, a soft smile on his face since
he was proud Miyuki could handle himself.
Well, handle himself enough to get to the point that mattered. All Miyuki
needed was a little shove in the right direction.
Miyuki rolled his eyes. He didn't think the point of being friends with
benefits resulted in this. Chris was supposed to be the sex relief. There is no
way Miyuki would be lucky enough to get through everything else by himself. One
day he will snap.
"Now we can do it, right?" Miyuki asked, being greedy.
If he could get something thicker than his fingers to fuck him hard, that would
be great.
It didn't look like he was ready though. He looked more of a mess than when he
has sex and that's a lot to show for. His legs were still shaking with his hand
between them. He continued to breathe hard and he had no choice but to speak
slowly. His head still swooned from the dizziness and his vision was as fuzzy
as ever.
Yet he was asking to have sex like he wasn't about to pass out right on the
desk.
Chris laughed. Miyuki was always like this and today was no different. "I'd
rather watch you struggle." Chris said because Miyuki was definitely struggling
at the moment.
"Wow, okay, you sadist." Miyuki leaned his head back on to the wall. "Don't
touch me anymore. I don't need you." Miyuki smacked Chris' hand from his thigh
and closed his legs.
"So you don't want to do anything else?" Chris asked, teasing Miyuki since he
never says no.
It doesn't matter the place or time. Miyuki will never say no. Even now, as his
body trembled and as he struggled to breathe, the thought of riding Chris was
the best suggestion he's ever gotten.
"You should just put me on that bed there and fuck me." Miyuki smiled widely.
"Always so straight forward." Chris sighed but he had to admit that he was
interested in doing whatever Miyuki wanted now. He got up from his chair and
placed his hands down on his desk as he leaned closer to Miyuki. "I'm sure
there's nothing wrong with keeping you on the desk." he said lowly, and that
made Miyuki's heart flutter.
He almost bit his lip too hard at the thought of it. And Chris being sexy was
just not good for his heart. Miyuki could've fallen over right then and there.
In his mind, he was freaking out, but on the outside, he was still composed and
collected, looking Chris in the eyes as if he could take that challenge.
Kiss me. That thought was screeched in Miyuki's mind. Just fucking kiss me, I
swear to God! He was sure that Chris knew what was happening. It wasn't hard to
guess, not when Miyuki kept glancing back and forth between Chris' lips and his
eyes. As much as Miyuki wanted to put his foot down and demand that Chris gives
him more of what he wants, he kept it to himself instead.
Miyuki opened his legs and moved his hands so Chris could do whatever he
wanted. That's how it always was. Miyuki would never just not do it. That would
literally go against every single bone in his body. A smile formed on his lips,
the idea of being fucked hard on the desk reaching his mind and making him so
horny that he could last another round.
Maybe two or three.
There was nothing wrong with that.
The strings weren't attached, at least for them, and that's what made it so
much better. Miyuki could keep his legs spread for as long as he wanted for
Chris without feeling anything else about it.
Well, other than all that insane pleasure.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Summary
     The third years have retired and now Miyuki will see less and less of
     Chris. For now, not a lot changes between them besides how much less
     they see each other.
Chapter Notes
     I'm going to leave this here for your enjoyment. Kudos and comments
     are very much appreciated.
It's been a while since Seidou lost to Inashiro. The third years have already
retired and switch rooms, practice has slowed down, and things have gotten
quieter. A lot has changed to the point that everyone just needed a little time
to adjust. The lost felt heavy, like the defeat dragged weighed down on
everyone's shoulder. Just for a little while, some of the members were more
despondent than others. The taste of defeat and knowing what it was really
going to take to get to Koshien was the only thing that kept the current
members going.
The days were slow for now. Everyone had their own rut to get out of. Some made
it out faster than others. Time was the only thing that could heal the wound
defeat opened up.
It was quiet in Miyuki's room. The lights were off but the sun's rays were
piercing through into the room from the blinds of the windows. The air was
still just as it was quiet. There was nothing that could brighten the mood of
the dim room.
There were just two people in the dorm room, close to each other while sitting
on the bed. For most of the time, they were quiet, not having much to say about
what happened recently.
Miyuki has been a little worried for the past few days but he hasn't admitted
it to anyone yet. He would prefer to keep it to himself. He's had a lot more of
the burden to carry since the end of the final game.
He stayed with Chris for a little while, just needing some time to think and
put things together. He sat close to him, his legs over Chris', and his arms
wrapped around him. Chris had his arms resting on Miyuki's legs, his hands
holding his waist loosely. Chris has been just as concerned but for Miyuki
since he's had a lot to handle. He'd watch to see if Miyuki would change his
expression but Miyuki's face remained absent. His thoughts were else where and
Chris was concerned. He actually hasn't seen Miyuki so deep into his own mind
before and Chris wanted to know what he was thinking so hard about.
Miyuki will never admit it, but the change is weird and he hates it.
"Is it wrong for me to worry so much?" Miyuki asked, breaking the silence after
finally putting his thoughts together.
The question has come up before and Chris didn't answer since Miyuki was just
ranting. He had to get this off his chest and he wasn't much for just talking
about everything that bothered him. Chris was patient and listened because
Miyuki had more to say.
"I mean, should I really be captain?" Miyuki asked, having his own crisis. That
was one thing that made him think extremely hard.
Chris didn't have anything to say so he let Miyuki talk on his own.
"I don't know if that's a good choice." Miyuki continued. "I get that I should
be on the same level as Harada but I...just don't know." He said and sighed.
He's been thinking hard about this for days but that wasn't the only thing on
his mind.
"Can you talk to Sawamura for me?" He asked, another sigh coming from him as he
looked away. "He's having a hard time too and it would be great to get words of
encouragement from someone he likes." He explained, his voice getting quieter.
"You're just as important as I am." Chris said.
"That's not what I'm saying." Miyuki responded without a second thought.
If Sawamura had to listen to one person, it would be Chris. It will always be
Chris. Since Sawamura has been struggling with the yips, it would be helpful if
Chris said some kind words to him. Sawamura would absolutely let it go to his
head, but at least he might be able to get out of his rut, too.
Miyuki sighed again and put his head down on Chris' shoulder. "I don't know
what's happening." He mumbled against Chris' shirt.
Miyuki never really doubts himself. There was no reason to doubt himself.
Everyone has their tough days, and he's going through his. A lot has been
happening and he really has to get through every day one day at a time. It's a
bit harder now that Chris isn't around to help with stress relief. Deep down,
Miyuki has been having a difficult time but he doesn't express it much to
anyone except Chris.
"I'm sure everything will turn out fine." Chris said, hopeful like he always
is.
"You're already gone." Miyuki pointed out since that was not fine at all.
The third years have retired. Now what? What's supposed to happen now?
"I haven't graduated yet." Chris told him. "And you don't need me anymore." He
added because it was true.
Whether it's for advice with the pitchers on the team or the other part of the
relationship where they get each other off, Miyuki didn't need Chris anymore.
He was far enough along, in both areas, that he didn't need help from Chris.
There had to be a reason why Miyuki was extremely stressed by Chris leaving.
It was bothersome to the point where Miyuki would literally cling to his shirt
because he didn't want Chris to go anywhere. And he'd do it casually, too, like
there was nothing to notice. But he really needed Chris to stay, at least until
he could really handle being by himself.
Miyuki had to give himself more credit. There were days where he didn't need
Chris. Those were his good days. Then sometimes he would have his quiet moments
and wonder where Chris went, only to be reminded that he's not here.
"You know, I don't want to talk about my problems." Miyuki sighed yet again. "I
just want to have sex so my problems go away." He said.
Chris laughed. "Your problems won't go away, Miyuki-"
"It's a nice thought, okay." Miyuki was moving up closer to Chris, his arms
tightening around him and pulling at Chris' shirt.
Chris was moving his hands over Miyuki's back, feeling the curve of his spine
under his shirt. His fingers trailed down lower to the elastic part of Miyuki's
sweatpants and slipped in slowly, even inside his underwear. Miyuki didn't
tense up when Chris' hands got lower than they should've.
It was definitely something great when Chris began kissing Miyuki's neck.
Miyuki had a thing for the way Chris kisses him; he has a lot of things he
enjoys doing and being kissed is one of them. It always takes a while for Chris
to get on board with something but finally, he could kiss Miyuki until he was a
giggling mess. Miyuki just wanted to fall back on the bed and let Chris fuck
him for the rest of the afternoon.
And that was such an amazing idea, too.
But now, Miyuki can no longer disappear for a half hour or four hours. He has a
team to lead, it's his responsibility.
Miyuki lifted his hand to hit Chris' arm lightly so Chris could remove his
hands from where they were. It was Miyuki's conscience telling him that he had
somewhere to be. Chris was free for the entire day but Miyuki wasn't which was
a shame in his mind.
"I have to be at practice." Miyuki said, bitterness in his voice.
They wouldn't have the time to do whatever they want to each other as much as
they wanted to do that. Miyuki didn't have that much time left before practice
started. Now that he was the captain, he really did have to be there to lead
the team especially at this delicate time.
It was that sort of sweet but terrifying burden.
Chris wasn't going to complain about not having that much time to go above and
beyond with sex. It's probably one of the rare times Miyuki has something to do
and actually stops the idea of sex reaching his mind. But still, Chris kissed
Miyuki's neck anyway because he could feel Miyuki squirming every time he
touched him.
Slowly, Miyuki was about to give in to the idea. Chris was reaching lower,
kissing his throat and making him tilt his head back. There was a sigh that
came from Miyuki's lips, but he has never been so hesitant in his life. He
swallowed the lump that rose to his throat and tried to focus on Chris kissing
him because this only happens on the extremely good days when Chris feels like
breaking out of his shell.
What was Miyuki supposed to do now? He seriously just wanted to stay wrapped
around Chris for the rest of the day.
"I thought you wanted to have sex." Chris said quietly, his breath on Miyuki's
skin; he kissed him again and Miyuki was about to change his mind as quickly as
he could.
Miyuki just wanted to have the hottest sex ever, something that would get him
so wrecked that he would forget everything about his life. He needed time to
forget about his responsibilities and obligations and what better way to use
that time than by having hot sex?
Miyuki was incredibly disappointed when his conscience won over. "I do." he
said, a little sad that he was still choosing to go to practice. He had to be
there no matter what.
He had this desperate need to spread his legs for Chris since Chris was the
only person he would do it for. Today just wasn't the day for that. Miyuki
thought of something else they could do since he did have twenty minutes he
could kill.
They might not be able to have sex but they could do other things that weren't
that time consuming.
Miyuki lifted himself up more on Chris' lap, moving on to his knees so he could
straddle him. It was obvious that he had a boner, and that was just from
thinking about sex for five seconds. He had to settle in his mind how hot sex
was with Chris even if it was the most casual thing he has ever experienced;
just thinking about it could get him incredibly hard. Chris didn't laugh but
there was a smile on his face as Miyuki shifted in front of him.
Miyuki wasn't sure what he wanted but whatever it was would be well worth it.
Chris let his hands hold Miyuki's waist tighter just to pull him closer and
bring him down on his lap. Miyuki sat obediently on Chris' lap and felt the
boner that pressed against the inside of his thigh. Unlike Chris, Miyuki
couldn't help but laugh.
"Really?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "I didn't think you'd be
just as horny."
"I'm not as pure as you think I am." Chris said.
"Oh, I know." Miyuki said, a slight tone to his voice. And he has two years
worth of evidence to prove that Chris really isn't as pure and kind as people
think he is. "You're definitely not innocent, Chris-senpai." Miyuki moved his
hands into Chris' hair, taking handfuls between his fingers as he adjusted
himself.
They were grinding against each other already, moving their hips and grinding
to feel the friction of their pants against their skin. Both of them were
already moaning as well. If this was the only thing they could resort to with
so little time, they were going to do it. And the more they moved, the better
it felt.
"We haven't...done this in...two years." Miyuki said slowly before he lost his
train of thought.
All the grinding, the rubbing, the shaking, they haven't done just that since
their awkward days, when they were just figuring things out about each other,
when they started their experimenting, when they weren't sure what they were
going to do about what they felt, if they felt anything at all. They didn't
even know what friends with benefits meant at the time but they were always
grinding up against each other since that was the only thing they knew how to
do.
Some things just don't change.
Miyuki was going to settle for this today. His body was in the mood to be
fucked, but his conscience said other wise and he was fighting hard for both of
what he wanted. Chris didn't have to think hard about anything. He could fool
around as long as Miyuki could and that was it. Miyuki was envious.
There was nothing more he wanted than to strip down to nothing and get Chris to
be as rough as he possibly could be.
So Miyuki was going to have to settle for the grinding. That was fine too.
The friction was enough to get him going. Chris was pretty active, too. They
were both desperate for a little more. They clung to each other, their hands
holding tight wherever they were and they moved their hips to grind on each
other with their pants still on. They could feel each other through their
clothes; the closer they got, the more they felt and they liked that a lot.
Miyuki would do anything to just push his pants down to expose himself. He
could feel the bulge that was pressing against his own, rubbing against his
own. His cock twitched with the desire to be let free but the friction was good
enough that Miyuki didn't want to take anything off yet. This was the first
time he didn't remove all his clothes despite wanting to. This was the first
time he didn't attempt to take off Chris' clothes and he really wanted to to
that.
They weren't going to stop till it got too hot and heavy.
Till they were gasping for air and sweating.
Till their hips were shaking and their thighs were throbbing.
It wasn't till Miyuki was close that he realized he could do this all day. And
that's not a good thing when he has somewhere to be. It was like everything he
had planned shattered and all he wanted was to stay in his room with Chris. His
body was screaming for it.
His fingers were gripping Chris' hair to remind himself this was actually real.
His hips were rutting faster, feeling Chris going at the same pace too because
he couldn't hold back. Miyuki took deep breaths, but it didn't take long for
him to forget to breathe. When he did breathe, all he could think about was how
close he was to Chris and how he didn't want to move away. His fingers just
ended up holding tighter and his hips rolled harder.
Chris was lifting Miyuki's shirt up, his hands feeling Miyuki's hot skin
underneath; his fingers trailed slowly up his back, bringing up his shirt until
his hands were close to the nape of Miyuki's neck. Chris could've taken
Miyuki's clothes off, Miyuki definitely wanted Chris to remove his clothes but
he didn't. He had to suppress the urge.
He found himself kissing Miyuki's skin, his cheeks, his jawline, his neck,
everywhere. And Miyuki could only give in to what it made him feel like. It
made him feel so incredible.
Today was the first day Miyuki forgot to hide his moans. Today was the first
day he didn't think about controlling himself and trying to keep his
expressions to a minimum. He's been with Chris too long to care about things
like that now. He just wanted to moan out because everything that was happening
now got him so excited.
There was even a smile on his lips. He could hear Chris' moans, too. Nothing
got him hornier than that.
Miyuki moved his head, his body rising up slowly so his hips could rock more to
the sloppy rhythm they've established. His forehead pressed against Chris' and
they both breathed hard against each other's skin. They've always been that
close, like they couldn't get any closer but they could.
Just kiss me. Miyuki has been saying that to himself a lot lately. Kiss me,
kiss me, kiss me! He never says anything, never asks, never demands. His subtle
cry for attention wasn't going to get him far.
Chris knew. He just wasn't going to do anything. It was always better to make
Miyuki want it more. The torture was sweet and painful.
Miyuki's fingers held Chris' hair hard enough but he didn't force him closer.
They could've been inches away, centimeters away, but he wouldn't force it. He
finally got the advice he's been told for a while now.
Once they were both close, they didn't stop moving. Their hips continued with
the irregular rhythm until it was just shaking and trembling. Their fingers
tightened over each other in their place, and for a second, time stopped.
It didn't matter who came first since both of what they felt lasted a while.
They came in their pants, soiling the front area as if it wasn't already.
Miyuki had this need to move and close his legs but he wasn't going anywhere
with the way Chris held him. Both their bodies jolted and shook even after
their orgasms. Just Miyuki sitting on Chris' lap was enough to provoke them to
do more.
Their moans filled the quiet air. For once, they weren't trying that hard to be
quiet. They were just in the moment of bliss and it consumed their bodies.
They wanted to do more, like touch each other where they liked it and keep
going further until they had no more strength in their bodies left. With the
way they were holding on to each other, they were going to keep doing more.
But Miyuki knew he had somewhere to be and that there was nothing more they
could do since they didn't have the time for it.
They still needed a moment to adjust, a second to breathe, some time to pull
themselves together. Their bodies were still shaking and twitching. Even if
they moved a little, it would set off more hip ruts on accident and that would
be starting something they wouldn't be able to finish. Miyuki wasn't paying
attention to anything; he didn't notice Chris staring at him for just a few
seconds, a glance that could really mean something. Miyuki kept his gaze down,
almost wanting to rest his head on Chris' shoulder for a moment longer before
having to leave. Instead, he barely moved; he knew he had to actually pry
himself away since he had to go somewhere and had to be there soon. His hands
loosened in Chris' hair and dropped to his shoulders, resting there lightly.
In the heat of the moment -for them it was still incredibly hot- Chris leaned
in to kiss Miyuki and there was nothing more that could catch Miyuki off guard
than being kissed on the mouth unexpectedly. It doesn't happen often, Chris
doesn't always lean in for a kiss on the lips. Miyuki was in a daze, so much in
a daze that he didn't realize how much further Chris was going with it; the
biting, the licking, the tonguing. Miyuki practically overheated; blood was
rising to his face, boiling at his cheeks and making him blush. This wasn't the
first time he was being kissed but damn, it might as well be.
Chris had his hands at Miyuki's waist one second, then they were at his neck
the next, his fingers trailing Miyuki's skin and his thumbs rubbing Miyuki's
warm cheeks. And his lips continued to press against Miyuki's, feeling the
wetness from constantly biting and licking his skin. For a second, Miyuki could
barely respond, but when that second was over, he greeted Chris with the same
enthusiasm. He wanted to wrap his arms around Chris' neck and let him do all
kinds of things for the rest of the afternoon. If Chris was any rougher with
him, he would end up taking Miyuki's breath away.
Kissing was a great way to stall when Miyuki continued to decide if he should
go to practice or not. Chris was making a compelling argument every time his
tongue licked around the inside of Miyuki's cheek. Miyuki's fingers gripped
Chris' shirt every time too. There were times he needed to breathe, even for a
second, but he chose the struggle for air if it meant that Chris could kiss him
more
And he just wanted to make the kissing last so much longer but if he stayed, he
would never show up to practice.
His hands dropped to Chris' chest, wanting to push him away but he didn't have
any force on his fingers. Miyuki melted into each kiss although he desperately
knew he didn't have the time for it. It killed him knowing Chris could really
tease him so hard. He could kiss Chris all day but he doesn't have all day.
It hurt when Chris did pull away, like Miyuki didn't get his chance to really
do something.
For some reason, Miyuki could feel his heart speed up in his chest. He kept his
eyes down so he could avoid Chris' gaze for a second to get his thoughts
together. The feeling on his lips still lingered and he wanted it again, and he
could have it if he just leaned in but he was in a fight with himself,
wondering if he had the restraint to keep kissing until he's out of time. Chris
moved his hands from Miyuki's neck, only to put them back at his waist to feel
where Miyuki's shirt didn't cover. Miyuki just barely shifted; if he wasn't
careful, he'd start grinding up on Chris again and this time he would
definitely take his clothes off.
"I...um-I..." Miyuki wasn't nervous, just at a loss for words since he was
thinking too hard.
He just wanted to be kissed again and he had to do it.
Before Chris could say anything or even smile, Miyuki moved his hands to Chris'
face and kissed him, rougher than the kiss before. Even if he was the one that
initiated it this time, Miyuki could still melt from the kissing. It took all
his strength to remind himself that he can't swoon from a more than just hot
kiss. He may have been lightheaded from all the grinding before but that didn't
stop him from kissing as much as he wanted.
If Chris didn't keep his hands to himself, he would make Miyuki want to stay
much longer than he could. Miyuki barely moved when he felt Chris' fingers
moving lower into his sweatpants, giving him the idea that maybe they could do
something. Miyuki wanted to keep going, to feel Chris touch him for the rest of
the evening as if practice didn't matter and he could do whatever he wanted.
But he pulled away instead because he had to. If he doesn't leave now, he'll be
late for practice and he has a responsibility to keep. He still has to change
into his uniform and everything else. Miyuki had the expression like he
regretted every choice he just made.
"Okay, um..." He stared down, still trying to find his words. Kissing takes a
lot of effort and energy. "Don't go anywhere." Miyuki said and got off Chris so
he could get off the bed and grab his uniform on the floor.
He stumbled around his room, looking for everything he needed so he could
leave. Chris was about to start laughing but Miyuki has never been so serious.
It definitely was not funny to be teased hard enough to get a boner again. If
Miyuki had to suffer for a few hours just to get that sweet release he needs,
then so be it. Chris just can't leave the room.
Chris was taking enjoyment from how serious Miyuki tried to be. He just didn't
realize the gravity of the situation, or what Miyuki was trying to make it feel
like.
"I'm not kidding. Don't leave." Miyuki told Chris as he picked everything up in
his hands. "I'm going to practice but don't move, I'll be back." Miyuki planned
to do everything he could to leave early.
"Miyuki-"
"I better find you on that bed when I get back, Chris-senpai." Miyuki said as
he fumbled around and tried to leave with everything piling up in his hands.
Even if Chris didn't stay, Miyuki would go find him. It wouldn't matter.
They'd end up finishing what they started.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki still has his unavoidable urges to give Chris more than enough
     attention. Since they've been seeing each other less, there's nothing
     wrong with doing more.
Chapter Notes
     Unnecessarily long blow job smut that no one asked for.
Miyuki has been particularly quiet for most of the morning practice and has
barely talked during afternoon practice, not because there was something wrong
with him but because he had something on his mind, something related to
baseball. He's been thinking about it all morning and afternoon and he wanted
to know how to deal with his situation.
For once he wasn't going to wait to ask Chris about it just because he wanted
to figure out the solution himself. He thought he was capable.
Now Miyuki is in charge of three pitchers, each with their own strengths and
drawbacks.
How was he going to make this work for the next tournament coming up, he would
have to figure it out. Sure he wasn't alone, but he was the captain and the
main catcher for the team. There was a lot resting on his shoulders to get this
right.
Kuramochi made his way over to that expressionless catcher and stood by him.
Since he was one of the vice captains, Kuramochi thought he was obligated, but
not willing, to know what Miyuki's problems were so he could help. After all,
he hasn't heard Miyuki's snarky laugh for a while, and it was kind of weird not
being able to have a reason to choke him a bit.
"Hey," Kuramochi lifted his leg to knee Miyuki at his ass and get him to move.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked. Miyuki barely shifted but glanced to see
Kuramochi move beside him.
"Just thinking." Miyuki said and he stared at the others during practice.
Kuramochi always gets the "just thinking" answer and that bothers him a lot
more than people would think it does. He could turn away now and let Miyuki
deal with whatever was making him so quiet, or he could tease Miyuki a bit and
try to get him to talk a little.
"You've been so uptight lately." Kuramochi said and looked away. "Makes me
think you need to get more dick in your life." His voice was quieter now but he
made sure Miyuki heard.
All Miyuki did was give a side glance towards Kuramochi, not much of a glare to
be a warning, but it wasn't a nice look either; he honestly forgot that
Kuramochi knew something and he wasn't the only one.
"I'm gonna have to talk to Chris about that for you, Captain." Kuramochi looked
at Miyuki again and smiled.
"What is wrong with you?"
Kuramochi avoided the question with a smile on his face. "So, how's the
relationship-"
The word relationship made Miyuki twitch, like it was uncomfortable for him. He
couldn't pin point why but he stopped Kuramochi from finishing that question
the second he heard the R word. "We aren't dating."
"Like broke up?" Kuramochi asked because now he was curious. Was this the
reason why Miyuki has been so lost in thought?
"No. We never dated." Miyuki said plainly. Kuramochi stared at Miyuki, waiting
for the clarification he deserved. "Friends with benefits." Miyuki said.
"Oh so you got friendzoned." Kuramochi finally understood.
Miyuki brought his hand up to his face, rubbing his forehead, and tried to not
lose his patience because it was already wearing thin. Kuramochi laughed louder
when he saw how frustrated Miyuki was.
"It must be a little sad knowing that he's leaving." Kuramochi said.
That poked a nerve with Miyuki. That was not something he wanted to talk about
with anyone.
"Plus, I have this weird feeling you're on the search for someone new."
Kuramochi is always perceptive. "Have any new fuck buddy in mind?" He asked,
still curious about Miyuki's life.
Miyuki slowly looked over to Kuramochi. There was no way someone would just be
able to understand and know everything. Then there was Kuramochi, someone that
actually did understand and know everything. Miyuki was sure that if Kuramochi
hadn't seen him that one night in the indoor practice ground, then Kuramochi
wouldn't know anything about what's going on.
Should Miyuki make Kuramochi his next victim? It was a good question. Kuramochi
was actually one person Miyuki would consider getting close to for maybe an
hour or so and that was about it.
"Hey-"
"Fuck no." Kuramochi answered quickly. "I don't take used goods." He said.
Miyuki knew what he meant and had half a mind to say something but he didn't.
His glance just got nastier and Kuramochi laughed, proud he could provoke
something from him.
"You wouldn't want me, anyway." Kuramochi continued as if he did sort of care.
"I'd probably be a little too rough with you, you know. The whole, throwing you
against the wall and fucking you so hard your lights go out. And I'd probably
pretend like nothing happened right after since I'm not interested in catching
feelings." He explained, his face plain and his interest minimal.
That was everything Miyuki really needed for now. And for some odd reason,
Kuramochi knew that was the answer Miyuki actually wanted to hear.
"You're the worst friend I've ever had."
"I'm the only friend you've ever had." Kuramochi sneered.
They stared at each other for a second, it wasn't out of pure hatred but they
certainly did not like each other at the moment.
Kuramochi noticed how Miyuki has been a little quiet, and it definitely wasn't
because of baseball. It definitely wasn't because of all the responsibility or
the stress of baseball. The more Kuramochi stares at Miyuki, the more he
realizes what's happening. He just believes that something happened and he
thought he knew what it was.
"You've lost your glow." He told Miyuki.
Miyuki's lost his glow for weeks now.
Miyuki looked away and tried to focus on what was in front of him, the most
important thing at the moment, which was the team. A little personal issue
isn't enough to get in his way. He had things to do and pitchers to take care
of and make sure didn't snap. Some things were just more important. That's how
he thought of it.
Kuramochi could make all the comments he wanted.
Miyuki was going to ignore them for as long as he could until it stopped
bothering him.
Their silence drew out but there was nothing else they could talk about.
Kuramochi left the final mark and that was it. Miyuki had to do other things
before his curiosity got the better of him.
Kuramochi turned away to do go back to practice like he should've. He just
meant to tease Miyuki a little but it turned out to be more than that. He
guessed that today wasn't the day. As he began to walk, he saw a group of
people in their school uniform, coming their way.
"Oh look, it's the third years." Kuramochi said.
He didn't hear anything from Miyuki which was odd. But when he looked back,
Miyuki was already gone. He turned to find Miyuki already jogging to the third
years that were making their way over on the field. It wasn't shocking to find
that Miyuki was gone in seconds after mentioning the third years. There was
only one that would make him get so excited, of course he barely showed it, but
it was the thought that count. Kuramochi sighed to himself and shook his head.
Miyuki hasn't changed much.
It's obvious he looked up to Chris as much as anyone could. Even just
mentioning the phrase third years got him going. Now it was just so easy and so
obvious that it was embarrassing.
Miyuki didn't even think to take off his gear or anything else.
His body had nothing better to do than act on knowing that his favorite third
year was coming to see him...or the team, but he thought it was just him.
The two stopped in front of each other, the others walking further along
because they had people they wanted to say hi to. Chris was smiling because
Miyuki couldn't find his words. He wasn't flustered, just a bit distracted.
It's actually been a while since he's seen Chris. A week? Maybe two. He's been
busy, Miyuki's been busy, too. There was nothing he could do about that. Chris
found it endearing how Miyuki was staring at him, like a dog that has been
waiting for it's owner for hours.
"Hi." Chris said, his smile getting wider.
Already Miyuki was beginning to blush and he could not, for the life of him,
figure out why he was doing that. He didn't know why his face was getting hot
or why he just found himself at a loss for words. Was it the heat? It wasn't
even that hot outside. He had to stop himself before he did something
embarrassing.
The most Miyuki could manage at one moment was, "Hey," and that's all he said
because he was waiting for the awkward feeling to settle away.
Was it because they were friends with benefits? Or maybe Miyuki wasn't feeling
well today. Either way, Miyuki was expecting a little alone time, and he was
going to get it no matter what.
"So...not to be awkward or anything, but I've been horny for days now," Miyuki
started off and Chris laughed although he did expect Miyuki to say something
like that, "and I hope you can stay late today." he said.
"I can stay late."
"Not for me, though." Miyuki wanted to make himself clear. "The pitchers need a
little help and I know you're good with that stuff." He used that as his excuse
but it was not effective. Chris knew Miyuki was trying to cover up that he was,
in fact, needy.
"The reason doesn't matter." Chris said to ease the pressure off of Miyuki.
He was staying for many reasons. Miyuki was one of them.
"Chris-senpai!" Another one of his reasons was making his way over. Sawamura
just couldn't help himself, just like Miyuki couldn't help himself.
Miyuki could get jealous but he wasn't dating anyone. He was as single as he
could be. He couldn't dictate who got to love Chris more than he did. So when a
wild Sawamura came over, Miyuki just kept his mouth tightly shut before he said
something that could make Sawamura scream.
Sawamura was so excited to tell Chris how well he's been doing, how his control
has gotten better, how he can pitch effectively to the outside, "Chris-senpai,
I have to show-"
Miyuki didn't keep his mouth shut for long.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" Miyuki was sure that Sawamura hasn't
ran any laps for the day which is odd since he told Sawamura to go run laps.
Sawamura's excited look faded from his face as he glanced at Miyuki. It wasn't
a nice look, it was especially disrespectful since he had no regards for his
senpai. That's not supposed to happen. But Sawamura wasn't in the mood to
appeal to the catcher and captain for the team. He just looked at Miyuki, his
side glance unnerving, and looked back to Chris, his smile returning like the
sun was shining bright in his face.
"Anyway, Chris-senpai..." Sawamura started again because Miyuki wasn't ever
going to stop him from talking to his favorite person in the world.
Miyuki wasn't bitter. He doesn't get angry, or jealous, or upset. If Sawamura
wants the spotlight, he can surely have it. All Sawamura can do is talk to
Chris anyway. Miyuki has way more privileges than Sawamura would ever imagine.
So Miyuki let Sawamura take Chris from him.
There were no hard feelings.
The second Chris is free, Miyuki would get his time. He would just have to wait
a little while longer.
Seeing Chris, and the other third years, put Miyuki in a better mood, enough of
a better mood to get under the skin of his pitchers, mostly Sawamura, and get
them to work even harder than they have in the past few days. It was
refreshing, for some people, to hear Miyuki's laugh because somewhere for
someone, they were getting their soul brutally crushed. Miyuki was back to
getting under people's skin which was what he did best.
Later on in the evening, Miyuki found Chris and led him away somewhere where he
was sure no one would find them. Then again, he knew a few people that have
been curious recently and would go out of their way to find Miyuki if they knew
he went missing. And as much as Miyuki didn't care if he was caught in the act,
or any act that was licentious for that matter, he wasn't going to give Chris a
heart attack by doing something in a spot where they could easily be seen.
"You seemed impressed today." Chris said as he moved his arm around Miyuki's
waist, bringing him closer against him. They were both resting against the wall
behind the storage shed. Miyuki liked being pulled closer, it made him more
comfortable.
"I have this thing for pitchers with control." Miyuki admitted but everyone
knows his secret.
Chris was equally as proud earlier so he couldn't pretend with Miyuki that he
didn't feel anything when he clearly did. There was just something about
pitchers with good control and good behavior that made them happy. And Miyuki
had to admit that he liked that Chris stayed longer, whatever the reason, he's
glad that Chris stayed.
It put him in a good mood.
So now, it's time for the real fun. Whether that was going to last the next
half hour or the rest of the night depended on how far they got. Did Miyuki
want to have full blown sex out in the open? He wouldn't be ashamed to say yes
since no wasn't an option for him. Because they were outside, he was sure that
Chris wouldn't go too far, which was out of the goodness of his heart.
They weren't just going to stand and stare at each other, that's for sure.
Already they had themselves wrapped around each other, their fingers pulling on
each other's clothes like they planned to take them off. If they were somewhere
else that was closed off, then maybe they really would start fumbling out of
their clothes to get even closer to each other.
Miyuki tilted his head back when he felt Chris' lips press on his skin. It's
been a while since he's been kissed on the neck and it brought an unsettling
shiver down his spine; Chris kissed him over and over again, his lips trailing
up Miyuki's throat and kissing his jawline, to his cheek, his ear, and back to
his neck. Miyuki just thought his bones were turning to jello with how Chris
was so enthusiastic about kissing him.
There were all kinds of places where Chris could put his mouth. Miyuki knew
what he wanted to do with his own mouth.
His hand dropped from Chris' shoulder, and he grabbed at the front of his pants
to feel what he wanted to put his mouth on. Chris was already used to the
different ways Miyuki asked to do things, this wasn't anything special. He
didn't jolt when he felt Miyuki's fingers squeeze a little tighter than he
should've.
"Can I...?" Miyuki asked, already knowing the answer would be yes.
That was all he wanted to do today. Just give Chris a blow job, and maybe
finger himself a little since he was horny enough. The challenge made him want
it more.
And he had things to show Chris too, like how well he's been handling himself.
Since he was by himself for a little while, he had to learn the hard way to
masturbate on his own and he has to say that he's feeling pretty good about how
well he's been doing. But he also just wanted something in his mouth, too, for
the fun of it.
Chris didn't say no.
Miyuki was already to eager to go for it.
He got down on his knees, his hands already getting to Chris' pants, getting
his belt undone, and making way for what he really wants to look at. He bit the
inside of his lip, thinking to himself, and deciding to undo his own pants as
well; one hand dropped to his lap, tugging at his belt and reaching in his
pants to let his fingers touch himself too.
Miyuki decided that all this had to be quick, but that depended on Chris.
Miyuki had to admit it was never easy for him to get Chris off, it was rather
much more difficult than he thought and it also made him think that Chris was
doing it on purpose.
Miyuki obviously had to work for it if he really wanted it.
His other hand, the one that wasn't in his pants, gripped Chris' thigh,
bringing Chris closer to him. Miyuki opened his mouth, his lips rubbing against
the length of the cock in front of his face; he moved his lips to rub on Chris'
skin, the motion as if he was biting down but without teeth. Miyuki loved to
tease. His tongue licked around Chris' skin as he tilted his head to the side,
thinking about that taste he liked so much. His lips pressed down again to feel
the throbbing and pulsing that began. Miyuki glanced up at Chris slowly through
his visor, the ends of his lips curving upward to a flirty smile.
It gets a little easier to get Chris hard every time.
Miyuki's hand that was pressed to Chris' thigh moved to the tip of his cock,
his index finger rubbing on the slit waiting to feel precum drip on to his
skin. Miyuki still moved his lips around, and his tongue would rub around too,
to taste the salty skin that lifting against his lips.
What Miyuki thinks about is different. He wants to touch himself, to finger
himself. He wants to show Chris that he's been practicing. His failed attempts
hasn't been in vain. Miyuki's fingers shake in his pants with the desire to
move up into him, but he waits for the perfect moment to hit him. He wouldn't
dare do anything until he was sure he had Chris wrapped around his finger,
moaning from getting the blowjob of his life.
He takes pride in that. Miyuki always wants to be the best and no one will stop
him from reaching that goal.
He moved his head back and let his hand wrap around Chris' cock before opening
his lips so his mouth could slide down on Chris' skin. He moved slow so his
mouth could water around the tip of Chris' cock; Miyuki's tongue flicked over
the slit, just waiting to taste the bitter cum that would soon come out from
right where his tongue pressed. As he moved his head forward, his hand stroked
just a slow.
There was no other way for him to show that he had patience.
He was determined not to rush, that was the advice Chris would always have to
mention to him whether firmly or gently. Miyuki has been listening and now it's
time to put it to good use.
Miyuki didn't swallow the excessive saliva in his mouth, he just opened his
lips to let the pool of it leak down Chris' length. He moved his head back to
release the cock in his mouth and pulled his hand up from his pants, bringing
his fingers up to his face so he could put them in his mouth. It was his middle
and ring finger that were wrapped around by his wet lips for just a few seconds
before taking them out and moving them in his pants again.
All day he's been thinking about doing this. Now that Chris was here, he
finally could with ease.
He was slow to push his fingers inside himself, just like he was slow to do
everything else. Chris was looking down at him, watching to see his expression
change when he began fingering himself. Miyuki took a deep breath and closed
his eyes; his shoulders relaxed, his body didn't tense, he was sure to keep his
thoughts quiet so he didn't get worked up. Chris saw the restraint, the way
Miyuki took control of himself effortlessly; he let his hands move to Miyuki's
hair, a gentle nudge to lift his head and see the look in his eyes through his
visor. Miyuki didn't resist. His gaze upwards was met with Chris' and he didn't
stop staring until he noticed the throbbing cock in front of his lips. There
was a number of things he could do and Chris had his own desires as well.
Without turning away, Miyuki lifted his eyes again to look at Chris and his
mouth opened to take in the impatiently throbbing cock. If only the grip in his
hair was much tighter, if only there was a little force on his head that would
push him forward; Miyuki wasn't going to beg Chris to be rough with him, today
wasn't the day. He could think about it, imagine it if he was really wanting to
get his mind blown, but he felt too calm and too at ease to worry about making
it too rough for the evening. Miyuki just wanted this to be about Chris today,
and he could finger himself on the side because he did need the relief.
With that care free way of thinking, he lost his motivation to be precise and
have everything thought out and planned. After all, what better way to show
affection than sloppy head? Miyuki has always been doing that since he started.
And there was no reason for him to stop now.
Miyuki bobbed his head slowly, his lips staying around the tip of Chris' cock
and not going any further yet. His focus was on the fingers that were inside
him curling inward and rubbing at a steady rhythm. He wanted to spread his legs
more, to shift his hips, to rise up against his fingers, but he just started
and wasn't going to be that desperate. When his focus switched to what was in
front of him, he moved further, opening his mouth wider to take in more of the
cock that stiffened against his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. He gripped
Chris' thigh with his free hand to hold himself steady. It took a moment, but
Miyuki could finally feel the force from Chris' fingers in his hair, moving his
head for him. If Miyuki could smile, he would be doing that right then.
Chris was into it and that's all that mattered.
It has taken a lot to get to this point. Miyuki had to work extremely hard to
get here, and now he was. Chris was taking charge of another aspect for their
sex life and that turned Miyuki. There was nothing better than getting his hair
pulled and being pushed down more to keep his mouth full.
The fingers that kept a steady rhythm inside himself were moving deeper, that
habit he always had since the beginning. And his hips did shift upward as he
moved. Miyuki wasn't that quiet when he moaned, but his voice was muffled by
the cock in his mouth, enough to make sure that no one could hear him in the
near by distance. Chris had nothing to say about Miyuki wanting to finger
himself so deeply like he always does. At least, he wasn't going to say
anything yet.
Miyuki had enough control to handle himself. He could also multitask and take
care of Chris, too.
He kept his mouth open wide and relaxed his jaw enough to take in more of
Chris' cock. His fingers continued to move at the faster pace while he sucked
on Chris' skin, tasting the cum that was already leaking at. Chris' fingers
were fumbling in Miyuki's hair, gripping then loosening, then gripping again.
Miyuki was down enough that Chris could feel the back of his throat.
And when Miyuki moaned, it was practically lights out for Chris.
"...Kazuya."
That was the name that came from Chris' lips, and boy did Miyuki like the sound
of that.
He wanted to smile wide but he couldn't since his mouth was full. That didn't
stop the low laugh that stopped at his throat. And his lips did move as if he
could smile. His teeth barely scraped Chris' skin but he could feel enough for
him to get a shiver to go up his spine. His fingers tightened in Miyuki's hair
while his hips lifted, and he brought Miyuki's face up too just because he
wanted to feel the warmth of Miyuki's mouth.
Miyuki was so lost in thought; he replayed the sound of his name being moaned
by the one person he was so comfortable with. Just the sound of Chris' voice
could bring Miyuki to climax; he was surprised it didn't just happen then and
there. His fingers slowed down once he reminded himself that he didn't have to
force it, something Chris would always tell him if he had the chance to.
At the moment, Chris was a little occupied. His fingers were gripping into
Miyuki's hair to keep his head forward. Miyuki didn't stop sucking. His moans
that were cut off by slight coughs and gags didn't make him stop. Even when his
body jolted, he kept his mouth open around Chris' skin.
As much as Chris never wanted to admit it, it was a turn on to watch Miyuki try
so hard, to see him want it so badly, to feel him give so much.
Miyuki could last longer without breathing if he wasn't doing something else.
He continued to finger himself and it made him want something better. He
imagined it, Chris just lifting him up against the wall and taking off all his
clothes. Miyuki closed his eyes and tried to take a breath but was very
unsuccessful.
He had to pull away to breathe. Chris' hands stayed in Miyuki's hair but his
grip loosened enough for Miyuki to pull back and gasp for air like it was his
first time breathing. His face was flushed red from the heat and stress, his
lips wet, his jaw already sore. He tried to keep his moans down but he was just
so tired that he didn't have the strength. He stayed relaxed regardless of how
he felt; his fingers slowed again to a steady pace while he breathed.
When he thought he could handle it again, he opened his mouth to suck on Chris'
cock once more. He didn't last long but he was still trying.
It was getting harder for him to breathe as his body heated up. He just
couldn't stop his fingers long enough to take a breathe to ease the
lightheadedness. When he pulled away again, he rested his head against Chris'
thigh, taking a moment for himself because he really did need it.
He could ask Chris to help him, and he wanted to, but for just a second he
thought he could do this all on his own. It was proof that he really could,
like he learned everything to help him out. His body didn't tense, he stayed as
relaxed as he could. He moaned on every exhale, shook on every inhale, but he
kept himself going because he wanted it so badly.
He noticed the wet cock pressing against his cheek that was dripping cum on his
shoulder. The hands in his hair barely twitched. He could feel eyes on him but
it didn't embarrass him; he knew Chris was watching and it would be great if
Miyuki could know what he was thinking.
Even at a time like this, Chris would just remain as gentle as ever. Miyuki
didn't mind when Chris' hands rubbed his hair, but he did feel the need to
continue what he was doing before even if he thought he was close. There were
still spots in his vision, his breathing was uneven, and he was about to lose
himself, but that didn't stop him from wanting to suck Chris off some more.
He moved again to take Chris in his mouth, but his wet lips stayed around the
tip of his cock. Miyuki could only think of if he was going to make it. His
lips rubbed the throbbing skin, his tongue flicking against the tip over and
over again to taste the cum.
Miyuki closed his eyes and stopped moving for just a second, long enough for
his mind to go blank and for his vision to darken. For just that second, his
body trembled uncontrollably and Chris could notice. For just that second,
Miyuki climaxed and he did his best to not move even while his body trembled on
it's own. He could feel his cum getting on his arm and when it didn't, it
spilled over his pants and on to the ground. His hips jolted a few times but
that was it once he pulled his fingers out. He didn't take a breath, he didn't
take another second to think; his eyes moved up to look at Chris just because
he moved his head again, taking in more of his cock just to show that his focus
was back where it should be.
Chris lifted his head up to see Miyuki's face, how bright his cheeks were, how
his lips were spread apart and how wet they were. Miyuki was practically
begging for Chris to cum in his mouth. Even in the way he looked up at Chris
said that much. His tongue flicked over the tip of Chris' cock, tasting the cum
he so desperately wanted; as he moved his head further, his tongue pushed up
under Chris' skin before he was completely surrounded in the heat and wetness
of Miyuki's mouth.
That was enough for him to give it to Miyuki.
His fingers tightened in Miyuki's hair again, this time gripping harder as he
came. Miyuki waited patiently for Chris to finish since he did think it was
good manners. He didn't swallow; his mouth opened enough that the cum in his
mouth would spill from his tongue. His brown eyes were still looking up at
Chris but he had a darker expression, as if he wasn't done yet with whatever he
had planned.
And as much as Chris could say that the blowjob was enough, he never had the
urge to stop Miyuki from spreading his legs.
Their evening was not going to stop just at some head, that was for sure.
And it wasn't till much later in the night that anyone saw Miyuki again. He
made his way to the mess hall in changed clothes. He had to make sure he could
cover up the hickeys on his neck, then again, he didn't have a reason to not
show them other than people going at Chris because they believe he deserves
better.
Kuramochi was sitting next to Sawamura, laughing extremely hard and banging his
fist on the table. It didn't stop when Miyuki came by either. Sawamura had his
hands covering his face and he wanted to cry to himself but Kuramochi was right
beside him, teasing him ever since that first tear rolled down his cheek.
Miyuki could immediately guess why Sawamura could be crying out in the open.
"Hey, Sawamura, there's no reason to be upset." Miyuki walked by and sat down,
wanting to console Sawamura but there was an evil smile on his face. Kuramochi
was holding back his laugh just to hear what Miyuki would say at a time like
this.
Would he actually make Sawamura stop crying or would it be worse?
"If it makes you feel any better, Chris does that stuff to me all the time."
Miyuki said like it wasn't a big deal but he smiled widely just as Sawamura
cried harder.
Kuramochi hollered at what he just heard. He was laughing so hard that even he
had tears in his eyes. He had to admit that Miyuki did pull a good one.
It was actually his fault that Sawamura was crying. If it wasn't for Kuramochi
wanting to wander around and find something to do, Sawamura wouldn't be angry
enough to cry. Kuramochi was the one to go snooping and he brought Sawamura
with him, only to find Miyuki and Chris together at a very inappropriate time.
Sawamura was just brought to tears. Now Kuramochi couldn't stop laughing.
And Miyuki laughed with him because it was just that funny.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki hides his injury, even from Chris, because he won't let a
     pulled side abdominal injury stop him from having sex.
Chapter Notes
     Please do not have sex while injured.
Miyuki's room wasn't much of a hot spot for the third years now that they were
gone. It was also easy to get his other roommate out for a couple hours while
Chris stayed. That was ideal, no one bothering them, no one wanting to know
where Miyuki was, not having anything to do, that was extremely ideal.
Miyuki rushed back to his room after staying late to practice with Sawamura.
That wasn't the plan since Miyuki asked Ono to catch for Sawamura instead, but
he couldn't help himself and ended up catching for Sawamura himself afterwards.
Miyuki had to be back in his room because Chris was not staying long. He's been
going back and forth and it wasn't helping that he was extremely tired. He
didn't want to pass up an opportunity to hang out with Chris though. How much
longer has it been since he's seen Chris this time? Two weeks? Maybe three?
Miyuki just needed him there for something and he would honestly take anything.
The second he got to his room, that was it. The door remained locked ever
since.
Chris' uniform was disheveled but he was still dressed; his tie was loosened
around his neck, the collar of his white shirt unbuttoned. He didn't take off
his pants just because Miyuki said not to. And Miyuki was even more of a mess
today than he is any other day. He had his jersey on but that was the most that
was covering his body. His white pants were somewhere on the floor, along with
his cleats. He had his blue socks on but his legs were exposed and shaking.
There wasn't a moment where Miyuki was not on Chris' lap. Today, he just had to
take over. He had this need to be in control, and Chris can just watch as he
sits back and lets Miyuki do whatever he wants.
Miyuki has been asking for this for days. And finally his suffering can end.
Chris has no idea how happy Miyuki is just to be able to touch him. That was
the best thing he's done in weeks. Sex always feels better after time apart.
Sometimes, that's all Miyuki thinks about; he'd be in a little daze in his own
little world long enough to make him sweat.
No matter how casual it is, or how much it means nothing, Miyuki would enjoy
the sex anyway.
"Are you coming to the game tomorrow?" Miyuki asked as if it was a simple
question, like it wasn't a big deal.
It was a big deal. It's the final for the fall tournament, it was definitely a
big deal. Miyuki had to ask Chris to show up, it would be betrayal if he
didn't.
"I'm sure Sawamura would really appreciate it if you showed up." Miyuki added
in casually, although they both knew how much Sawamura would like it if Chris
came to see him.
It was no surprise anyway, Sawamura improved so much that Miyuki had to ask
Chris to come see him.
Chris smiled dearly. In the back of his mind, he had the idea that Miyuki
wanted the attention but instead made an excuse to cover it up. That has
happened before and he was sure it would keep happening.
It's not like Chris was going to say no though.
"I was going to come even if you didn't ask." Chris said. Being asked was just
a little perk.
His hands were about to move up Miyuki's jersey so he could take it off but
Miyuki was quick to take his hands and place them on his thighs instead.
It hasn't been more than half an hour but Miyuki was careful to not let Chris
touch him around his stomach area. That's one reason he kept the jersey on. If
he were to take that off, he was sure that Chris would notice his injury
without a doubt.
Miyuki has been feeling uncomfortable since the semi-finals against Seiko. He
hasn't told anyone about whatever it was he was feeling since he needs to play
in the finals. It's hard for him to laugh, to twist his body, to put pressure
on his torso. If Chris were to touch him under his jersey, he would find out
too easily that Miyuki might be in pain. For now, Miyuki planned to keep it to
himself and hoped that Chris wouldn't notice.
"You look tired." Chris said quietly.
Now that Miyuki thought about it, he could feel the strain in his body as he
tried to move. It did take a lot of energy, and the stress made his abdomen
throb more from the injury. Already he was sweating and they had just about
started. Miyuki couldn't remember when he stopped moving but he did at some
point. He was tired.
He just didn't want to stop.
Chris wanted to lift off Miyuki's jersey, hoping to help cool him off but he
didn't try again to reach under his clothes. Miyuki would have moved his hands
again if he did try. Chris wasn't as curious to figure out what was wrong since
the last thing he was going to think was that Miyuki was injured.
"Tonight, you have to keep your hands to yourself." Miyuki said as he began to
move his hips again.
"I don't know about that."
Would Chris really keep his hands to himself? Well, usually Miyuki is the one
begging to be touched so Chris doesn't expect this to last long.
"I'm serious." Miyuki said anyway. "Don't move your hands."
Instead of making tonight all about him, since he's actually been begging for
some time alone with Chris, he decided to make it about Chris instead. After
all, there's nothing better than being in control. Plus by doing this, he can
divert attention away from how he's been feeling a little unusual just because
of his injury. He didn't want Chris to find out so this was the best
distraction.
Chris was not going to object, not when Miyuki began grinding on him again,
this time harder. It was taking a lot of work already but at least Miyuki
covered the reason why he looks so tired by how much work he was putting in.
And it was definitely a lot of work.
There was nothing that felt better than the lap dance kind of fucking with the
constant grinding, the hip rolling and rotating, the ass shaking, everything.
Miyuki had to put in more effort, and when he did that, the sharp pain at his
stomach just got worse but it didn't stop him. He'd shift in ways that would
make it easier for him, and when it wasn't, he thought about how great he felt
instead.
Chris did try not to move his hands, but he's reached that point where he
really just wanted to stop caring. It's not like he knew Miyuki was in pain.
When he did try, Miyuki moved Chris' hands back down on his thigh which was
where they were going to stay as long as Miyuki was moving. That didn't break
his concentration. And as much as Miyuki wanted to be touched everywhere around
his body, he didn't let Chris' hands go from where they were.
"You can't keep my hands down forever." Chris said, his fingers gripping hard
over Miyuki's thighs. Sure, he could get out of Miyuki's grip if he wanted, but
there was something about Miyuki being in charge that made this even better.
Miyuki rolled his eyes and continued to move his hips. "You can't touch
wherever my jersey covers." he said to make sure Chris didn't just run his
hands up wherever he wanted.
"That's fine." Chris said since there were plenty of other places to hold
Miyuki.
If he were being honest, he was fine with keeping his hands at Miyuki's thighs.
If he was really feeling like it though, he could move his hands to Miyuki's
ass and grab harder. Miyuki wouldn't say anything about that for now.
He was trying to decide what he felt more of, the pain or the pleasure.
He lifted his hands to Chris' shoulders and began grinding harder despite the
pain at his side. He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip, keeping his voice
low and trying to hold himself back long enough to make this last a while. Even
if he was tired, he wanted to keep going. The way he moved his hips showed
that.
The only reason Miyuki slowed down was because of where Chris put his hands,
grabbing hold of his skin and wanting Miyuki to grind even harder. Miyuki
wasn't going to comment on how Chris was gripping him too hard at his ass,
there was no reason to. Miyuki always liked being held tightly, this would be
no different. If he had to grind harder, he would. His injury was definitely
not going to stop that. He felt the fatigue that came with the prolonged pain
but he's had experience with pushing past everything that made him
uncomfortable.
It was just a little sex anyway. Nothing bad was going to happen.
Chris wanted so desperately to move Miyuki, to pick him up and put him on the
bed. What would Miyuki say if Chris just suddenly got up and moved somewhere
else with him? Miyuki was determined to do all the work tonight. Chris could
tell how tired Miyuki was, like he could pass out any second now, and it
definitely wasn't because of the sex. There was sweat dripping on his face and
his skin was already sticky from before. Chris stared at Miyuki's neck, seeing
the fresh hickeys and marks on his skin; he watched as Miyuki breathed and
swallowed, hearing his moans but being far too distracted to react.
"Hey..." Miyuki had his eyes on him too. "Focus." he needed Chris to pay
attention.
Chris looked up to Miyuki's face as his hands began to slide up under Miyuki's
jersey. Miyuki wanted to stop him but his hands didn't move any lower than to
Chris' arms. It was the pain that made him pause the attempt to get Chris to
keep his hands down; Miyuki jaw locked as he tried to suppress the urge to
groan from the uncomfortable pain. His hip stopped for a second, but he
squirmed and shook while he felt Chris' hands moving around his body.
Miyuki was incredibly sure that he wasn't attracted to the pain, that there was
nothing more uncomfortable than the injury he had, but for some reason he
thought he could keep going despite the sharp torment at his side. He wasn't
sure what was making him so horny now, if it was the pleasure of being fucked
or the injury that really did cause agonizingly powerful pain. His breathing
got heavier like he was being weighed down; his body was throbbing from the
pain and fatigue. He just had to admit that it felt good.
For some incredibly odd reason.
It was Chris that was holding him so of course it wasn't going to bother him as
much. He'd be screaming otherwise.
Miyuki's hands clutched on to Chris' shirt while he moved. He kept his teeth
clenched shut but his moans could still be heard at the back of his throat. It
wasn't till the moment that Chris wrapped his arms around him that he stopped
moving. Miyuki planned to use that second to breathe and try to distract
himself from the pain, but instead he came.
It was a slow climax and it lasted a little longer. His eyes fluttered and his
mouth opened to let out his moans that dragged on. His thighs quivered and
shook, his hands gripped Chris' shirt harder to cling on since he thought for
just that moment he was falling. He wasn't sure how he felt now, but he felt
something.
Did he want to stop? Miyuki never really does, it doesn't matter what he's
feeling like. He could keep his legs spread for as long as he wants as long as
Chris is around.
"I'm...not finished." Miyuki said breathlessly when he thought Chris was about
to move him.
"Miyuki-"
Miyuki was tired. And he did have a game tomorrow. It's not like he could do
whatever he wanted to do. As much as Chris wanted to finish, too, he could tell
that Miyuki needed to rest more than anything. Whether he was sick or whatever
it was that made Miyuki a little antsy, Chris knew Miyuki just needed the rest.
"Please, Chris-senpai." Miyuki begged in a quiet voice.
It was hard to say no, at least it was hard to say no tonight. Chris didn't
know why but he didn't move Miyuki from his lap even though he had the better
judgment to do so. He kept his arms around Miyuki's body and felt him moving
slowly again to continue what they've been doing.
Chris wanted to be worried but it was difficult to be when Miyuki made it seem
like there was nothing wrong. There probably wasn't anything wrong from what he
thought for now. And if there was, well Chris would stay around till Miyuki got
over it.
***** Chapter 15 *****
Chapter Summary
     Despite the warning, Miyuki desperately wants to have fun with Chris,
     even if it meant dealing with the pain of his healing injury.
It's been two weeks since Miyuki's cover has been blown. Everyone found out
about him being injured, absolutely everyone. He's been told to rest for three
weeks, that means no practicing, no extraneous activities, nothing that could
make his injury worse.
He took the warning lightly.
Chris has been around more frequently lately to cheer him up since he couldn't
do much. And when Chris comes around, it's not like they don't do anything.
Miyuki has been doing extraneous activities and it wouldn't be shocking to him
if his injury turned out to be worse. He always swears that he isn't in pain so
Chris wouldn't just randomly stop in the middle of doing something important,
like sex.
What Miyuki thought he needed was stress relief. He did need it. And what
better way to relieve stress than with a person that he's been friends with
benefits with for two years?
He laid in his bed, the only thing on him was his blue undershirt. The rest of
his clothes were somewhere on the floor, like usual. He was staring up at the
bunk bed above while Chris got busy on his own; Miyuki's breathing was shallow,
his fingers gripped the bed, and he was sweating like he was over working
himself. It was a little difficult to move, and he tried not to, but the idea
of having sex crept into his mind more than once and he really wanted to do it
more than anything. Chris was in bed beside him, with his fingers slowly
thrusting inside Miyuki, constantly making sure that Miyuki wasn't feeling
anything he wasn't supposed to. Like always, Chris was careful, and Miyuki
would obviously prefer to not dwell in something that didn't matter. If he
could, he'd pin Chris down on the bed and have his way with him, but that
wasn't going to happen today.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked, suddenly concerned for Miyuki yet again.
That question has come up more than once.
Miyuki hissed in air through his teeth and turned his head to glare at Chris.
"I swear if you ask me that question one more time, I'm going to get up and
leave." He threatened.
Chris did everything he could to hold back his smile. Miyuki wasn't going to
leave but it was a nice threat. And it was cute how he tried to be all dark and
threatening but that wasn't effective at all. It was a nice try. Miyuki could
roll his eyes and groan all he wants but Chris was going to keep asking anyway
just to make sure he was okay.
"I'm...okay." Miyuki said so Chris would move his fingers again. If only Chris
would trust his word more often but Miyuki has been known to lie a lot about
what he's feeling.
Chris didn't thrust his fingers too fast into Miyuki; he kept a steady rhythm
like he always did, no matter what the pace was. Miyuki was aching for more
because he thought he deserved it. He's been behaving quite well for the past
couple of days and it was definitely not for nothing. Since he's been hanging
with Chris more, of course he should be behaving, because at the end of the day
they get to spend their time together and Miyuki has to prove that he's still
okay.
Fingering was enough for him, but he would beg for more. He thought he could
handle it, and he probably could. But Chris was way too nice, way too caring,
to ruin Miyuki. After all, he doesn't want Miyuki to end up like him for any
reason.
"You sure you don't want me to-"
"No." Miyuki said over him. "Don't go anywhere else." His hand held on to
Chris' arm when he thought Chris was about to move away.
Chris wouldn't leave him to suffer on his own. Although Miyuki has been getting
better, he still had his days where he was sort of mind blown that he couldn't
get the hang of handling himself. He has more free time to do whatever he wants
and he planned to get as much time with Chris as possible before he goes
anywhere.
"You d-don't have to be so...gentle." Miyuki said through his shaking lips. He
didn't like when Chris treated him like he was a delicate flower or something
of the sort. It was practically an insult.
Chris had to tease him a little, especially with the way Miyuki was begging for
it. "You sure?" He asked, a smile on his face as he hovered over Miyuki, close
enough to kiss him and silence his moans.
Miyuki just hated being teased. He thought it was the worst thing ever. And it
didn't help that Chris was smiling and having fun while doing it. Miyuki needed
to get over that edge that's been driving him crazy for a while.
He nodded willingly when he could no longer find his voice. Chris continued to
thrust his fingers in Miyuki but he hadn't changed the pace or the way he
touched him yet. Chris watched for anything different, anything that would show
that Miyuki was in pain.
Even if Miyuki was, he was able to disguise it. Miyuki tolerated it, and in
some cases, he liked it even more than the pleasure. He wasn't going to tell
Chris that though.
Miyuki showed how avid he was for Chris to make him feel extremely good for the
night. He's been ready since they started.
Chris moved closer, his breath caressing Miyuki's skin lightly and making him
shiver. Already he was stunned by Chris being so close to him, but he didn't go
still when Chris kissed him. It wasn't soft or sweet. That's what made Miyuki
want to wrap his legs around Chris and let him do whatever he wants. Miyuki had
to remind himself that this was going to turn out like any other night the two
spent together, he didn't want to expect anything out of the ordinary, but it's
always a different story when Chris has his fingers in him. Miyuki's head
swooned with the idea of all kinds of things happening to him tonight; his eyes
may have been closed but he could see the stars under his lids. His low moans
were muffled by Chris' mouth over his; even as his breath was taken away, he
continued to cling to Chris with everything he had.
His legs hadn't closed once during the night, but now that he had Chris over
him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him up, Miyuki was sure that his body
was have the uncontrollable urge to move away and curl up to hide himself. He
was confused.
There was only one person that knows everything about Miyuki. There was only
one person he could keep his legs open for.
Now he had to think about it, to remind himself not to close his legs despite
the uncomfortable shaking and twitching. Like always, his thighs were
quivering, and it was not going to stop tonight.
Chris just barely pulled away when Miyuki whimpered, clutching on tighter on
Chris' arm to get him to stay where he was. Miyuki's moans sounded desperate
and Chris shushed him sweetly, moving his hair back from his face.
"You're not hurting, are you?" Chris asked quietly, still concerned for Miyuki.
That question again.
Miyuki could've rolled his eyes but instead he answered obediently, shaking his
head against the pillow as he closed his eyes. Even if he did feel the pain, he
wouldn't say a damn word about it. That's just how he was. And Chris was never
going to stop being as kind as he usually is.
Miyuki spread his legs more as Chris shifted on the bed, lowering himself more
to get in between those same legs that were spread for him. Miyuki's hands
dropped to the bed, his fingers already clutching on the sheets as Chris
fingered him. His breathing sped at the idea of being fucked so hard that he
wouldn't be able to remember anything. His eyes opened and he found himself
staring up at the top bunk bed; his eyes were heavy lidded, his vision already
fading as he looked up, and the heat he felt drowned him until he could no
longer handle it.
Chris had barely done anything to him yet Miyuki was just about ready to give
him everything. Just kissing the inside of Miyuki's thighs were enough to send
him spiraling. Miyuki shuddered when he felt Chris' breath on his skin, his
fingers gripping hard at the sheets when he felt Chris' lips getting closer to
his throbbing cock. He tried to catch his breath but failed miserably, his body
convulsing with the way he breathed and tried to gather everything about
himself. Chris was making him crumble and he did it so easily too.
"...S-senpai-" Miyuki's moans were caught in his throat.
He just wanted Chris to get on with it. The teasing was too much that Miyuki
was losing his mind. There was no way Chris' fingers could move any slower;
Miyuki was begging for him to pick up the pace and make everything that much
rougher for him.
The straining, the shifting, the shaking, all that was putting stress on
Miyuki's body. It didn't take long for the dull pain to show itself at his
stomach. His labored breathing was shallow and ragged but he hoped that Chris
didn't notice because he didn't want anything to stop just yet.
Chris was occupied with making Miyuki moan louder than he usually does. And
Miyuki really wasn't trying to hide his voice like he usually did. Chris'
fingers were moving deeper, just how Miyuki wanted it from the beginning. If
this was what Chris called rushing it then Miyuki wouldn't mind rushing it for
the end of the night.
His hips rocked to the fast rhythm of Chris' fingers, and his body tensed and
shifted all kinds of ways while he did his best to control himself. His hands
pulled up at the sheets, grabbing and almost tearing holes with the strength he
had on him. Chris glanced up for a few seconds to see Miyuki's body arch off
the bed, the way his chest and stomach trembled as he tried to breathe, the way
his cock lifted to release a little bit of cum at a time. Miyuki's feet were
digging into the bed harder, dragging the blankets with them. He wanted to
close his legs so bad but he physically couldn't do it. He always kept his legs
spread for Chris no matter what he was going through.
All Miyuki could see were the faint stars. He was dizzy enough to think that he
was falling. His hand somehow made it into Chris' hair, his fingers running
through and pushing it back from his forehead. Chris didn't mind it when Miyuki
got touchy, he thought of it as permission to go further. Miyuki was definitely
begging for him to go much further. Chris was careful with his mouth, letting
his tongue trail Miyuki's skin slowly as his lips kissed his skin; he nipped at
the tip of Miyuki's cock, already tasting the cum that dripped on his skin.
Miyuki cursed under his breath as he shifted again, feeling the pain becoming
sharper at his stomach. He bit down hard on his lip, trying hard to suppress
his moan as his body tensed off the bed over and over again. His moans were
loud at the back of his throat.
"P-please." he groaned, almost miserably from the agonizing pleasure. "Just do
it, please." he begged for Chris to show no mercy.
Chris looked up slowly to see Miyuki's body tense, his muscles spasming as he
tried to keep himself still on his bed. Chris didn't have to say anything,
Miyuki would just want it more and more by the end of the night. Miyuki did
deserve a little treat since he's been working hard anyway. Chris gave in
because he wanted to, because he liked hearing Miyuki's moaning and whimpering
while he struggled to breathe. Chris had to admit it was a beautiful sound.
Chris stopped teasing when Miyuki demanded it of it. His fingers plunged deeper
like Miyuki wanted, and were thrusting faster like Miyuki wanted. His moans
just got so much louder and as he tried to hold himself back, he found it
harder to contain himself. Chris suspected that Miyuki might have been in pain
because of his injury, but even if he asks, Miyuki would tell him to keep going
with such an intense fire in his voice.
The pain was mixing with the pleasure and Miyuki was overwhelmed. He had to
admit that it's been a while since he felt that mind-blowingly good. It was
like his whole body was involved, the tingling sensation swallowed his skin,
and the knot in his stomach was from both the pain and pleasure. That was
making him sweat, that was making him moan, that was making him see stars.
When one tensed and callused hand lifted in the air, he felt fingers between
his, holding on tightly just as he did the same. He didn't feel bad that his
fingers were digging into Chris' skin, all this was his fault anyway. If Chris
wanted to hold Miyuki's hand, then so be it, but he can't complain if Miyuki
breaks his fingers. It seemed like Miyuki was using all his strength to stay
down, and the way he grasped on to Chris was the only source of control he had.
Everything else for him was a mess. Miyuki was definitely out of it.
It was the way his skin was being licked, the way he was being fingered and
teased, how he felt Chris' breath on him and the kisses and the touching.
Miyuki just barely lifted his head from his pillow, his eyes closing and his
mouth opening wide to let out a strained squeak of a moan.
"There, there, there!" He got out in one short breath, almost choking on his
words. "Right...there!-" he moaned as his body arched off the bed slightly, his
head pushing back against the pillow.
Chris' fingers didn't move from where Miyuki so loudly stated where it felt
good. Like always, Chris was right. There was no reason for him to be knuckles
deep when he knows where Miyuki likes it most. All he had to do was rub lightly
and Miyuki would completely lose it. It was nice to hear his voice get so loud,
especially when he was actually trying to keep it down.
Now he couldn't help it.
Now it just hurt.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Miyuki was torn by the pain he felt as he moved; he caught himself twisting
more to avoid the sharp discomfort at his side. His fingers were really digging
into Chris' skin and he couldn't help the grip he had. He didn't want Chris to
stop just because he was so close that it was unbearable. He lost his breath
easily and could barely find words to use just to speak. His shaking left him a
mess but it was good. It was something he needed. The pleasure was just as
amazing when the pain was getting that much sharper.
"N-n...no!" He did not want Chris to stop for any reason.
He was so close that he could feel it. He could no longer control how his body
moved. When Chris brought his mouth back on Miyuki's skin, it just got much
more difficult for Miyuki to control himself. There was a faint smile on his
mouth, the one where his upper lip slightly curled before he felt the ends of
his lips curving upwards.
Chris pulled his mouth away from Miyuki's skin when he was about to cum.
Miyuki's legs struggled to stay open but he remembered that he was with Chris
and had to do everything he could to keep his legs spread. Even as the spasming
got more intense and when his body wanted to pull away, Miyuki kept his legs
spread open for Chris to see. His skin was on fire. He just thought he was
really going to burn alive like this. And when Chris continued to rub his
fingers, Miyuki just about melted on the bed.
How long has he thought he's been climaxing? Well it felt like a while, but it
really hasn't been long.
His cum spilled over his swollen skin and got on his blue undershirt, leaving a
trail of white over where his stomach was clenching. The knot was finally
releasing but the pain still lingered to make him shake. He liked that feeling
much more than he thought. It just made everything flow easier. When he opened
his eyes, all he could see were stars but he smiled anyway like he always does
when his world gets rocked so hard his eyes roll back.
His breath was knocked out of him but it didn't stop him from moaning like he
was dying for more. His knees pulled up, his feet dragging the blankets; his
thighs were still open but they quivered and twitched while Chris continued to
move his fingers like nothing has happened yet. The stars in Miyuki's eyes will
never fade if Chris continues to torture him.
Miyuki wanted that so badly.
But there came a time where his body gave out and he couldn't hold on anymore.
The grip he had on Chris' hand released and his legs fell on the bed; he gasped
heavily for air like he hadn't breathed for hours. Sweat marked his red face,
mashing his hair to his skin.
Chris was tempted to keep going. His fingers just barely moved inside Miyuki
before he watched as Miyuki's body tensed again, shifting away while he
uncontrollably closed his legs. Miyuki hissed in air through his teeth, his
eyes closing tight, and his hands moved between his legs to cover himself.
Miyuki didn't find it funny but Chris was laughing. It was cute how Miyuki
jolted at the feeling of being touched once he came down from his high, at
least to Chris' it was cute. Miyuki just needed a moment to collect himself
since he was a complete mess; Chris touching him was not helping.
"I h-hate when you do... that." Miyuki said through his chattering teeth. He
wanted to stay curled away from Chris but that wouldn't last very long.
"Come on," Chris rubbed Miyuki's thighs. "Spread your legs." he smiled.
Those were the words.
Miyuki opened his eyes, his vision finally clear enough that his glasses
weren't a hindrance. There was something in his mind that said he should just
leave without any regret, but his body liked hearing those words from Chris'
mouth.
Of course Miyuki was going to spread his legs. Chris was the only person he
would do it for.
"Are you in pain?" Chris asked.
Even if he was, Miyuki would lie about it.
"N-no." He didn't have to lie this time. The pain wasn't there, just a
throbbing sensation that made him weak.
As much as Miyuki needed a second to breathe, he was hoping Chris would go
right for it again. Even if he hates it, and he does hate it when he's too
sensitive to take it, he wanted Chris to be mean enough to keep going.
That would feel amazing, wouldn't it?
Miyuki's mind ran wild with the idea.
He kept his legs spread as much as he could for Chris, even if the shaking and
twitching were unbearable for him. Being touched might have made his body
writhe even more, but that was the only thing that eased the anxiety he felt.
Chris could keep his hands on Miyuki for a long while and there would never be
a problem. And of course Miyuki would keep his legs spread like he always did.
Chris was the only person he would keep his legs spread for.
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Summary
     It finally hits Miyuki that Chris won't be around anymore to help out
     with his urges. He feels content anyway.
Chapter Notes
     I was like "oh there's no plot" but look at me now. Anyway, more smut
     (/^▽^)/.
Miyuki just barely made it in time for the first day of practice of his third
year. He didn't look too happy as he stealthily snuck in line next Kawakami.
His hair was a mess, the skin around his eyes were a little swollen, and he had
his hand under his chin while he moved his jaw around. He thought the sun was
too bright and it would be great if it would rain so he could get back in to
bed. What kind of speech would he have to make up so early in the morning to
get the first years so excited about being on the team? Miyuki just wanted to
lay down on the ground.
Kawakami looked over to Miyuki, a bit worried that Miyuki would have a hard
time waking up from now on. "You look terrible." He whispered to Miyuki.
Miyuki had an answer for that. There was a reason why his eyes felt like they
were on fire with every blink, and that his jaw was so sore that he hated
talking. He was fast to give an answer to what Kawakami noticed, "That's
because I was up all fucking night giving-"
Miyuki stopped his rant quickly when he saw Kuramochi glancing back in line
over his shoulder. He forgot Kuramochi was right in front of him for that
second so now he was keeping his mouth shut tight; Kuramochi was waiting for an
answer because it had to be something good. Miyuki didn't try to avoid
Kuramochi's interested glance but it wasn't like he wanted to explain himself
to Kuramochi, the person that was turning out to know more secrets than he was
supposed to. Kawakami looked between them but didn't say anything that would
start a fight, if a fight was really going to break out.
The previous night, Miyuki had a friend come over to his room and Kuramochi was
there to see that friend walk in to his room; Kuramochi was definitely sure
that person did not leave till hours later. There were a number of scenarios
going through Kuramochi's head, all of them gross to the point that it made him
want to throw up. Miyuki was going to admit that it was his fault for not being
more secretive but Kuramochi always had to go snooping around for something
scandalous.
"What were you doing, Miyuki?" Kuramochi asked, curious, but he really wanted
to expose Miyuki to the rest of the third years.
Miyuki was not going to tell anyone that he was up all night giving head to the
only person he ever liked.
That's why he was so tired. That's why he had his hand under his chin, feeling
around his jaw and trying to avoid the sore pain that the extraneous activity
caused him.
"I was studying-"
"Stop fucking lying-"
"Don't worry about what I do during my free time." Miyuki hissed when others
began to turn towards them.
Kuramochi knew something was up. He narrowed his eyes at Miyuki and turned
around slowly to mind his own business. If anyone knew that Chris came over
once, it would be over for Miyuki. Kuramochi would let slip that they're a
little too close to be just friends.
It's been almost two full years that Miyuki has been friends with benefits with
Chris. He hasn't caught feelings for him yet, well not enough feelings to deem
the relationship problematic. He could admit he liked Chris, a lot actually,
but he was fine with keeping things the way they were. It's not like Chris was
going to be around much anymore, and soon he was going to have to let go and
move on.
What else was there to do?
Miyuki wasn't sad or anything. Well he thought he wasn't sad. He's gotten used
to handling himself on his own but there were times where he thought it was odd
to be alone. It just didn't feel right. He was the only one that thought he
would get it, there was no way he could tell anyone what he felt, not like he
could put it to words anyway. He definitely couldn't tell Chris, that would be
the first thing to worry him.
Miyuki was distracted during practice. He just had a lot to think about. Was
the previous night his last night with Chris? That was an important question
for him to get an answer to. Now that Chris was no longer in high school, what
was Miyuki going to do? It's not like it was a life threatening thing, but
there were times where he thought something would go terribly wrong. It's weird
to be alone. Miyuki wanted to ignore the feeling during practice, like it
didn't bother him, like there were other things he had to worry about. But when
he gave up two years of his life to a person that would no longer be around, of
course he was going to worry about it.
They were just friends with benefits. It's not like Miyuki has anything else to
say about that. Whatever he was feeling would go away with time.
That's what he told himself.
Later on in the day, Miyuki wandered off. It was after practice and the
upperclassmen were about to take pleasure in watching the fresh first years
struggle with eating their servings of food. Miyuki thought he had other things
to pay attention to but got side tracked quickly.
As he walked around, he found someone waiting for him. For today, it was just a
little unusual but Miyuki suddenly had a breath of life fill him up as he made
his way over.
"What a surprise." Miyuki said, a smile on his face.
"You know, I saw you last night." Chris pointed out to him but Miyuki rolled
his eyes.
A lot happened last night, so he wasn't going to try and explain anything about
it.
"Don't let you-know-who find out that you're here. You'll never get to leave."
He said, and he wasn't referring to himself.
Chris smiled at him, that same smile that made Miyuki look away for just two
seconds so he could get the strength to control himself.
"I actually had to do something really quick."
Miyuki raised an eyebrow with interest, curious what Chris had to do.
"Someone?" Miyuki corrected him.
"Why are you like this?" Chris shook his head but couldn't help but laugh at
the boy in front of him.
Miyuki saw him just last night but the feelings never settled. Maybe if Chris
wasn't here right now, Miyuki wouldn't feel out of place. But he didn't mind.
Chris was here, and even if he had something to do, Miyuki was going to take
his time with him.
They didn't go far to hide themselves. Miyuki didn't want to take the trip back
to his room just because he wouldn't be able to stop his roommates from coming
in. Plus Chris wasn't staying for long so there probably wasn't any time to do
the real fun stuff.
Miyuki was at that point where it didn't matter what they did as long as Chris
was around.
"I can't believe you're still hanging out with a high schooler." Miyuki leaned
against the storage shed. "That's gross." He said.
"That's not what you were saying last night."
"No, no, no," Miyuki said quickly, "that's not what you were saying last
night." He corrected and Chris laughed. "I actually was not in the position to
talk," he pointed out.
Chris wasn't going to forget. Miyuki definitely was not going to forget.
"Does your jaw still hurt?" Chris asked just to be funny. Miyuki rolled his
eyes and looked away, shaking his head at the question Chris chose to ask him.
"You can make up for it by staying a little while." Miyuki suggested. Of course
he would still want his favorite senpai to stay around even if it's just for
twenty minutes.
He couldn't remember when he started wrapping his arms around Chris' neck, or
when he began begging for kisses. He couldn't remember when he started liking
just being kissed, like it was the only thing he wanted. Chris never said
anything, like if that was going too far, or if it just felt wrong because
kissing was something entirely different. Miyuki wanted to pretend like all the
kissing didn't matter, like how the sex never mattered but it was different.
Don't go.
Miyuki couldn't remember when he got so attached.
The words were at the tip of his tongue, like if he could just open his mouth,
he would be able to tell Chris that he felt uneasy with the idea that he was
leaving. It's not like they would never see each other again but he knows Chris
will be busy. He won't want to mess with a high school kid, right? Miyuki kept
his quiet plea to himself once Chris kissed him.
He reminded himself that he didn't have any of those other feelings that would
cause problems. After all, he was never in a relationship.
It just started to feel like one.
There was nothing that could compare to how Chris kissed Miyuki. Sometimes, he
would take it slow and be as careful as he could be, being tentative and
waiting for how Miyuki would react. The kisses would be deep, enough to take
Miyuki's breath away, and they did. He was barely breathing but it was that
sweet lightheaded feeling that made him want to keep going. It was odd that he
liked how his knees buckled and how his blood rushed to his face to warm up his
cheeks.
By then, Miyuki had his hands in Chris' hair, his fingers tangling in the
strands that were pulled back neatly. With every kiss, he ached to take a
breath, but it felt better when his chest caved and his heart beat faster, it
made him want to kiss Chris more, like he needed it.
And Miyuki couldn't utter a word when Chris pulled away to kiss his neck. Not
one syllable made it out of his mouth when Chris pulled down his undershirt to
kiss lower. It was hard to say anything. The feeling of Chris' lips still
lingered on Miyuki's; it made him bite down on his lip while he was kissed at
his neck.
"I...um...I-I-" Miyuki tried so hard but he wasn't getting anywhere. He
swallowed the lump in his throat, and did his best to ignore how dry his mouth
became.
There were going to be a few more marks on his skin, as if he didn't need
enough for the night before. Chris would never apologize.
Miyuki began to move around, letting his hands drop to his pants so he start
getting off his belt. He wouldn't be able to explain the boner that was poking
through but Chris has yet to notice. It won't take much longer but Miyuki was
going to take this opportunity to do something. His hands fumbled with his belt
clumsily and moved to push down his pants while Chris kissed his skin.
Chris' hands moved to help but Miyuki just pushed them away before taking a
slow deep breath.
"I can, um... I can do it myself." Miyuki was sure he could but with Chris
being here, he didn't know if he wanted to give the rights to him instead.
Chris moved his hands up to the wall of the shed and kept them there to corner
Miyuki. He never runs away but maybe the pressure might sway him other wise.
Chris had the power to manipulate Miyuki anyway he wanted, and Miyuki knew that
without trying too hard to figure it out. It was just hard to catch it. Chris
would still be so kind and so gentle and Miyuki would willingly fall victim to
it, of course.
Miyuki moved his head down, hoping to cover his face because he thought Chris
was looking. He brought his hand up to his mouth, letting two of his fingers
press down on his tongue. He looked even further away so Chris couldn't see
anything he did for those few seconds even if it was as simple as sucking on
his own fingers. Chris remained close to him, however, his hands pressed to the
wall, his body inches away, his face close enough that could nuzzle up to
Miyuki like it was nothing. Miyuki was quick to cover his fingers in excessive
saliva and pull them out of his mouth so he could put them somewhere else.
Miyuki wanted to keep his eyes down, the sudden feeling of shyness coming over
him. He couldn't think of one reason why he would act like that, of all ways to
act, but his heart was beating so hard in his chest that he heard it in his
ears. He wanted to ignore everything while he moved his hands in his pants so
he could finger himself but there was just something about Chris being around
that made it hard to ignore everything. Miyuki knew Chris was waiting and
probably watching to see his face, what he looked like, what expression he had.
As if he didn't know already.
When Miyuki got his fingers in, he leaned his head back against the wall and
sighed quietly. He caught a glimpse of Chris' smile but looked away to his
shoulder just because he didn't know what to say or do with Chris watching him
so closely.
"Don't force it." Chris said quietly.
Miyuki has heard that advice enough in the past two years. He knew what he was
doing now. The only point was to show that he could handle himself.
He lifted his head and felt Chris' lips brush against his. It was a nice way to
silence his moans. His other hand twisted in Chris' hair so he wouldn't be able
to move away; it wasn't uncommon for Miyuki to cling to Chris the way he did.
He just wanted Chris close to him.
He had enough strength to focus on himself as well; his fingers were moving at
a slow rhythm, a pace that took him a while to get used to. Deep down, he
wanted to finger himself faster, to make it rougher and harder, but with Chris
here he was okay with taking it slow. It felt just the same. If it were Chris'
fingers, they would move as slow until Miyuki was close, until he couldn't
breathe or take any more of the teasing.
Miyuki did his best to imagine that Chris was touching him, and his imagination
was pretty spot on with that. Chris wanted to touch him because it was always
fun to, but he kept his hands to himself since Miyuki said he was fine with
doing this on his own. All Chris could do was listen to Miyuki's small whimpers
and moans against his lips.
It didn't take more than a few thrusts to get Miyuki horny. He was so into it
that he was sure he wouldn't have a reason to stop. If anything, Chris wouldn't
go anywhere for a long while. Miyuki would skip school, too, just to make sure
that Chris couldn't go anywhere.
He couldn't remember when he got so clingy.
But the feeling was amazing.
His hand loosened in Chris' hair and joined his other hand in fondling himself.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly to feel the cum that
dripped on to his skin. A shiver went up his spine that made him breathe out
against Chris' skin before kissing him roughly again and again.
It didn't matter that Miyuki was breathless or that his body shook all over.
That was the best part about it. His face was bright red, and his breathing was
shallow, his heart continued to beat incredibly hard in his chest. His fingers
were just about to move faster, seconds away from giving in to that habit he
always had.
He pulled away to moan, his voice shaking as he moved his hands faster.
"Relax." Chris' voice was low in his ear.
Miyuki's shoulders stopped tensing and he let out another breath he was
holding. He was careful to remind himself to not try to force it, to relax, to
not rush. With Chris here, it was much easier to get by.
"You know where you like it."
Miyuki did know where he liked it. What's even better was that Chris knew too
and it would be great if he moved his hands.
Miyuki let out a quiet moan before mashing his lips together. He nodded as his
fingers moved.
"Slow down." Chris whispered. Miyuki was obedient, slowing his fingers where he
liked it so his thrusts weren't so rough. "Slower." Chris said lowly when he
heard Miyuki's voice.
Miyuki's chest heaved, his ragged whimpers leaving his lips while he did his
best to breathe. Now his hands were shaking. He was going slower but it made
his head swoon and his knees buckle. It drove him crazy how slow he had to go
just to make it to the edge.
He listened to Chris' voice in his ear, low and husky, making his heart flutter
as the seconds went by. Chris told him all kinds of things and Miyuki was weak
to it all. He would be the only one to know how dirty Chris really was, and
that was amazing. Miyuki just couldn't last long.
Chris let his hand caress Miyuki's face, feeling his hot skin under his
fingers. Miyuki barely noticed he was being touched, even though it was just a
simple hand to the cheek. He didn't notice being kissed either, or when his
moans were muffled, or how it was harder to breathe.
He was distracted by how the heat pooled in his stomach. His legs shook but
that didn't stop him from fingering himself. His throbbing cock leaked cum to
the ground and his fingers continued to stroke his skin until he couldn't do it
anymore.
Before Miyuki could tense up, he reminded himself to relax, letting his
shoulders drop again, and his fingers slowed to an easy rhythm that made him
cum right then and there. It was pure bliss, complete and utter bliss. Miyuki
was white hot under his skin and his blood boiled while he finally felt Chris'
kisses on his skin. His moans weren't silent and he didn't want them to be. But
he kissed Chris enthusiastically while the heat numbed his body, settling
throughout till he was left twitching and shaking.
He could masturbate on his own but it always felt better when Chris was around.
At least now, Miyuki didn't have that unsettling feeling the thought of being
alone brought him. He got the closure he needed and was okay with letting Chris
go.
It took some time but Miyuki was okay with it.
Although he thought this, he still clung to Chris to have a little more time.
If only they could have a little more time.
Miyuki didn't say anything when Chris had to go. As much as he wanted to tell
him not to go, to not leave him, to at least come back sometime soon, he
didn't. He knew that it was going to happen one day, he would just have to bare
with it. There was no point in clinging so hard anyway.
He got the closure he needed.
And it made him smile.
No one saw him again until afternoon practice. For some odd reason, through the
eyes of everyone watching him, he gave off a bright aura, and usually that's
not something they get. Some of the other team members were actually worried
that Miyuki was switched out with some nicer twin.
Kuramochi was going to get to the bottom of this.
"Oi," he came up behind Miyuki, hitting the back of his knee with his leg. "How
come every time you go MIA, you come back glowing and happy?" he asked,
although he already knew the answer.
"Where's Sawamura?" Miyuki changed the subject abruptly.
"Crying." Kuramochi snorted. "He decided, on his own, that he should put his
frustration to good use and went running." he laughed.
Miyuki remained silent for a second. Then he turned to Kuramochi and took a
breath to ask, "What'd you see?"
There's only one reason Sawamura would be so frustrated that he would start
crying. And with the smile on Kuramochi's face, it just confirmed everything.
Kuramochi didn't have to ask where Miyuki went, who he went with, and what he
did. He already saw the answer. Yet he had to say something.
"Tongue." Kuramochi shook his head and remained quiet too. Then after a few
seconds of more silence, he added, "some dick, too."
They were both quiet.
"But mostly tongue." Kuramochi continued.
Miyuki planned to ask why Kuramochi was constantly going around trying to see
what he was up to all the time. And Kuramochi always brought Sawamura with him
just to make him cry. There had to be a reason he did this. Miyuki kept his
mouth shut though. The silence was turning to something different and he wanted
to avoid it.
"You good?" Kuramochi asked.
He knew what was up. He thought Miyuki would be a little depressed since Chris
probably won't be around much anymore. After all, he did graduate and had plans
with his life. Kuramochi had a hunch and wanted to make sure that Miyuki wasn't
going to spiral into some mood that would destroy everything.
Miyuki genuinely smiled though, completely opposite of what Kuramochi expected
him to do. "I'm okay."
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Summary
     Miyuki hides by himself in the dugout for a little alone time. It's
     not easy for him to realize how lonely he is, but he makes use of it
     anyway. There's only one person Miyuki would keep his legs spread for
     but he's no longer around.
Miyuki sat alone in the dugout.
He wasn't sure how long he was there, but he was there for a while. For a good
part of the time, he was staring at the field like there was some untold secret
he would found out if he kept his gaze outside. After that bored him, though,
he found something better to do with himself.
It was natural that he would get the sudden urge to touch himself. There were
times he would ignore it since he was out with people and couldn't exactly rip
his pants off to do whatever he wanted. On days like these, when he's alone,
when there's no one to bother him, he takes the chance to go for it.
The last time he did anything, well...he couldn't remember.
How long has it actually been?
He was doing something now. He tried to.
His white pants were down to his knees, one hand between his legs he had
spread, his other hand stroking himself slowly. He constantly had to remind
himself not to rush it, not to force it, and for once, it was actually working.
He had to admit that he was distracted the entire day, even at practice. He
remembered every moment he dozed off at home plate, staring out into the field
but falling into his own imagination. It was the urge to do something that
swallowed him up. During practice he was just so distracted that he couldn't
even help himself at the time. It was the imagination of someone else being
there, just watching; that other catcher he looked up to was there in front of
him, touching him, talking to him. Miyuki was good with his imagination. So he
let it run wild, seeing all the things that could happen to him if he let it go
further. Even then, while he waited for that next pitch to home plate, he
wished he was somewhere else with that someone else.
When came back to reality after dozing off now, he didn't see someone else
standing in his way or hear someone shouting to tell him to snap out of it. It
was just the silence besides his quiet moans.
He was lonely.
But his imagination could work wonders.
He closed his eyes again, leaning his head back as he began panting for the
fresh air. He wished he could feel the heat of someone next to him, to feel
their touch, their skin, their breath. He gasped heavily, a low moan leaving
his lips. If only someone were here to see him doing this to himself, watching
him put himself through the agonizing torture.
A wild shiver went up his spine and his body jolted, his legs almost closing
before he told himself that they had to stay open.
"S-senpai." he whispered under his breath.
His fingers shook while he thought to himself more. It's hard to keep up with a
steady rhythm, one that he could rock his hips to. His eyes stay closed but he
saw the image he's been drawing up for a while now.
"Chris." The name rolled off his tongue easily, like it's the only thing he's
been saying for hours.
His body continued to shake as he fell for the images he made up in his mind.
Today was one of those good days where he could make up anything he wanted. He
only thinks about Chris and the way Chris touched him. His hands would press
firmly on Miyuki's thighs, spreading his legs only for him to see. Miyuki's
shoulders tensed up as he thought about Chris' hands rubbing his skin; he
thought of everywhere Chris touched him, and it left him with goosebumps on his
skin. It was such a nice thought that Miyuki was begging for it to be real.
It was pure torture that he was putting himself through.
He cursed under his breath when it got hard to control his body. His fingers
were moving on their own, already knowing where he wanted to be touched; his
hand tightened around his cock, the pads of his fingers rubbing harder as his
cum dripped over his knuckles. The fingers inside him curled slowly, his legs
tensing and his thighs quivering before he plunged his fingers harder.
"Touch me..."
He desperately wanted to be touched. He begged for it in the silence, already
knowing there was no one to answer him. That didn't make him stop. He could
hear his voice, and that didn't make him stop. No one was around to hear him
whine and beg to be fucked.
"Chris-senpai." he gasped.
He needed something more.
Miyuki leaned his head back, his back arching to the feeling of his fingers
inside him. "Please." his moan dragged on. "Touch me." he begged, short of
breath.
He could hear Chris' voice as if he really was here. It was that low voice that
brought shivers up his spine and around his body. Miyuki would always do his
best to listen to his senpai whenever he spoke, doing everything he said like
it was natural. And sometimes, Chris wouldn't put his hands on Miyuki, he would
just watch and tell him what to do. Miyuki remembered those days perfectly. The
way Chris watched him, the way he talked and told him he wasn't going to do
anything. The same firm "no" played in his head any time he thought of asking
for help.
Miyuki had to bite his tongue to keep in his curses.
His hips were moving into his hands, almost believing he was being fucked at
the moment. His wet moans didn't get any softer even when he was aware of how
loud he was. How could he stop himself now? His skin burned to be touched, to
feel Chris' biceps pressing on his arms, to feel Chris' chest on his back. And
God, the way Chris kissed him was something else. Miyuki fell for his fantasies
hard.
They used to be real, now all he could was think about them. But they were
enough.
Enough to make him whine greedily for more, to break the silence with his moans
and call out to nothing. Enough to make his body tremble and ache for something
better, something he had before. Enough to make him see stars, to take his
breath away, to make his skin burn.
"Oh fuck," he breathed out heavily, his body curling up as the knot in his
stomach tightened. His legs almost closed and he thought it was embarrassing
how much he had to fight with himself to keep them from shaking so hard. Now it
was difficult to get his body under control.
It just felt so good.
Miyuki bit his lip hard to hide the smile that was spreading on his lips. His
eyes fluttered open but all he could see was white. He tensed, barely being
able to breathe, while low hums came from his throat. He kept his legs open as
he thought of the only person he wanted between them. His teeth bit down harder
on his lip, his voice getting louder as his fingers moved faster. His smile was
still there and he fought hard to hide it.
He imagined what it was like every time to climax.
And just like every other time, this time was the same toe curling, eye
rolling, drowning orgasm that got Miyuki to smile to no end.
He hadn't felt like that in a long while.
It took him a moment, a long moment, to realize what happened. He forgot where
he was and what he was doing, only to be reminded of where his hands were on
his body. He let out the breath he was holding and sighed quietly to himself;
his shoulders slouched and his chest caved, the fire fading away until he
didn't feel the need to have his fingers inside him anymore. There were times
he could last multiple rounds but now it didn't seem worth it.
He closed his eyes again and sighed like before, finding himself back in
reality.
"Chris-senpai..." he wished Chris was here.
It was hard to admit he was lonely now, but he did admit it.
"Hey," Miyuki heard someone else's voice that made his eyes snap open to see
who it was. He wanted to hide his smile because he thought it was incredibly
embarrassing that he was getting excited. But he couldn't help it when his
senpai was smiling at him because his legs were spread open, just like they
used to be. "I'm right here."
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