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works/2966.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Eyeshield_21
  Relationship:
      Shin/Sena
  Character:
      Kobayakawa_Sena, Shin_Seijuurou
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, ij_porn_battle
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-01-31 Words: 576
****** Difference Between ******
by Lys_ap_Adin_(lysapadin)
Summary
     Sena thinks about the difference between "opponent" and "rival."
Notes
     Written for IJ's_Porn_Battle, to the prompt "Eyeshield 21, Shin/Sena,
     only rival." Smut. 573 words.
Difference Between
Hiruma-san had shaken his head one time, and smirked, and noted that Sena's one
true rival was definitely Shin Seijuurou.
Sena hadn't quite known what to make of that at the time, but he was starting
to think he might be coming to understand.
He had plenty of opponents, he knew that much. He was good at learning from
them, too; sometimes, when he looked back at his time playing American
football, it astonished him how much he'd learned in just a few months, mostly
in the process of playing ever-stronger opponents.
But they were opponents. Shin... was something different. Sena knew his
opponents could force his hand, force him to dig deep into his reserves and
find skills he hadn't even realized he'd had. But Shin could inspire him to do
that, just by being himself. So that definitely set Shin apart.
And there was the fact that Sena didn't do this with any of his other
opponents, either. Sena closed his eyes and sighed as a large hand curled
around his hip and stroked down the crease of it. "Shin-san..."
Shin murmured something, throaty and indistinct against Sena's shoulder, and
then nipped at the curve of it. Sena gasped at the sharpness, and reached back,
gripping Shin's shoulder, fingers digging into the heavy muscle of it.
Normally, the fact that Shin was so much more muscled was a little embarrassing
and a lot inspiring. When they were here, like this, though, it was just hot.
When they were doing this, he liked everything about how much bigger Shin-san
was.
Sena shifted, restless, as strong fingers stroked lower, teasing over his
thighs but not coming close enough to where he wanted them to be. "Shin-san,
please..."
A laugh husked against his ear as Shin brushed a fingertip over the head of his
cock. "Please what?"
Sena panted against the fleeting licks of pleasure, hips trying to press into
Shin's touch. Shin's other hand held him in place, and the fact that he didn't
even feel like he was straining to do it made a hot edge of pleasure curl
through Sena. "Fuck me," he whispered, breathless. "Please, let me feel you."
If Shin liked to inspire him into being direct, well. Sena enjoyed the process,
and the results. Shin made a sound against his ear, part purr, part growl, and
obliged him. Sena moaned as Shin opened him, fingers driving into him, free
hand still pinning him into place when Sena tried to squirm against the rough,
shivery-edged stretch. Sena moaned again when those big hands spread him wide,
and Shin's cock slid into him, his thoughts shuddering into incoherence before
the intensity of being held and fucked, ass stretched hard by the size of
Shin's cock. It was so good to have Shin's bulk over him, each thrust driving
him higher, as heady as running with Shin, as playing against him, exhilarating
the way football only ever felt with Shin. Sena cried out, throat raw with the
force of it, when pleasure overwhelmed him, wringing him out without mercy.
Shin's deep voice joined his as his hips jerked against Sena's, and then he
subsided against Sena's back, panting for breath.
Sena closed his eyes and wriggled contentedly under the warm bulk of him, all
of his muscles burning with the pleasant fatigue of exertion, and smiled as
Shin gathered him closer.
Perhaps Hiruma-san had been right; Shin was definitely something special.
end
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