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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:
      Furuya_Satoru/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Furuya_Satoru, Sawamura_Eijun
  Additional Tags:
      Daiya_no_Sinday, PWP
  Series:
      Part 1 of Daiya_No_Sinday
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Words: 1994
****** Fineshrine ******
by neesaan
Summary
     Eijun was getting close to it, close to pulling out the raw intensity
     he knew the other was capable of – Furuya may have held his composure
     in all other areas of life, but here, here he was bordering on
     uncontrollable, completely absorbed with the folds of Eijun’s pants,
     hands impatiently tugging them down and off of him, his mouth pressed
     firm against his stomach. His tongue traced every curve of him,
     dipping into his navel for a brief moment before pulling Eijun on top
     of him, pants lost and tangled somewhere below his knees.
Notes
     My first daiya no sinday contribution! Follow us on tumblr,
     daiyanosinday
See the end of the work for more notes
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“We don’t – aah – have time f-for this.”
Stooping to his knees, Eijun ignored him, advancing on Furuya and pressing him
onto the closed toilet seat, crashing onto his knees with as much coordination
as he could muster, rushing and fumbling with the belt of his lover’s pants.
Furuya’s hands fumbled nervously over his, torn between holding Eijun off and
holding on to him.
“Are you sure? It kinda seems like you want to…”
Furuya’s thick, muscled legs were spread lasciviously for Eijun, his hips
twitching and palms sweaty, heavily pressed to the back of Eijun’s neck. His
fingers danced an impatient rhythm on his skin, alternating between applying
pressure and pulling away, seemingly unsure of his actions. His eyes told a
different story, however; his trademark blank stare was gone, replaced by a
perilously dark gaze, ardent and moist with the promise of Eijun’s prurient
motives. Eijun deliberately licked his lower lip, dragging his tongue against
the surface of it with inauspicious glint to his eyes.
“I could stop, if you really want me to Satoru…”
Furuya’s only response was to let his body make the decision for him, buckling
his legs underneath Eijun’s neck and tightly lacing his long fingers through
his hair, finding his resolve somewhere between the lewdness of Eijun’s tongue
and the tight, relentless grip the southpaw held his ass with. Eijun pulled
mirthlessly on Furuya’s pants, laughing soundlessly when the cold plastic of
the seat made contact with his skin. Furuya shivered underneath him, his
presence raw with desire. Eijun took his length calmly in his hands, tightening
his fingers at the base, goosebumps raising on his arms as he brushed against
the soft hair below Furuya’s abdomen. He looked up at Furuya through heavily
lidded eyes, his expression languid and drifting. Furuya returned his dark gaze
easily, his teeth firmly planted into his bottom lip, the indentations forming
temporary hues of blossoming reds. His hold on Eijun tightened and he kneaded
his fingers into shoulders maddeningly, his eyes caught in the hunger of
Eijun’s stare. Eijun teased, almost childishly, dipping his tongue into crevice
of his cock, swirling his tongue once, twice around his tip before pulling
back, his lips pulled into an erotic sneer.
He enjoyed peeling these layers from Furuya, much more than he should; it was
nearly twisted. Furuya was better than him in more ways than one – the ace, a
reliable teammate, passionate yet focused, with a steeling quality of quietness
that demanded he never be looked down on – and Eijun loved and revered these
characteristics of his partner. They were everything he fell in love with and
more than that, they were the foundation of what was Furuya Satoru. Calm when
he was distraught, silent when he was loud, and always in front of him when he
was left staring at the back of a number that was slowly meaning less to him
the longer he was with him.
“Hey,”Furuya grunted, his countenance strained and impatient. Another layer.
Eijun laughed again and Furuya’s eyes flashed dangerously, the hand in his hair
twisting roughly and pulling Eijun’s head back greedily. Furuya towered over
him, his breath hot and damp on Eijun’s face. His lips curled
uncharacteristically, his cheeks flushed red with yearning. Normally, one would
panic at such force, and Eijun had to admit that a small part of him did, with
his heart thumping heavily in his chest. But mostly, for him, it was step
closer to the Furuya he wanted to see. The boy he wanted ripping him apart at
the seams, firm and deep inside him, and the more Eijun teased, the closer he
got to the very last layer, finally finding his core.
Eijun cried eager, whimpers of desire into Furuya’s mouth as the other pressed
his lips acutely to his own, Eijun’s mouth pliantly meeting his with
enthusiastic motions. Furuya tugged harder on Eijun’s hair, opening the expanse
of Eijun’s neck and tongued him voraciously, swallowing every sound that left
Eijun. He pulled apart salaciously, saliva connecting the two for a brief
moment until it wasn’t, and then his teeth were grazing in a downward path
across Eijun’s jaw. Furuya nipped at the thin skin covering Eijun’s trembling
Adam’s apple, causing him to tremble unwillingly. Releasing his grip on Eijun’s
hair, Furuya softly petted the back of his neck and placed a wet, soothing kiss
on the corner of his lips.
“Stop teasing me.”
Misted eyes flashed up at him dauntingly.
”Never.”
Pulling the fabric of Furuya’s underwear below his waist, Eijun took Furuya
into his mouth completely, humming seductively as his tip hit the back his
throat, the width of him pressing firmly against his teeth. Eijun preened with
each moan that left Furuya’s throat, guttural and firm, and oh, he didn’t talk
much, but Eijun lived for the noises that seem to burst from him reluctantly
every time Eijun pounced on him, taking his oh-so-careful self-control and
unbiased persona in his hands, molding it into the unabashed carnal nature that
they both knew he was capable of.
Furuya choked back a sob and brought a fist to his lips, biting the skin
splayed across his knuckles and shivering at the depth at which Eijun took him.
Reaching up and grabbing that very same fist, Eijun tugged Furuya forward,
leveling his gaze and staring hard, eyes smoldering and molten.
”Stop, or I’ll come.”
Eijun refused, closing his eyes and digging his hands deeper into Furuya’s
thighs, his nails pressed firmly into the flesh of them, pulling him closer to
his mouth, closer to the edge, infinitely close to where Eijun needed him to
be.
“I said stop.”
The soft pleading of his tone made Eijun hesitate, his lips loosening at the
assertion of his words. Furuya slid out of his mouth slowly, stalling for a
moment when the underside of his length grazed the top of Eijun’s tongue,
finally withdrawing entirely and swooping low to kiss Eijun once more, catching
his lip between his teeth before releasing him.  
“Come here,”he says lowly, murmuring into his ear and cupping Eijun’s face
softly. “Up.”
Shaking his head, Eijun smirked up at Furuya, eyes glazed and expression soft.
“We can’t. I didn’t bring anything.”
“Up,”he repeats darkly, as if he hadn’t heard Eijun at all. He gets up slowly
from his knees, his thighs burning from the position, and stands tall,
stretching his arms into the air, hands grazing the stall door. Whatever Furuya
had in mind, Eijun really wasn’t in a position to argue – he had started this
after all. Furuya seemed determined to finish it.
He pulled Eijun’s shirt out of his pants, his hands grazing Eijun’s abdomen
teasingly, rubbing soft circles into his skin and pulling him towards his
mouth, pressing his lips to the sharp corners of Eijun’s hips. Furuya might be
a cold person, but his lips felt like fire, spreading heat and enticing every
inch of him. His hands cupped Eijun’s erection through his pants and Eijun
moaned arduously, the tightness of it quickly becoming intolerable.
Layers, it was all about the layers
Eijun was getting close to it, close to pulling out the raw intensity he knew
the other was capable of – Furuya may have held his composure in all other
areas of life, but here, here he was bordering on uncontrollable, completely
absorbed with the folds of Eijun’s pants, hands impatiently tugging them down
and off of him, his mouth pressed firm against his stomach. His tongue traced
every curve of him, dipping into his navel for a brief moment before pulling
Eijun on top of him, pants lost and tangled somewhere below his knees.
Straddling him clumsily, Eijun slumped forward, heaving into Furuya’s shoulder,
his breaths falling from him in shallow, short bursts. Furuya whispered
something unintelligible into Eijun’s ear, biting the lobe smartly before
moving on, leaving a stream of greedy kisses down the curve of his neck,
pausing to bite and suckle a bruise just shy of his collar bone. Eijun hissed
inwardly, arching his back and tightening his legs around Furuya, his eyes
darkening and lips pulled into a sneer.
“That was for earlier,”Furuya answered without being asked, his voice
reverberating inside Eijun’s chest, lips quivering at his throat. He licked the
mark once, twice and pulled Eijun into another kiss, one hand hungrily pulling
him forward, grip firm against his back and the other now firmly wrapped around
Eijun’s cock, calloused fingers exploring the length of it. Eijun rolled his
hips, shivers of arousal speeding through him, traces of electricity and
passion settling on his skin and mingling with the cold sweat that trickled
down the small of his back. Furuya quickened his movements, taking care to
graze the underside of his shaft with careful touches, his eyes alit with
wonder at every pant, moan and sob Eijun would give.
Eijun couldn’t recall when he had lost track of his hands – at one point they
were gripping the sides of the stall, naïvely trying to hold his ground against
the assailment of sensation on his body, the peak of his arousal, against the
titular waves of raw need radiating from Furuya. At another moment they were
entwined Furuya’s hair, another pulling against his back, pulling down his
jersey, tearing across his skin, holding Furuya to this moment. Furuya inched
forward on the seat of the toilet, pressing Eijun’s back to the door of the
stall, bending him into an impossible curve, then resuming the onslaught of his
movements, his hands adjusting to grip his own length as well, pitcher’s
fingers long enough to grip both of them. Eijun whimpered as they made contact,
the heat of Furuya’s cock sending waves of pleasure into him, careening him
towards the edge of everything and this was it –
This was the last layer of Furuya. It was soft and steel melded together it, it
was quiet breaths and heavy glances, steel grey eyes that bored into his like
sheathed daggers, capable of the worst but shielded just for him. Furuya’s
chest rose with every thrust of his arm, his face entirely disarmed and full of
just one emotion. Desire shined clear within his gaze and Eijun flung himself
forward, reaching for the other desperately, clinging to Furuya by his
shoulders and molding his lips to his. Furuya parted for him upon contact,
their tongues clashing messily, but Eijun couldn’t be bothered to care because
he was so close, so close
Furuya came before him, body rocking in soft, small spasms underneath Eijun,
his seed spilling unto his hands in pearly streaks of white, warmly splashing
against his stomach. The moan that fell from his lips was unrestrained and low
in Eijun’s ears, the sound of it pushing Eijun into his own climax. His
shoulders arched impressively as his release poured out of him, coiled tension
let loose in one fell swoop, his own streaks messily canvasing Furuya.  
“That was…”Eijun trailed off, bumping his forehead gently against Furuya’s,
sweat and hair matted to his face, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, but still
so goddamn beautiful. “Nice.”
Furuya opened his eyes lazily, lashes fluttering and eyes taunting. ”You made
such mess.”
“What?!”Eijun sputtered, hastily moving to disentangle himself from the other,
but his legs wouldn’t comply, limp and sore and useless. Furuya held him firmly
by his hips, fingers digging into his side. He pressed a small kiss to the
corner of Eijun’s lips and Eijun could feel the smirk on his face.
“That was nice, but what will you do if the bus has left?”
Eijun found the strength in his legs quickly, jumping to his feet and barreling
out of the bathroom stall. “FURUYA GET – AH – THIS IS NO TIME TO RELAX WE H-
HAVE TO GO! AAHH, LET’S GO!”
Quickly washing his hands at the bathroom sink, Furuya fleetingly thought about
what the coach would say when Eijun jumped on the bus without his jersey.
 
 
 
End Notes
     pwps are hard
     hehehe pun intended
     ****thank you to ciel for the hilariously accurate and in-character
     ending to this****
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