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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/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Sawamura_Eijun, Kuramochi_Youichi, Miyuki_Kazuya
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Plot_Thrown_out_the_Window, Friday_idea
      that_evolved_into_this, Bottom_Eijun, Eijun_POV, Miyuki_POV, A_hell_of_a
      way_to_confess
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-24 Words: 5208
****** Guys Night Out ******
by starrwinter
Summary
     The result of a crappy week at work, one dirty thought and a bunch of
     writing later.
     Definite porn without plot and what Sawamura prefers to do on his
     night off when 'most' of the boys are out doing other things...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Eijun pulled out his best ‘sick and I just want to pass out in bed’ face for
Kuramochi. Oh he wasn't sick, not in the normal sense anyways, just needed a
little alone time to wind down after a particularly hard week of early
practices and late nights.
“You sure ‘Mura? We’re not even picking a scary movie where you'd likely hide
your eyes… Action, babes and guns…” Kuramochi was really trying to get him to
tag along on a Friday team outing, but Eijun had his own plan in mind for a
good time.
“Next time, 'Mochi. I promise!” Throwing in a few convincing nods before
sinking back onto his lower bunk.
“Alright… but I'm not bringing you back any popcorn!” He cackled evilly before
grabbing a jacket and swiftly exiting the room to catch up with their team
mates.
‘Finally.’ I'll wait just a bit to make sure they're ‘really’ gone and can do
some relaxing myself.
He spent a bit of time checking his emails from friends at home, and sending a
few text messages to Wakana about his long week before finally deciding the
coast should be clear.
Digging into the very bottom of his nightstand drawer, he pulled out a large
shoe box lifting out a few items before letting it drop to the floor.
Eijun walked to the door making sure it was locked before grabbing one of the
low wooden stools they kept in the corner of the room. Just in case guests or
an occasional annoying senpai decided to stop by for a gaming night.
He was finally all alone and the particular pent up frustrations from the day
came crawling back to his vision.
The lifting of a dirt-streaked jersey after practice, exposing the skin tight
compression shirt fitted over tight coils of muscle. Sweat beading down from
messy, brown hair while he bent, stretched and unwound his tired body.
Eijun was getting hard just thinking about him. It didn't help they spent so
much time on and off the field together. Glimpses of freckled skin from a
lifted shirt by accident, or soap running over a tempting shoulder in the
shower. He was just too damn irresistible for his own good – and knowing
Eijun’s luck was probably straight as they came with all the girls constantly
chasing after him.
He just couldn't get the catcher out of his mind. From the first time he laid
eyes on Miyuki Kazuya, he had been hooked on his smouldering gazes and piercing
laughter, hitting the very pit of desire within him. He had called them
‘partners’ when they first met, and there would be nothing more desirable to
Eijun than to have his feelings returned.
Sinking down into the comfort of his bed, he quickly discarded his track pants
and underwear. It was a little cold in the room, so he kept on his shirt on to
avoid a chill. Again his thoughts strayed back to a set of intense, golden
brown eyes always hiding behind a set of glasses. Just what would he look like
without them (probably even more handsome…). The ‘pretty catcher’ nickname
certainly fit him well.
Eijun trailed his left hand slowly down, leaving shivers and muscle ripples in
its wake over exhausted muscles, to wrap a callused hand around his aching
cock. He was already so hard after barely touching himself, imagining Miyuki’s
right hand doing the stroking instead. He spread the pre-cum at the tip of his
cock around the head, moaning at the elevated sensitivity.
Knowing he wanted to last a lot longer, he drew his hand away reaching for the
tube of lube thrown on the bed. He quickly slicked his fingers, wanting to give
back into the pleasure as quickly as possible.
Eijun moaned out loud, picturing how Miyuki would hold him in the firm grip of
his hand. Exactly how firm or soft he would stroke from root to tip bringing
him to the brink. Sweet murmurings in his ear, or knowing Miyuki perhaps a few
nasty phrases to spur him on to completion.
His index finger swirled teasingly around his opening, letting the lube warm in
his fingers while lost in daydreams. Pushing the digit slowly inside, he
shifted on the bed to his knees, avoiding touching the sheets with his ever-
hardening member. He fingered himself slow at first, controlling his breathing
while he focused of each inch of his slender, pitcher fingers moving within his
body.
How would Miyuki do this? Slow, like he was teasing himself now, or would he
not be able to wait quickly slicking in another finger and curling them to make
Eijun moan into the sheets.
He imagined all the scenarios and places he would love to be spread out over
Miyuki’s lap, taking in nothing but pleasure at the pace he dictated. Within
their battery, he fully trusted Miyuki to make the right calls to victory, and
he would certainly let him have his way in bed too.
Eijun shifted even further forward, cock leaking onto and pressing into his
sheets once he added a second and finally third finger. Curling until he found
the spot that resulted in white, hot flashes of pleasure behind his eyes. He
was ready.
Leaning on the bed he found the other item discarded in haste. This is why he
needed the room completely to himself tonight. He regularly found time to come
with his hand or fingers, but nothing could replace the full feeling of actual
penetration. Since, sadly Eijun was missing a sexy catcher at his beck and call
for those activities, he would have to use the next best thing along with his
imagination.
Eijun pulled the stool close to the bed, re-opening the lube bottle to apply a
fresh coat to his fingers. He smoothed lube all around the object, then to the
suction cup base before sticking it firmly towards one side on the top of the
stool.
Tossing the bottle back to land somewhere in the sheets on his bed, Eijun’s
daydream picked up where it had left off with a firm set of callused fingers
caressing his hole, while nipping love bites onto his exposed neck.
Grasping onto the base of the dildo firmly attached to the stool, he positioned
himself before sinking down slowly on its girth. He immediately flushed all
over his face and chest from both the very slight pain at relaxing to
accommodate the length in his ass, and pleasure of its welcome stretch. A
sensation that couldn't be felt with hand jobs or finger fucking alone.
Eijun anchored one foot on the rung of the stool, and the other on the floor
allowing him to sink down until he was fully flush and penetrated. He focused
to slow his breathing, imagining ghostly breaths of warm air across his face, a
tongue hot across his nipples and chest, before heading towards his ears to
leaving sweet bite marks along the way.
He wouldn’t touch himself, not until he was so close right at the brink of
coming. Slowly pushing upwards, he sunk back down quicker enjoying the full
feeling of the length in his ass and wood slapping his cheeks with each thrust
and fall.
How would Miyuki sound if it was him instead pounding into Eijun? Would he be
soft, sweet and gentle trying to hit his pleasure spot? Or would the trickster
show his cunning smile of bites, bruises and curses while slowly speeding up
the timing of each thrust.
“Miyuki… Kazuya…” Eijun moaned, lost in the pleasure of his own thoughts and
fantasies. Slowly losing his willpower when each stroke of the dildo inside him
was creating spikes of pleasure so successfully.
He was so gone, he didn't hear the sound of a key in the lock or slow turn of
the door knob. Eijun was lost to sensation, feeling the rush of cold air into
the room but thinking it was his imagination for the temperature change.
Eijun opened his eyes, caught in a haze to see a familiar figure just inside
the room.
“Sawamura…”
 
 
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Kazuya just didn't feel like joining the others for a trip into town after one
of the worst practices in quite a few weeks. He was tired, irritable, had his
plate full of captain duties and really needed a shower and good night’s sleep.
If the others were out at a movie that meant no crashing his room, no loud
video games or shogi, and no only ‘slightly’ annoying bakamura screaming at the
top of his lungs.
Right... Sawamura... he would miss getting to hang out with him, but sometimes
rest was more important. Even if in a dark, crowded movie theatre he could get
away with staring more at the first year pitcher than focusing on the film.
Seeing his golden eyes light up at a particularly good scene, or the way his
nose scrunched up adorably with his full bellied laughter.
Kazuya sighed making his way to the vending machines and picking out a Pocari
Sweat to quench his thirst. Even if it would still leave him thirsting in other
ways and for different things. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the machine
enjoying the cool metal on his back, before a sudden noise and flick on the
forehead scared him out of his daydream.
“Sleeping already, captain? I'm assuming it's a sign you're not coming with us
tonight? I don't particularly feel like dragging you home either if you fall
asleep during the movie.” Kuramochi threw him a jesting grin.
“You've got me Kuramochi, I'm likely going to turn in early after thinking
about today's abysmal practice and reviewing the last game day stats. A
captain’s job is never done!”
Something however was bothering Kuramochi. He shifted from foot to foot, like
he wanted to ask something or a favour but felt a little guilty over it.
Kazuya half smirked, half glared. “Just spit it out already, if you don't
you're going to miss the train…” he teased.
Kuramochi sighed, digging out a baseball keychain from his pocket before
handing it over to Kazuya. “I don't think the idiot is feeling very well today
either. Sawamoron’s energy was really subdued before I left and I'm a little
concerned… but I've been looking forward to this movie for weeks! Could… could
you maybe check on him in a bit just to make sure he isn't sick or doing
something stupid like more training?”
He knew better. The idiot pitcher would be fine on his own until everyone
returned, but he didn't like the thought of Sawamura being ill and alone
either. “Sure thing ‘Mochi, I'll check on him in a bit after a quick shower.”
“You're a life saver, Miyuki. Now to use these cheetah legs to catch up with
everyone…” Kuramochi shouted, fading swiftly as he ran towards the train
station.
‘Well… guess I’d better get cleaned up’ he thought throwing the now empty water
bottle into the recycling, and heading back to his room for fresh clothes.
Quickly visiting the bath house to shower, soak and change into a new set of
clothing he decided to pay Sawamura a visit. Kuramochi had a good intuition and
if he asked Kazuya to check on the pitcher, he had better do it just to make
sure he was alright.
Heading downstairs to the lower dorms, he found his way towards Kuramochi and
Sawamura's shared room. As he drew closer, he could hear noises coming from
inside. It sounded like low moans… “That moron had better NOT be sick… I am not
babysitting as well today” he mumbled before slipping the key into the lock and
softly opening the door.
“Miyuki… Kazuya…”
Was… was that his name? Were the first thoughts as he crossed the door
threshold into the dimly lit space. Was Sawamura ill? All he could hear was
low, raspy breathing from the direction of his bunk.
Slipping off his shoes, Kazuya let his eyes adjust before taking in the sight
in front of him.
He… he shouldn't be here or intruding… but… oh god… was Sawamura fucking
himself while moaning out his name? No… he has a girlfriend back home and texts
her constantly. EVERYONE teases him about it. Stop thinking you can turn your
own wishes and desires into reality.
However, when he laid eyes on Sawamura panting, flushed, sweating with his
shirt pulled up in his teeth, and as far impaled on a dildo as he could go his
immediate thoughts had other ideas.
Kazuya froze not knowing if he should run away or draw closer, until Sawamura
opened his golden eyes to meet his in complete shock.
“Mi-Miyuki Kazuya what the hell are you doing here! I… locked the door!”
Sawamura was flushed completely from the tips of his ears all down his chest.
Kazuya didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the sight presented before him.
Well, it was already awkward so he might as well throw his chips all in and
take a gamble on Sawamura's feelings.
Quickly crossing the room he met Sawamura's gaze, pinning him to the spot from
moving. Kazuya stood over him, the gleam of the ceiling light hiding his eyes
from view. He could see Sawamura swallow, whether in fear or anticipation he
wasn't quite sure.
“Kuramochi was worried about you staying behind by yourself. He was worried you
were sick or going to sneak off and do more training, so he gave me his room
key.” Kazuya explained still keeping his eyes shadowed from the light.
Lowering his eyes, Kazuya could see desire shining far more brightly than fear,
slowly sliding to the background of Sawamura's stare. Time to take a few
chances.
“Sawamura… is this okay…” Kazuya moved slowly into his space, unconsciously
licking his lips presented with so much bare skin. He couldn't help reaching
forward, wanting to feel what Sawamura’s sun-kissed skin felt like under his
fingertips.
Sawamura was surprisingly silent, still letting out little harsh breaths and
Kazuya could see the fluttering heart beat at the pulse point on his neck,
along with the rise and fall of his chest. He nodded several times rapidly,
unable to speak a loud what he needed.
He never would have suspected Sawamura could be this lewd, waiting for the
opportunity before dealing with pent up stress this way, but Kazuya was
extremely glad he had stayed behind too.
Lifting up Sawamura’s shirt the rest of the way, he softly pushed him back to
stare at the pitchers body. He wasn't all muscle like a third year would be,
but his abs were slowly defining themselves with amazing shoulder muscles and
strong legs anchored around the stool.
Running his hands down Sawamura's sides, he stopped to rub slow circles into
his hips mesmerized by the sight of his cock. So hard, leaking precum and
laying against his belly. He was longer than average with just the right
thickness, curving slightly towards his stomach. Suddenly the urge to taste him
was far too great.
Kazuya crouched down to stare at where Sawamura was being spread open by the
length in his ass. He could feel himself getting hard in his own pants,
extremely uncomfortable with the sight of Sawamura like this gasping and needy.
He leaned in darting out his tongue to lick at the base of Sawamura’s swollen
cock. He could feel his muscles tense and he began to push up before Kazuya
moved his hands to hold him down. A whimper escaped Sawamura’s throat, as
Kazuya wet more of the cock under his tongue. Working his way to the head and
lapping up Sawamura’s taste, running his tongue over the slit.
He was addicted. To those golden eyes watching him in adoration. The breathy
moans and whimpers of pleasure instead of Sawamura’s normal booming volume.
Kazuya was the one in charge of this pitcher once again, and he would lead him
exactly to where he needed to be.
Enjoying Sawamura’s taste, which was turning him on even more, he swallowed
down his entire length in his mouth to inhale his strong scent once again.
Kazuya moved his right hand to where Sawamura was joined with the toy. Playing
with the excess lube to slick his fingers, and rubbing against his hole back
and forth.
He finally looked up to see Sawamura coming undone by his tongue and fingers.
He looked so wrecked like this, not knowing where to put his hands any longer
and settling on fisting them in Kazuya’s hair, pulling sharply at the roots
with every roll of his tongue and prod of his fingers.
Kazuya loved to be in control. Playing with his prey before going in for the
final cutting barb of his tongue and scoring a victory against others was his
favourite game, but he didn't want it to end so quickly with Sawamura. He
wanted them both to enjoy this time they had alone together.
Slipping off Sawamura’s cock with a soft pop, he stared into golden eyes
instantly mad at him for stopping.
“Miyuki Kazuya… don't you DARE stop!” Came swiftly from Sawamura’s parted lips.
Raising himself back up, Kazuya leaned over Sawamura before licking his lips
again with challenge. “Wouldn't dream of it bakamura… you're not getting off
that easy…” before leaning in to claim his lips in a fierce kiss.
Sawamura kissed like he pitched, all full of passion and fire. Firm sucks,
little nips of teeth at Kazuya’s lower lip just to have him dissolve into moans
around his lips. Sawamura’s tongue pushed against his lower lip, and he let him
in melting into the taste of both of them together.
Kazuya pulled back again to stare at Sawamura’s swollen lips. He brought his
fingers up to his own running across the reddened surface before moving them
back to Sawamura’s body.
He looked so good like this. Fully wanting, open, sensitive that Kazuya had a
hard time stopping himself from just stripping and claiming him right then. But
the length already buried inside Sawamura was too good to resist, and he wanted
to tease him a little more first.
Shifting his weight, Kazuya moved to rest his knees on the underside of
Sawamura’s spread thighs. He was so painfully hard, bulge clearing showing
trapped between his and Sawamura’s spread legs. He was enjoying the view, when
Sawamura suddenly shifted locking their lips together again and projecting his
need in the dirty, wet kiss that followed.
Sawamura pulled away, “Stop teasing you asshole, just do it!”
It seemed Sawamura could be just as loud in sex as playing baseball. Time to
take this breath away, and reduce him back into a moaning mess, Kazuya smirked.
He leaned forward pressing his forehead lightly to Sawamura's and staring into
golden eyes. He wanted to hear him moan his name again…
Moving his lips to Sawamura's ear, he began to lick, bite and blow puffs of
warm air making him wriggle on his lap. ‘Perfect reaction as always, Sawamura.’
He thought. Attacking his sensitive ear, he slowly trailed his hands back down
to rest at Sawamura’s hips. Steading him, he slowly stood up raising Sawamura
off the length in his ass, before quickly squatting to bring him back down.
Sawamura was spread across his lap, with him controlling the pace and timing of
each thrust slowly earning the moans and whimpers instead of loudness from his
mouth.
It was deliciously lewd, and Kazuya felt like telling him so blowing more
whispers into his ear, “It's like me fucking you, without being inside you,”
Kazuya rasped, nipping at the lobe while slowly lowering Sawamura back onto the
full length inside of him.
Sawamura might be getting too close, and Kazuya didn't want him to come without
being inside. Reluctantly he stopped his pace, holding firmly onto Sawamura's
well sculpted legs to prevent him from moving any further.
“Uhhhh… why are you stopping,” Sawamura whined at the loss of movement.
Kazuya just grinned in return before whispering again, “Wouldn't you rather
have me inside you instead? Hot? Hard? Pulsating as you ride me until you come
undone?” He really didn't even need to ask, and the resulting multiple nods was
all the confirmation he needed.
Reaching behind them onto the bed, he grabbed the hastily thrown lube bottle
before placing it in Sawamura's hands. Lifting him back up, he slowly untangled
Sawamura perched in his lap before reaching for the top of his sweat pants.
He noticed Sawamura's stare, intent to watch him unveil every inch of skin
until he returned. Teasingly, he slowly lowered his pants and boxers giving a
little twist and clench of his muscles, sliding them over his painfully hard
cock before shucking them somewhere on the floor. Sawamura was gazing longingly
at him, and he knew his physique was nothing to snuff at. Kazuya had been
waiting far too long for the chance to see both of them naked together.
Not caring enough to take off his shirt, Kazuya returned to Sawamura already
opening up the lube bottle and spreading a generous amount on his slender
fingers. Again tossing it to the bed, he grabbed Kazuya and pulled him in,
wrapping his calloused fingers around his aching erection.
Sawamura knew what felt good, making sure he was fully covered with lube before
running his fingers teasingly around his head, and under the his ridge. His
grip was perfect, just hard enough moving from base to tip.
Kazuya took a deep breath, he was almost too close already but really needed to
be buried deep inside Sawamura’s heat.
Kazuya grasped the dildo in his left, watching as Sawamura pulled himself off
before being left empty. Throwing the toy over his shoulder to land somewhere
on the bed, he grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand to wipe up any leftover
lube before taking a seat himself on the stool.
“Sawamura, it's your turn now. Feel free to use me as you please.” Kazuya had
his turn, and now it was Sawamura’s time to take the lead.
Sawamura looked like he didn't know what he wanted first, reaching up to raise
Kazuya’s shirt and run a hand over his toned abs. He shivered in reaction, as
Sawamura went to take a nipple into his hot mouth, working it into a peak
before attacking the other.
'Guess that mouth is good for something other than yelling...' He thought
before letting a small gasp escape. Sawamura's licks and sucks had travelled to
his collarbone moving back and forth from one side to another. Skin worshipping
in their intensity and increasing pressure.
Sawamura found an interesting spot right over his collarbone, sucking a hard,
round mark onto the skin before biting it. Kazuya knew one of his many
birthmarks was on that spot and exactly why Sawamura would be so interested...
looking like a small heart after all...
"I wanted to darken it... hope that was okay..." Sawamura whispered out before
raising himself back to Kazuya’s eye level.
"Sawa... Eijun. You don't have to ask. I figured you would be attracted to that
spot." He laughed lightly, meeting Eijun's shocked expression at hearing his
first name from Kazuya’s lips. He watched his gaze intensify, smouldering fire
returning and burning within his eyes. He was about to do something stupid,
wasn't he?
He was. One moment Eijun was standing in front of him, and the next jumping
into his lap, attacking his mouth and kissing him for dear life. Kazuya allowed
him into his mouth again and felt his breath being sucked away. He had never
been kissed as intensely as with Eijun or so breathless in such a short amount
of time. He didn't want them to part, but they both needed relief.
Kazuya returned his hands to Eijun’s hips, rubbing small soothing circles. He
kept moving until each palm had a firm grasp of Eijun’s glorious ass muscles,
begging him through touch of exactly where he wanted to be.
"You want something?" Eijun smirked at him, knowing exactly what he wanted.
Striking a hand firm, but still not too heavy on a cheek he responded, "Cheeky
brat. You know EXACTLY what I need..."
Eijun stared him down again, wanting him to beg but Kazuya would never do that.
He would give in, they both needed release just as bad as the other. A little
huff of impatience and Kazuya knew he had won watching Eijun again shift his
weight on his hips.
He raised himself up again, fisting Kazuya's cock in his hand to steady before
slowly bringing it to his entrance. Kazuya wanted to plunge into Eijun, but
waited patiently even when he teased him by rubbing the head around his tight
hole.
Turning his attention fully to Kazuya, Eijun’s eyes passed along every emotion
he was too scared to say. The boy was an open book, too easy to read and tease,
but in moments like this it was a silent blessing.
Keeping his eyes on Kazuya, Eijun sank down slowly. Lips parting in a whine
while slowly being filled by Kazuya’s cock. It felt so good, Eijun felt so
amazing, his walls clenching around Kazuya’s hardness.
He grabbed Eijun’s hips to hold him down a moment once he was fully seated on
his cock. He was ready to come right then, and really needed to feel Eijun and
let him have the pleasure they both so desperately craved.
“Just… a moment… Eijun, or I won't last at all.” He huffed out surprising
himself by the gravel ness of his voice.
“Oh… have I finally found a weakness, Ka-Kazuya?”
His name from those lips, again almost too much. “You really are something,
Eijun. Of course it's a weakness when you're legs are wrapped around me so
tight, cock twitching in front of me and clenching me so firmly inside…”
Eijun’s eyes went cloudy. He was drunk, off the sound of Kazuya’s voice
whispering both dirty and sweet words into his ears (didn't seem to matter
which).
Kazuya bucked up slightly, earning another low growl from Eijun's throat and
clearing his eyes from morning fog to raging fire. “You've got me where you
want me, now what are you going to do about it?”
Eijun roared at Kazuya earning a small chuckle in the process that was
swallowed up by an eager mouth finding his. Eijun lifted himself up with some
difficulty, before sinking back down to Kazuya’s hips.
He tried to find the best place to perch his feet, but the stool made it
difficult for Eijun to ride him freely.
“Fuck. Eijun, hold on for a second.” Kazuya pleaded wrapping the other boys
arms around his neck and slowly standing up. He moved them carefully to Eijun’s
bed, never slipping out as feet wrapped vice-like around Kazuya’s middle.
Clearing away anything on the bed, Kazuya laid back onto Eijun’s pillows again
giving him free rein of his body and to fuck him how he saw fit.
“How do you like it, Miyuki-senpai? Hard and fast,” Eijun leaned forward to coo
in his ear, “or slow and sweet?”
Of course he would use honourifics now, the brat. He could feel himself twitch
inside Eijun, even more turned on with his words and trying to figure out
exactly what he liked.
“That's up to you, Sawamura-kun,” he purred. “Go whatever speed your heart
desires.”
Eijun’s face lit up with a cunning smile. ‘Crap. Maybe that wasn't such a great
idea…’ before he pulled up and all the way off Kazuya’s cock, slowly and
repeatedly letting him sink past his puckered entrance before suddenly slamming
down to the hilt.
Kazuya couldn't tell at that point who screamed louder, him or Eijun at the
intensity.
Eijun liked to feel, the fullness of the cock inside him and all the changes
and twitches that happened during sex. He held down Kazuya’s hands, likely to
prevent any wandering touches, while he just felt. The slow rise of Eijun’s
powerful legs and hips as he rose off each inch of Kazuya, to alternating
speeds of sinking back until their hips collided.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. “Eijun… kiss me… please,” he pleaded pushing
at Eijun’s hands to let him free so he could hold a hip or feel the softness
again of Eijun’s hair.
Eijun was having none of it. One look in his eyes, and Kazuya knew he had
allowed a monster to take over. One that would be the death of him, milking out
any last moans or seconds of stamina he had left to be lost in the pleasure of
Eijun.
Finally, he began to speed up obviously just as close as Kazuya to being
completely spent. Eijun smashed their mouths together, allowing Kazuya’s arms
free to rub circles and light scratches on his back while he rode him
gloriously.
“Touch me, please Kazuya… oh god… I'm so close,” as he leaned back to expose
everything from his golden eyes, open mouth, flushed skin to his cock straining
against his belly.
Kazuya took his left hand to grab Eijun’s ass and squeeze hard, while his right
finally grasped the hard, velvet of his leaking cock. “Fuck… Kazuya…” was
repeated like a mantra while Eijun quickly rode him, raising off his cock and
into his hand, and quickly filling himself the other way.
“Fuck Eijun, you feel so good inside… Going to…” was all he could manage out
before feeling his impending organism. Balls clenching, cock twitching inside
Eijun making him so wet by the amount of come flowing into his tight heat.
Eijun came at the same time, throwing back his head to expose his beautiful
body and coming in streaks along his stomach, “Kazuya!” he screamed out riding
his own organism while milking Kazuya’s cock of any leftover come.
He came so hard and long, as Eijun again sank for a final time on his hips
rolling small circles on his softening cock. It felt so good, and he was so
fucking erotic doing it.
Even though he was spent, Kazuya pushed himself up to Eijun's stomach running
his finger though the trails of sticky come and cleaning up the mess with his
expert tongue. Eijun switched between humming in pleasure, and squirming with
ticklish ness.
They both collapsed into each other’s arms, Kazuya falling out of Eijun leaving
him with another sticky mess. He leaned over grabbing some tissues to clean up
Eijun, before snuggling back together until their heart rates had started on
the path back to normal.
“That's one way to start a confession…” Kazuya smirked, not surprised when he
felt the weak slap to his head, or pull on his ears from the other.
“You… well it worked didn't it… bakakazuya…”
“It sure did, and I think you and I should fake sick more often when the team
heads out to the movies…”
Eijun flushed all over, likely already thinking ahead to one of those next
times. Kazuya was happy and content, comfortable enough to fall asleep in
Eijun’s arms. Nose pushed into Eijun’s hair inhaling his scent with the other
sprawled across his chest.
 
He wouldn't be afraid to let Eijun take the lead again, if it ended like this.
 
 
End Notes
     Already planning an Omake to this... say Kuramisawa perhaps?
     Double-team on the poor room mate coming back to find these two
     snuggling up together. Always room for one more, right? ;)
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