Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/1287433. 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: Miyuki_Kazuya, Sawamura_Eijun Additional Tags: My_first_pwp, PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot Series: Part 1 of Idiots_and_colds Stats: Published: 2014-03-09 Words: 1925 ****** Idiots don't catch colds ****** by Valiver Summary Sawamura keeps complaining about the cold, so Miyuki finds an "hot" activity to do instead. Notes See the end of the work for notes As he looked at the hour on his phone, Miyuki sighed. Three hours. They had been at it for three hours. And that idiot was still stuck at his third math problem. How could Kanemaru do that every time was a real mystery. Tutoring Sawamura was probably one of the most exhausting things he had ever done. «You know, I think I understand why you accepted Rei-chan's offer to come to Seidou last year, despite all your complaints about elite schools. You would have never made into high school with your stupidity, idiot.» He said, after seeing the younger boy sitting beside him, canceling some calculation on the paper. «That's not true! And don't call me idiot!» The other replied angrily. The catcher grinned. At least, he could tease a bit his favourite victim: «But you're an idiot, Bakamura. You can't even solve that problem.» «It's because it's frigging cold!» It's not like he was entirely wrong. It was a pretty cold day, and the heating system of the dormitory was broken. But he didn't think it had something to do with the pitcher's inability to do his homework: «I don't see how that matters.» «My brain is freezing! How am I supposed to think like this? It's too cold!» And with that, Miyuki's switch was turned on: «Oh? So you're saying that if we heat you up, you'll be able to do it?» Sawamura nodded and gave him a suspicious look, but that had the only effect to amuse the older boy, who had gotten sightly closer to the other, and put an hand on his nape. «What are you trying to do?». The pitcher asked, warily. «Heat you up, as I said.» And the catcher leaned in, kissing the other on the lips. He didn't make the kiss last long, but that was enough to make a light blush appear on the younger boy's cheeks, and his eyes open wide from the surprise. «Well?». He asked with a grin. Sawamura looked at him for a few seconds, before shouting: «Like something like that could be of any help!». «My, my...Should we try with something more then?» The pitcher opened his mouth to protest, and Miyuki didn't miss the opportunity: he closed the distance between them again, and took possession of the other boy's mouth. He made sure that the kiss was a lot wetter, rougher and definitely more erotic than the previous one. He licked, he sucked, he bit and the more he did, the more he became conscious that his plan of teasing a bit his idiotic boyfriend backfired . But the moment he knew he had totally lost it, came when the pitcher put his arms around his neck and fervently responded to the kiss. He pushed in to deepen the kiss even more, but by doing so he fell from the chair, dragging Sawamura with him on the floor. The fall forced them to broke the kiss and to separate. They sat on the floor in front of each other, panting heavily. Sawamura was looking down, his face as red as it was humanly possible, and a little trickle of saliva flowing out of his mouth. Miyuki smirked satisfied, but he really wasn't in a better condition. He could feel the heat spread through his whole body, especially on his cheeks and his groin. As he started to breath normally again, the catcher moved forward. He put an hand on the pitcher's knee, pushing a bit to make room for himself between the freshman's legs, and the other under his chin, lifting it up to make their gazes meet. He then slid the hand from his chin to his nape, leaned in and kissed him: on the lips, on the cheek, on the jaw. He moved the hand on the knee over the first year's thigh, then his groin and finally under his shirt, caressing the bare skin of his abdomen. He felt the boy under him tremble at the touch, and when he started to suck his neck, he let out a moan. Miyuki smiled a bit against his lover's skin and, after a quick kiss, he backed off, leaving a disappointed look on Sawamura's face. But the second year didn't let that look last long. He quickly took off his own shirt and then helped Sawamura do the same. He kissed the pitcher as soon as the shirt left his hands, and started to push him down. That was when a pair of hands on his chest stopped him. «What is it?» the catcher asked, worried. Sawamura's face was bright red and he was panting heavily. «B-bed...» he somehow managed to say. Miyuki looked at the bed, a few steps away from them, which in that moment seemed so many, and let out a disappointed groan. Yet, he got up, took a condom a an bottle of lube from one of the drawers of the desk behind him and, together with his lover, reached the bed, putting the condom and the lube on the floor beside it. And then he went immediately back to what he was doing before being interrupted: he pushed down the pitcher, and started kissing him roughly. Sawamura put his arms around his neck and pulled, making them both moan as their bodies, and especially their erections, touched each other. Miyuki couldn't help to be amazed, despite all the time that had passed, at how well their bodies seemed to fit each other, as he started to slowly rub his hips against the other boy's. That made the pitcher let him go of the tight embrace he had squeezed him in, enabling the catcher to move more. And Miyuki didn't waste time. He kissed one last time his boyfriend's lips, before passing to the jaw, the throat, the collarbone, all the way down to the chest, where he stopped briefly. He placed a kiss on the sternum, and then switched his full attention to the nipples. He pinched one with one of his hands, and sucked the other with his mouth. Under him, Sawamura arched his back, making the catcher feel his erections on his stomach. Miyuki smirked, and lifted his head: «Oi, oi...don't tell me you're gonna come just from this.» The pitcher looked down at him, with what should have been, Miyuki figured, an annoyed look: «Sh-shut the hell up, y-you bastard...» So cute, the catcher thought smiling, before lowering his head once again. But he didn't get back to the nipples. Instead, he kept going down more and more, kissing, licking and biting every inches of skin he found under his mouth, while he took off the younger boy's trousers and boxers with his hands. He pushed the pitcher's legs apart to make more room for himself between them, and then put his head in front of Sawamura's almost full erect length. Miyuki grinned, as he started to poke it. «My, my, what a cute little thing you have down here~» «S-stop teas-ing, yo-UWAH!» Without any warning, the catcher had engulfed his entire cock with his mouth, and the poor pitcher could only brought his hand to his face to cover the dirty, and extremely loud, sounds that were coming out from his own mouth. Miyuki was a bit disappointed he couldn't hear his lover's screams of pleasure, but he would have made sure for that to happen in the very near future. But for that moment, he just kept sucking him off, with a very, very slow rhythm. Slowly pulling up, slowly pushing down the younger boy's length, all to hear those muffled moans that, even if they were not exactly what he wanted, turned him on more and more. He stopped after a few minutes, when he felt pre-cum starting to come out from the other cock. Sawamura responded with a disappointed groan, but was probably aware of what was going to happen, because he didn't complain at all. Miyuki recovered the lube and the condom he had prepared before from the floor, and put them on the bed beside him. He put some lube on his hand, while with the other he kept up one of Sawamura's legs. «Ready?» he asked, his fingers soaked of lube near the entrance of the other. «Nmmmh...Yeah...»murmured Sawamura, his voice hoarse from pleasure. And Miyuki inserted the first finger. He let the other get used a bit to it before inserting the second. And he waited a bit more for the third. He moved them in and out, opening them to stretch , all until an hand blocked his wrist. A bit surprised, he lifted his eyes, just to meet Sawamura's longing look: «E- enough...I-I'm ready. Put it in already.». And Miyuki, being Miyuki, couldn't let such an opportunity slide: «What should I “put in”? And where should I put it?» The younger boy looked at him angrily. He then hid his eyes with his arms, and muttered:«Y-Your cock. In m-my ass.» The big smile that was formed on Miyuki's face couldn't be more self explanatory of his satisfaction. He then took out the fingers. He took his trousers and boxers off, finally freeing his aching and pulsing erection, not without a sigh of relief. He then put on the condom, put Sawamura's legs on his shoulders, and eventually place his cock at the other boy's entrance. «Rea-» He stopped mid sentence, seeing Sawamura covering him mouth with his hands, again. And he was so not going to let him do that. He bent over, till his hands could reach the pitcher's wrists and took them away. «Wha-what are you doing?». The younger boy asked, a bit confused. «Make sure to hear your voice loud and clear.» And then intertwined his fingers with the other's firmly, to make sure they couldn't escape his grip. Sawamura pouted. «Now, are you ready?» The catcher asked. «I already told you, d-didn't I?» With a single thrust, Miyuki entered him. He waited a bit, for the pitcher's body to get used to him. When he felt him relaxing around him, he started to move, thrusting an pulling, slowly. The more he was feeling the boy under him relax, the more he picked up the pace, till he stabilized on a certain pace. Sawamura's moan were getting louder and louder, but even his weren't any less. After a while, the pitcher started to tremble. Miyuki thrust harder, and Sawamura came on his stomach, screaming his name: «Kazuya!». And that was it. No matter how much Miyuki tried to restrain himself, in the end he came too. With a groan, he pulled out his cock, and fell on Sawamura, dead tired. ...Some minutes later... «Tomorrow Kanemaru will kill me! And it's all your fault!» shouted Sawamura, as he was lying under the sheets of Miyuki's bed, his back turned at the catcher. «Now, now, it's not like you didn't enjoyed it, right?» The pitcher didn't answer. «And, by the way, it's not like we were going that far with your homework.» Again, Sawamura didn't say anything. Miyuki was starting to get worried: was he really that angry with him? «Oi, Eijun, lis-» He couldn't finish his sentence, as the first year pitcher rolled over and hugged him. «Wha-» «I'm naked, it's cold and the heating system is broken. It would a catastrophe for the team if I were to catch a cold, so take your responsibilities, Bakazuya.» Miyuki laughed, and squeezed his boyfriend: «of course. Idiots don't catch cold though, so you should be fine.». End Notes Oh God. I finally wrote one. I hope you liked it. 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