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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      美男高校地球防衛部LOVE!_|_Binan_Koukou_Chikyuu_Bouei-bu_LOVE!
  Relationship:
      Kinugawa_Atsushi/Yufuin_En
  Character:
      Kinugawa_Atsushi, Yufuin_En
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, No_Plot/Plotless, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot, Switching, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Gentle
      Sex, Awkwardness
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-02 Words: 4501
****** Pliant ******
by tastewithouttalent
Summary
     "It’s comforting in a strange way too, to see the unfeigned calm all
     across En’s face as he blinks at Atsushi. 'I never hurt you, do I?'"
     Atsushi and En switch things up.
Atsushi is pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe.
“Are you okay?” he asks for what feels like the fifth time in as many minutes
and is probably closer to the tenth. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” En says. Atsushi wouldn’t blame him for sounding frustrated -- he thinks
he might be frustrated, were their positions reversed -- but what emotion there
is under En’s steady voice is more amusement than anything else, the threat of
not-quite laughter pulling his tone into the very beginnings of tension in the
back of his throat. “You’re being really gentle. You don’t need to worry so
much.”
“I know,” Atsushi admits, but agreement isn’t stopping his hands from shaking
and it isn’t making it any easier to breathe. He’s only made it an inch into
En, and even then only with one finger, but he keeps thinking about the
sensation, keeps noticing all over again how soft and warm and fragile En feels
around his touch, and then his stomach drops out again as if all his gravity
has taken a holiday to leave him in freefall. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” En tells him. He’s sprawled loose-limbed over the entire
bed, with one arm angled up to brace behind his head so he can look up and meet
Atsushi’s gaze; it’s a little strange, to see the steady consideration in the
blue of his eyes while Atsushi is actually inside him, but it’s comforting in a
strange way too, to see the unfeigned calm all across En’s face as he blinks at
the other. “I never hurt you, do I?”
Atsushi shakes his head in immediate rejection of the idea even before he finds
his voice to say “No, of course you don’t.”
“Then you’ll be fine.” En shifts his knee against the bed and Atsushi’s
attention pulls down involuntarily to track the motion, to consider the pale
inside of En’s thigh as the glow of the sunlight on the other side of the drawn
blinds illuminates the smooth of his skin. It’s strange to see En’s legs angled
so wide; usually it’s Atsushi in his place, with his legs hooked around En’s
waist and his heels pressed to the dip of the other’s back to draw him closer
as he--
Atsushi doesn’t mean to whimper. The sound comes from his mouth on the heat of
the memory clear in his head, on the rush of arousal that surges up his spine
and flushes his cock harder towards his stomach. En raises an eyebrow, his
mouth curving onto amusement, and Atsushi can feel himself starting to blush,
can feel the color spreading out across his cheekbones to give away the
trajectory of his thoughts if his initial reaction didn’t do the job thoroughly
enough.
“You’ll be fine,” En says again, and Atsushi can still hear the laughter in his
throat but he sounds calm, too, his tone is as soothing as the warm of summer
rain against Atsushi’s skin. “Don’t worry, Atsushi.”
“Okay,” Atsushi says, and he’s still blushing but at least embarrassment is
better to feel than worry, even if he feels like he’s glowing all across his
face and down the bare line of his shoulders. “Okay, I’m going to move.”
“Please,” En says, more calmly than desperately, and Atsushi shifts his hand to
push in a little deeper. He’s expecting En to tense, expecting him to whine
response; but En just huffs an exhale and lets his knees go wider, lets his leg
drop closer to the bed under the weight of Atsushi’s bracing hand. He’s still
relaxed, calm in a way Atsushi can barely approximate at the best of times and
never when En is opening him up; he doesn’t think he’ll ever be sedate about
the odd friction of this experience the way En appears to be. He’s almost all
the way inside, now, can feel the heat of En’s body radiating all the way up
his arm to his elbow like it’s glowing into his veins as well as En’s, and
still En looks calm, so heavy with relaxation Atsushi wonders distantly if he’s
not falling asleep, wonders if he shouldn’t be a little bit offended En is so
blase about this. He knows this is ordinary behavior for En, knows if anything
he should be relieved that this is apparently so straightforward for the other
boy; but he can remember the first time En did this to him, can remember the
way the other’s touch jolted like electricity all up his spine to arch his body
off the bed and draw him tense around the other’s finger, and there’s some soft
hurt against the inside of his chest that En can be so relaxed about this, that
En can treat this as no big deal.
Atsushi is frowning unconsciously at the thought as he draws his hand back, as
he tips his wrist to slide his finger back inside the other boy; and this time
his hand slips farther, his finger dips deeper into En’s body, and En makes an
odd sound, a note so choked-off Atsushi can’t figure out what it is before it
cuts off to silence. He looks up, startled out of his own thoughts by the rush
of sudden panic at hurting the other; but then he sees the expression on En’s
face and everything in him stalls to silence for a breathless moment. En has
his hand clapped over his mouth, his fingers pressing hard against the part of
his lips so Atsushi can’t see the soft of his smile or the warm shadow of his
mouth, but his hand isn’t covering the color spreading hot over his cheeks or
the half-lidded weight of his eyes. Atsushi makes a sound in the back of his
throat, something startled and almost a question, and En’s lashes flicker, En’s
throat works on a swallow as he lets his hand drop from his mouth, as his
shoulders ease back to the support of the bed.
“Keep going,” he says. It’s just that, no additional explanation; but Atsushi
is moving without waiting, pulling back to push in again without taking his
eyes off En’s face. En is watching the ceiling, his eyes unfocused like he’s
paying attention to something other than his vision, and for a moment Atsushi
can’t see any reaction in his expression at all, can see nothing but that
deliberate blankness in his eyes. Atsushi shifts his wrist, trying to fumble
his way to the reaction he got last time; but there’s still nothing, and En’s
expression is starting to ease from the tension of expectation, starting to
fall back into the slack of calm again. Atsushi starts to draw his hand back,
still pressing inside En with the best angle he can get; and En’s eyes go wide
again, his head tipping back for a shudder of reaction that Atsushi can feel
tense around his touch, this time.
“En-chan,” he breathes, his heart starting to pound on adrenaline in his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” En tells him, but he doesn’t sound fine, he sounds like he’s
fighting for the illusion of calm and only half-succeeding. His fingers curl
against the sheets, tensing for a moment before they ease; Atsushi’s gaze
wanders to En’s wrist, catches at the deliberate slackness of it as En’s legs
relax against the bed, as the other lets the tension in his body go. “You’re
not hurting me.”
Atsushi knew that. He’s still afraid of the possibility, still tense all across
his shoulders with concern for some hypothetical injury he might accidentally
cause, but he can see the heat melting behind En’s eyes and can see the soft at
his mouth, and he can see perfectly well that’s it’s not pain En is feeling. He
still has to take a breath, still has to steady himself as he slides his touch
back, but it doesn’t make much of a difference; En still shudders through his
next thrust, his lashes fluttering shut for a moment of heat, and it’s Atsushi
who puts voice to a moan, who whimpers himself into a high note of desperation
as his cock twitches harder in involuntary response.
“Atsushi,” En says without opening his eyes, without lifting his head from the
support of the bed. Atsushi can see his throat work on a swallow, can see the
tremor of tension flicker across En’s shoulders before he manages to ease it
back to calm. “Please.”
“What?” Atsushi asks, his voice trembling on the adrenaline lodged in his
throat. “Yes, anything, what do you want?”
En’s mouth twists and drags into a frown of hesitation as his forehead creases.
“Here,” he says, and he’s pushing himself off the bed on an elbow, reaching out
to touch his fingers to the other’s shoulder as he opens his eyes to fix
Atsushi with a gaze as much shadowed as it is pleading. The push of his hand is
gentle, would be easy to shrug off if Atsushi wanted, but Atsushi doesn’t want
to, Atsushi is sliding down over the bed in surrender to the force before he’s
even pieced together what En wants. En watches him dip down, his eyes going
darker as his lips part on anticipation, and Atsushi realizes what the other is
asking for just as En’s legs flex to arch his hips up off the bed into
suggestion. Atsushi can feel En tense around him with the motion, can feel the
heat run straight through his own body and down his spine in the shape of a
groan, and he still has the sound on his tongue when he opens his mouth and
ducks his head in close to catch his lips around the head of En’s cock. En
jolts at the contact, his hips rocking up for a sudden burst of reflexive
movement, but it’s only for a moment; then he’s dropping back to the bed, his
whole body falling slack against the support like he’s giving himself up
completely to Atsushi’s guidance. It’s a heady feeling, to have him so pliant
to the other’s touch, and Atsushi still has his slick fingers pressing against
En’s skin but he’s only half-thinking about that now, with the salt-heat of
En’s cock sliding back over his tongue. He pushes in deeper with his finger,
his movement coming easier with his distraction, and En moans so low Atsushi
can feel the sound vibrating through his body like a touch more than noise. It
makes his head spin, scatters his thoughts like leaves before a wind, and when
he moves again it’s reflexive more than deliberate, his finger sliding into En
with the rush of desire overriding the desperate care he’s been using. En
shudders, his legs shaking from the braced-open angle they’ve taken around the
span of Atsushi’s shoulders, and before Atsushi can clear his head enough to
offer an apology En says, “More,” as his hand comes out to catch at Atsushi’s
hair, to push gently into the dark of the strands. “Atsushi, please.”
It takes Atsushi a moment to realize what En is asking for. His thoughts are
hazy on heat, his heart pounding so hard he can feel his pulse thrumming in his
ears; but then En’s hips tilt up, his legs angle wider, and Atsushi catches up
just as En puts voice to the “Another” that offers immediate clarification.
Atsushi pulls away -- he has to, just so he can keep his mind on what he’s
doing -- but when En’s fingers tense in his hair it feels more like
encouragement than protest, more like the other is trying to brace himself
steady than drag Atsushi back down. Atsushi looks down to the slick of his
fingers, watches his wrist tremble with heat as he draws his hand back and
presses two fingers alongside each other, and when he reaches back out to push
against En’s body the other’s sigh of heat is so low it’s nearly a groan.
Atsushi glances up, his attention drawn away by the sound in En’s throat, so
he’s watching the other’s face as his fingers stretch him open around the press
of his touch, so he can see the way En’s whole expression falls slack and
breathless at the force.
“Oh,” Atsushi breathes, his chest tensing with sudden pressure as if a weight
has hit him, as if the heat in En’s expression carries all the unbearable force
of the midday sun. “En-chan.”
“Atsushi,” En says, but his eyes are fluttering shut again, his throat is
working with sound he’s not voicing. His fingers tense in Atsushi’s hair, his
breathing hisses itself into a whine for the span of an exhale. “Please.”
Atsushi didn’t need the whimper on En’s voice to persuade him. He’s moving in
already, ducking his head to press his mouth against the other’s skin and suck
purring sensation up En’s spine. En shivers with the contact, the friction
running through him to leave him even more pliant over the sheets than he was,
and Atsushi works his fingers in deeper, pressing for more reach with each
slide of his lips over En’s length. En keeps shifting under him, his body
quivering with every moment Atsushi takes, but it’s not tension collecting in
him; it’s as if the ordinary stress of existence is melting out of him, like
he’s going warmer and softer with each thrust of Atsushi’s fingers or each dip
of his head. His breathing is turning liquid in his throat, dragging itself
around the ebb and flow of pleasure without the strain of self-consciousness,
now; Atsushi doesn’t know if En deliberately gave up on trying to stifle
himself, or if it’s just that he’s too hot to bother with the attempt, and he
doesn’t think it makes a difference. The effect on him is the same, anyway:
every whine in En’s throat flushes strain against his spine, every tremor of
En’s thighs tenses against his, until finally it’s his patience that gives way
first, his action that draws him back and away from the heat of En’s cock as he
says “En-chan” with a whimper of desperation on his voice he didn’t intend.
“Can I?”
En shudders once, a single full-body reaction to the motion of Atsushi pulling
away from him, and blinks his eyes open. For a moment he’s staring at the
ceiling, his lips parted on the heat of his breathing and his chest working
visibly on the effort of his inhales; then he looks down, and his heat-hazed
vision lands on Atsushi, and Atsushi rocks forward over the other’s body
without thinking and without waiting for permission. The invitation is in En’s
eyes, is weighting his lips into a damp part of heat, and En’s hand slips out
of Atsushi’s hair as the other slides his fingers free so he can press up over
En’s body to bring them into alignment with each other. En’s fingers trail over
Atsushi’s shoulder, his hand slipping to settle against the curve of the
other’s waist, and for a moment Atsushi can’t keep his mind on what he’s doing,
has to pause so he can lean in and fit his lips against the warmth of En’s. En
makes a noise into his mouth, soft and hot and satisfied in the back of his
throat, and his other hand comes up to Atsushi’s hair again, his fingers
curling into the tangle of the strands as he spreads his knees open around the
other’s hips. Atsushi hesitates for another moment, long enough to taste the
heat on En’s tongue and swallow the rush of the other’s breathing down his
throat; and then he pulls back and ducks his head so he can watch his movement
as he fits their bodies together. En shifts under him, lifting his head enough
that their foreheads bump together, and for just a moment Atsushi can feel his
whole body go hot with self-consciousness, as if he can feel the weight of
their joint gazes as he rocks his hips down and reaches to curl slippery
fingers around his length to brace himself in place. His heart is pounding,
adrenaline sweeping out to dominate his senses until he feels light-headed,
feels like he’s going to pass out; and then he bumps against En and “Oh” En
groans, the sound so hot against Atsushi’s mouth he can feel it like a burn.
“Atsushi.”
“Oh,” Atsushi says, the sound incoherent and trembling in his throat, and he
looks up without meaning to to lift his chin and meet En’s gaze. En’s eyes are
very blue from this close, even half-lidded to shadow as they are; they look
like the sky, like summertime color has spilled into his eyes the same way
wheat-gold has tangled in his hair. En’s lashes flutter, his gaze dips down to
Atsushi’s mouth, and he’s just sighing some note of anticipation when Atsushi
ducks in to press their lips together. The sound is lost to Atsushi’s mouth
instead of En’s, En’s fingers tighten in Atsushi’s hair, and Atsushi rocks
himself forward to press into the other boy. There’s a tremor of friction, a
moment where he gasps at the same time En groans; but then he’s sliding
forward, and En is hot around him, and Atsushi’s whole sense of the world is
melting away to just the radiant friction of his forward motion. En isn’t
tensing around him, isn’t straining for more or flinching for less; he’s just
relaxed, like he’s surrendering to Atsushi’s forward motion, like his whole
purpose in life is to sigh heat against Atsushi’s mouth as the other rocks
forward into him. Atsushi knows what it’s like in the other direction, knows
how it feels to have En moving into him with the careful, deliberate rhythm the
other boy favors; but it’s different like this, with his whole self sparking
electric with heat and En letting him slide forward as if he was just waiting
to take Atsushi into himself. Atsushi can’t breathe right, can’t figure out how
to ease out the odd desperate rhythm of his movements as he tries to get
closer, tries to press deeper; and then he does something right, shifts his
weight or arches his back or flexes his thighs, and suddenly he’s sliding in
all the way, the whole length of his cock sinking into En in one slick thrust.
Atsushi gasps, his breathing cutting off sharp and startled in his chest; and
En moans, sound pouring up from his throat in a resonance Atsushi’s never heard
before, along a trajectory that starts low and purring and skips to a high
breathless heat that makes En sound like he’s panting for air.
“Ah,” En breaks off, his voice cracking open over the simple sound, his arm
tightening around Atsushi’s shoulders. “God.”
“Oh my god,” Atsushi shudders. He can feel sensation running out through all
his veins, guiding the movement of his body back to take another thrust forward
without conscious thought on his part. “En-chan.” En makes a strange sound in
the back of his throat, incoherent and overheated as Atsushi moves over him,
and Atsushi feels like his whole sense of self is coming undone, is melting him
down to the same liquid simplicity that En has achieved over the sheets. He
lifts his chin, reaching for a kiss again, and En is there to meet him, the
sound of his panting exhales falling to mute itself against Atsushi’s tongue.
It’s easy to move together. Atsushi doesn’t need to think about it, not beyond
the basic instinct of the rhythm, and En is so warm under him, warmer and more
responsive than Atsushi ever thought anyone or anything could be. He’s hard
between them, his cock pressing hot against Atsushi’s stomach every time
Atsushi’s back curves to drop him closer to the other boy, but En doesn’t
whimper for more, doesn’t seem to be wanting for anything at all now that
Atsushi is moving into him. He keeps his hands against Atsushi’s skin, the one
in the other’s hair and the other fitting to the shift of motion along his
waist as he moves, and in the end it’s Atsushi who finally extricates one of
his hands from the bracing force he’s exerting on the bed to hold himself up as
he moves. His fingers fumble against En’s stomach, drawing a shudder of
ticklish reaction from the other boy, and then he closes his hold into a
deliberate grip and catches En’s moan of response at his lips, pressing in
close against the other’s mouth as he strokes up over him with as much
deliberate care as he can muster. He isn’t sure how successful he is -- it
still feels rushed, knocked out-of-rhythm by the distraction of the heat
shimmering up his spine and dazing his thoughts -- but whatever inconsistencies
there are in his movement don’t seem to affect the way En is shaking under him,
the way En is trembling through his whole body as if letting the force of the
heat in his veins run through him like ripples over the surface of a pond.
En’s lashes are hazy in Atsushi’s vision when he tries to bring his eyes into
focus, his breathing falling into a rhythm no less even for how drawn-out his
exhales are, and Atsushi can feel En’s arm pressing harder against his
shoulders as his own spine tenses, can feel the force of the other boy’s
impending orgasm like added weight in every line of his body. En’s lashes
flutter shut, the blue of his eyes hidden for a moment; one leg angles over
Atsushi’s calf, En’s ankle falling like a weight to brace the other in place.
He’s not rocking up, not straining for more; he’s just going heavy,
surrendering to the motion of Atsushi over him so completely he could almost be
falling asleep were it not for the humming heat of anticipation Atsushi can
feel running through him and the heat of his cock hard against Atsushi’s palm.
Atsushi gasps for breath, tries to steady his thoughts against the force of
almost-panicked expectation; and then his hand slips, his rhythm giving way to
the slide of damp between his palm and En’s length, and En jerks under him, his
mouth falling open on a full-throated groan as his cock spills heat over
Atsushi’s fingers and En’s stomach. En’s quaking with the sensation, his head
going back as he gasps a lungful of air, and then “Atsushi” he moans, the name
skipping high and cracking on pleasure, and Atsushi’s whole body tenses into
the anticipation of relief. He’s still moving, still thrusting forward against
the tremor of En coming around him, and En just keeps shaking, and keeps
gasping, and Atsushi’s vision fades out to white, distraction winning out over
his attention to visual input. He keeps moving for another thrust, two, a
third, his chest drawing tighter and tighter on rising heat; and then he
breaks, the strain in his body collapsing into a gasp at the back of his throat
and a rush of heat all through him, and En’s arm tightens around his shoulders
as Atsushi falls over him to gasp satisfaction against the other’s skin. His
whole body is shaking as the tension in him gives way to relief, as the strain
of effort releases itself into the weight of satisfaction, and En is still
holding onto him, still has his hands pressed to Atsushi’s skin and his ankle
hooked over Atsushi’s leg and his lips fitting the sound of his breathing
against Atsushi’s cheek.
Atsushi finds the strength in him to pull away, after a minute to collect
himself, after his heartbeat has slowed to a more reasonable level. He has his
mouth open to apologize for leaving En to bear his weight; but En whines
protest as he draws back, slides his hand up into Atsushi’s hair as the other
pulls out of him, and when Atsushi loses his balance and falls back atop the
other En purrs satisfaction, drawing Atsushi closer against him by his hold and
turning in to tip them both over the sheets alongside each other.
“Thank you,” Atsushi says, hearing his voice wobble on the rough edges of heat
as he speaks, as he reaches out to tentatively weight his fingers against En’s
shoulder. He’s not sure if the other will object to the sticky catch of the
contact but En just hums what sounds like appreciation and turns in closer, and
Atsushi lets his hand settle into a better hold as En nuzzles close to fit
against the line of his neck and his collarbone. “I’m glad we did that.”
“Mm,” En hums, which isn’t really an answer but sounds warm enough for Atsushi
to be fairly sure it’s intended as one.
Atsushi shifts his weight back by an inch, moving his elbow to a more
comfortable angle under him on the mattress. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
En’s exhale comes out as a huff, carrying the outline of a laugh as it spills
from his throat. “Nah.”
“Oh good.” Atsushi turns his head, ducking in closer against the weight of En’s
face pressed to his shoulder with some vague thought of seeking out the other’s
mouth. “I was worried I was going to.”
En shifts at Atsushi’s shoulder, his arm tightening around the other as if to
hold him in place as he lifts his head to blink focus at Atsushi’s features.
His eyes are still half-lidded, his mouth still soft; he looks utterly,
perfectly languid, as if he’s absorbed all the heat of pleasure in his veins
and turned it into summer-heavy laziness in every part of his body. His gaze
wanders across Atsushi’s face, catching at familiar points: the frames of the
other boy’s glasses, the corner of his mouth, the edge of his throat, until
Atsushi can feel his skin prickling as if the focus of En’s eyes is a physical
touch, as if it’s kisses pressing into his skin and not a stare.
“Atsushi,” En says finally, slow, like he’s just piecing something together.
Atsushi’s heart skips, his breathing catches. “What is it?”
En’s gaze drags back up to his eyes, steadies, holds. His eyes are summertime
blue. “I love you.”
Atsushi’s chest tenses, his whole body shuddering as if with an ache, as if the
pressure in his throat is tears and not happiness. His exhale shapes itself
around a laugh, his blink comes fast as if to clear nonexistent damp, and then
he realizes he’s smiling, the expression warm and completely irrepressible
against his lips.
“I love you too, En-chan,” he says, or starts to say, because En is leaning in
while he’s still talking, closing his eyes and the distance between them to
catch the last of his name on Atsushi’s lips to silence.
Atsushi hardly minds. En’s mouth is softer against his lips than the words were
anyway.
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