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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, 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:
      Smut, Explicit_Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Fluff_and_Smut,
      Shameless_Smut, miyusawa
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-27 Words: 4236
****** Sleepover Confessions ******
by southpaws_catcher
Summary
     Miyuki admits to Sawamura that he likes him but things don't go quite
     as he expected... In fact, they go even better
Notes
     You can also read this on my fic blog here where I also take prompts
     and suggestions. (This was actually for an answered prompt)
     Original prompt: miyusawa of sawamura and miyuki spending the night
     together in miyuki's room? assuming he has no roommates
See the end of the work for more notes
“Oi-oi, Sawamura!” Miyuki called out to the southpaw.
Sawamura stopped dead in his tracks, cringing upon hearing that damn catcher’s
voice. He had been so close to being safe inside his room (well, as safe as you
can be with Kuramochi for a roommate). He had just finished up at the bathhouse
and was now comfortably wearing his casual night clothes, looking forward to
going to sleep after such a long day of practice. Yet, here was Miyuki Kazuya,
keeping him from such a luxury.
The younger boy turned on his heel, face contorted in mild annoyance. “Y-Yes?”
Kazuya seemed amused by the expression Eijun wore as his smirk widened as he
spoke. “I need you to come up to my room. We need to discuss some things about
how you pitched today.”
The lefty scoffed, looking confused. “What are you talking about, Chris-Senpai
said I pitched well-”
“Chris-Senpai isn’t your battery partner. I am. Now come on, Bakamura. It won’t
take long.” His teammate turned around, not even bothering to check to see if
the pitcher would follow. Sure enough, Eijun groaned and began shuffling after
his partner, feet dragging as he followed his upperclassman up the stairs and
into his dorm room.
Miyuki flicked on the light and watched as Eijun closed the door behind them
before setting his things on the neat desk. The whole room was neat and
organized; Sawamura found it difficult to believe a teenage boy lived here.
Something was off about the room however... It took the pitcher a minute to
realize what it was.
“Do you really not have any roommates?” the younger boy asked.
The light haired brunette shrugged before plopping down on his bed (which
wasn’t a bunkbed). “Doesn’t matter. Now come here.” The catcher patted the spot
on the bed next to him, eyeing the younger boy carefully.
Eijun hesitated, slightly suspicious at the megane’s behavior. Just what was he
up to? Deciding it wouldn’t make a difference whether he sat or stood, the
southpaw walked over to the bed, sitting down next to his battery partner. As
he took his seat, Miyuki moved closer to him, throwing his arm over Eijun’s
shoulders; the sudden contact making the younger teen flinch.
“How’s your arm feeling?” the catcher suddenly asked. “Have you been icing it
properly?”
What a weird question, Sawamura thought. “Miyuki-Senpai, are you alri-”
He didn’t have time to finish his question before he was cut off by a strange
sensation. Miyuki Kazuya was leaning over in front of him, one hand caressing
his reddening cheeks as the catcher pressed his soft lips against his
pitcher’s. Eijun’s eyes went wide with shock before he reared back, shying away
from the sudden actions of his senpai.
“What the hell was that?” Eijun shouted, his ears growing hot from
embarrassment.
It wasn’t the reaction he had been hoping for, but it was the reaction he had
been expecting. The catcher sighed, looking away from his partner. “Just
messing with you, Bakamura. We’ll talk tomorrow. Go get some rest.”
Sawamura hesitated. He knew the catcher’s words were meant to be playful but
there was no edge to them, not even the slightest hint of amusement. “No. Why
did you kiss me?”
Miyuki glared over in his kohai’s direction, eyes narrowing. “Oi, you’re dense,
aren’t you?”
“S-Shut up!” Eijun retorted. “If you’re going to be a jerk, I’m leaving!”
Sawamura stood up off of the bed, making a move for the door before he felt a
strong hand close around his wrist.
“Don’t leave. I like you, idiot..” The last part was said so quietly that Eijun
could barely hear. Even so, he asked Miyuki to repeat himself. “I said I like
you, okay?” Kazuya released his hold on Eijun’s wrist, burying his face into
his hands.
He had heard it twice, but he still couldn’t believe it. He didn’t even think
Kazuya was gay let alone that he would like him. Wasn’t Miyuki the one always
giving Eijun a hard time? How did the older boy know anyway? Kuramochi liked to
tease Sawamura about Wakana being his girlfriend, but the truth was he had no
interest in her. He was always too immersed in baseball to even ponder over his
sexuality before so how did Miyuki find the time?
“Don’t think too hard, idiot, you’ll hurt yourself..,” the older teen mumbled.
But, again, there was no laughter, no edge to his words so Eijun brushed the
comment off.
He did have to admit, his senpai was attractive. He didn’t have the nickname
‘pretty boy catcher’ for no reason and Sawamura could appreciate that. He also
wasn’t repulsed with that kiss...
The southpaw reclaimed his spot on the bed next to Miyuki, staring intently at
the catcher.
The older boy rolled his eyes, one eyebrow cocked. “What are you staring at,
Bakamura?”
“I just never thought you would be gay,” Sawamura said thoughtlessly.
Miyuki said nothing for several minutes before he finally spoke again. “Was it
that horrible?”
Eijun, blinked. He didn’t understand what the older teen meant. “Was what?”
“The kiss,” he said.
“Oh, that..” Sawamura trailed off as he thought about it. It really hadn’t been
horrible. Miyuki’s lips were soft and he tasted sweet like peppermint but not
quite as minty... Wait. What was he thinking? Realizing he had spaced out, the
younger boy shook his head, answering hastily. “No. It was actually sort of
nice...” It wasn’t a lie.
Silence. Several minutes passed again before Miyuki whispered, “Can I kiss you
again?”
Sawamura’s face burned intensely upon hearing the question. He couldn’t bring
himself to answer... Couldn’t bring himself to refuse. Taking Sawamura’s
silence as a ‘yes’, the catcher placed one of his hands on the back of Eijun’s
neck, his other hand pressing against the bed near his thigh. There was a hint
of a genuine smile teasing at the corner of Kazuya’s mouth but Eijun didn’t
have the time to admire it as he felt the catcher’s lips pressing awkwardly
against his.
There was no heat this time, as if the older boy was too nervous to kiss him in
the same way. He couldn’t have that. If he was going to let his senpai kiss
him, he wanted it done right. Not knowing what the hell he was even doing,
Eijun reached up and ran his fingers through Miyuki’s hair as he pressed his
lips into the other’s, trying to convey that it was alright.
His battery partner took the hint and tilted his head to the side, hand gently
squeezing the back of Sawamura’s neck as he expertly moved his mouth against
Eijun’s, every so often sliding his tongue across the southpaw’s bottom lip.
Eijun wondered somewhere in the back of his mind just how experienced Kazuya
was with this sort of thing but he couldn’t be bothered at the moment. His
senses were heightened as the kissing intensified and they had definitely
crossed over into the realm of making out. Miyuki had finally coaxed Eijun into
parting his lips, allowing the catcher to slip his soft tongue past and
teasingly graze against Sawamura’s. The younger teen tasted like toothpaste and
Kazuya wondered briefly what he’d taste like naturally.
Several minutes of heated making out passed before Miyuki withdrew his tongue,
pulling back away from the southpaw.
Eijun looked dazed as his partner pulled away, his kiss-swollen lips pulled
into a frown. “Why’d you stop?”
“Ha ha! Like it that much?” the catcher’s usual smugness had crept back into
his voice. Usually annoyed by the tone, Eijun was surprisingly glad to hear it
again - it meant he was no longer upset. “Stay here tonight,” Miyuki suddenly
requested.
Eijun looked flustered upon hearing the question, his eyes wide. “But, what
about Kuramochi and Masuko-senpai?”
Kazuya shrugged, adjusting his glasses on his face. “I’m sure they won’t miss
their noisy roommate for just one night.”
Eijun had to admit... That was true... “B-but, there’s only one bed!”
“I know,” came the simple reply.
Understanding the implications of that, the southpaw’s entire face grew hot for
the thousandth time that night. But, again, he couldn’t bring himself to
refuse. Or more like he didn’t want to. “Alright,” Sawamura said gently. Miyuki
was slightly shocked by the ease at which the younger boy agreed but a smile
took to his face nonetheless. The pitcher was absolutely mesmerized by the
sight. He had no idea that Miyuki often looked at him with such fondness so
seeing it right now... He was stunned into silence. The catcher didn’t have
that ever constant sparkle of mischief in his eyes, his expression was soft,
relaxed. It was so bizarre and out of character, Eijun fleetingly thought maybe
he needed to borrow Kazuya’s glasses sometime.
Miyuki stood up off of his bed, strolling over to the entry way to turn off the
light as a yawn escaped him. “Oi, Sawamura, stand up.”
Eijun did as he was told and picked himself up off of the bed, watching as
Miyuki threw back the covers and crawled in. Scooting over toward the wall side
of the bed, the catcher made obvious room for Eijun and held up the blankets,
waiting for the pitcher to join him. Sawamura gulped nervously and clambered
underneath the covers, laying awkwardly next to his partner as he stared up at
the ceiling.
After several awkward minutes of laying next to each other with no contact,
Eijun cleared his throat. “Can we.. uhm... kiss again?”
Miyuki smirked upon hearing the question, the blankets rustling as Sawamura
felt a hand on his hip furthest from the catcher. Miyuki then pulled his
battery partner onto his side, Eijun gasping at the sudden closeness. Their
chests were nearly touching and, feeling brave, Eijun closed the gap as he
leaned in to initiate the kiss. Slightly amused by the young southpaw’s
eagerness, Kazuya snaked his arm around the smaller boy. His hand found its way
up Eijun’s shirt and began to rub his lower back as the kiss grew with
intensity. The younger form shivered at Miyuki’s touch even though his hands
were anything but cold. A small groan escaped from Sawamura’s throat as Miyuki
slipped his tongue into his mouth and the southpaw rolled his hips
involuntarily against his teammate’s. Eijun paused after he realized what he’d
done and began to pull away so he could apologize but the older boy’s arm
tightened around the lefty’s waist. Before he knew what was happening, Kazuya
had pulled Eijun on top of him, his lips grazing along his jaw before he
dropped his head lower, breathing softly against Eijun’s neck.
The heat from the older boy’s breath cause him to shiver again. Miyuki smirked
as he planted his lips on the side of his partner’s neck, gently kissing the
tender skin before he latched on. Eijun let out an airy gasp as Miyuki sucked
on the sensitive area, his head dropping against the boy’s shoulder as his hips
rocked against the catcher’s once again.
“K-Kazuya..” he whimpered breathlessly.
Miyuki smiled against Eijun’s neck, gingerly running his tongue over the faint
mark he had made. His hands slowly moved down Eijun’s body, his fingers feeling
the strong muscles of his back until he grabbed the hem of the plain red t-
shirt and slowly began to ease it off of him. Sawamura didn’t bother to
protest, instead pushing himself up off of Miyuki’s chest and removing the
fabric himself. Kazuya bit his lip as he stared at Eijun’s naked torso. The
younger boy was straddling him, a faint blush on his cheeks as he dropped the
t-shirt off of the side of the bed. Sawamura was noticeably smaller than him,
with only the beginnings of a six pack whereas Miyuki had a fully defined six
pack and chest. However, he found the lack of definition to be somewhat cute;
the pitcher still had a long way to go.
Pushing those thoughts aside for now, Miyuki sat up and propped himself up on
his elbows before he crossed his arms in front of him. He held his shirt and
pulled it off of himself in one fluid motion, dropping the clothing article as
he wrapped his arms around Sawamura, pulling him down once more as their lips
collided. The catcher took the opportunity to feel out Eijun’s developing
muscles, his hands coming to rest on the boy’s rear end. Kazuya smirked against
the boy’s lips as Eijun mewled when he squeezed his ass playfully; he could
just feel the embarrassment radiating from the pitcher.
Pulling on the brunette’s lip between his teeth, Miyuki held Eijun firmly
against his body as he ground his groin upward, grinning as he felt Sawamura’s
hardening member through their sweatpants.
“Excited, Sawamura?” Miyuki purred.
“S-shut up!” the boy shouted breathlessly, though there was no volume behind
it.
Miyuki chuckled, looking thoughtful. “Want me to help you out?”
“What do you-” Sawamura was cut off as Kazuya planted him with a passionate
kiss before he began to trail kisses down his jaw. The older boy stopped at
Eijun’s collarbone, sucking on the skin for a moment before he flipped Eijun
around, the younger boy now lying on his back as Kazuya hovered over him,
continuing his kisses downward. Sawamura groaned when the catcher flicked his
tongue against his nipple in passing, watching helplessly as the older boy was
now at his waistline. Miyuki wrapped his fingers around the band of Sawamura’s
sweatpants, glancing up at the teenager to see if he was going to protest. When
he didn’t, Kazuya slowly rolled down his waistband and boxers, biting his lip
as Eijun’s member sprung free from the restrictive clothing.
Miyuki didn’t even bother to take his pants off all the way, instead letting
them stay around his thighs. The catcher brushed his fingertips along the
length of the hardened shaft in front of him, smirking as the action enticed a
moan from the boy below him. Miyuki wrapped his strong hand around his kohai’s
length, slowly beginning to move his hand up and down. He loosened his fingers
as he began to expertly twist his wrist, adding in an extra element of
friction. Sawamura began to squirm beneath him, his breathless gasps becoming
more frequent the faster Miyuki moved his hand.
Soon, a bead of precum had gathered at the tip of Eijun’s shaft and Miyuki
leaned down and curiously flicked his tongue out. The taste was salty but there
was a hint of sweetness to it that Kazuya decided he liked as he placed his
lips against the head of Eijun’s penis, moving his head downward to take more
into his mouth. The sudden wet suction caused Sawamura to buck his hips as he
grabbed onto Miyuki’s hair, a low moan grating out. Satisfied by the reaction,
Miyuki began to stroke the lower half of Eijun’s dick with his fingers as he
continued to suckle and lick the top half.
Not even a minute passed before Eijun’s breathing picked up, his eyes squeezing
shut as he gasped out, “Miyuki, I’m-” Kazuya understood what he was trying to
say so he sucked just a little more intensely, trying to coax the younger boy
into orgasm. The small push worked as Eijun found himself over the edge, a loud
groan resounding. Kazuya gasped as a thick, hot fluid released into his mouth
and, unsure of what to do with it, found himself swallowing the bitter-sweet
liquid.
Eijun looked horrifed as Miyuki resumed his spot back on top of the pitcher,
his lips crashing against the younger boy’s. Eijun recoiled, his eyes wide,
“Did... Did you swallow that?”
Miyuki shrugged, looking unaffected, “It’s not so bad. Don’t want me to kiss
you anymore?”
Eijun shook his head stubbornly, wrapping his arms around Miyuki’s neck as they
began the osculation once more. Miyuki rubbed Eijun’s hips, grinding his groin
down against the boy as their tongues brushed together. It didn’t take much
before the pitcher was hard again and the catcher smirked against Eijun’s lips.
Fully aware of the curl in Kazuya’s lips, Eijun pulled away to get a word in.
“What?”
“My turn don’t you think?” Miyuki whispered in the southpaw’s ear.
Swallowing thickly, Eijun stumbled over his words. “W-what do you have in
mind?”
Instead of responding verbally, Miyuki slid his fingertips down Eijun’s body,
his hand coming to grasps Eijun’s ass firmly. The boy’s face drained of colour
for just a moment before he nodded, pressing his lips together. “J-just be
careful!”
Miyuki grinned upon hearing his kohai agree and he jumped up, reached for a box
under his bed. He padded around in the box for a few seconds before he found
what he was looking for and returned to Eijun. The catcher set the condom down
on Eijun’s chest as he opened up the bottle of lube, squeezing the cold liquid
onto his hand.
“Why do you already have that stuff?” Eijun asked, a hint of jealousy in his
voice.
“Relax, I haven’t done anything with anyone other than you. I just thought...
You know... just in case,” the older boy shrugged, setting the bottle down on
the bed beside him. “Spread your legs, Sawamura.”
Blushing at the blunt commanded, Eijun did as he was told, watching as Miyuki
sat between his now spread legs. The catcher grabbed Eijun’s legs, propping
them up as he reached his hand downward, rubbing the liquid against Sawamura’s
entrance. The pitcher flinched at the cold feeling but he felt strangely
aroused by his senpai’s touch.
“Now, relax, Sawamura. Don’t tense up.” Eijun didn’t have a chance to register
the megane’s words before he felt Miyuki push his fingertip against his
entrance, slowly easing the digit inside of him. A soft whimper escaped the
pitcher’s throat from the invasion but he did as he was told and relaxed.
Kazuya began to move his finger slowly inside of Sawamura, allowing the boy to
get used to the feeling of something inside of him before he pressed a second
finger inside. He watched as the boy fidgeted in discomfort. “You okay?”
Eijun nodded, his hands fisting the sheets, “K-keep going...”
Miyuki nodded, scissoring his fingers inside of him to help stretch and prepare
the boy below him. After several minutes, Eijun’s whimpers became desperate as
he reached down and pulled on Miyuki’s hair. “K-Kazuya, please...”
Amused by the boy’s desperation, Miyuki smirked. “Please what?”
His cheeks reddened as he looked away, pushing his ass back against Miyuki’s
fingers. “Please... fuck me..”
The catcher smirked as he stood up and removed the sweatpants that were still
around Eijun’s thighs. He then stripped off his own clothing, cocking an
eyebrow as he caught Sawamura staring at his groin. “Oi-oi, quit staring.”
Eijun’s face flushed and he looked away, causing Miyuki to chuckle. The older
boy grabbed the condom off of Eijun’s chest and unwrapped it, rolling the
rubber onto his hard length.
He felt a hand touch his and he looked over at his battery partner who seemed
to be staring at the condom and shaking his head. “You’re serious?”
The pitcher blushed, “Well, neither of us has been with anybody... And...”
Miyuki stayed silent, waiting for the other reason. “And.. I want to actually
feel you.”
The catcher chuckled at his kohai’s words, removing the condom from his length.
“Suit yourself. Don’t pout if you’re a mess later.” The younger boy nodded and
watched as his senpai returned to the bed.
Miyuki took his place back between Eijun’s legs, sitting up on his knees as he
slathered his member in more lube to make it easier on Sawamura. Once he had
prepared, he sat on his heels, grabbing Eijun’s hips and pulled the boy toward
him so his ass was propped up on Miyuki’s thighs to give him leverage. Kazuya’s
fingers grazed Sawamura’s flat stomach, rubbing the skin gently to give the boy
some type of comfort as he placed the tip of his member against the boy’s
entrance. “Ready, Eijun?”
Sawamura nodded, slightly flustered when Miyuki used his given name but he
didn’t have time to think on it before he felt a painful sensation in his rear
end. The younger boy cried out from the penetration and Kazuya quickly leaned
down, wrapping his arms around the younger boy comfortingly. A single tear
slipped down Eijun’s cheek as he fisted Miyuki’s hair, holding on tightly.
After a moment, Eijun felt his muscles relaxing around the head of his senpai’s
cock and the pain melted away, though he was sure it would only return once
Miyuki pushed in further.
Eijun rested his head on Kazuya’s shoulder, biting his own lip. “M-more.”
Miyuki nodded, holding tighter onto his kohai. “Bare with me, Eijun. Sorry
about this.”
Before he could ask, Eijun let out a strangled noise as he felt Miyuki slam his
entire length inside of him. As he regained his breath, he was preparing to
yell at the sudden actions of his senpai before the pain subsided and the only
sensation that remained was desire. Knowing the older teen was waiting for
Eijun to give the okay, the younger boy whined desperately. “Move, Kazuya, p-
please!”
Hearing the desperation in Sawamura’s voice, Miyuki complied with his request.
He adjusted his position, straightening his legs out as he lied over top of his
lover, kissing at the boy’s collarbone. He reared his hips back nearly all the
way before he shoved forward, his shaft burying itself deeply inside of the
pitcher. Eijun let out a loud moan and Miyuki leaned down, pressing his lips to
the boy’s to remind him to keep it down.
“M-Miyuki! Faster!” Eijun groaned out between kisses.
Kazuya began to thrust in and out of Eijun’s tight ass at a steady pace,
picking up speed where friction would allow. Sawamura reached his hand up,
biting down on his knuckle to keep himself from moaning loudly each time
Miyuki’s shaft grazed the sensitive spot inside of him. The pitcher wrapped his
legs around Kazuya, the movement causing his muscles to tighten around the
catcher’s girth and he groaned as pleasure shook his body. Miyuki leaned down,
breathing heavily next to Eijun’s ear as he slammed his length into the boy,
effectively making him gasp out of pleasure.
The catcher could feel his orgasm building up as Sawamura’s muscles tensed.
Miyuki reached between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around his lover’s
shaft as he began to stroke him in time with his quick thrusts. The boy beneath
him squirmed, his senses absolutely overwhelmed as he felt Miyuki’s member
throb against his prostate. Every time the catcher pulled his hips back, the
younger boy couldn’t help but feel a little bit empty until he was slammed into
once again, his senses once again on fire. He could feel himself about to cum
the harder Miyuki thrust into him; the more the older boy stroked his own
twitching shaft.
Dropping his hands to Miyuki’s back, Sawamura dug his clipped fingernails into
the soft flesh, scratching lightly as his breathing became erratic. “K-Kazuya,
I’m gonna cum!” the pitcher said breathlessly.
Miyuki grunted in response. His body was too engulfed in the sensation that was
Sawamura Eijun to answer coherently. His mind was hazy and he was only acting
on feeling in that moment. Arching his back against the scratching, he wrapped
his arms around pitcher, pulling his hips back as far as possible without
leaving the warmth of Eijun’s insides. Knowing the younger was about to cum
(and him as well) he shoved his hips forward as hard as he could, burying his
entire length deeply inside of his partner. The southpaw yelped, a long moan
escaping his lips as his fingers curled against Miyuki’s back, a thick stream
of cum landing on his own stomach.
In the same moment, Kazuya’s member throbbed, filling up the boy beneath him as
he reached his own orgasm, hips shaking from the overwhelming pleasure coursing
through his body. Sweat beaded around his muscles as his breathing came hard
and heavy, he had never imagined sex would feel so... euphoric. He collapsed
against his lover, who’s breathing was beginning to return to normal. Miyuki
laid there for a moment before he gathered the strength to pull himself out of
Sawamura’s ass, grinning when the boy whimpered due to the absence.
The catcher reached his hand up, gently caressing Sawamura’s cheek before he
leaned down and kissed the younger boy. Not an aggressive kiss, it was soft,
brief... but Eijun understood what it meant. Miyuki then rolled off of the
southpaw, laying on his back as he pulled the younger boy up against him,
watching as the younger teen rested his head against his chest and got
comfortable. They laid in silence for several minutes before it was broken.
“Hey, Kazuya,” Eijun said.
“Hm?” he grunted.
“I really like you,” the pitcher said shyly.
“Ha ha! Obviously!” After a few more seconds of silence, the older boy added,
“But, I really like you too, Eijun. Now come on, time to sleep.”
Eijun frowned, fidgeting in Miyuki’s arms. “But, I’m sticky,” he pouted.
The older teen laughed again, “I told you. What happened to no pouting?” Miyuki
leaned over and kissed his partner on the forehead, reminding Sawamura that he
couldn’t remember another time in his life that he had been so happy. And,
neither could Miyuki.
End Notes
     Wow. This was my first smut fic and I really hope I did it justice.
     It just figures that Miyusawa would be the pairing I choose. This was
     a lot of fun to write, albeit a lot of work. Feedback is welcome!
     Just be nice. Also, these gay baseball dorks will be the death of me
     -Kade
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