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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:
      Kuramochi_Youichi/Miyuki_Kazuya
  Character:
      Miyuki_Kazuya, Kuramochi_Youichi, Sawamura_Eijun, Kominato_Ryousuke
  Additional Tags:
      eijun_is_mentioned_slightly, Barebacking, Biting, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Major_Denial, Orgasm_Denial, Teasing, just_miyuki_being_a
      little_shit_and_kuramochi_swallowing_his_pride, also_for_my_story_the_bet
      this_is_the_well_awaited_prequel, Crying, I_tried_to_be_funny
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-19 Words: 3575
****** Stop teasing me Miyuki!! ******
by CaffeineNCupcakes
Summary
     He was so so so doomed.
     Alt: Miyuki likes to tease
Notes
     This is a prequel to this story!! People wanted to know what happened
     in Kuramochi's first time and well yeah... read this after this I
     guess if you want http://archiveofourown.org/works/2122098
     if you want leave any requests okay!!
All Kuramochi could tell right now was that Miyuki was staring at him weirdly,
and whenever he stared at him like that, it usually meant a heated makeout
session in the dug-out until he couldn’t feel his lips and he got hard and had
to have a date with his left hand later. It was fun until the megane acted like
he was going to go all the way and stopped right as he “accidentally” (He swore
it was on accident but no way was cupping his entire hard-on with his hand an
“accident”) brushed his hard on, immediately turning around and starting to
gather his equipment before disappearing into a bunch of people.
This time would be different. Or so he hoped. He gulped nervously as the megane
walked over to him, cupping his face in his palms. He stared down at him, his
gaze borderline bloodthirsty through his glasses as he spoke in a hushed
whisper right next to his ear, flicking his tongue out at it.
“So, Youichi, how’s a little fun in the dugout sound?” His voice had that tone
to it that nearly killed the shortstop internally. Although it was like daggers
to his heart and he could hear the smirk in his voice. (It’s Miyuki would you
expect less?) Owner of said name met his eyes with that challenging glare of
pride. “Sounds like a lot of fun. Hyaahahah!!” He replied and put his hands on
his hips, his lips pulling to form a smirk just as he felt warm lips on his,
and sports glasses rubbing against his face.
He kissed back, his lips catching on to the other’s causing him to get a
delayed reaction. A low moan from the back of Kuramochi's throat as he kissed
back, licking his bottom lip and tugging on it with his teeth. Tonight he'd get
his revenge. Or not. His apparent well thought out plan exploded in thin air as
Miyuki pulled back, his eyes murderous. Youichi knew that look, and it wasn’t
good.
“Frisky, Youichi-chan” He added the -chan to his name just to mess with him. He
knew him and he knew that if he so chose to go all the way with him, he’d
probably be teased until he went mad. Not that he cared, if he could go all the
way with the catcher, he'd be happy.
“Shut up, Miyuki. Why don’t you show me what you got?” He muttered under his
breath through gritted teeth, his composure doing a 180 as he lost most of his
sanity in one sentence. He felt himself being grabbed roughly, and shoved
against the wall in the dugout as the teen he just told to shut up, leaned in
dangerously close, his sports glasses rubbing against his face as he could
smell Kazuya. The teen smelled of sweat, deodorant, and musky cologne. It was
intoxicating him, he swore he could get drunk off just smelling him.
“Why don’t I take you to my dorm then?” He announced as practice was over
anyway and they still had 3 hours of free time before dinner. He glanced at him
and smirked as he stared at his sports glasses, his small yet muscular frame
vibrating slightly. He nodded slowly, almost as if he was very unsure about
this but regained any and all bravery he had and choked out a yes since his
neck was being pushed by a hand.
Once he was seated on Miyuki’s bed, laying on his back since he’d done a bit of
research online on Bakamura’s laptop when he wasn’t looking and when questioned
about the web history by the coach, blamed it on him and skipped out of a
detention. He’d heard this was the most comfortable position, and also figuring
he’d be the “uke” as some porn site said.
“No… you jerk, if I’m doing this, strip and lay on your stomach.” He stood
against the wall facing the bed with his arms crossed. “Then we’ll get to
business.” He took a deep breath. “And don’t be hiding anything when you strip
either.” Making eye contact with the shocked boy that had lost the usual laid
back smirk on his face, replaced with a look of shock. Said teen opened his
mouth to say one thing.
“So long as you keep those sports glasses on, I’ll do…” He made a pause to get
his shirt over his head. “...Anything you want.” Slowly swallowing a little of
his pride, he looked down and started undoing his pants, slowly lowering them
to the ground, stepping out of them...left foot, right foot and threw them
somewhere. As to where he hadn’t a god’s clue.
He stared at his boxers and back to Miyuki. If he had to strip all the way now
he’d strangle him when they were done here. At least his cock was sitting at
about a quarter hardness so it wasn’t that bad. He was about to head back to
the bed when he felt a heated gaze at his back and a gruff voice speaking to
him. “Boxers too.” Hearing that went straight to his cock as he slowly lowered
his boxers, letting them fall to the ground as he returned to the bed, sitting
on his stomach.
“I’ll listen to your request so long as I get some of this.” He gestured
towards the short stop’s ass, placing his hands around it, grabbing at it as he
slowly spread it apart kissing down his back. Kuramochi shivered under his
touch, his cock only at about half hardness by now and yet becoming
uncomfortable to lay on already. He almost groaned at this because, damn it was
going to be a long night.
He suddenly jolted upwards, his bare cock rubbing on sheets and the friction
getting to him slightly. He felt something wet and hot in his entrance. The
fuck was that? He squirmed underneath him as Miyuki’s tongue probably did
illegal things to his ass. Fuck! Where did he learn this even? His senses were
everywhere! every nerve lit up like a firework as he started poking and
prodding his way around. And this was just a start to what was to come. Well,
this wasn't going to be a boring night, that was for sure.
He sunk his teeth into the pillow he was resting his head on to stifle a moan
and not create attention towards the dorm. Whatever the megane was doing with
his tongue was certainly having an effect on his body. He lifted his hips to
grind on the sheets but before he could, the cold plastic of the sport glasses
left his ass as did the warmth of the tongue. Only to be replaced by calloused
hands having an iron grip on his hips, keeping him from grinding. Only then did
Kuramochi let out a rather lewd moan. Lewd enough that Miyuki shoved his tongue
deep before bringing something completely new up.
"Sit on my face" he said, his voice picking up that dangerous tone again.
Kuramochi sat up, his face tightening in anger before looking straight into
those eyes behind his glasses.
“Hell no! You’re lucky I didn’t kick you in the face for that! When I said show
me what you got I didn’t expect….” He trailed off, not really knowing what it
was called. “...Whatever that was” He paused his speak again to smash his face
into the pillow, luckily not injuring his face and deadpanning back at the
apparent sadistic catcher. “Don't taste me, it’s embarrassing!”
Miyuki simply chuckled as he could see that Kuramochi was in obvious pain of
release. Torturing was fun however and he decided to take use of this. He
enjoyed the squirming and the crying the boy did so he leaned over and since he
was still on his stomach, sunk his teeth into his ass cheek and gripped the
other with his exceptional grip. Damn his grips from being catcher, damn his
beautiful calluses, damn Miyuki damn this addicting boy.
All the shortstop could do was scream at this point. His entire body was
tingling, his nerves on fire. His cock was becoming very uncomfortable to sit
on, so he gave thanks when the damn megane with his damn illegal tongue asked
him to roll over. He did as he was told, his lips forcing into a pout with a
red face. He crossed his arms across his chest, becoming slightly embarrassed
as the other male was completely clothed.
He felt that same tongue graze the tip of his cock, his face burning and
feeling a tear come down his face because of how much he wanted to come. Damn
Miyuki Kazuya and his tongue. He let out a choked sob as his base was gripped
tightly restricting his release. The spawn of satan himself had obviously
noticed his crying and took advantage of that.
He bit and nibbled at his thighs, flicking his tongue around his balls but (Of
course) Purposely avoiding his dick at all costs. Damnit, if Miyuki didn’t kill
him it would be highly surprising. He squirmed around, his face growing redder,
his cock growing harder and in more of a need. The teasing bastard looked up,
his sports glasses still on as he muttered something under his breath.
“Getting a bit hot in here.” He pulled off his shirt, his muscles rippling as
he did so. He replaced the fallen glasses to his face as he did so. Kazuya
leaned down, noticing Kuramochi’s tears and feeling an even greater need, he
spread the boy’s legs pretty wide and sat in between them, staring at his cock,
almost willing it to become harder.
Of course it did and Youichi by this point was softly sobbing into the hands
covering his face. Miyuki leaned up to take both hands by the wrist and pin
them down beside his head. He deadpanned into his eyes, his gaze almost toxic.
He looked damn sexy as he reached up to his face to fix the sports goggles, his
heated gaze taking in all of Mochi’s body. More importantly, his unmarked body.
That was about to change. He opened his mouth and breathed over collarbones and
chest that were aching to be touched.
Youichi at this point let out a whine and another sob as tears streamed out of
his eyes down his face since he just at this point wanted to cum! He looked
upwards at his torturous lover, keeping his hands pinned to the headboard while
he sat unceremoniously straddled over his chest. “D-Dude…” He tried to be
casual but Miyuki only smirked and flicked his tongue into his ear before
speaking softly.
“If you wanna come, beg for it then” He knew that Youichi wouldn’t swallow his
pride so quickly so he flicked his tongue out over his nipples, flicking it at
one until it was rock hard against the air of the dorm. He quite enjoyed the
low mewl he got from that so he licked and sucked at the other one, enjoying
them being so hard.
The mullet-head at this point didn’t give a fuck about his pride and looked up,
swallowing a sob as it threatened to slip out. His voice was choked, his mind
foggy. and to be honest he just wanted to get this over with so he closed his
teary eyes and cried out getting ready to throw his pride to the bottom of the
ocean floor.
“D-Damnit… K-Ka...Kazuya l-let me...cum...please.” He choked out the words
followed by a soft sob as his stomach tightened and his back arched, but yet
his cock was squeezed harder preventing release once again. How the actual
living fucking hell was that not enough?
“Not enough, Youichi-chan” The devil waited, flicking his tongue over Youichi’s
collarbones as he shivered, goosebumps growing on his skin. “I need to hear you
scream my name first Hmm…” He bit into the soft part of his collarbones.
Harshly. He felt the scream before he heard it and finally, what he’d been
waiting for.
“K-Kazuya! I’ll do anything just please!!” He couldn’t resist that. His hand
ungripped his cock as he licked the tip softly and felt Youichi’s entire body
spasm. Toes curled, hands grabbed for anything they could, a voice screamed and
he came all over those beautiful sports glasses.
While he was wiping the cum from his glasses, he couldn't help but remember his
first time and how Furuya had almost no stamina and came on him within a second
of even getting in him, and how much of a disaster it was. He moaned out polar
bears instead of his name. He simply shook his head, trying to clear out the
memory of that. He needed to focus on the squirming tired mess in front of him.
“I’m going to stretch you now and prepare you.” He heard a choked squeal and
alarmed eyes looked up at him. Did this idiot not know that he was going inside
of him?
“Baka! H-How will that even… fit?!” He gave an uneven breath as he watched the
shirtless teen reach underneath the pillow next to him and pull out a bottle of
cherry lube. By this point Mochi had had enough of this and knew he’d probably
be tormented once again. But he didn’t care, he was enjoying this, as much as
his heart pounded in his chest from the pure anticipation of what was to come.
Miyuki opened the bottle, squeezing some on his fingers. He took both of the
other male’s legs and spread them impossibly wider, flicking his tongue out of
the side of his mouth as he did so, focusing. He dropped the bottle by his head
and opened his mouth to speak in a low voice.
“I’m going to start stretching you now alright?” His voice was surprisingly
gentle and filled with care. Despite the fact he was a teasing bastard. What
mattered now was getting some sort of release especially since his cock was
killing him from being hard. Again. He felt Miyuki trying to slip his slimy
lubed finger inside. Disgusting. Oh well. He tried to relax and wrapped his
legs around his torso gently. Once the finger was in he noticed it felt weird.
Not necessarily the worst thing he’d felt but not the best to be honest.
He moved it in and out a few times, mumbling words in encouragement into
Mochi’s ear, the shortstop was trembling with tears once again as the catcher
added a second finger. The pain was beginning to surface once he’d stretched
him wider. He massaged the fingers in and out, scissoring them. By this point
due to the come on his glasses it was hard to see.
He sighed, dropping his question about whether anyone would walk in when a
third finger was introduced, making him cry out slightly. “D-Damnit...M-
Miyuki…” It was a dull pain, making him tremble with the occasional burn. He
focused instead on the megane catcher who was preparing him while his chest
heaved and glistened with sweat. Miyuki had a nice muscle set, his arms were
nicely toned and his abs were just starting to show. He wasn’t as lanky as
Furuya, but not as full as himself. Probably because he would sometimes eat one
or two (okay most of the time three) of Masuko’s pudding cups.
Damnit! What had he just hit?! He felt the fingers being extracted with almost
a feeling of emptiness as he heard a zipper being undone. He looked up to see
that bastard getting out his dick. Okay, code red. This would either be the
best night of his life or the worst, depending on what happened in the next
probably half hour. He inserted the tip of himself, his cock being much bigger
than his fingers. Youichi let out a growl, his face tearing up and scrunching
up in only what could be called pain.
A door clicked and a blanket what laid over him as Miyuki laid face down,
hiding himself however keeping Kuramochi's cock just at the tip of his lips.
Damnit this was maddening! And wait just a second was that a door clicking? Oh
shit!
"MIYUKI SENPAI YOU--" It was Sawamura. Of course. Wait, SHIT HE WALKED IN ON
THEM AND MIYUKI HID WHILE SUCKING HIS DICK. Damn bastard. He waited for the
idiot to speak, which obviously you couldn’t miss in a ten mile radius.
“Kuramochi?” He blinked, not giving the moron a chance to answer before he
spoke to him again, trying not to make any unnecessary noises as Miyuki bit his
thigh. Wow thanks asshole. He made a mental note to kick the idiot to the
ground later. And there goes his tongue in his slit. Shit! Fuck! Making another
mental note to actually kick him in the dick, he quickly realized he was
panicking and taking too long to answer the idiot who probably had an idea of
what was going on here.
“U..Uh Oh yeah tha-ah-at’s me.” Mochi wanted to facepalm himself but that
required taking his hand off of restraining mister-suck-his-dick-while-his-
roommate-was-staring-at-them from swallowing him whole. He was quickly
discovering what stamina was and thank god he had so much of it or he would
literally be cumming right in the asshole’s mouth. God, he hated him. “You
okay, Kuramochi?” There it was, that voice and shitshitshitshit he was stepping
towards them!
“J-Just get BACK TO PRACTICE BAKAMURA OR I’LL SHOW YOU A NEW WRESTLING MOVE I
LEARNED LATER!!” He shouted this mostly all at once and Miyuki could feel it so
he suddenly started sucking really hard on his tip. His hot tongue engulfed him
and before Eijun could say anything else and exit, Youichi went out of the
bounds of his control. He let out a sharp moan and squeezed his eyes shut as he
moved his hips slightly.
Eijun’s face turned beet red and he slammed the door as he walked away. Okay,
so there was one more thing Sawamura or Furuya definitely did not need to know
about. If Kazuya told them, he’d have his head.
Speaking of him, he popped his head out of the blankets with damn swollen wet
lips and reached up to kiss him gently. They hadn’t kissed for some reason and
as he tried to get over the fact that his dick had just been in his mouth he
felt his slightly parted lips being penetrated with a tongue. Youichi made a
face, pulling back as he wiped his mouth. Miyuki tasted like the dick he was.
He didn’t have much longer to focus on the taste because at that moment, Kazuya
gave a sharp thrust upwards, his entire sensitive post orgasm body being
rippled by pain as he got a frisk reminder that the catcher was inside of him.
He felt his eyes turn wet once more as he sobbed again, this feeling being
anything but arousing. Yet his member stood at full mast, moved slightly by the
now pounding into him as the dick anchored himself with his hands on either
side of his being, his hips moving back..forth...back...forth in a motion that
even Kuramochi found interesting.
“OOhh..ahh...yes! Yes th-there...Kazuya!!” He suddenly felt a spot he liked
being hit and heard a mumble of “found it” from the actual cock. He continued
thrusting inwards towards that spot, his entire body aching at this point until
he felt something warm inside of him. What? Did he just...inside him? GROSS! He
had come a minute prior anyway so this wasn’t so bad but..this
was….kinda...gross.
He watched him pull out of him and the damn asshole leaned down to his own
asshole and flicked his tongue out to lick the cum that was currently seeping
out. Gross. He then looked up with the white shit on his tongue and spread it
over his chest. He groaned uneasy and glared at him as to say ‘Dude really?’
He felt arms work their way around his sore body, and a blanket over him. He
could get used to this. A sweatshirt clad leg worked it’s way to rest on his
own legs and that was all he could remember before he fell asleep, his head on
the pillow, being hugged by his catcher.
The next morning, he was fully dressed and the asshole wasn’t there. Pfft.
Typical. He saw him squatting in the dugout, practicing pitches with Eijun.
Course. He went to go walk when he realized his legs weren’t really working
that well.
OWIE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Ryo-san had kicked him in the ass. He could reach
that high? He had forgotten to cover his neck for the time being so the pink
haired older Kominato brother poked it curiously. “Hmm… second year having
fun?” He jerked at that, glaring down at Ryousuke when he felt his ass being
smacked. Damn, what was with his ass today?
“So…” It was the spawn of satan. Perfect
“I don’t want to hear a word that comes out of your mouth, asshole. I’ll
destroy your ass next time!”
“If I let you.”
His next argument was interrupted by warm lips against his own and him being
sweetly embraced. He usually wasn’t much for romance but this wasn’t half bad
if you were honest.
He’d definitely be used to this..
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