[ it's a quiet evening in the sawamura-miyuki household. raichi's away for the night on a sleepover with haruichi and the newly in town furuya, fresh off of his school's break. early in the winter means its off season for eijun, too, and a rare couple of days off means a little personal time at home is not only necessary, but well earned.
...although admittedly, eijun wasn't really thinking about this kind of personal time, but he's not complaining.
this kind of personal time is eijun on his back in their bedroom, the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows. he's long since lost his clothes, and the gleam in kazuya's eye had put a lot more in store than just a quickie. he's gained experience over the years, but he still has a way of taking eijun utterly apart, and this is no difference, considering kazuya has yet to do anything but tease him, because he's rude!
(but it does feel pretty good.)
his back arches a little bit when miyuki's hand runs down his thigh, and eijun squirms a little bit up into his hand, arching up a bit. ] Come oooonnnn, Miyuki, you suck!
[ eijun: married for several years, still calls his spouse miyuki ]
[ With no echoes of laughter and running through every room, Miyuki can focus on what he's trying to do. Not that he doesn't love every second of the life that he's shockingly made for himself, with a husband and a kid, but it makes it a little hard to concentrate sometimes, especially since he can so easily get caught up in the two of them and their shenanigans without even meaning to. He loves every second of it.
A break, every now and then, is pretty good too, though. One like this, too. Eijun is all tanned skin and brown sugar freckles, just this shade dark enough that there's a contrast between his hand along the soft skin of a thigh. Watching him squirm, he doesn't do much more than that, at first. ]
You're an ungrateful spouse, you know that? [ He clucks his tongue, but there's no bite to his words, and he draws his hand away so that he can pick up the bottle of lube that he'd dropped down next to him. There's no shame in him, not in watching the naked play of muscle on Eijun nor in his own nudity. ] I probably encourage it, though, so I don't know why I'm ever surprised.
[ He's not, actually. And then Kazuya just calmly squirts out some lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to coat them and warm it up. At least he's considerate. ]
[ eijun sputters a little bit, half because his brain just dies when miyuki keeps teasing him like that, stroking his hand up and down his thigh, and the other half because miyuki is being miyuki. ] I'm not ungrateful!! You're a jerk!
[ and some things never change--their dynamic is the same, years down the line. yeah, miyuki kazuya is a big huge jerk, but eijun loves him, loves his shitty sense of humor and his smirk and his real smile, the way raichi looks up at him like he hung the whole sun in the sky because he's his dad. he loves him as much as he did a long time ago, and eijun's rarely shy about saying it, either.
however, he's definitely not thinking love and affection right now, considering. he hears the click of the cap of the lubricant and whines, arching his hips up off the bed. ] You try being here!
[ The sputtering and the jeering has Miyuki laughing, but instead of answering right away, he shifts how he's seated on his knees, using his thigh to buck up one of Eijun's legs a little more. Get him more spread open to him. It's a view if there ever was one, something that he delights in, even years and years later. He probably will even when he goes literally grey, instead of claiming that spouse and son give him greys, that Mei was giving him them in high school. ]
Nah, the view's pretty great from here, so I think I'll let you stay there. [ He pats his thigh with his clean hand, before he slides it up to his knee to spread him that bit more. Being made of pretzel dough is great, to be honest. It lets Miyuki manhandle him into great positions.
And get to him a lot easier, as he goes to circle one slicked up finger around his entrance, teasing that second more and then - pressing in, before he can get too whiny about him being a jerk. ]
[ eijun barely even reacts to being spread open a little further. he's a professional baseball player, not to mention he's always just been insanely flexible, so it's an old hat part of their routine by now. miyuki can fuck him with his legs over his head--they've tried.
that doesn't seem like the game plan for this evening though. eijun isn't entirely sure what the game plan is, besides the fact that he's being a big jerk tease. the slick, warm pressure of his finger makes him shiver and shift his hips forward like he can force him to move just a little faster--but kazuya complies right at the right time, and it gets a surprised, melty little noise out of eijun.
it's always a little weird at first, even if they've been doing this for half a decade by now, and eijun squirms impatiently, his hands dropping into the sheets as he pushes up into his hand. he was going to say something embarrassing about how it's always his butt being abused, but miyuki managed to shut him up with the finger, so, nice going. ]
[ Not to say that the temptation to fuck him with his legs over his head isn't there. Miyuki likes the way he can drive into him, get him keening, while also pinning his legs up as he kisses him. There's no one else in his sexual history that's even been nearly as flexible as Eijun, although Mei did come close. Pitchers, you know how it is.
But those people are the furthest thing from his mind, as he watches Eijun squirm. That little noise he makes is always rewarding, but getting him to wriggle against the bed is more of one, simply because he feels every inch of it. So he just works his finger into him, pulling out just enough to push in a little deeper. His initial plan was to just... finger him open, fuck him, maybe play around with location and position.
Now, though. The impatience catches on an idea, and Kazuya smirks, dirty and sly. Taking his other hand off his leg, trusting he'll hold it in some approximation of the position he put it in, he grabs the lube and squeezes out a bit more to add to what he's already got, making his finger crooking and curling into him a little noisier, a little more lewd already. ]
Ughhhhh. [ eijun whines, because that's really the best he can do from this position. everything around him is too hot but his finger pushing in slowly is more weird than it is sexy at the current moment, which means he's impatient and still really turned on.
his hips tip up when kazuya lets go, leg still exactly where he left it, and his eyes flutter open right in time for the lube to splash on him where he's left waiting. it's cold, and eijun yelps appropriately, surprised but also weirdly turned on. it makes the slide of his hand even easier, the crook of his finger a little smoother, and the surprised noise turns into a lower one of enjoyment. it helps to hide the embarrassment that comes with the realization of that slick, wet noise, something even he's not immune to noticing.
his grip on the sheets hasn't let up yet--at this point, he's clueless to whatever his spouse's plans are. ]
[ Snorting unattractively at the whining, Kazuya gives him an amused and affectionate look, even if he's a little distracted by his complaining and squirming at first. But it fades as he focuses on what he's doing, working his finger into him during the very unsexy stage of this. The first finger is always a little hit or miss on whether it'll be weird or not, so having that indication that he's enjoying it after the extra lube is added is good.
And encouragement to go ahead and ease a second one in, careful not to go too quickly. Too much burn can be more than just uncomfortable, and he'd rather it be that weird mix of pain and pleasure instead of just straight up pain. ]
You're never going to stop being impatient, are you? [ It sort of ties in with his plans, to ask that. So he'll teach Eijun the art of patience, or at least tease him to the point that he's bound to fall apart into a hundred pieces. ]
[ if there's one thing mei can proudly brag about (to anyone that will listen) it's that sex with kazuya is amazing. it always has been, even if he's a nerd who takes off his glasses and becomes functionally useless, even if they're both so obssessed with baseball and work that every now and then they forget about it for a few days at a time. when it happens? it's great.
and it's great for everyone, especially his office mates, when mei gets laid.
tonight is one of those high tension nights, mei casually undressing kazuya with his eyes across the table at dinner, that exploded into them practically ripping each other's clothes off as soon as they slammed into the front door of mei's apartment. that was a little while ago now, and even the act of preparing and getting ready, zero of the fire of it has really faded. by the time mei's ready to go, he gets both of his hands on kazuya's chest and pushes him down, not giving any time to hem and haw over positioning either.
he looks hungry as he crawls up his body, posturing just a little when he swings a leg over his hips and pushes himself up properly, pinning his hands on either side of his head. ]
Hope you're ready for a good show. [ is the line he chooses to say, but the nasty smirk on his face makes it a little less cheesy--mostly because he's not kidding. ]
[ The first time they actually hooked up, after years and years of tension building up, Kazuya had come into the office the next day to deliver lunch as usual. And he was thanked, sincerely, at least three times within five minutes of having entered the building. It didn't take much for him to figure out why, given the way that Mei was smugly swaggering around the place, like he'd gone to koshien all over again and wanted everybody to know it.
Technically he did, Miyuki guesses. But it wasn't like he couldn't make a point of fucking Mei into a good mood every now and then, for the good of all mankind, but especially the office. His employees were given a lot of bonuses and days off just for that. Why not reward them for their hard work?
And, hey - he gets this kind of view as a result. It's a win/win situation, for everybody.
Even if he's pretty sure he's going to have to mend a button or two on his shirt, but it doesn't really register to him at the moment. A tense (in a good way) dinner, where he played up the atmosphere even more, and now this. His back hits the bed, and he doesn't even care, just makes sure his glasses are safe and within reach for later in an absent kind of way, his eyes locked on Mei above him. It wouldn't be hard to pry his hands free, but he doesn't bother.
Instead, he tilts his head, humming softly and thoughtfully. ] If you're going to give me a good one, how can I say no to that?
[ look, can you blame him? mei's always swaggered after he's gotten some, but this was more than just "getting some". this was a confession that wasn't quite a confession, the known understanding that they went from being mei and kazuya to mei and kazuya, an item, a thing. mei's had a crush on him since middle school, in some varying way shape or form, and he'd always been at the back of his mind as this goal. mei's singleminded--his passions drive him--and the passion in the matter of his heart is finally getting its intended outlet.
(that is, you know, if he was willing to admit to the fact that they're not just hooking up and that he has feelings. he's not. it's complicated.)
luckily, sex is way easier than sappy confessions. mei feels like he's on fire when kazuya's gaze is on him like that--it feeds into him, makes his smirk grow a little wider as he takes in the compliment (was it really a compliment, mei) and flourishes under the attention. ]
A good one's an understatement. [ ever the egotist king. he lets go of one of his wrists to reach back behind him to position himself properly so he can start to sink down on him. the process is a little slow, if only because it's been a while and it does take some getting used to, and mei's cheeks flush with color as he bites his lower lip, holding himself up almost entirely with his arm muscles as he sinks down.
it's hot and full and perfect, and as he rocks down to the hilt, mei gives an experimental circle of his hips as he gets comfortable, the change in pressure drawing a low croon from his throat. ]
[ No one can blame him. Not when Mei and Kazuya, as they are now, are both such good lays. It's like all of their past experience has just been practice for each other, a culmination of knowledge and kinks (though Miyuki has a distinct feeling his kinks are a little more outlandish than most of Mei's, but that's just a feeling). And while, maybe, he hasn't had a crush on Mei for as long, he's still felt something for him all this time.
But feelings are something that he doesn't think about, doesn't talk about. It's why their so-called confession, as it were, was so fitting and perfect for them. It was unspoken, but a lot of things have been between them, so it's not as if they don't have a language already developed for them. An understanding.
Christ - there's no one that's ever put on a show as good as Mei has, and that's some cold, hard truth that no one can argue against. He lets go of one of his wrists, and Miyuki wasn't told he couldn't touch, so he does, following the path of his hand and only stopping when he curls the rough callouses of his fingers around the sharp line of his hip. His thumb digs in a little against the dip of it, rubbing encouragement as he sinks down. It can't really support him much, like his hand around his thigh or ass might, so he just watches, makes sure that he's steady as he sinks down onto him.
All that tight heat, it's like fitting snugly home when he finally gets settled down. And fuck if it doesn't feel good, and better when he circles his hips. Eyes fluttering a little, but refusing to close, Kazuya breathes out an appreciative noise, throaty and low. ]
[ kazuya would be exactly right about their kinks...not that mei can't play ball. there are just some things he'd rather to do someone than vice versa. (or, in the more common definition, many things he's never sought out to try.)
there are no bells and whistles needed here, though. as he lets go of kazuya, mei tilts his head back, sitting up fully for a moment. his strong, dominant left hand's still holding kazuya's left wrist, all strong, honed muscle leading up this body, much of he same. mei's fully aware how attractive he is (tragically), and he milks it for all its worth, his back arching up just a little, a golden glow in the dim light of his bedroom.
...beyond all the acting, though, it does feel really good. the noise that kazuya makes underneath him just spurs him on, as does the touch on his hip, and mei finally lets go of his other wrist to splay his hand on his chest. it gives him a little more leverage and lets him touch the plane of warm skin there, another connection of skin to skin that's making him warm all over.
using that hand, he pushes himself up, achingly slow, feeling every single centimeter slide out of him as he shuts his eyes and bites his lip, a feeling that's just a little more obvious and real, because it's good. it's hot and he misses him the moment he's gone--so he slides back down, much quicker on the return, which forces a noise out from his chest. ]
[ Any intent to introduce some bells and whistles is completely absent at the moment, anyways. Miyuki can be one kinky fucker sometimes, but right now, it's just this, skin on skin, tension having climbed to the point that they don't really need much else as they break it apart forcibly again. Biting kisses and desperate touches have built into this, and the view is worth anything he could introduce.
So he doesn't need it. His wrist flexes a little in Mei's grasp while he still holds onto it, but it's instinctive more than any attempt to free himself, especially when he has his own dominant hand free to touch. If it weren't for the fact he's using his grip to effectively brace the both of them, he'd consider exploring every inch of Mei's skin, the shift of muscle under pale skin.
Moments like these are the only ones where he concedes to how attractive Mei is, honestly. Kazuya knows better than to play into his ego, or at least this aspect of it, because he'd get worse than a strut if he said anything about his good looks with actual seriousness. That pug nose'd get turned up so fast, so smugly, that it'd probably give Mei whiplash.
But he looks good, washed in gold. It's like it was meant for him, a mantle for him to wear. The same light turns the thin ring of color around his blown pupils amber, locked on him as they are and lit by it as well, his chest expanding in a deep breath beneath Mei's hand. Every shift he makes, himself, leads to a shift of his own muscles, his thighs tense as Mei sinks back down on him.
They only tense further as he moves to dig a heel into the bed for better leverage to roll his hips after him, his freed hand sliding up the line of one of Mei's own thighs. ]
[ they're so close together that mei can feel the way kazuya's muscles tense before he gets the chance to react to him rolling back up into him--when he makes a move, it's deep and good, makes mei's back arch like a bowstring. his fingers curl into a fist where his hands are placed on kazuya's chest, and mei takes that little motion and runs with it.
(they've always been a fearsome team. always on the same wavelength.)
he rocks his hips in a circle when kazuya gets in deep, gasping at the change in pressure, tightening a little around him involuntarily. mei can definitely ride like a pro, and he pushes himself all the way up and back down again, the slow slide and the powerful hit at the end, using his strong leg muscles to color his every motion.
and, where mei is normally chatty, in bed, he's loud, and shameless about it. a moan unlaces itself from his throat when he gets a particularly good spot, and mei shows off with it while he can, before it ges a little too good and he loses any actual conrol over the situation. ]
[ The draw of Mei's spine, just like a taut bow, clicks something precise and thoughtful into place.
Much like he is outside of bed, Miyuki is calculating in bed, choosing his words and using them like a weapon. But he chooses not to use them just yet, while Mei has full clarity. It'll feed his ego if he gives him verbal encouragement right now, so instead he tips his head back, watching every movement, enjoying the view, and lets rough breaths and soft groans do the speaking for him. Everything else is conveyed in his touch.
He moves his hands, sliding the rest of the way up his thigh with the one, so that he can curl his fingers into where ass meets thigh, appreciative and seeking leverage all at once. It's just the right spot,so that he can hear that slap of skin every time Mei comes down on him, lewd and perfect the way the faint creek of the bed is with the way Mei sings.
Seeking to get another moan, Miyuki rocks his hips up almost off the bed when Mei goes for another thrust down. Maybe baseball's built up their bodies into what they are now, but they're sure as hell good for something else. ]
Koushuu isn't necessarily as quiet as some people might be, especially given the fact that he's opinionated and not particularly shy about it, blunt honesty sharp and brutal some days, but. He's also incredibly private, to contrast it. Most things about his life are his to know, and he's not interested in sharing that with very many people. None of his classmates know that he works nights at a sex surplus shop that's attached to a love hotel - Taku doesn't count, Taku has known ever since he first got the job because he thought it was hilarious - and none of them know that he's not at all ignorant when it comes to the wares that he's selling.
The one person that is in the know about this, besides his equally ""informed"" boss, is the hapless idiot that took down a display by accident and wound up indentured to pay off the damages. And that wasn't even... intentional. Planned. Koushuu hated Eijun, who interrupted the (relative) peace and quiet of his late shift. Until he got under his skin. And they started seeing each other outside of work.
And then started seeing each other outside of work.
He's doomed. Really doomed. But he's not about to complain about it now, when he's got Eijun almost completely stripped down. He just needs to take his boxers off, but instead of going right for that, he uses surprise and bulk built up from his life as a catcher to roll him over, pushing him face-down into the pillows and pinning him there with his chest to his back and hand against his shoulder.
(It's mostly because he couldn't stand looking at his kiss-bruised mouth and flushed cheeks and big eyes. He won't admit to it, ever.) ]
[ eijun was absolutely, definitely sure that okumura hated him the first time they met. all he ever wanted to do was be a great senpai to someone, but ending up working with koushuu meant that was never going to happen. his job's embarrassing, and eijun's attempt at, uh, selling things usually doesn't go all that well, but as he settled into the job, he started to settle into being coworkers with okumura, too.
and then he really started to settle into seeing him, so much so that this is happening--they're dating. they're hooking up pretty frequently, too, so this situation isn't all that unusual. eijun likes koushuu, even if he's mean sometimes, and has found himself drawn to him a million times over. kissing him is way more awesome than arguing with him, and he was enjoying said kissing when all of a sudden the world is shifting andhe's planted face first into the pillows. ]
HEY!! [ eijun yelps, loud as ever, though it's muffled against the pile of pillows on his bed--he has to be at least a little indignant, even if okumura's body is hot on his, and his hand is nice on his shoulder... ]
Quiet. [ Koushuu doesn't sound repentant at all when he says that one word, and instead leans down so that his mouth is next to Eijun's ear. They've hooked up enough that they've gotten into... some of the less vanilla things, but he doesn't really want to shove his senpai into deep water. Easing him into it is what he means to do, but a lot of the time he just outfits him with floaties and jumps in with him.
It's really hard to resist getting caught up in Sawamura Eijun? Things escalate quickly with them, just due to the raw intensity that they both have. They're both driven by instinct, although one is more controlled than the other.
Right now, he's definitely not controlling it like he normally would. Instead, he gusts a breath over the shell of Eijun's ear, bumping his nose into his temple before he ducks down, teeth scraping the hinge of his jaw. He's still pretty much talking into his ear, though, voice having gone a little rough. ] If you don't like what I'm about to do, just tell me to stop.
[ koushuu telling him to shut up (in one less word, but even eijun's smart enough to read between those two lines) makes him start to squawk a little bit, because he just got pushed into the pillows, okay, he has every right to complain, but he stops at the gush of hot air against his ear. it gives him goosebumps right down his spine to where koushuu's resting over him, a little shiver.
and, let's be honest, he's still pretty driven by instinct. so when he cages over him like that, eijun's hips push backwards on just that, grinding back into koushuu where he's over him just to make it feel good. he lifts his head a little when he starts talking--and, oh, there's the overreaction. ] That makes it sound even scarier! Wolf-boy, you're too much!
[ "wolf boy", the clearly endearing (???) nickname that koushuu has definitely earned with his behavior, feels more fitting than ever here. he's trapped like prey.
...not that it's a bad thing. ] Don't eat me! [ lol ]
[ Bossing Eijun around is kind of amusing, but also an exercise in futility a lot of the time. He's just as willful as Koushuu is, and maybe that's the draw? He's a fighter, they both are, and they shouldn't mesh the way they do. But they both set their sights on something, decide that they want it, and they just - go for it. There's no stopping them, really, because they'll fight for it, to a point where it's probably a little too much fight.
They might bicker and butt heads, but when they get along, they get along. He likes it, a lot. He likes Sawamura a lot.
But his choice of phrasing is... interesting, and a little on the nose. He blinks down at the side of his face, hips instinctively rolling forward to meet him as he grinds into him.
There's a beat, then: ] I won't.
[ Another beat. ] ... like that, anyways. [ And then he kisses his shoulder, across a smattering of freckles, and ducks down to kiss along the length of his spine. ]
Okumura!!! [ eijun squawks when he finishes his sentence with that, because what does that even mean?! notthat he actually has any reason to be scared. every single weird thing they've done so far (sometimes with stuff from the shop, even!) has been pretty good, even if eijun was a little bit wary at first. it always ends up feeling amazing, even if he's wary at first, but the pattern never really changes.
the roll of his hips got a little noise out of him, and his hips twitch back helplessly against him when he moves away from his ear, body moving instinctively, seeking out the best pleasure from okumura over him. it's not elegant by any means of the word, but his hands claw in the bed underneath him, fingers fisting in the sheets.
every push forward is making his boxers slide a little, too. they're getting uncomfortable at this point--eijun would really like them off. ]
Sawamura-senpai. [ The answer is flippant, if deadpan, as it so often is with Koushuu when Eijun squawks at him. But he's used to it at this point, and this time it was... kind of. Warranted. That response was a little ominous, so he can't blame him. But he just follows the thread of trust that's been left for him, in the way that Eijun doesn't roll over or legitimately tell him to stop. His hips are even looking for friction still.
He has to pull away from it, reluctantly, to be able to continue his path downwards, but he replaces it with a hand taking a palmful of Eijun's ass. With a squeeze, he makes his way down until he kisses the dip of his spine, a little open-mouthed and hot, but he doesn't linger there. Instead, he loosens his grip to tug his boxers down, fulfilling that particular wish.
And surprising him with a bite to one cheek, just enough to leave a mark but not enough to really hurt. ]
[ what a cheeky kohai! eijun flusters a little when okumura deadpans back at him. it's not that he's not used to him acting like that, but the nerve of him is still as impressive as it was that very first day they met.
he makes a noise of loss when koushuu moves, tiny and unintentional, his spine arching as he kisses down it. sawamura eijun has always been a reactive, healthy young man, and this is no different, pushing back into that hand that's grabbing the slightly paler skin of his butt almost immediately. it feels nice, especially when he's got his boxers out of the way.
the bite gets a little yelp out of him too, startled, and he jerks his head up to try and look back at him. ] Oi! What did I just say!!
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back to tradition....spoops sexy birthday threads
...although admittedly, eijun wasn't really thinking about this kind of personal time, but he's not complaining.
this kind of personal time is eijun on his back in their bedroom, the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows. he's long since lost his clothes, and the gleam in kazuya's eye had put a lot more in store than just a quickie. he's gained experience over the years, but he still has a way of taking eijun utterly apart, and this is no difference, considering kazuya has yet to do anything but tease him, because he's rude!
(but it does feel pretty good.)
his back arches a little bit when miyuki's hand runs down his thigh, and eijun squirms a little bit up into his hand, arching up a bit. ] Come oooonnnn, Miyuki, you suck!
[ eijun: married for several years, still calls his spouse miyuki ]
I am gifted this evening
A break, every now and then, is pretty good too, though. One like this, too. Eijun is all tanned skin and brown sugar freckles, just this shade dark enough that there's a contrast between his hand along the soft skin of a thigh. Watching him squirm, he doesn't do much more than that, at first. ]
You're an ungrateful spouse, you know that? [ He clucks his tongue, but there's no bite to his words, and he draws his hand away so that he can pick up the bottle of lube that he'd dropped down next to him. There's no shame in him, not in watching the naked play of muscle on Eijun nor in his own nudity. ] I probably encourage it, though, so I don't know why I'm ever surprised.
[ He's not, actually. And then Kazuya just calmly squirts out some lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to coat them and warm it up. At least he's considerate. ]
truly...
[ and some things never change--their dynamic is the same, years down the line. yeah, miyuki kazuya is a big huge jerk, but eijun loves him, loves his shitty sense of humor and his smirk and his real smile, the way raichi looks up at him like he hung the whole sun in the sky because he's his dad. he loves him as much as he did a long time ago, and eijun's rarely shy about saying it, either.
however, he's definitely not thinking love and affection right now, considering. he hears the click of the cap of the lubricant and whines, arching his hips up off the bed. ] You try being here!
🙏
Nah, the view's pretty great from here, so I think I'll let you stay there. [ He pats his thigh with his clean hand, before he slides it up to his knee to spread him that bit more. Being made of pretzel dough is great, to be honest. It lets Miyuki manhandle him into great positions.
And get to him a lot easier, as he goes to circle one slicked up finger around his entrance, teasing that second more and then - pressing in, before he can get too whiny about him being a jerk. ]
that looks like a tiny alien on my laptop
that doesn't seem like the game plan for this evening though. eijun isn't entirely sure what the game plan is, besides the fact that he's being a big jerk tease. the slick, warm pressure of his finger makes him shiver and shift his hips forward like he can force him to move just a little faster--but kazuya complies right at the right time, and it gets a surprised, melty little noise out of eijun.
it's always a little weird at first, even if they've been doing this for half a decade by now, and eijun squirms impatiently, his hands dropping into the sheets as he pushes up into his hand. he was going to say something embarrassing about how it's always his butt being abused, but miyuki managed to shut him up with the finger, so, nice going. ]
it's ugly on mine tbh
But those people are the furthest thing from his mind, as he watches Eijun squirm. That little noise he makes is always rewarding, but getting him to wriggle against the bed is more of one, simply because he feels every inch of it. So he just works his finger into him, pulling out just enough to push in a little deeper. His initial plan was to just... finger him open, fuck him, maybe play around with location and position.
Now, though. The impatience catches on an idea, and Kazuya smirks, dirty and sly. Taking his other hand off his leg, trusting he'll hold it in some approximation of the position he put it in, he grabs the lube and squeezes out a bit more to add to what he's already got, making his finger crooking and curling into him a little noisier, a little more lewd already. ]
praying alien emoji..solid
his hips tip up when kazuya lets go, leg still exactly where he left it, and his eyes flutter open right in time for the lube to splash on him where he's left waiting. it's cold, and eijun yelps appropriately, surprised but also weirdly turned on. it makes the slide of his hand even easier, the crook of his finger a little smoother, and the surprised noise turns into a lower one of enjoyment. it helps to hide the embarrassment that comes with the realization of that slick, wet noise, something even he's not immune to noticing.
his grip on the sheets hasn't let up yet--at this point, he's clueless to whatever his spouse's plans are. ]
fitting
And encouragement to go ahead and ease a second one in, careful not to go too quickly. Too much burn can be more than just uncomfortable, and he'd rather it be that weird mix of pain and pleasure instead of just straight up pain. ]
You're never going to stop being impatient, are you? [ It sort of ties in with his plans, to ask that. So he'll teach Eijun the art of patience, or at least tease him to the point that he's bound to fall apart into a hundred pieces. ]
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so gifted (also office au!)
and it's great for everyone, especially his office mates, when mei gets laid.
tonight is one of those high tension nights, mei casually undressing kazuya with his eyes across the table at dinner, that exploded into them practically ripping each other's clothes off as soon as they slammed into the front door of mei's apartment. that was a little while ago now, and even the act of preparing and getting ready, zero of the fire of it has really faded. by the time mei's ready to go, he gets both of his hands on kazuya's chest and pushes him down, not giving any time to hem and haw over positioning either.
he looks hungry as he crawls up his body, posturing just a little when he swings a leg over his hips and pushes himself up properly, pinning his hands on either side of his head. ]
Hope you're ready for a good show. [ is the line he chooses to say, but the nasty smirk on his face makes it a little less cheesy--mostly because he's not kidding. ]
I'm ready
Technically he did, Miyuki guesses. But it wasn't like he couldn't make a point of fucking Mei into a good mood every now and then, for the good of all mankind, but especially the office. His employees were given a lot of bonuses and days off just for that. Why not reward them for their hard work?
And, hey - he gets this kind of view as a result. It's a win/win situation, for everybody.
Even if he's pretty sure he's going to have to mend a button or two on his shirt, but it doesn't really register to him at the moment. A tense (in a good way) dinner, where he played up the atmosphere even more, and now this. His back hits the bed, and he doesn't even care, just makes sure his glasses are safe and within reach for later in an absent kind of way, his eyes locked on Mei above him. It wouldn't be hard to pry his hands free, but he doesn't bother.
Instead, he tilts his head, humming softly and thoughtfully. ] If you're going to give me a good one, how can I say no to that?
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(that is, you know, if he was willing to admit to the fact that they're not just hooking up and that he has feelings. he's not. it's complicated.)
luckily, sex is way easier than sappy confessions. mei feels like he's on fire when kazuya's gaze is on him like that--it feeds into him, makes his smirk grow a little wider as he takes in the compliment (was it really a compliment, mei) and flourishes under the attention. ]
A good one's an understatement. [ ever the egotist king. he lets go of one of his wrists to reach back behind him to position himself properly so he can start to sink down on him. the process is a little slow, if only because it's been a while and it does take some getting used to, and mei's cheeks flush with color as he bites his lower lip, holding himself up almost entirely with his arm muscles as he sinks down.
it's hot and full and perfect, and as he rocks down to the hilt, mei gives an experimental circle of his hips as he gets comfortable, the change in pressure drawing a low croon from his throat. ]
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But feelings are something that he doesn't think about, doesn't talk about. It's why their so-called confession, as it were, was so fitting and perfect for them. It was unspoken, but a lot of things have been between them, so it's not as if they don't have a language already developed for them. An understanding.
Christ - there's no one that's ever put on a show as good as Mei has, and that's some cold, hard truth that no one can argue against. He lets go of one of his wrists, and Miyuki wasn't told he couldn't touch, so he does, following the path of his hand and only stopping when he curls the rough callouses of his fingers around the sharp line of his hip. His thumb digs in a little against the dip of it, rubbing encouragement as he sinks down. It can't really support him much, like his hand around his thigh or ass might, so he just watches, makes sure that he's steady as he sinks down onto him.
All that tight heat, it's like fitting snugly home when he finally gets settled down. And fuck if it doesn't feel good, and better when he circles his hips. Eyes fluttering a little, but refusing to close, Kazuya breathes out an appreciative noise, throaty and low. ]
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there are no bells and whistles needed here, though. as he lets go of kazuya, mei tilts his head back, sitting up fully for a moment. his strong, dominant left hand's still holding kazuya's left wrist, all strong, honed muscle leading up this body, much of he same. mei's fully aware how attractive he is (tragically), and he milks it for all its worth, his back arching up just a little, a golden glow in the dim light of his bedroom.
...beyond all the acting, though, it does feel really good. the noise that kazuya makes underneath him just spurs him on, as does the touch on his hip, and mei finally lets go of his other wrist to splay his hand on his chest. it gives him a little more leverage and lets him touch the plane of warm skin there, another connection of skin to skin that's making him warm all over.
using that hand, he pushes himself up, achingly slow, feeling every single centimeter slide out of him as he shuts his eyes and bites his lip, a feeling that's just a little more obvious and real, because it's good. it's hot and he misses him the moment he's gone--so he slides back down, much quicker on the return, which forces a noise out from his chest. ]
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So he doesn't need it. His wrist flexes a little in Mei's grasp while he still holds onto it, but it's instinctive more than any attempt to free himself, especially when he has his own dominant hand free to touch. If it weren't for the fact he's using his grip to effectively brace the both of them, he'd consider exploring every inch of Mei's skin, the shift of muscle under pale skin.
Moments like these are the only ones where he concedes to how attractive Mei is, honestly. Kazuya knows better than to play into his ego, or at least this aspect of it, because he'd get worse than a strut if he said anything about his good looks with actual seriousness. That pug nose'd get turned up so fast, so smugly, that it'd probably give Mei whiplash.
But he looks good, washed in gold. It's like it was meant for him, a mantle for him to wear. The same light turns the thin ring of color around his blown pupils amber, locked on him as they are and lit by it as well, his chest expanding in a deep breath beneath Mei's hand. Every shift he makes, himself, leads to a shift of his own muscles, his thighs tense as Mei sinks back down on him.
They only tense further as he moves to dig a heel into the bed for better leverage to roll his hips after him, his freed hand sliding up the line of one of Mei's own thighs. ]
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(they've always been a fearsome team. always on the same wavelength.)
he rocks his hips in a circle when kazuya gets in deep, gasping at the change in pressure, tightening a little around him involuntarily. mei can definitely ride like a pro, and he pushes himself all the way up and back down again, the slow slide and the powerful hit at the end, using his strong leg muscles to color his every motion.
and, where mei is normally chatty, in bed, he's loud, and shameless about it. a moan unlaces itself from his throat when he gets a particularly good spot, and mei shows off with it while he can, before it ges a little too good and he loses any actual conrol over the situation. ]
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Much like he is outside of bed, Miyuki is calculating in bed, choosing his words and using them like a weapon. But he chooses not to use them just yet, while Mei has full clarity. It'll feed his ego if he gives him verbal encouragement right now, so instead he tips his head back, watching every movement, enjoying the view, and lets rough breaths and soft groans do the speaking for him. Everything else is conveyed in his touch.
He moves his hands, sliding the rest of the way up his thigh with the one, so that he can curl his fingers into where ass meets thigh, appreciative and seeking leverage all at once. It's just the right spot,so that he can hear that slap of skin every time Mei comes down on him, lewd and perfect the way the faint creek of the bed is with the way Mei sings.
Seeking to get another moan, Miyuki rocks his hips up almost off the bed when Mei goes for another thrust down. Maybe baseball's built up their bodies into what they are now, but they're sure as hell good for something else. ]
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gifted and BLESSED
Koushuu isn't necessarily as quiet as some people might be, especially given the fact that he's opinionated and not particularly shy about it, blunt honesty sharp and brutal some days, but. He's also incredibly private, to contrast it. Most things about his life are his to know, and he's not interested in sharing that with very many people. None of his classmates know that he works nights at a sex surplus shop that's attached to a love hotel - Taku doesn't count, Taku has known ever since he first got the job because he thought it was hilarious - and none of them know that he's not at all ignorant when it comes to the wares that he's selling.
The one person that is in the know about this, besides his equally ""informed"" boss, is the hapless idiot that took down a display by accident and wound up indentured to pay off the damages. And that wasn't even... intentional. Planned. Koushuu hated Eijun, who interrupted the (relative) peace and quiet of his late shift. Until he got under his skin. And they started seeing each other outside of work.
And then started seeing each other outside of work.
He's doomed. Really doomed. But he's not about to complain about it now, when he's got Eijun almost completely stripped down. He just needs to take his boxers off, but instead of going right for that, he uses surprise and bulk built up from his life as a catcher to roll him over, pushing him face-down into the pillows and pinning him there with his chest to his back and hand against his shoulder.
(It's mostly because he couldn't stand looking at his kiss-bruised mouth and flushed cheeks and big eyes. He won't admit to it, ever.) ]
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and then he really started to settle into seeing him, so much so that this is happening--they're dating. they're hooking up pretty frequently, too, so this situation isn't all that unusual. eijun likes koushuu, even if he's mean sometimes, and has found himself drawn to him a million times over. kissing him is way more awesome than arguing with him, and he was enjoying said kissing when all of a sudden the world is shifting andhe's planted face first into the pillows. ]
HEY!! [ eijun yelps, loud as ever, though it's muffled against the pile of pillows on his bed--he has to be at least a little indignant, even if okumura's body is hot on his, and his hand is nice on his shoulder... ]
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It's really hard to resist getting caught up in Sawamura Eijun? Things escalate quickly with them, just due to the raw intensity that they both have. They're both driven by instinct, although one is more controlled than the other.
Right now, he's definitely not controlling it like he normally would. Instead, he gusts a breath over the shell of Eijun's ear, bumping his nose into his temple before he ducks down, teeth scraping the hinge of his jaw. He's still pretty much talking into his ear, though, voice having gone a little rough. ] If you don't like what I'm about to do, just tell me to stop.
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and, let's be honest, he's still pretty driven by instinct. so when he cages over him like that, eijun's hips push backwards on just that, grinding back into koushuu where he's over him just to make it feel good. he lifts his head a little when he starts talking--and, oh, there's the overreaction. ] That makes it sound even scarier! Wolf-boy, you're too much!
[ "wolf boy", the clearly endearing (???) nickname that koushuu has definitely earned with his behavior, feels more fitting than ever here. he's trapped like prey.
...not that it's a bad thing. ] Don't eat me! [ lol ]
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They might bicker and butt heads, but when they get along, they get along. He likes it, a lot. He likes Sawamura a lot.
But his choice of phrasing is... interesting, and a little on the nose. He blinks down at the side of his face, hips instinctively rolling forward to meet him as he grinds into him.
There's a beat, then: ] I won't.
[ Another beat. ] ... like that, anyways. [ And then he kisses his shoulder, across a smattering of freckles, and ducks down to kiss along the length of his spine. ]
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the roll of his hips got a little noise out of him, and his hips twitch back helplessly against him when he moves away from his ear, body moving instinctively, seeking out the best pleasure from okumura over him. it's not elegant by any means of the word, but his hands claw in the bed underneath him, fingers fisting in the sheets.
every push forward is making his boxers slide a little, too. they're getting uncomfortable at this point--eijun would really like them off. ]
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He has to pull away from it, reluctantly, to be able to continue his path downwards, but he replaces it with a hand taking a palmful of Eijun's ass. With a squeeze, he makes his way down until he kisses the dip of his spine, a little open-mouthed and hot, but he doesn't linger there. Instead, he loosens his grip to tug his boxers down, fulfilling that particular wish.
And surprising him with a bite to one cheek, just enough to leave a mark but not enough to really hurt. ]
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he makes a noise of loss when koushuu moves, tiny and unintentional, his spine arching as he kisses down it. sawamura eijun has always been a reactive, healthy young man, and this is no different, pushing back into that hand that's grabbing the slightly paler skin of his butt almost immediately. it feels nice, especially when he's got his boxers out of the way.
the bite gets a little yelp out of him too, startled, and he jerks his head up to try and look back at him. ] Oi! What did I just say!!
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