[ 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. ]
[ the answer to that is a resounding no, because eijun's been like this since he was in high school, and even as an adult, he's barely learned the art of patience. on the mound, maybe--he's gotten better at that, learned control, how to work a batter over (a lesson narumiya once told him he was getting "unfortunately good at") but in the bedroom? he wants that gratification.
he wants miyuki, reall.
his back arches as he adds a second finger--it's that edge of pain and pleasure, squirming down into his hand. it makes a lewd, slick noise, coupled with a groan from eijun. his eyes flutter shut, and he briefly remembers he's supposed to respond back to him.
oh yeah, right. ] I don't wanna wait! [ it comes out a little melted sounding, though, from deep in his chest. ]
[ Adding a little bit more lube, when Eijun pushes down on his fingers, he just hums in response at first. He's seen him on the mound, practice with him when it was just the two of them playing at being a battery, and he knows he can figure out how to wait for the right moment. But in the bedroom, he gets it - Miyuki rarely actually wants to wait, either.
But he does. He makes himself wait, because he wants to see Eijun's face, wants to hear him moan and keen, wants to render him a mess. It's worth holding onto his own composure.
So he just clicks his tongue softly, mock disapproval, and ducks down to get one of Eijun's legs up over his shoulder. Just for the contact, mostly, and because it gives him a good angle, letting him go deep as he starts to fuck him with his fingers. ]
Hate to break it to you, but you're going to have to. [ except he sounds sing-song, instead of apologetic, so. ]
[ eijun doesn't even flinch when miyuki grabs his leg and pulls it up over his shoulder--it's actually a little more comfortable, if only because he has something to rest on instead of just relying on miyuki's arm and gravity.
plus, he's distracted now. the new angle means a deeper push, and the pain starts to evaporate as he gets used to the bigger feeling of fullness. it's nice, now, and eijun drops his head back against the pillows and groans, rolling his hips forward into the motion of his hand.
the deeper he gets, the better it is, too. he lets out a loud noise, his back arching up up as if that'll help him get more from him, hips twitching helplessly. ]
[ Jesus, flexibility has never been more of a gift than it is now. Kazuya just lets out an appreciative hum as Eijun gets comfortable, and brings his hand up to pat the very thigh that's right next to his head. Sitting like this is actually pretty comfortable, and lets them get into it instead of worrying about positioning. ]
C'mon, Eijun. [ Years later, and first names still give him a little thrill. What a nerd. ] Let me hear you. If you do, I won't make you wait too long.
[ Implying, unfortunately, that he's going to make him wait regardless. But with the slick, wet noise of his fingers going in and out of him, thrusting as deep as he can go with them... well, he could probably do this for hours, using it to pick Eijun apart. ]
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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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he wants miyuki, reall.
his back arches as he adds a second finger--it's that edge of pain and pleasure, squirming down into his hand. it makes a lewd, slick noise, coupled with a groan from eijun. his eyes flutter shut, and he briefly remembers he's supposed to respond back to him.
oh yeah, right. ] I don't wanna wait! [ it comes out a little melted sounding, though, from deep in his chest. ]
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But he does. He makes himself wait, because he wants to see Eijun's face, wants to hear him moan and keen, wants to render him a mess. It's worth holding onto his own composure.
So he just clicks his tongue softly, mock disapproval, and ducks down to get one of Eijun's legs up over his shoulder. Just for the contact, mostly, and because it gives him a good angle, letting him go deep as he starts to fuck him with his fingers. ]
Hate to break it to you, but you're going to have to. [ except he sounds sing-song, instead of apologetic, so. ]
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plus, he's distracted now. the new angle means a deeper push, and the pain starts to evaporate as he gets used to the bigger feeling of fullness. it's nice, now, and eijun drops his head back against the pillows and groans, rolling his hips forward into the motion of his hand.
the deeper he gets, the better it is, too. he lets out a loud noise, his back arching up up as if that'll help him get more from him, hips twitching helplessly. ]
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C'mon, Eijun. [ Years later, and first names still give him a little thrill.
What a nerd.] Let me hear you. If you do, I won't make you wait too long.[ Implying, unfortunately, that he's going to make him wait regardless. But with the slick, wet noise of his fingers going in and out of him, thrusting as deep as he can go with them... well, he could probably do this for hours, using it to pick Eijun apart. ]