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!!
[ Unfortunately, nothing is really going to change the nerve of him any time soon. Koushuu is Koushuu, same as Eijun as Eijun. He has no plans on curbing how "cheeky" he is. Especially not when he gets reactions like this, although it's not as if he hasn't noticed it, the fact that Eijun is just straight up reactive in general. It took all of a minute for him to figure that outside of the bedroom.
In it? It's a completely different ball game, but one he's more than happy to play. Even if he tends to be a little impatient. He can relate, though he does nip the same spot again when he tries to jerk around and look at him. ]
I'm not eating you yet, senpai. [ Matter of fact, with some of his sarcastic humor in place. Without paying much actual attention to his exclamation, he just tugs his boxers further down his thighs, until he can drag them off. ] Don't worry.
[ the little bite doesn't make him yelp the second time, but he does jolt a little anyway. it's weird--ike being disciplined. he's weirdly into it. luckily, eijun is a fool, and he rarely thinks about the deeper meaning of things, so he just settles for the primal part of him that says that feels good.
and it does feel good. koushuu's hand and mouth on him pretty much always do. he's not worried--okay, well, maybe a little, if only because koushuu is unpredictable and the way he handles stuff at the shop is terrifying sometimes--but knowing him, it'll feel really good, too.
it's also nice to finally get out of his boxers. eijun's noise this time is much more victorious as he wriggles and squirms to get free, sticking his legs out to help okumura out. his face colors on his end of things, visible with a flush to the back of his neck, mostly because there's something lewd about this positioning now. jeez... ]
[ While Eijun is a fool and wouldn't be able to catch onto that, Koushuu... is not, and can. He raises an eyebrow, watching him but not commenting on it. The idea to investigate that later comes to mind, but he has other things to focus on. He goes from a little flustered by how attracted he is to Eijun to slipping into the mindset he needs for this, the soft but throaty voice for it.
He doesn't want him grinding against the bed, so. ]
Get on your knees. [ Rubbing calloused hands along the backs of his thighs, he encourages him rather than actually demanding it or manhandling him into position. It's a good view as it is, but he kind of needs to be able to do this so that Eijun can't really see what he's doing. Face-down, ass-up, all he can really do is give himself over to what Koushuu has planned for him. ] And lift your hips up.
[ koushuu's voice is weirdly soothing--he's got this cadence that makes you want to listen to him. miyuki had called him a gentle guide when referring to his catching, which eijun didn't understand at all, but it sort of suits him here. eijun's pretty bad at listeningto people, too, but here?
here he obeys.
admittedly, he looks back at him first, all red cheeks and big brown eyes, brows furrowed a little in his embarrassment, but sawamura eijun is a man, and not a coward.
so, he huffs and does as he's told. it pushes his face a little further into the blankets, his ass up in the air, which is really embarrassing, but at least he can hide his red cheeks against the pillowcases. ]
[ Loathe as he is to admit it, he and Miyuki have a lot in common. There's manipulation and adaptation on Miyuki's end of things, where Koushuu has a surprisingly soft touch when he's not manhandling in just the right time and way, but they're both Doms cut from the same cloth. Just different sections of it, much like they are as catchers.
Right now, he goes for the more soft touch, gentle guidance as opposed to force. What he has planned will be more rewarding that way.
Koushuu's already raised eyebrow cocks higher when Eijun looks back at him, but it's not challenging. Just calm and expectant, like he knows that Eijun will listen to him and do what he's told, but is patient enough to wait him out. And when he does, his hands go from his thighs to the curve of his ass, warm and gentle, almost praising him with a touch even if the words don't come out. But he knows that he'll wind up giving him some kind of verbal praise, eventually.
He figured out real fast he had a praise kink. Now, though, he has more important things to do with his mouth - namely, ducking down to swipe the flat of his tongue against him, after he takes his hands and spreads him open enough. ]
[ koushuu's hands are warm, which is nice, considering--he feels a little bit like he's on display here, and the room is cool enough that it's fairly distracting, too. but, he can feel the callouses against his own skin, and eijun relaxes into it.
in the end, he's pretty trusting. okumura probably won't lead him too far astray, and as a pitcher, he's pretty used to being led around by the nose. it's not that different from being on the mound, really--working together as a team, being on the same wavelength.
however, they are utterly not on the same wavelength when okumura gets him with his tongue. eijun yelps, doglike and surprised, but the noise that starts kind of high pitched melts off into a weird, lower noise. that felt really good?! just a sudden prick of heat that dove down through his stomach into his thighs. ]
[ Well. That was some kind of reaction. Koushuu is happy to lead him along by the nose, introduce him to things that he never knew could feel good. It's fun, he likes to do it, has always really enjoyed that aspect of being a catcher and a dom alike. It's really rewarding when he gets a response like that.
He does pause before he goes in again, though. Just to make sure that it was a good noise, beyond the dog-like yelp. (Sawamura-senpai sure makes a lot of dog noises, he often realizes, but none moreso than when he's surprised.)
When there's no protest, he goes in again, and this time he doesn't stop or pull away. He's not licking into him yet, just laving softly with his tongue, getting him wet first. ]
[ eijun has pretty much always been a reactive kind of guy--he's loud, stupid and honest, and those three characteristics go with him from the baseball field to the bedroom. he's not shy about letting anyone know exactly how he feels, which works out nicely to koushuu's benefit in this case.
it's kind of a weird feeling, if only because he is at least a little aware of what's happening, but it's definitely not a bad one. apparently that's a pretty sensitive spot, and the wet, insistent pressure of his tongue is unraveling his spine bit by bit, making him rock his hips backwards into him to try and get a little more out of it. every single nerve ending he has feels like it's tingling with each lick, and he moans again, a shuddery noise as his back bows inward and he mushes his cheek in the pillow.
at least the way they're set up means he can hide how red his ears are. ]
[ It's not like Koushu's going to make a move to try and peek at him beyond what he can see, because his noises and his body are telling him everything that he needs to know as it is. So...
Deciding that, since he's rocking back anyways, he spreads him open a little more and actually licks into him, pressing the tip of his tongue past tight muscle with a low noise in the back of his throat. This isn't something that he normally does, even if he enjoys it, but for Eijun he's not going to pass up the opportunity to make him feel good like this. Especially when he moans like that, muffled as it is where he's pressed into a pillow.
His hands keep him open for him, but he lowers them some, worn palms and calloused fingers giving him an encouraging squeeze on either side. If he wants to move back into his face, he's not going to stop him. Not right now. ]
[ well thank goodness for that. any of eijun's embarrassment has mostly started to fade away anyway, as he mashes his face into the pillows underneath him. even just having his breath muffled against the pillow is easy to forget about, even as the fabric gets wet under his open mouth, from the sweat and the unintentional tears that leak out from the sensation.
it's a lot, koushuu's hand drifting downwards just adding to that. eijun's nothing if not reactive, either, and he definitely gives koushuu plenty to work with--when he pushes past, eijun gasps and moans, deep in his chest. his fingers curl tight into the sheets, and he jerks his hips back right into koushuu's mouth, almost begging for more from him. please. ]
[ There, just like that. Eijun is perfectly reactive as always, never failing to deliver something perfect every time they try something new for him. Koushuu lets out a small noise in response to his moan, something that rumbles in the back of his throat. His hands squeeze a little more where he holds him open, near to bruising, but not quite, as he pulls back and licks across again.
But for as much as it's a tease, it's a brief one. He immediately presses into him again, easing into him, getting him wet and open. A little further and he'll be as far as he can go with his tongue, but he's fine with that. He just fucks him, slow and shallow, taking his time on taking him apart. They've got all the time in the world, as far as Koushuu is concerned, and by the time he's done with Eijun...
Well. He'll be happy to put him back together after all this is said and done. ]
[ if eijun were just a little more observant, just a little smarter, he might notice the way koushuu always seems to touch and kiss him with a kind of tenderness. there's a care to it, something that's almost worship, but all of the minutiae of how much koushuu loves him is lost to eijun's thick head, most of the time.
he likes things obvious, so he says things obvious. he's not shy to let koushuu know that he's enjoying himself in any situation, and this is no different. sawamura sighs, his fists curled tight into the sheets underneath him as he rocks back into his face when he presses back in, a whine coming out of his throat.
it's this good, melty heat that starts at his toes and drips across his whole body, makes him feel a little like he's floating, and he gets into a rhythm with his hips, rocking back and forth, back and forth, burying his forehead in the covers underneath and panting, whining, broken off "ah" and "oh" and, after an especially good part, "okumura". ]
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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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In it? It's a completely different ball game, but one he's more than happy to play. Even if he tends to be a little impatient. He can relate, though he does nip the same spot again when he tries to jerk around and look at him. ]
I'm not eating you yet, senpai. [ Matter of fact, with some of his sarcastic humor in place. Without paying much actual attention to his exclamation, he just tugs his boxers further down his thighs, until he can drag them off. ] Don't worry.
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and it does feel good. koushuu's hand and mouth on him pretty much always do. he's not worried--okay, well, maybe a little, if only because koushuu is unpredictable and the way he handles stuff at the shop is terrifying sometimes--but knowing him, it'll feel really good, too.
it's also nice to finally get out of his boxers. eijun's noise this time is much more victorious as he wriggles and squirms to get free, sticking his legs out to help okumura out. his face colors on his end of things, visible with a flush to the back of his neck, mostly because there's something lewd about this positioning now. jeez... ]
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He doesn't want him grinding against the bed, so. ]
Get on your knees. [ Rubbing calloused hands along the backs of his thighs, he encourages him rather than actually demanding it or manhandling him into position. It's a good view as it is, but he kind of needs to be able to do this so that Eijun can't really see what he's doing. Face-down, ass-up, all he can really do is give himself over to what Koushuu has planned for him. ] And lift your hips up.
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here he obeys.
admittedly, he looks back at him first, all red cheeks and big brown eyes, brows furrowed a little in his embarrassment, but sawamura eijun is a man, and not a coward.
so, he huffs and does as he's told. it pushes his face a little further into the blankets, his ass up in the air, which is really embarrassing, but at least he can hide his red cheeks against the pillowcases. ]
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Right now, he goes for the more soft touch, gentle guidance as opposed to force. What he has planned will be more rewarding that way.
Koushuu's already raised eyebrow cocks higher when Eijun looks back at him, but it's not challenging. Just calm and expectant, like he knows that Eijun will listen to him and do what he's told, but is patient enough to wait him out. And when he does, his hands go from his thighs to the curve of his ass, warm and gentle, almost praising him with a touch even if the words don't come out. But he knows that he'll wind up giving him some kind of verbal praise, eventually.
He figured out real fast he had a praise kink. Now, though, he has more important things to do with his mouth - namely, ducking down to swipe the flat of his tongue against him, after he takes his hands and spreads him open enough. ]
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in the end, he's pretty trusting. okumura probably won't lead him too far astray, and as a pitcher, he's pretty used to being led around by the nose. it's not that different from being on the mound, really--working together as a team, being on the same wavelength.
however, they are utterly not on the same wavelength when okumura gets him with his tongue. eijun yelps, doglike and surprised, but the noise that starts kind of high pitched melts off into a weird, lower noise. that felt really good?! just a sudden prick of heat that dove down through his stomach into his thighs. ]
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He does pause before he goes in again, though. Just to make sure that it was a good noise, beyond the dog-like yelp. (Sawamura-senpai sure makes a lot of dog noises, he often realizes, but none moreso than when he's surprised.)
When there's no protest, he goes in again, and this time he doesn't stop or pull away. He's not licking into him yet, just laving softly with his tongue, getting him wet first. ]
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it's kind of a weird feeling, if only because he is at least a little aware of what's happening, but it's definitely not a bad one. apparently that's a pretty sensitive spot, and the wet, insistent pressure of his tongue is unraveling his spine bit by bit, making him rock his hips backwards into him to try and get a little more out of it. every single nerve ending he has feels like it's tingling with each lick, and he moans again, a shuddery noise as his back bows inward and he mushes his cheek in the pillow.
at least the way they're set up means he can hide how red his ears are. ]
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Deciding that, since he's rocking back anyways, he spreads him open a little more and actually licks into him, pressing the tip of his tongue past tight muscle with a low noise in the back of his throat. This isn't something that he normally does, even if he enjoys it, but for Eijun he's not going to pass up the opportunity to make him feel good like this. Especially when he moans like that, muffled as it is where he's pressed into a pillow.
His hands keep him open for him, but he lowers them some, worn palms and calloused fingers giving him an encouraging squeeze on either side. If he wants to move back into his face, he's not going to stop him. Not right now. ]
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it's a lot, koushuu's hand drifting downwards just adding to that. eijun's nothing if not reactive, either, and he definitely gives koushuu plenty to work with--when he pushes past, eijun gasps and moans, deep in his chest. his fingers curl tight into the sheets, and he jerks his hips back right into koushuu's mouth, almost begging for more from him. please. ]
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But for as much as it's a tease, it's a brief one. He immediately presses into him again, easing into him, getting him wet and open. A little further and he'll be as far as he can go with his tongue, but he's fine with that. He just fucks him, slow and shallow, taking his time on taking him apart. They've got all the time in the world, as far as Koushuu is concerned, and by the time he's done with Eijun...
Well. He'll be happy to put him back together after all this is said and done. ]
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he likes things obvious, so he says things obvious. he's not shy to let koushuu know that he's enjoying himself in any situation, and this is no different. sawamura sighs, his fists curled tight into the sheets underneath him as he rocks back into his face when he presses back in, a whine coming out of his throat.
it's this good, melty heat that starts at his toes and drips across his whole body, makes him feel a little like he's floating, and he gets into a rhythm with his hips, rocking back and forth, back and forth, burying his forehead in the covers underneath and panting, whining, broken off "ah" and "oh" and, after an especially good part, "okumura". ]