[ mei is entirely aware he has a great place, thank you very much. he picked out his apartment for the exact reason that miyuki thinks he did--he likes to peruse his kingdom like a bond villain. mei is well aware he's the king of west tokyo, after all of his hard work and blood sweat and tears in the pros. he could have retired off of that money alone by the time he gracefully (?) bowed out of the league, but mei chose to move into creating an empire, and here he is now.
it's not bad. he likes working with people, likes branding his image (still frequently stars in commercials and gives color commentary for baseball games, somewhat of a legend), though it's not quite the mound. it's a kingdom all the same, though, and he loves it.
and what would a kingdom be without the right people in it? without a right hand he trusts infinitely: that would be miyuki kazuya, his on again off again boyfriend, from their middle school days as rivals to eventual professional teammates to this, two different careers. the "off again" phase has more or less evaporated, now, and mei fully expects that he was right and he will be spending the rest of his life with kazuya, doomed to be annoyed by him forever.
...not that he really minds.
especially in the current moment. they'd gone to a party and gotten just a little too riled, a major celebratory event for mei's company that had left them staring at each other all night long. mei's been hot off the victory of it, warm with adrenaline and too many feelings for kazuya's hand drifting across his hip at the end of the night, and so they'd more or less pounced on each other the second they got through the penthouse doors.
mei's unaware of any evil thoughts kazuya might be having. he's got his hands fisted in the front of his shirt, and he takes the second kazuya takes off to breathe to pull away and bury his face in his neck, immediately leaving a bruising, claiming bite against his neck. too slow. ]
[ God, he's going to go into the restaurant tomorrow and Kuramochi is going to want to throw him right back out again. All he's going to do is laugh, because this is his life now, with Mei, in this ridiculously expensive apartment. The throne of the empire that Mei's built, and effectively Kazuya's second home. They spend a lot of time back and forth between their places, but more often than not he winds up here, and it's no further from the restaurant that he started up when he retired than his own home, a weird diamond set up with his restaurant, Mei's company, and their two places. Which makes things like this easier.
Here they are, actual full grown men, going to company parties and ritzy get-togethers because of their connections, both from their time in the pros and from their current careers. And here they are, after the parties and everything, ripping at one anothers' clothes and high off each other. It's been years and Kazuya is still into Mei, into his brain and his face and his body, the power and ego, for as frustrated as he can still get with him. At least the "off again" is mostly over, except when they explode in the worst of ways.
It's the best of ways, tonight.
He hisses softly when he feels the bite, but it's in approval, considering he fists his hand in the back of his shirt and hauls him closer, laughing throatily. With the way he tugs and pulls, he settles into the nestle of Mei's thighs, rolling his hips forward into his to make sure he knows exactly how into this he is. But, at the same time - ]
I have an idea. [ Not like he's going to tell Mei the details. Better show than tell, in this situation. ]
[ yeah, mei is no idiot. he's well aware that "i have an idea" is usually going to end up in something ridiculous...but also something amazing. after all, he is miyuki kazuya, widely regarded as a genius catcher, and mei can say from experience that his genius doesn't just apply on the baseball field. he's talented in many ways, from the kitchen to the diamond to the bedroom: his intelligence is one of mei's favorite qualities about him.
well, that and the little noises he makes when mei bites him like that. that's especially a favorite. mei likes unraveling kazuya when he gets the chance, likes to be on top as much as he does on bottom, and he's idly considering the merits standing up, of scooping him up using his own pitcher honed muscles, and carrying him off to the bedroom (maybe seeing how bendy his catcher still is after all these years) when kazuya suggests his idea.
he's midway to reaching around to grabbing his butt, too, so he goes right ahead and does that, kneading his hands a little and placing another bite next to the one before it. mei hums, into his skin: ] That's dangerous. [ but that's not a no. ]
[ Head tilting further to let Mei leave his marks, Kazuya hums softly, rolling his hips back into his touch before forward into his. As much as it pains him, he slides his hands away from Mei's ass and to the backs of his thighs, hefting up him and off the table so that they can relocate. At least they don't have far to go, for what he has in mind. ]
Glad you agree. [ As if that's a compliment.
But he holds him close, almost possessive with it, which is in complete contrast to what he has in mind, no matter how high up they are from prying eyes. He takes in the view as he gets closer, looking out on the city almost thoughtfully. This really might as well be Mei's kingdom.
But he sets Mei down on his feet, careful rather than dropping him. And without explanation, he turns him around, pressing his chest to his back and crowding him up against the glass so that he can look out, too. ]
Would you look at that? [ Kazuya purrs against his ear, fitting his hands around Mei's hips as he does, squeezing, claiming again. ] It's like we're on top of the world. There's barely anyone that could see us up here, but I wonder... [ He slides one hand around as he trails off, palming Mei. ]
mei's eyes absolutely light up as kazuya speaks in his ear like that. it sends a burst of heat down to his stomach too, much like they're just teenagers again, fooling around in the locker room--mei will never admit to it, but he'd fantasized about that for a solid year of his high school career before it actually happened. it's the danger of it, the idea of everyone seeing him--
yeah. yeah, he's really into that.
he smirks, expression hungry in the bare reflection of the mirror, and mei leans backwards and hooks his left arm around kazuya's shoulders so he can get his palm up into his hair, fingers threading into the thick strands as he arches back into him with the hand on his crotch, hips rolling back and then forward, utterly purposefully. ] How dirty.
[ mei hums, like he's the innocent party, and pushes back against him to get even closer, feel the heat of his body as he talks right back, totally capable of holding his own. ] Wonder what. Are you going to fuck me right here where everyone could see? Or should we switch. ♥ Kazuya's awfully nasty~
[ In that thin reflection, Kazuya can see a lot. The corners of his mouth curl up even further, delighted and devilish, and he can't help but laugh when Mei says it's dirty, that he's dirty. But it's all fine, because it's true, and perfect for its nastiness. Just like when they first - well, did anything in the lockerroom, and when they first did anything in Mei's office when he got the ritzy corner space of the company. The first time Miyuki blew him at the restaurant.
There's never a boring moment in their relationship. He loves it.
But he opens his mouth, now, breathing softly against the shell of his ear as he chuckles. And then he traces his tongue along the same spot, before nipping softly with his teeth, giving his dick a gentle squeeze when he rocks back into him again. ]
I was wondering if any of the other penthouses could see us here. Any of the higher floors, really. Your kingdom's subjects, watching you, watching you come apart.
That would require you being able to make me. [ mei replies loftily, as always on his high horse until someone knocks him off. it's hard to maintain that when kazuya's touching him in his most sensitive areas, when his breath his hot on his ear when he talks, the nip of his teeth utterly present in a little sensitive spot, but mei will be damned if he gives himself over that easily.
besides, he can call kazuya nasty all he wants. mei is just as bad, if not worse.
it's so clearly a challenge it's not even funny. mei rolls his head to look at him properly, his eyes deep and dark blue as he rolls his hips backwards into him, shameless as he feels the grind of kazuya hard against him. he takes his time, nice and slow to return the favor, and gives another little tug of kazuya's hair, because it's the perfect place for his hands to be. ] Think you can do that?
[ yeah, the arguing may have died down as they got older, but the sexual tension? It just got worse. ]
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it's not bad. he likes working with people, likes branding his image (still frequently stars in commercials and gives color commentary for baseball games, somewhat of a legend), though it's not quite the mound. it's a kingdom all the same, though, and he loves it.
and what would a kingdom be without the right people in it? without a right hand he trusts infinitely: that would be miyuki kazuya, his on again off again boyfriend, from their middle school days as rivals to eventual professional teammates to this, two different careers. the "off again" phase has more or less evaporated, now, and mei fully expects that he was right and he will be spending the rest of his life with kazuya, doomed to be annoyed by him forever.
...not that he really minds.
especially in the current moment. they'd gone to a party and gotten just a little too riled, a major celebratory event for mei's company that had left them staring at each other all night long. mei's been hot off the victory of it, warm with adrenaline and too many feelings for kazuya's hand drifting across his hip at the end of the night, and so they'd more or less pounced on each other the second they got through the penthouse doors.
mei's unaware of any evil thoughts kazuya might be having. he's got his hands fisted in the front of his shirt, and he takes the second kazuya takes off to breathe to pull away and bury his face in his neck, immediately leaving a bruising, claiming bite against his neck. too slow. ]
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Here they are, actual full grown men, going to company parties and ritzy get-togethers because of their connections, both from their time in the pros and from their current careers. And here they are, after the parties and everything, ripping at one anothers' clothes and high off each other. It's been years and Kazuya is still into Mei, into his brain and his face and his body, the power and ego, for as frustrated as he can still get with him. At least the "off again" is mostly over, except when they explode in the worst of ways.
It's the best of ways, tonight.
He hisses softly when he feels the bite, but it's in approval, considering he fists his hand in the back of his shirt and hauls him closer, laughing throatily. With the way he tugs and pulls, he settles into the nestle of Mei's thighs, rolling his hips forward into his to make sure he knows exactly how into this he is. But, at the same time - ]
I have an idea. [ Not like he's going to tell Mei the details. Better show than tell, in this situation. ]
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well, that and the little noises he makes when mei bites him like that. that's especially a favorite. mei likes unraveling kazuya when he gets the chance, likes to be on top as much as he does on bottom, and he's idly considering the merits standing up, of scooping him up using his own pitcher honed muscles, and carrying him off to the bedroom (maybe seeing how bendy his catcher still is after all these years) when kazuya suggests his idea.
he's midway to reaching around to grabbing his butt, too, so he goes right ahead and does that, kneading his hands a little and placing another bite next to the one before it. mei hums, into his skin: ] That's dangerous. [ but that's not a no. ]
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Glad you agree. [ As if that's a compliment.
But he holds him close, almost possessive with it, which is in complete contrast to what he has in mind, no matter how high up they are from prying eyes. He takes in the view as he gets closer, looking out on the city almost thoughtfully. This really might as well be Mei's kingdom.
But he sets Mei down on his feet, careful rather than dropping him. And without explanation, he turns him around, pressing his chest to his back and crowding him up against the glass so that he can look out, too. ]
Would you look at that? [ Kazuya purrs against his ear, fitting his hands around Mei's hips as he does, squeezing, claiming again. ] It's like we're on top of the world. There's barely anyone that could see us up here, but I wonder... [ He slides one hand around as he trails off, palming Mei. ]
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mei's eyes absolutely light up as kazuya speaks in his ear like that. it sends a burst of heat down to his stomach too, much like they're just teenagers again, fooling around in the locker room--mei will never admit to it, but he'd fantasized about that for a solid year of his high school career before it actually happened. it's the danger of it, the idea of everyone seeing him--
yeah. yeah, he's really into that.
he smirks, expression hungry in the bare reflection of the mirror, and mei leans backwards and hooks his left arm around kazuya's shoulders so he can get his palm up into his hair, fingers threading into the thick strands as he arches back into him with the hand on his crotch, hips rolling back and then forward, utterly purposefully. ] How dirty.
[ mei hums, like he's the innocent party, and pushes back against him to get even closer, feel the heat of his body as he talks right back, totally capable of holding his own. ] Wonder what. Are you going to fuck me right here where everyone could see? Or should we switch. ♥ Kazuya's awfully nasty~
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There's never a boring moment in their relationship. He loves it.
But he opens his mouth, now, breathing softly against the shell of his ear as he chuckles. And then he traces his tongue along the same spot, before nipping softly with his teeth, giving his dick a gentle squeeze when he rocks back into him again. ]
I was wondering if any of the other penthouses could see us here. Any of the higher floors, really. Your kingdom's subjects, watching you, watching you come apart.
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besides, he can call kazuya nasty all he wants. mei is just as bad, if not worse.
it's so clearly a challenge it's not even funny. mei rolls his head to look at him properly, his eyes deep and dark blue as he rolls his hips backwards into him, shameless as he feels the grind of kazuya hard against him. he takes his time, nice and slow to return the favor, and gives another little tug of kazuya's hair, because it's the perfect place for his hands to be. ] Think you can do that?
[ yeah, the arguing may have died down as they got older, but the sexual tension? It just got worse. ]