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"You look like you're out for a good time tonight," Isashiki commented from where he lay on the couch with his head in Yuuki's lap.
The couple were supposed to be going out on a date that night, part of the reason for his getting dressed up with the intention of getting laid was to give them privacy when they returned, but it seemed that maybe they'd decided they couldn't be bothered with the going-out part. Which, yes, Chris understood quite well actually. But still, for him, necessity drove.
"That's the plan," Chris allowed, and leaned over to check his reflection in the mirror by the doorway. No stray toothpaste stains on his face or unsightly patches of facial hair he'd missed shaving. He'd do.
"Are you still stressed about what that kid from Tetsu's team said to you?"
Probably. That, and exams, and how time was ticking down for him and he didn't feel like he'd done enough yet to establish himself as a good target in the draft next year. "It's nothing that a decent sexual encounter won't solve," he assured and Isashiki howled in laughter at him.
"A decent sexual encounter? You're adorable, man. I hope you have a good night and find someone to give you the decent sexual encountering you crave." Isashiki had his phone in his hand as Chris glanced back at him with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Thanks," was the only reply he could make, however.
~
"Who are you messaging?" Yuuki asked curiously.
"Who else? Sawamura would die if he found out his beloved crush had been cruising to get a good dicking, and he'd missed the boat. At least he deserves the chance to find out whether Chris would entertain him or not." Isashiki finished his short and to-the-point message and sent it off, considering his good deed for the day done.
"Do you think he would?" Yuuki asked, palm warm and possessive where it lay over Isashiki's heart.
Isashiki considered that for a few moments, "Genuinely I dunno; it's not like Chris is ever very open about what's going on in his head, but he definitely has a soft spot for the kid. Whether that would translate into letting Sawamura get into his bloomers I wouldn't like to stick my neck out on." He glanced up at Yuuki, "we'll definitely find out if Chris lets him smash though, there's literally no way Sawamura would be able to hide it if he does."
"He is…exuberant."
"He has all the subtlety of a mildly surprised goose. Now, seeing as my roommate has done the honourable thing and given us the run of the place for the night…"
~
Eijun had never speed-run getting ready for a night out so fast in his entire life, and he had Jun-senpai's message to thank for the boost of adrenaline-fuelled activity.
Which was why it hopefully wasn't much later than Chris arrived that Eijun found himself in the common room of Kusunoki's dorm building which was currently bustling with bodies. Kusunoki was one of those guys that seemed to know everyone, or know someone who knew them, and his parties were always popular.
As far as Eijun knew, Chris wasn't particularly a party boy, only turning up sometimes when the fancy took him. And according to Jun-senpai, the fancy had taken him that evening. He intended to get laid and Kusunoki's parties were some of the best around for meeting people. If someone wanted to hook up there'd be plenty of other interested people to try and catch the attention of.
Which meant Eijun needed to be there before anyone else got the prize, because Chris was a catch; handsome, incredibly smart, a skilled baseballer who was definitely going places and a guy who gave a lot of his time to others who needed it, even if he didn't personally gain from it…
He was interested in hooking up; it wasn't even a big secret or anything that he was crazy about Chris-senpai. To everyone else but Chris it seemed…
And maybe Chris didn't want him in that way, but he was going to give himself the chance to find out for sure.
As he took in the chaos he found Chris talking with Kusunoki and a group of a few others by the windows. He looked relaxed, and like he was happy enough chatting for the moment; there were no intense, flirting stares being exchanged with any potential partners for the evening that Eijun could see as he watched the group for a few minutes, so he grabbed a soda, and headed over.
Several other familiar faces from the baseball team were in attendance, and he found himself interrupted a handful of times as he tried to make his way across the room. Sometimes there was a lot to be said for not being friendly and approachable, he thought, but rolled with it because things didn't seem urgent at the moment and he genuinely did enjoy the social aspect of parties, until he finally made it to Chris's side.
"Hi Senpais. Wow, it's busy here tonight, I'm pretty sure I've seen most of the team around and I've only been here a little while." He managed to make some pretty normal conversation while his brain was preoccupied with trying not to stare too obviously at Chris in something other than sportswear. Especially the choice of not-sportswear, with his dark jeans that clung to his ass illegally well, and the soft-looking jumper with a sinfully slashed neckline that showed off more shoulder and collarbone than was safe for his concentration and sanity.
Oh the marks he could leave…
"Hi Sawamura, Jun said you'd be coming. Yeah it's been a big turnout tonight. Everyone must be looking to let off a little steam, maybe," Kusunoki observed and it jerked his attention back to the matter at hand; earning the right to bite.
"Jun didn't say anything to me about you coming along," Chris noted with raised eyebrow.
"I mean unless you asked him, or it came up naturally in conversation, he probably didn't think to, right?"
"Fair, I didn't ask. Maybe he was too busy planning his night with Tetsu to even think it, which has subsequently gone to pot because neither of them looked as if they were likely to move from the couch."
Kusunoki laughed, and nudged Chris's shoulder with his fist. "They'll be moving. I can guarantee you they were just waiting for the door to hit your ass on the way out to jump each other's bones." Kusunoki winked at Eijun. "Which I suppose leaves you in need of a bed for the night," he grinned and excused himself, which left them alone together and Chris frowning in consternation at Kusunoki's back.
He cleared his throat, and turned to Eijun, "well, Sawamura, I hope Kusunoki-san's jokes didn't-"
And Eijun was the first to admit he generally might not be considered one of the smartest guys around, but he absolutely wasn't stupid enough to miss the chance his senpais had made for him; who was he if he didn't grasp his chances with both hands?
"You can share mine," he interrupted, and Chris trailed off into silence.
That wasn't quite the way he'd imagined shooting his shot, or the response he'd hoped for…
"Well, that's very kind of you, but that wasn't quite what Kusunoki meant."
"I know what he meant, Chris-senpai, it's the reason I'm offering. I'm not doing it to be kind, I'm being selfish. Although, in fairness, even if you did want to just sleep over I wouldn't say no," he added after a brief consideration.
"I…see. I'm–uh–I thought you had a girlfriend?"
"A girlfriend?" The idea hit him out of left field, and he frowned in confusion.
"I'm going to assume from your reaction that the teasing about you having a girl from back home is greatly exaggerated."
"No, I don't have a girlfriend. They must mean Wakana-chan, some of the guys love to tease me about her but she's a friend, and she's in a relationship with one of our other friends from Akagi."
"I see."
Did he? Eijun wondered.
Eijun's eyes drifted down to snag on Chris's collarbone again as the neckline of his top slipped a little more as he slid a hand into the pocket of his pants, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
There was an obvious flush of colour that escaped outwards from the shadowed hollow of his throat, and Eijun wanted nothing more than to map it's journey with his mouth. Maybe his teeth too…
He pulled in a subtle, steadying breath, "so, I'm available." Willing. Eager. "If you wanted to, Senpai." Please want to.
"I…" Chris glanced away for a few moments, before returning his gaze. "Don't you think it might make things awkward on the team?"
"No. How I feel about you hasn't changed, or isn't going to change so it's no different for me. I guess it depends whether it changes things for you, now you know."
He tried not to look like a kicked puppy, not wanting to manipulate Chris's potentially better nature. At the end of the day, yes he really did like Chris, and yes he wanted Chris to feel the same way about him, but if he didn't, he still wanted Chris to like him enough to be on good terms as teammates. It wasn't what he was ultimately hoping for, but it would be enough if it needed to be. Having Chris in his life mattered more than the why.
"I guess it does. Depend, that is." Chris corrected himself, glancing around the room again for a few seconds.
He looked back a final time, with an awkward smile. He could feel his heart sinking even as Chris opened his mouth to begin… "I'm not entirely convinced it's a smart idea," Chris said, before stepping in closer, "but I'm willing to go with it." And suddenly his heart was pounding in his throat again. "Maybe I'm misunderstanding, but seeing as everyone seems to have been trying to throw us together, I get the impression you might want more than that from me," Chris tilted his head, and at Eijun's eager nod a gentle smile tugged at his lips. "Would it be selfish of me to ask that we leave any discussions about 'more' for later? When my brain stops thinking of you as 'taken'? If you'll allow me that, then I'll go home with you, Sawamura."
~
He was more than happy to leave discussions about anything more to one side for another time – as long as they at least did have them eventually – so it wasn't too much later that they left Kusunoki's dorm party to head back to the apartment he shared with the Kominatos, who were across the country for a family wedding until after the weekend.
Thankfully he was in the habit of keeping his room relatively neat and tidy, because he'd dashed out in such a rush there had been no time to clean up, and he knew anecdotally Chris was a bit of a neat freak from hearing Isashiki talk about his roommate, so it was with only the normal amount of nerves that he lead Chris there.
He wanted to pin him against the door the moment it snapped shut, and not waste another moment – he'd waited long enough for the chance to defile his beloved Senpai, in his opinion – but there was that ingrained line of respect that crossing was hard to ignore.
"Senpai-"
"No." Eijun jumped at the firmness of Chris's denial, surprised and confused, until Chris continued in explanation. "You absolutely can't call me Senpai if you're about to put your dick in me."
Of course out of everyone Eijun had ever known, he would have staked money on Chris being the least likely to have a senpai kink, but an anti-senpai kink? A senpai turnoff?
Eijun pouted, but accepted the restriction; who cared what he called Chris if he was going to get to do delicious things with him? "In fairness I was just about to ask if it would be OK if I was…umm…a little disrespectful with you, sen-…Chris?"
"It depends what you mean by disrespectful…" his brows rose in enquiry.
"I mean like getting my hands on you, maybe my mouth too, as opposed to insulting your fashion sense or taste in movies." His words made Chris pause, and let out a little huff of amusement that was his equivalent of a laugh, which made Eijun in turn grin at him.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't disrespect me then, Sawamura."
"Eijun." If he wasn't allowed to use senpai, the least Chris could do was use his given name.
"Eijun," Chris allowed.
He liked the sound of his name said in Chris's gentle, even tones, and Eijun wondered, as he caught his gaze and held it, whether he could coax it from Chris's mouth more, and what it would take to make it louder. Needy. Raw.
The idea of Chris gasping out his name, breath hot in his ear as the sounds rasped from his tongue sent a heated pulse of anticipation through his body, that settled in the pit of his stomach.
That would probably finish him off. It didn't always follow of course, but he got the impression Chris was going to be one of those guys who wasn't very vocal in bed. A true shame.
Still, all this speculation was just distracting him from the main event; much better to experience it, to get to kiss, and hold, to press against him, to map his body, mark it, bring him pleasure…than continue to daydream about it when he had the real thing within easy reach…
"Then excuse me, Chris-senpai, but I'm about to be a little disrespectful," he said, curling a hand around Chris's nape to steady them both as he leaned in and kissed him.
Kissing Chris still seemed like a fantasy to him, even at the first tentative pressure of their lips touching, and while he might have preferred to take his time and build the heat slowly, to treat it like a magical first kiss in a romance novel, that wasn't what Chris was expecting, or in the demands his mouth made as he coaxed Eijun to meet them.
And Eijun was more than happy to match them with eagerness, trying to disguise the nervous tremor in the fingers that slid into Chris's hair, because, while he wasn't so inexperienced that sex daunted him, the stakes when it came to sex with Chris were too high for him to not feel the pressure of making it good.
He didn't realise how that translated into a tenseness that telegraphed itself loudly and clearly to his partner, who broke the kiss with a regretful nip to Eijun's lower lip to observe him with a questioning look. "Is everything alright?"
Everything was more than alright; except that if he messed this up by being too nervous to deliver he was going to regret it for the rest of his life.
"How can I be anything else…" he leaned in to lay a row of punctuating kisses along Chris's freshly-shaved jawline between his words, "…when I'm here with you? I just want to make you feel good, and I don't want to mess that up." He needed to prove he was worth the chance Chris was giving him.
"I see," Chris accommodatingly tilted his head back to give Eijun access to his throat, as his hands fisted in the hemline of Eijun's t-shirt, "but like a battery, sex is a partnership. It's on both of us to make it something we both enjoy. Don't be so tense, just go with the flow, and do what feels g- Ouch!" The sound was a little yelp in response to the sharp bite which Eijun now soothed with his tongue that he'd been tempted into leaving on Chris's semi-exposed clavicle. "Not that good. Your teeth are so sharp."
"Sorry," but he wasn't that sorry, certainly not that he'd done it, only that he'd bitten quite so hard so suddenly; there were banked flames in Chris's eyes that hadn't been there before, and for some reason it eased Eijun's anxiety and he became…not calm, because how could anyone be calm being about to have sex with their crush for the first time?…maybe collected, or focussed, was a better way to describe it.
"I should have guessed you'd be a gnawer. Just try not to leave marks where I won't be able to cover them up," Chris complained, clicking his tongue as Eijun bared his teeth in another smile that had Chris eye him up cautiously as Eijun took the opportunity to back Chris over to his bed.
"I'll try," he promised, and he meant it; he'd definitely try.
He met Chris's look briefly to note him watching Eijun with that calculating look he sometimes got on the pitch – here probably assessing Eijun's new calm to reassure himself Eijun was alright and not faking. He'd tell him earnestly if he didn't want to break the atmosphere that he wasn't any good at faking anyway, which Chris should be well aware of.
To drive home his point, he stole another kiss, quick and teasing, while his touch snaked beneath Chris's top, mirroring his tongue that slipped between slick lips parted on a barely-there gasp as his hands eagerly slid over sleek muscle and heated skin. He used the motion, half stroke, half undressing, to push the hemline up, up, until he had to surrender Chris's lips to tug the garment over his head. It was a nice jumper, probably expensive going by the texture and hence too good for the floor, although he was no fashionista, so he made sure that he tossed it in the direction of the chair in the corner of his room.
Then he admired.
They'd seen each other in various states of undress plenty of times before in the team changing rooms, but it was different when he had permission to look, to explore; to find out what those defined pecs felt like against an inquisitive palm, and to watch his abs contract as long, marauding fingers ventured over their dips and curves, to hear the low gasps and watch the rippling shudder that trembled through him as his touch dipped beneath the waistband of Chris's jeans. Chris seemed surprisingly responsive to touch, so much so that, as Eijun began to tease the waistband of his pants open it was plain to see how quickly his chest rose and fell with the speed of his breathing, how flushed Chris was, and how his eyes glittered with his increasing excitement.
"Have you finished playing yet?" He knew Chris meant it to sound stern; it was the deadpan way he teased, and Eijun specifically, always sounding mildly put out, but so often followed by the pat on the back for something done well – the reverse carrot and stick – but it came out breathy, even for Chris with his naturally soft tone.
"I haven't even started," Eijun assured him, pressing a quick peck at the corner of Chris's mouth, that he chased, but Eijun was already out of reach before he'd even turned his head. There was another soft exhale of amusement, as, setting his open palm against Chris's chest, Eijun pushed him until the backs of his knees touched his mattress, and again until he cooperated by following the motion down, and scooting himself to the centre of the bed. Chris-senpai really was incredibly reliable, Eijun thought as he crawled after him with intent.
He stole another kiss, one that caught him off guard and turned intense more quickly than he'd expected, Chris holding him close this time with fingers threaded through the hair at his nape, it demanded all his focus as control switched back and forth between them.
Typical bossy catchers.
He let out an amused laugh at the thought, one that was lost between their seeking mouths. And if he was being honest he could let this happen forever, just the heated play of their lips together, the firm demand of tongues and soft encouragement of muffled breaths of air stolen in brief moments of retreat.
He could probably tip the scales back in his own favour though, he considered, and dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of Chris's underwear. At the first touch of his hand shaping Chris's dick he felt Chris's body give a light shiver that shook him from head to toe, and a low, thrumming moan vibrated in his throat. Chris's hand, the one not currently curled around Eijun's nape grasped hold of Eijun's wrist, and his hips stuttered in an awkward little movement, like his body didn't quite know whether it wanted to press against Eijun's touch, or retreat away from it.
He really was ultra sensitive…
Having Chris here with him, like this, receptive and responsive like nothing he'd known before, felt like he'd been handed the most thoughtful present ever, and set to showing how much he appreciated it, all thoughts of nervousness were a long-distant memory and Eijun was living for nothing more than the here and now of Chris's reactions to him.
He rubbed a testing thumb against one of Chris's nipples and watched in awed interest as his chest muscles contracted even as it tightened.
"You're so responsive, does it really feel that good?"
Chris covered his eyes at Eijun's question, and didn't reply, so it was left to Eijun to draw his own conclusions. For which he needed empirical evidence… He leaned over to lick the other nipple teasingly, then set a row of sucking bites down his abdomen, marking his path and listening to the way Chris's breathing repeatedly caught, how his gasps were music in his ears.
And then, when he settled back on his knees to tug Chris's pants and boxers off, how he watched through half-closed eyes, the hand that had covered them now pushing his bangs away from his face and clenching tightly in his hair, as if trying to calm himself down, or ground himself.
That would never do; the point was to push Chris beyond that and even further past the limits of his monumental self-control; as far as he ever could.
To that end Eijun set his hands on Chris's knees, and traced his hands up and over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, easing his legs open and delighting at how it made Chris's dick jump in excitement.
He paused to take stock, not able to stop his teeth sinking into his lower lip to steady himself, because although things were moving quickly, there was a part of him that would have been happy enough to take a step back now and just spend the next forever taking in how incredibly gorgeous Chris was spread open in front of him.
And conversely, as happy as he would be to put the brakes on and admire the view, there was also part of his own body that was beginning to make itself known with increasing insistence. Not only was his own dick eager to remind him of it's existence, he could see Chris didn't appreciate being left so vulnerable and exposed to his gaze.
He sighed regretfully, and leaned forward to fasten his mouth to the sensitive skin at Chris's inner thigh, enjoying the jolt that ran through the his body as he sucked a mark there; like those he'd thoughtfully applied to his chest, the inner thigh could definitely be classed as somewhere Chris would have no trouble covering it, so it should be a free pass to leave as many as he wanted. Or at least that was his justification to himself as he moved on eagerly to make a second, sinking his teeth in maybe a little harder than necessary as he felt Chris's fingers slide into his hair, a part of him expecting to be pushed away and maybe his teeth were meant to be an anchor, but it seemed Chris was just doing it to hold onto him. He still had that hand grasping a handful of his own hair as Eijun glanced back up to check on him. He really did lock himself down far too tightly and he looked about to fly apart at the seams at any moment.
"Do you need to slow down?" Eijun asked him as he raised his mouth, and Chris shook his head, letting the hand in his own hair fall away.
"I'm fine. Good. It's good."
Eijun watched him for a few more seconds, got something that was approaching a reassuring smile, then turned his attention back to soothing the red skin he'd bitten moments ago with the flat of his tongue and, as he did so his eye caught the telling glisten of lube that caught the light, giving away Chris's preparations for his quest to get laid.
Eijun squeezed his eyes closed briefly, and muttered a thanks to any cosmic being or deity who might be listening, whilst simultaneously praying he didn't come in his own pants at the very thought of Chris fingering himself open while thinking of getting fucked. Would he have stroked himself at the same time to add to the tension, then left himself hanging? Maybe he hadn't even left himself hanging, and that was why he was so super sensitive to everything Eijun was doing to him?
It was so hard not to let out a whimper at the thoughts rocketing around his head, but distraction came once again in the shape of Chris trying to take care of him.
"Are you OK?" Chris asked, ironically sounding the furthest from OK it was possible to be himself.
"I'm great." And he meant it, really meant it.
He should probably move again, and not continue to stare longingly at Chris's lubed-up and stretched hole in some weird self-edging ritual that could only end in premature ejaculation and total embarrassment. But it was a strong man who'd be able to tear his gaze away…
He closed his eyes again, drew in a steadying breath, and turned to soothe another kiss over the latest claiming mark he'd left in the sensitive skin of Chris's thigh, before pushing himself upright and emptying his pants pockets for the lube sachets and condoms he'd stuffed in there before he'd dashed out earlier that evening in pursuit of his crush.
"You came more than prepared," Chris noted, "were you that sure I was going to say yes?"
"No way. I've been sick to the stomach thinking you were going to say no, but if I didn't ask if you wanted to then there wasn't even the slightest chance of it being yes. And if I asked and you said yes and I didn't have the stuff I'd just look like some skeevy party boy who didn't care about where I was sticking my dick. I want you to know that I've never cared more about where I was going to put it in my life."
"That feels like a compliment but the weirdest kind. I'm not sure if I should take it as one or not…" Chris considered, hand gentle as he stroked his fingers through Eijun's bangs as he leaned in to claim the kiss he could see forming on Chris's lips. It was quick and light and as Eijun retreated again Chris continued to watch him intently, like he was a usually placid pet that had bitten Chris unexpectedly and now he had to be a little wary of.
"If you assume everything I say to and about you comes from the fact I'm madly in love with you as a man, and madly in respect of you as a mentor and battery partner then you won't be wrong," he assured, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and yanking it over his head. He tossed it the same direction as Chris's jeans and underwear had gone, and grinned as he saw Chris was watching him with those simmering flames of want in his gaze again. He knew he had a nice body, training for baseball kept him…well, them both…in tip-top shape, but it was still nice to see Chris's admiration. Who didn't want to be desired by their partner?
It was addictive to see that look on Chris's face turned on him. He didn't think he'd ever get bored of it, no matter how many times in the future Chris wore it, and with every fibre of his being he hoped it was often.
It was also more than enough to galvanise him into movement once more, and he swiped a pack of lube, and dropped onto his front between Chris's still-spread legs again.
"Sawamura? Eijun?" Chris's half-panicked words did nothing to distract him, as he tore open the lube, squeezed it out and tested the stretch of Chris's body by playing gently around the rim of his hole. He'd done his due diligence and it gave without any resistance, two of Eijun's long, sensitive fingers slipping inside easily as he searched out the hidden spot he'd intended to find. It was poetry as he watched as Chris tried not to squirm away from his touch. "Oh God, Eijun." He sounded like he'd been punched in the solar plexus and every trace of air had been knocked out of him. He was beautiful. He could barely hear over the sound of his own blood pounding through his veins at how incredibly perfect Chris was like this.
The dick in his eye-line drew his attention with the excited little jerk it gave, and the telling slide of precum that pearled at the tip and slid down the shaft tempted him in, and he caught it with his tongue.
The long gasp that escaped Chris's mouth as Eijun followed it's salty trail back upwards was all the encouragement he needed, and had him wrapping a fist around the base, and sealing his lips around Chris's dick. He threw his head back on a moan that Eijun was pretty sure he'd been hearing in his dreams for decades to come, followed closely by a collection of curses that tangled together into a Frankenstein's monster of Janglish and tumbled out of Chris's mouth unchecked, and if he'd needed any more incitement, (although he hadn't), that was it and he set to work in earnest.
He didn't pretend to be any kind of master at blowjobs, but he was confident enough to give it his best shot, and so, so eager to please, and owning a dick himself he had a pretty good idea what kinds of things would make a dick-owner's toes curl and eyes roll back in their sockets. And Chris was so, so responsive it was beyond a pleasure to be the one affecting him like that.
His mouth was a hot, wet seal around Chris's leaking length, and the sounds they made together were driving even himself wild. If he jerked his hips now and again to get a little friction on his own painfully hard dick then he absolutely couldn't be blamed, and there was no surprise that if Eijun was this affected by his messy, eager blowjob, there was little wonder that Chris was breathing like he'd run a race, and trying his very best not to writhe beneath Eijun, because it only made the soft roll of his fingers over Chris's prostate and the determined bob of Eijun's head that much more effective. It was, perhaps unsurprisingly considering how sensitive he'd been so far, all too soon far too much, and with a little tug at Eijun's hair Chris was very nearly begging him to stop.
Which he did with just a trace of mild disappointment, because he'd been enjoying Chris's reactions.
"Are you OK?" Eijun checked in, right hand stroking Chris's sweat-damp hair away from his temple, and watching as he tried to take hold of himself again.
Still, Chris nodded, and turned his face to press a kiss against his palm. "I'm sorry, but it was too intense and if I came then I'd be too sensitive to take you. And I want to take you. Will you do that for me, Eijun? Please?"
"I'd literally do whatever you wanted me to, but especially that." He managed to force it out past the throbbing lump in his throat that was probably his heart taking up permanent residence there in response to Chris asking for his dick, and admitting Eijun had been making him feel so good he'd been about to come whether he liked it or not.
He leaned over to steal the relieved smile from Chris's mouth, and couldn't halt his own little shudder at the touch of strong, incredibly deft fingers at the waistband of his pants.
He was pretty sure his heart rate was somewhere through the ceiling now; they were really here, they were doing this, he was going to fuck Chris-senpai, sink into that gorgeous ass and rut until they were both limp, sodden messes of post-orgasmic bliss…
His head was full of every reaction Chris returned to him, and his nose full of the citrusy floral scent of Chris's aftershave that hung deliciously in the air as it reacted with his body heat and sweat. He could taste the dark bite of whatever flavour the one beer Chris had allowed himself that evening was as their tongues slid eagerly together in their almost-lazy battle to lead their latest kiss…
And even all that wasn't enough to distract him from the teasing brush of Chris's fingers against his lower abdomen as his pants were unfastened, and, along with his underwear, pushed down his hips. When Chris's hand wrapped around his dick and stroked him experimentally the fact that he didn't spontaneously combust was a miracle. Maybe he should be studied for science at the amount of self-control he exhibited not to do just that, it was surely superhuman after all…
He wanted to rut into Chris's hand, to chase the peak he knew couldn't be too far away considering how turned on even the thought of being with Chris-senpai made him. He was caught in the awkward no-man's-land between wanting Chris to have the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to Eijun, and the knowledge that, while his self-control had been stellar so far, he also couldn't possibly have infinite amounts, and he was eager to finally sink into Chris's body and watch as he pushed him over the edge. Both of them over the edge, probably...
The latter was the most burning urge in the end, for both of them, and Chris's teasing touch retreated and instead he watched intently as Eijun reached for the foil of a condom.
"Would you be unhappy if I asked if I could ride you?" Chris asked as Eijun rolled the protection into place, and he glanced up for a second in surprise, his breath catching in his throat.
"I'd be the total opposite of unhappy," he assured Chris, reaching out and grabbing him by the nape, kneading at it soothingly.
His heart was thumping away at an unbearably excited pace in his chest as he settled back against the body-warmed bedding, hands possessive as they returned to Chris's strong thighs as he settled in place astride Eijun's hips.
Chris let out a long, low breath as he did, gaze heavy and languid as he looked down at Eijun with a surprisingly unguarded gaze, eyes full of a gentle fondness that dried out Eijun's mouth more effectively than anything he'd ever known before. He handed over the lube with a low comment about Chris doing the honours, and closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing as Chris's strong, incredibly skilled hands coated the condom, watching almost coyly from beneath lowered lids as he observed the effect he was having on Eijun.
Eijun didn't begrudge it him at all; how could he when if the situation had been reversed he'd be doing exactly the same? He had been doing the same ever since they'd come home together, after all.
It was some kind of torture, even so, to have Chris's touch around his throbbing dick as he guided his head into position, and begin to sink down onto his length with short, steady, yet determined little movements.
It had been overwhelming enough to have Chris's fingers tight around him, but to be sheathed inside his tight, slick heat was almost too much, and Chris's controlled little movements were enough to drive him crazy.
His fingers were stiff, digging white welts into the already-marked skin of Chris's thighs, grasping on to ground himself, and his hips were desperate to roll upwards and drive his dick all the way home. And still he held on with superhuman determination.
Chris seemed to be doing fine anyway, head thrown back and mouth parted on his steady, controlled breaths as he worked to seat himself fully on Eijun's dick, and it was almost worth the torture to watch the flush of heated colour highlight his cheeks, to see the glitter in his eyes as his ass finally settled on Eijun's hips.
"That feels bigger than it looks," Chris breathed with a little twitch of his hips as if trying to make it fit more comfortably, "which is really something, because you look pretty big anyway." And it was almost worth a double take, as Chris-senpai doing dirty talk? He wasn't equipped, physically or emotionally, to deal with that concept.
He might have let out some weird hybrid noise between a groan and a sputter and some secret third thing, which made Chris let out that single huff of a laugh Eijun so adored drawing from him, as he leaned over to press a long, slow, incredibly filthy kiss against Eijun's lips.
"Are you good?" Chris asked as he pulled away having braced himself over Eijun with hands in the blankets either side of his head.
"I'm so good. So beyond good," he assured, and Chris smiled gently down at him and his heart skipped a beat. Maybe seven. This was what those romance manga meant by the protagonist's heart going doki doki, wasn't it?
"Good." And if it hadn't been such a moment they might have laughed together at another 'good' but it really wasn't the time, as Chris rose up on his knees, until the flare of Eijun's head caught on his rim, and sank back down, repeating the motion in a steady, rolling rhythm.
After the wait it was too much, almost too soon, and Eijun knew he wasn't going to last long, no matter how hard he held onto Chris, or thought of other things, no matter how much he tried to calm the roiling heat burning through him, and ease the tension building low in his stomach, or stifle the shocks running up his spine.
At the end of the day, after being so in love for so long, of secretly watching and slyly yearning, after finally finding his way here, of being with Chris, there was so much bottled up that it was little wonder he was so overwhelmed.
Still, he'd hold on as long as he could, because Chris deserved it. Even if it was the hot, tight grip of Chris's ass around his dick that was contributing to driving him to the edge so quickly.
He may not have to calm himself, though, if the uneven breaths and increasingly quick and uncoordinated movements of his partner were indicative.
"Eijun." The sound of his name on Chris's tongue, the way his back bowed and his hands fisted in the blankets either side of Eijun's head, the way the power of his downward strokes increased, making sure Eijun was buried as deeply inside him as possible on every thrust, the way he keened, low and surprised, as Eijun's fist wrapped around his dick and began to jerk him in time to the sound of their bodies meeting was too much, and he came suddenly with a groan he muffled with his own hand, coating Eijun's fingers and chest as he did. The rhythmic fluttering and squeezing of his ass around Eijun's already desperate dick as Eijun planted his feet and thrust upwards in a desperate rhythm of his own tipped the chain reaction of heat through his blood, in his ears, and catapulted him over the edge with a cry of Chris's name on his lips. Even as his body trembled and shuddered through it's orgasm his eyes were filled with nothing but the heated highlight of flush on Chris's face was, the heavy languidness in his eyes as he continued to watch Eijun as his movements slowed. Eijun ran shaking hands through his own hair, before using a hand at Chris's nape again to pull him in for a long, lazy kiss as he waited out the aftershocks.
When he let Chris go the other bit his lip in apparent embarrassment, "I'm…really sorry about the mess." He reached out and fluffed Eijun's hair, and it was at that point he realised he'd used his cum-stained hand and probably had it streaked through his hair now.
The thought actually made him laugh out loud.
"Oops, I didn't think that through. I'm not sorry though." It would shower out, and his sheets would get clean in the washing machine. He raised his hands to assess them, before meeting Chris's gaze again with a smile that widened with a sudden though.
He lifted the hand to his mouth, and ran his tongue along the length of his middle finger. Those banked flames in Chris's eyes seemed to roar back to life as he watched, transfixed. "Unsurprisingly Chris-senpai's diet seems pretty good," Eijun teased, watching as his chest rose and fell on a silent breath of air and his eyes flashed surprise.
Then Eijun ran his fingers through one of the ropes left behind on his chest, and held it out for Chris, who hesitated as Eijun raised his eyebrows enquiringly at him.
At the silent challenge he dipped his head and curled his tongue around the pad of Eijun's middle finger, before sucking that and his index finger into his mouth and cleaning them up diligently.
"Will you stay over tonight? I want to be disrespectful to you again in the morning. Or vice versa. You could pin me against the shower wall." He doubted with how sensitive Chris was on basic touch that he'd be recovered enough to go again for a while. Unless he was really into overstimulation. And just imagining it, Eijun knew he definitely was. Maybe they could try it sometime. If Chris let him have a next time, of course.
"My poor shoulder and back."
At the comment Eijun's eyes dropped to the other's shoulder, and he reached out to gently trace the small scar from a past surgery there. "I believe in Senpai's ability to do anything he sets his mind to." And it wasn't just talk, he really did, and for more important things than a bit of shower sex too. But if it was also put to use to their mutual personal benefit then all the better. "You know, if I'm banned from calling Chris-senpai Senpai when I'm about to put my dick in him, does it mean the stipulation doesn't hold up when he's about to put his in me?"
"Oh my God, Sawamura, was is this senpai-obsession you have?"
"It's one very specific senpai, actually, thank you for noticing, Chris-senpai." He grinned up at Chris.
"Apparently everyone else did. This is going to be a nightmare to keep quiet."
"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think Kusunoki-senpai already dropped it into the team chat when we were on our way over here; I know you don't check your phone often, but it was quite a while ago, so there's probably not a team member who doesn't know by now."
"What?" He gave Eijun a look that wasn't exactly panicked, but certainly wasn't as serene as his normal expression.
"I mean sure, you can try and tell them it was for tutoring or playing twister or something, but in honesty they're definitely already thinking that we sneaked off to have sex, and I can't lie to save my life. They'll read me like a book. Also, look at you, the minute you take a shower after practice on Monday they're going to see my marks and know it's not a maybe."
"Is that why you left so many on me?" Chris demanded after a few minutes of stunned speechlessness.
"Of course, Chris-senpai. I'll be very happy to replace them before they fade away too."