[Even being away from... from Koushi for just a moment is quiet torture- not really for his own sake, but for Koushi's. He wants to heal the wound he's made. If staying close like this is what helps, he'll stay for as long as possible, until Koushi shoves him away.
His hands are already sliding across milky smooth skin, moving across all the areas he knows are most sensitive to touch. Even with going back, his mind full of baseball once more and his memories of Amoi gone static, he still remembers each and every spot. His body moves automatically, like he has Koushi's body memorized, like loving Koushi like this is pure intuition and instinct.]
I love you. [He manages to whisper out the same phrase he accidentally uttered weeks before, the phrase that got swept under the rug when he hit his head and started bleeding, the feelings that never got addressed until now. It feels so wonderful, being so frank like this, being able to say it so openly... It feels so wonderful, knowing it's returned.]
[ he gasps into the kiss as kazuya's hands slide up and over his skin, the callouses on the other boy's fingers tickling over each and every sensitive spot. and suga can't help but arch up into him, encouraging more of those touches, trying to open himself up so that kazuya can touch him everywhere. anywhere.
and he tries to take the moment that the kiss breaks as an opportunity to catch his breath all over again, but --
i love you.
those three little words hit him like an absolute tidal wave, making his heart surge in his chest and sending his stomach flip-flopping over onto itself. immediately, a lump swells back up in his throat all over again -- almost like he's on the verge of breaking down into tears once more, but this time out of sheer happiness.
i love you. i love you. i love you..
suga's not even entirely sure whether it's kazuya repeating the words to him -- over and over again, whispering them into his skin like a mantra -- or whether it's his own mind just replaying the blissful sound of it. love. kazuya loves him. it's amazing, it's incredible, it makes his entire body feel so full of a radiant kind of joy that he's half-afraid he might burst. he wants to cry, or laugh, or... do something that gets this feeling out, so: ] I love you too.
I love you, Kazuya. [ kissing along his skin, everywhere and anywhere that his mouth can reach. ]
[Other than anything involving baseball, Miyuki is pretty sure this is the best thing that's ever happened to him. He doesn't remember ever feeling so happy, so content. The words "I love you" haven't meant anything to him in so long, not since he was much, much smaller with only vague memories of a kind woman with thing fingers. He doesn't want to ever let this go, not now that he has it in the palm of his hand, close to his chest. Not now that he has Koushi spread out under him, open and trusting.
At the same time, he's afraid of so many things. What if he leaves again? What if he hurts Koushi? What if, what if, what if.
Luckily, hearing Koushi whisper I love you back so often- well, it's a good enough distraction. He moves from mouth to cheek, where he finds that little beauty mark he's kissed countless times before. He moves down to Koushi's jaw, presses his lips up along the sharp line of it.
All the while, he doesn't cease in telling Koushi over and over again all the things he likes about him: his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his skin, his hair, his heart, his- everything.]
[ it feels like he's drowning in the best of ways, utterly swallowed up in this tide of emotions. hearing kazuya tell him all the things about him that he loves is enough to make him dizzy -- it really drives home the fact that he loves him, that all of this is real. and it's... almost too good to be true.
the person that he's in love with loves him back. is there anything better than that?
still, suga can't resist the urge to try and get closer -- he tugs impatiently at kazuya's shirt, trying to pull it off of him. he wants to be as close as he possibly can, wants to feel skin against skin. he wants to touch him, wants to memorize each and every inch of him until the details are burned into his heart. maybe the saying about wanting to be one with someone is cliche, but... it's how he feels. he wants to be so close to kazuya that there isn't any room for even the smallest breath of space between them, wants to be so tangled up in him that he gets lost. ]
[As much as he hates being away from Koushi, he decides it's worth the sacrifice. He sits up properly for a moment, tossing off his light catcher's gear, and--
--shit, this is actually hard to do on his own. A bit flustered, he turns his back to Koushi, grumbles:] Mind helping me with these straps?
[Leave it to Miyuki Kazuya to ruin the entire mood. But there's also some thrill in having Koushi undress him, too. He's already anticipating the other's soft touch, maybe kisses up his neck or something. And once Koushi's little present is all unwrapped, they can finally press their skin together.]
[ he blinks a little, a bit taken out of the moment by the question, but --
honestly, he can't help but laugh. there he is, this is the guy that he loves.
so he pushes himself up into a sitting position and trails his fingertips playfully down the other boy's back, leaning forward to press a gentle open-mouthed kiss to the nape of his neck. ] You know, it was a lot easier to get you out of that volleyball uniform last time.
Not that you don't look good in this, too.
[ it's pretty easy to gently pluck the straps loose, meaning that he doesn't have to focus all his attention on his hands. instead, he can kiss and nuzzle at miyuki's neck to his heart's content, breathing in the sweet and familiar scent of his skin. and once he's got the straps loose, he can push them away, sliding his fingers up miyuki's back and splaying his hands there. he's warm and alive and real, and it still gives suga a secret thrill of joy just to be able to touch him again. it's been so long... ]
Yeah? Don't you think it all just looks better off?
[Feeling a little better at having ruined the mood, Miyuki turns again to wrap around Koushi, to kiss him, to push him back on the mattress where it's easiest to get to all of Koushi. And when he hikes himself up again, he brings a knee up between Koushi's legs, pressing right up against him. And it feels so damn good knowing Koushi's just as hard as he is.
He quickly sheds the last of everything: his shirt, his uniform pants, his helmet, his brace- and takes a moment to just. Look at Koushi.]
How the hell did I get so lucky.
[Cause, damn, Koushi is way out of his league and a way better man than Miyuki deserves. But he leans down- steals another kiss.]
Well, I never said having it off wasn't my favorite...
[ and he's giggling even as miyuki turns around to sweep him up into his arms all over again, tumbling back down onto the mattress with him in a happy tangle of limbs. it's hard not to smile when everything inside of him is bubbling up with a wild and bright sort of joy; there's a part of him that definitely understands the old cliche about being so in love that you want to shout it from the rooftops.
... then again, shouting from the rooftops would mean having to get out of bed, and it's pretty damn hard to do that when kazuya is kissing him breathless and rubbing a knee right up between his legs. instead, he can't help but moan and rock his hips forward clumsily into miyuki's thigh, seeking that friction all over again. ]
... I'd tell you, but... [ he's flushed pink, more than a little breathless, but still managing a smile. ] You'd probably fuss at me.
Mm, you're right- I already want to change the subject to something better. Like you-
[Normally, he'd want to jump right into the fun part, to whatever new kink he'd read about that he wanted to try. Normally, he'd get straight to wrapping his mouth around Koushi, make him sing. But even as his body burns with desire, he still takes his time. He still chases after every mole, makes sure he doesn't leave a patch of skin go unkissed. He takes his time working on Koushi, getting him hard.
For the first time, it really feels like they have forever.
He lifts Koushi up on the bed higher until he's facing Koushi's chest. He licks, he sucks- he works Suga here for a bit instead.]
it's new to have miyuki lingering over him like this, kissing every inch of his skin like he's trying to make sure there's not the slightest bit of him that goes untouched. it's not like he's ever felt unappreciated when he's in bed with kazuya, but... this is different. this feels almost like worship, gentle and reverent, and it makes suga's heart flutter and swell all over again. it's almost like kazuya is doing his absolute best to put that love into action, and...
... wow.
he reaches down and strokes his fingers adoringly through miyuki's thick mess of dark brown hair, watching him with warm eyes. ] Maybe I should tell you -- nnh -- anyway.
About how sweet you are, about how you made me fall for you.
[Because if that's the case, then Miyuki will just have to do his best to interrupt Koushi entirely. It's not that he doesn't believe Koushi... he just can't really handle hearing good things about himself, honestly. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say. How's he supposed to react to that kinda thing? When he's never been complimented quite that way in his life?
So, let's see how well Koushi can talk while Miyuki's mouthing at his nipple, tongue swiping flat and wet across each one.]
[ not that he sounds really put off, because it's pretty hard to be indignant when someone is doing that to you. every little kiss and lick and suck to his nipples makes suga squirm on the sheets, cheeks flushing even darker and breath hitching in his chest.
... and yeah, it's pretty hard to concentrate on anything when he's got this to contend with. ]
[Instead of responding, just just drags his teeth gently over Koushi's nipple, rolling the other under his thumb. He really, really isn't the type to extend foreplay like this... but it's actually kind of fun. It's a different way of making Koushi come undone under his fingertips, and he wonders if he can get Koushi begging for him. He can feel the other's hardness pressed up against his stomach. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't dying to get his mouth around that as soon as possible.
For now, he'll just roll his torso down against Koushi to create that littlest bit of friction. He'll hum against Koushi's chest, mischievous.]
[ he sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of miyuki's teeth dragging over his nipple, his next exhale escaping him as a little whine as he squirms all over again. it's true that he's not used to kazuya dragging things out like this, but that makes it... more exciting? it's new, for sure, and the thrill of it just makes the physical sensations feel that much better.
... but he's also been spoiled on pretty direct attention, which is why he can't help but rock his hips up against miyuki's stomach with another impatient sound. ] Y-You like teasing me, you mean...
[ sliding his hands down the broad plane of the other boy's back, until he's able to get two firm handfuls of that (pretty delectable) catcher's ass and squeeze. ] Kazuya...
[ tone warm and honeyed, spreading his legs in an attempt to tempt (and tease). ] Don't you want to make love to me?
[Hey, technically, they have all fucking night for Miyuki to fully explore Koushi's body. He has no idea how their stamina will handle it, but they're both athletes. Surely they can go for at least a few more rounds before passing out, right?
He reaches over to the familiar nightstand, pulling out their well-used bottle of lube. He settles back between Koushi's legs, slicking his fingers and pressing a finger into him.]
[ there's a part of him that's not expecting miyuki to give in so quickly -- so it's a pleasant surprise when he does, and suga's more than happy to spread his legs a little wider to let the other boy settle in between them. after all, just a few hours ago, he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd never get to experience this again, and now...
well. he intends to enjoy it, enjoy miyuki, as much as he can.
the feeling of that finger sliding into him, firm and slick, is enough to make him gasp, head falling back against the pillow. it's not even much of a stretch, but his entire body is thrumming with excitement, and every little touch and stroke feels like it's bound to drive him wild. so he rocks his hips down against miyuki's hand with an impatient little buck, fingers tangling in the sheets below him. ] H-How am I a tease?
Look at you-you look so good, spread out like this, opening yourself up for me.
[God, those little movements really make it hard to be patient. He wants to give Koushi everything he's asking for without hesitation. But he also wants this to go-- well. Right. Like Koushi said, this is technically their first time, uh.
Uh.
makinglove.
Just the thought makes him feel warm, he can't even really dwell on it for long. While it might have been a while for Koushi, it's only been a handful of minutes for Miyuki. He remembers just where to curl his fingers to make Koushi sing.]
[ suga's breath catches at those words of praise, feeling his stomach twist with want. it's a little embarrassing to have miyuki looking at him at a moment like this, and even more so to hear him comment about it, but... he likes it, too, embarrassment and all. it makes his blood warm up pleasantly in his veins, his pulse skip a little beat in his chest.
but that's nothing compared to how it feels when miyuki crooks his fingers up inside him, pressing up against that little spot that makes fireworks go off inside suga's skull. he can't help but arch and cry out, fingers fisting into the sheets underneath him as that pleasure goes up his spine like a bolt of lightning. ] Nnh...! Kazuya!
P-Please, I... [ with a little whine, reaching up for him greedily. ] I want you too, I n-need...
[But he really, really wants to take his time here. So despite how much he wants to slide in home and reconnect with Koushi- he continues to prep him, to get him warmed up and loose around his fingers.]
Did you miss me down here? How long has it been since I've been here?
and even though suga should be pretty familiar with some of the lines miyuki comes up with, the other boy still has a gift for catching him off-guard. so he can't help a surprised little splutter, even though it quickly gets cut off by another gasp as miyuki twists his fingers inside him and spreads him open. the stretch is enough to make him whine, squirming on the sheets as another wave of heat rolls through his body, and --
... he can critique miyuki's sex-talk later. it's too hard to think of anything else but how badly he wants miyuki inside of him. ]
Kazuya, Kazuya... [ wrapping his arms around miyuki's broad shoulders, pulling him down enough for a kiss. it's heated and hungry, almost like he's trying to pour his need into him with that gesture alone. but he's too breathless to let it linger; he has to break it off and arch his hips up for him, almost like he's trying to offer himself up. ] I missed you so much.
Make it up to me, make sure I remember exactly how you f-feel when you're inside me. Please.
He pulls his fingers out, slicks his cock and presses against Koushi eagerly. How can he keep teasing the other when he's saying his name like that? He can't, that's how. So he slides in- and snaps his hips until he sinks home. He's groaning, gripping Koushi's legs, hardly able to believe that someone could be this tight after all that prepwork.
He opens his eyes, though, because he doesn't want to miss out on the other's expression.]
[ there isn't a hint of shame in the way that suga opens himself up for miyuki eagerly -- twining his arms in a snug hold around the other boy's shoulders and spreading his legs a little wider to let miyuki settle in between them. it feels like a need that's more than just lust; his body is craving the way it feels to be connected with miyuki in the most intimate way, and it's an insistent itch that he knows won't be satisfied until he has miyuki buried to the hilt inside him again.
fortunately, miyuki doesn't seem keen on the idea of making him wait any longer.
and suga can't help the choked little cry that escapes him as kazuya finally presses into him, every nerve ending in his body alive and singing at the way that feels. the stretch is intense, but there isn't any pain, just... this utterly satisfying feeling of being complete that washes over him in waves. he can't imagine ever being any happier than this; it's like the warm, safe feeling of coming home. ] I-It...
Kazuya. [ he leans up a little, enough to press his forehead into the crook of miyuki's neck. ] ... I love you.
[Koushi probably wants Miyuki to move, to set a nice and hard pace, to fill him and make him squirm. But when Koushi says that, reaffirms his feelings- well, Miyuki has to take a moment to even breathe. He sets his head on Koushi's shoulder, takes a shuddering breath.]
I don't want to hurt you.
[It just sort of slips out, but he doesn't attempt to take it back. It's true, after all. And someone like Koushi deserves the best. The only thing Miyuki's the best at is catching.]
...well, again.
[Even if he didn't do it on purpose, he hates so much that he left Koushi without a single word, with only worry and concern to keep him warm at night.]
[ it's hard to think with miyuki pressed to the hilt inside of him, much less speak -- there's a constant pressure against his prostate that makes him dizzy, and every little shift feels like it just sets his nerves on fire. he wants to squirm, wants to rock his hips and encourage kazuya to fuck him, wants to beg for it until miyuki fucks him senseless into the mattress.
... but.
he hears that note of vulnerability in the undercurrent of kazuya's voice, and soothing that ache means more to him than any amount of pleasure. so he shifts until he's able to cup his hands gently around miyuki's face, leaning up to press a gentle kiss against his mouth. ] You won't.
[ without hesitation, without a bit of doubt. ] You won't, Kazuya. I trust you.
... and even if you do, even if one of us messes up, we'll fix it, won't we? Because that's what you do when you love someone.
[Miyuki doesn't think he'll ever, ever get tired of hearing Koushi say 'love.' It strikes him deep in his chest, spreading a rush of adrenaline through his body. He just can't believe this is really real. He actually... found someone.
In a place like this, too, of all places.
His hips start to roll, slow and savoring every second of friction between them.]
I love you, too.
[He gets back up on his knees, deepening his thrusts.] I can't stop thinking about you.
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His hands are already sliding across milky smooth skin, moving across all the areas he knows are most sensitive to touch. Even with going back, his mind full of baseball once more and his memories of Amoi gone static, he still remembers each and every spot. His body moves automatically, like he has Koushi's body memorized, like loving Koushi like this is pure intuition and instinct.]
I love you. [He manages to whisper out the same phrase he accidentally uttered weeks before, the phrase that got swept under the rug when he hit his head and started bleeding, the feelings that never got addressed until now. It feels so wonderful, being so frank like this, being able to say it so openly... It feels so wonderful, knowing it's returned.]
I love you.
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and he tries to take the moment that the kiss breaks as an opportunity to catch his breath all over again, but --
i love you.
those three little words hit him like an absolute tidal wave, making his heart surge in his chest and sending his stomach flip-flopping over onto itself. immediately, a lump swells back up in his throat all over again -- almost like he's on the verge of breaking down into tears once more, but this time out of sheer happiness.
i love you. i love you. i love you..
suga's not even entirely sure whether it's kazuya repeating the words to him -- over and over again, whispering them into his skin like a mantra -- or whether it's his own mind just replaying the blissful sound of it. love. kazuya loves him. it's amazing, it's incredible, it makes his entire body feel so full of a radiant kind of joy that he's half-afraid he might burst. he wants to cry, or laugh, or... do something that gets this feeling out, so: ] I love you too.
I love you, Kazuya. [ kissing along his skin, everywhere and anywhere that his mouth can reach. ]
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At the same time, he's afraid of so many things. What if he leaves again? What if he hurts Koushi? What if, what if, what if.
Luckily, hearing Koushi whisper I love you back so often- well, it's a good enough distraction. He moves from mouth to cheek, where he finds that little beauty mark he's kissed countless times before. He moves down to Koushi's jaw, presses his lips up along the sharp line of it.
All the while, he doesn't cease in telling Koushi over and over again all the things he likes about him: his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his skin, his hair, his heart, his- everything.]
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the person that he's in love with loves him back. is there anything better than that?
still, suga can't resist the urge to try and get closer -- he tugs impatiently at kazuya's shirt, trying to pull it off of him. he wants to be as close as he possibly can, wants to feel skin against skin. he wants to touch him, wants to memorize each and every inch of him until the details are burned into his heart. maybe the saying about wanting to be one with someone is cliche, but... it's how he feels. he wants to be so close to kazuya that there isn't any room for even the smallest breath of space between them, wants to be so tangled up in him that he gets lost. ]
Kazuya...
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--shit, this is actually hard to do on his own. A bit flustered, he turns his back to Koushi, grumbles:] Mind helping me with these straps?
[Leave it to Miyuki Kazuya to ruin the entire mood. But there's also some thrill in having Koushi undress him, too. He's already anticipating the other's soft touch, maybe kisses up his neck or something. And once Koushi's little present is all unwrapped, they can finally press their skin together.]
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honestly, he can't help but laugh. there he is, this is the guy that he loves.
so he pushes himself up into a sitting position and trails his fingertips playfully down the other boy's back, leaning forward to press a gentle open-mouthed kiss to the nape of his neck. ] You know, it was a lot easier to get you out of that volleyball uniform last time.
Not that you don't look good in this, too.
[ it's pretty easy to gently pluck the straps loose, meaning that he doesn't have to focus all his attention on his hands. instead, he can kiss and nuzzle at miyuki's neck to his heart's content, breathing in the sweet and familiar scent of his skin. and once he's got the straps loose, he can push them away, sliding his fingers up miyuki's back and splaying his hands there. he's warm and alive and real, and it still gives suga a secret thrill of joy just to be able to touch him again. it's been so long... ]
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[Feeling a little better at having ruined the mood, Miyuki turns again to wrap around Koushi, to kiss him, to push him back on the mattress where it's easiest to get to all of Koushi. And when he hikes himself up again, he brings a knee up between Koushi's legs, pressing right up against him. And it feels so damn good knowing Koushi's just as hard as he is.
He quickly sheds the last of everything: his shirt, his uniform pants, his helmet, his brace- and takes a moment to just. Look at Koushi.]
How the hell did I get so lucky.
[Cause, damn, Koushi is way out of his league and a way better man than Miyuki deserves. But he leans down- steals another kiss.]
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[ and he's giggling even as miyuki turns around to sweep him up into his arms all over again, tumbling back down onto the mattress with him in a happy tangle of limbs. it's hard not to smile when everything inside of him is bubbling up with a wild and bright sort of joy; there's a part of him that definitely understands the old cliche about being so in love that you want to shout it from the rooftops.
... then again, shouting from the rooftops would mean having to get out of bed, and it's pretty damn hard to do that when kazuya is kissing him breathless and rubbing a knee right up between his legs. instead, he can't help but moan and rock his hips forward clumsily into miyuki's thigh, seeking that friction all over again. ]
... I'd tell you, but... [ he's flushed pink, more than a little breathless, but still managing a smile. ] You'd probably fuss at me.
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[Normally, he'd want to jump right into the fun part, to whatever new kink he'd read about that he wanted to try. Normally, he'd get straight to wrapping his mouth around Koushi, make him sing. But even as his body burns with desire, he still takes his time. He still chases after every mole, makes sure he doesn't leave a patch of skin go unkissed. He takes his time working on Koushi, getting him hard.
For the first time, it really feels like they have forever.
He lifts Koushi up on the bed higher until he's facing Koushi's chest. He licks, he sucks- he works Suga here for a bit instead.]
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this is --
oh.
it's new to have miyuki lingering over him like this, kissing every inch of his skin like he's trying to make sure there's not the slightest bit of him that goes untouched. it's not like he's ever felt unappreciated when he's in bed with kazuya, but... this is different. this feels almost like worship, gentle and reverent, and it makes suga's heart flutter and swell all over again. it's almost like kazuya is doing his absolute best to put that love into action, and...
... wow.
he reaches down and strokes his fingers adoringly through miyuki's thick mess of dark brown hair, watching him with warm eyes. ] Maybe I should tell you -- nnh -- anyway.
About how sweet you are, about how you made me fall for you.
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[Because if that's the case, then Miyuki will just have to do his best to interrupt Koushi entirely. It's not that he doesn't believe Koushi... he just can't really handle hearing good things about himself, honestly. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say. How's he supposed to react to that kinda thing? When he's never been complimented quite that way in his life?
So, let's see how well Koushi can talk while Miyuki's mouthing at his nipple, tongue swiping flat and wet across each one.]
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[ not that he sounds really put off, because it's pretty hard to be indignant when someone is doing that to you. every little kiss and lick and suck to his nipples makes suga squirm on the sheets, cheeks flushing even darker and breath hitching in his chest.
... and yeah, it's pretty hard to concentrate on anything when he's got this to contend with. ]
N-Now you're not playing fair...!
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For now, he'll just roll his torso down against Koushi to create that littlest bit of friction. He'll hum against Koushi's chest, mischievous.]
I just like hearing you enjoy yourself.
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... but he's also been spoiled on pretty direct attention, which is why he can't help but rock his hips up against miyuki's stomach with another impatient sound. ] Y-You like teasing me, you mean...
[ sliding his hands down the broad plane of the other boy's back, until he's able to get two firm handfuls of that (pretty delectable) catcher's ass and squeeze. ] Kazuya...
[ tone warm and honeyed, spreading his legs in an attempt to tempt (and tease). ] Don't you want to make love to me?
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[Hey, technically, they have all fucking night for Miyuki to fully explore Koushi's body. He has no idea how their stamina will handle it, but they're both athletes. Surely they can go for at least a few more rounds before passing out, right?
He reaches over to the familiar nightstand, pulling out their well-used bottle of lube. He settles back between Koushi's legs, slicking his fingers and pressing a finger into him.]
Though, who's the real tease here?
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well. he intends to enjoy it, enjoy miyuki, as much as he can.
the feeling of that finger sliding into him, firm and slick, is enough to make him gasp, head falling back against the pillow. it's not even much of a stretch, but his entire body is thrumming with excitement, and every little touch and stroke feels like it's bound to drive him wild. so he rocks his hips down against miyuki's hand with an impatient little buck, fingers tangling in the sheets below him. ] H-How am I a tease?
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[God, those little movements really make it hard to be patient. He wants to give Koushi everything he's asking for without hesitation. But he also wants this to go-- well. Right. Like Koushi said, this is technically their first time, uh.
Uh.
makinglove.
Just the thought makes him feel warm, he can't even really dwell on it for long. While it might have been a while for Koushi, it's only been a handful of minutes for Miyuki. He remembers just where to curl his fingers to make Koushi sing.]
I really want you, Koushi.
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but that's nothing compared to how it feels when miyuki crooks his fingers up inside him, pressing up against that little spot that makes fireworks go off inside suga's skull. he can't help but arch and cry out, fingers fisting into the sheets underneath him as that pleasure goes up his spine like a bolt of lightning. ] Nnh...! Kazuya!
P-Please, I... [ with a little whine, reaching up for him greedily. ] I want you too, I n-need...
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[But he really, really wants to take his time here. So despite how much he wants to slide in home and reconnect with Koushi- he continues to prep him, to get him warmed up and loose around his fingers.]
Did you miss me down here? How long has it been since I've been here?
[He hooks his fingers again, spreads them wide.]
Did you forget my shape?
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miyuki kazuya, apparently.
and even though suga should be pretty familiar with some of the lines miyuki comes up with, the other boy still has a gift for catching him off-guard. so he can't help a surprised little splutter, even though it quickly gets cut off by another gasp as miyuki twists his fingers inside him and spreads him open. the stretch is enough to make him whine, squirming on the sheets as another wave of heat rolls through his body, and --
... he can critique miyuki's sex-talk later. it's too hard to think of anything else but how badly he wants miyuki inside of him. ]
Kazuya, Kazuya... [ wrapping his arms around miyuki's broad shoulders, pulling him down enough for a kiss. it's heated and hungry, almost like he's trying to pour his need into him with that gesture alone. but he's too breathless to let it linger; he has to break it off and arch his hips up for him, almost like he's trying to offer himself up. ] I missed you so much.
Make it up to me, make sure I remember exactly how you f-feel when you're inside me. Please.
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He pulls his fingers out, slicks his cock and presses against Koushi eagerly. How can he keep teasing the other when he's saying his name like that? He can't, that's how. So he slides in- and snaps his hips until he sinks home. He's groaning, gripping Koushi's legs, hardly able to believe that someone could be this tight after all that prepwork.
He opens his eyes, though, because he doesn't want to miss out on the other's expression.]
Does this ring a bell?
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fortunately, miyuki doesn't seem keen on the idea of making him wait any longer.
and suga can't help the choked little cry that escapes him as kazuya finally presses into him, every nerve ending in his body alive and singing at the way that feels. the stretch is intense, but there isn't any pain, just... this utterly satisfying feeling of being complete that washes over him in waves. he can't imagine ever being any happier than this; it's like the warm, safe feeling of coming home. ] I-It...
Kazuya. [ he leans up a little, enough to press his forehead into the crook of miyuki's neck. ] ... I love you.
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I don't want to hurt you.
[It just sort of slips out, but he doesn't attempt to take it back. It's true, after all. And someone like Koushi deserves the best. The only thing Miyuki's the best at is catching.]
...well, again.
[Even if he didn't do it on purpose, he hates so much that he left Koushi without a single word, with only worry and concern to keep him warm at night.]
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... but.
he hears that note of vulnerability in the undercurrent of kazuya's voice, and soothing that ache means more to him than any amount of pleasure. so he shifts until he's able to cup his hands gently around miyuki's face, leaning up to press a gentle kiss against his mouth. ] You won't.
[ without hesitation, without a bit of doubt. ] You won't, Kazuya. I trust you.
... and even if you do, even if one of us messes up, we'll fix it, won't we? Because that's what you do when you love someone.
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In a place like this, too, of all places.
His hips start to roll, slow and savoring every second of friction between them.]
I love you, too.
[He gets back up on his knees, deepening his thrusts.] I can't stop thinking about you.
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jane saves miyuki from the dog house
YOU WERE TRYING SO HARD TO GET HIM IN TROUBLE
what if i want suga to spank him ;) ............
that's 2 spicy for muse
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