Love is the best thing we do

“You know, I think you could really use a shower before you go.”

He didn’t know what he expected when he voiced the suggestion, since it came a little surprising even to himself. Usually he wasn’t one for inviting people to stay after they had shared the night together, rather on the contrary. The few times he had done this in the past, he had been more than content with the way the other party had made a quick exit the next morning, as it had saved him the trouble of awkward small-talk and what not. He couldn’t really fathom why this time was any different; then again, none of his previous one-night-stands had involved as much action as this one and it would be a pity to let it end right here when there was a chance to prolong it, even if only for a brief romp in the shower. As it stood, he couldn’t take his words back anyway, so the only thing left to do was to wait and see what his guest would make of them.

Said guest, who had been hopping around comically in an attempt to put his pants on just a moment ago, now stood completely still, his eyes trained on Kazuya’s own in apparent contemplation. And after what felt like a small eternity but was actually only a few seconds, he could pinpoint the exact moment when Eijun decided to throw his previous hurry to the wind and give in to the temptation that was the prospect of continuing where they left off.

With a sense of accomplishment he watched as the garment slid down those tantalisingly toned legs in a move that couldn’t be anything less than deliberate, and when he returned his gaze to the other’s face, he was almost taken aback at the intensity he found there. Unconsciously, his tongue came out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

As soon as Eijun descended the stairs leading to the club’s basement, he was met with a wave of stifling hot air and he could feel his whole body positively vibrating due to the deafening volume of the music blaring from the speakers. The sight of the dance floor, packed with innumerable bodies moving to the beat, had him itching to join in, but before that his steps lead him towards the room’s main bar running along the opposite wall. A brief look over his shoulder told him that his two companions had managed to follow him through the throngs of people and were moving through the crowd towards him.

“First round is on me!” he yelled against the noise and couldn’t help the wide grin spreading on his lips as he queued up; after all, it felt like he had been looking forward to this evening for ages. Finally, all of his papers and exams were over and done with and his first and only possible thought after this hell of a semester was to drag his friends out to the clubs for a night of dancing and getting roaringly drunk.

When it was his turn to order, he decided on what was by now their usual; Gin Tonic for Haruichi, Mai Tai for Satoru and a Long Island Iced Tea to get himself going. As he waited, he let his gaze wander over the faces of the other patrons in his line of vision. He wasn’t necessarily looking for someone to spend the night with, but just then it hit him that he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in forever and could use a good lay to celebrate the occasion. His eyes briefly paused on a rather pretty woman, who seemed to have been eyeing him already and sent a wink his way. Well, maybe not her; if anything, he was certain that his preferences laid elsewhere.

Armed with their drinks he made his way through the mostly young crowd to where the other two had found a small unoccupied bar table closer to the dance floor. Even though the club was crammed, the both of them were rather easy to make out with Haruichi’s particular hair colour and Satoru’s tall build. As he got closer, he noticed the latter sporting his usual bored if not a little sleepy expression and decided that this wouldn’t do – they were here to party!

“Lighten up!” He nudged the other with his elbow as he handed out the beverages. “Here’s to us and to no more thoughts about biomechanics or what freaking ever!”

“Eijun-kun, you do realise that you should still be studying over the break, right?” Haruichi chips in using the gentle yet reproaching voice he tended to adapt almost constantly when around the brunette, whose face turned into a grimace upon the well-meant words.

“Not today I don’t! The only thing I plan on doing tonight is going crazy!” And all three of them knew that he meant every single word. “Kanpai!”

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After they spent around half an hour drinking, chatting about one thing or another and bringing each other up to date as to what was going on in their lives – they couldn’t meet up as often as they would have liked, after all, what with all three of them attending different departments of the university – they finally hit the dance floor. Even before he started to move, Eijun could feel his breath quickening in excitement and his heart rate rising almost as if to match the pounding beat of the song that was currently playing.

He started out slowly, gyrating his hips in time with the music, his arms raised high above his head. His eyelids fell shut as he soaked in the atmosphere and the energy of all the dancers around him, brushing against each other and bouncing and jerking along with the lively beats. At some point he felt someone sidling up beside him and when he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a handsome guy with dark hair, moving his body like nobody’s business and grinning at him mischievously. Checking the other out in what was quite probably the opposite of subtle, he couldn’t help reciprocating his open expression. He had to admit, the stranger would have been right up is alley; outgoing, obviously fit and close to rivalling Satoru’s height. However, the look with which he regarded Eijun told him that the other wasn’t necessarily aiming for a flirt but rather a dancing partner, which was just fine by him. He wasn’t tipsy enough to engage in that kind of contact yet anyway.

For a while, all they did was move leisurely, bodies swaying, mimicking each other and hips shaking in sync, the distance between them almost non-existent. When the other dropped into a dramatic crouch and straightened up again in a faux seductive manner, Eijun couldn’t help laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Giving credit where it’s due, he shook his head in surrender, grinning bashfully as a few people around them hooted in response to the impressive moves the other displayed. Amongst the room’s noise, he suddenly heard his name being called and a brief glance over his shoulder showed Haruichi waving him back towards their table. Even though he could have continued dancing for a whole while longer, he followed the call, excusing himself with a playful salute and a wink to the dark-haired stranger.

It was only when he left the writhing mass of bodies behind that he noticed his own state, parched, sweating bullets and his shirt sticking to his body uncomfortably due to the hot, humid air around them. Upon rejoining their small circle, he gratefully took the drink handed to him and downed half of it in one go. Even though it might also have been due to the alcohol circulating through his body, in that moment he felt positively dizzy with happiness, his muscles itching for him to return to the dance floor and let loose until he ached all over.

“Seems like you got yourself an admirer,” Haruichi remarked casually in between sipping on his own cocktail, and Eijun had a hard time fathoming how he could look so composed when he himself must also have been dancing until just a while ago. And through experience he knew that the assumedly shy Kominato had some serious moves whenever he decided to indulge in going all out now and then.

“You mean the guy I was dancing with? Nah, we were just horsing around,” Eijun chuckled while running a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to keep it from sticking out in all kinds of directions. Though he would easily admit that the stranger was definitely on the hot side of the spectrum, the chemistry between them wasn’t quite right.

“Not him.” Judging from Haruichi’s tone, he was probably rolling his eyes at his answer behind those bangs of his. “Don’t look now, but there’s a guy standing with a group a little way behind you, who has been eyeing you pretty much since we arrived.” Eijun’s automatic reaction, of course, was to turn around immediately, taking no notice of the hissed “Which part of ‘don’t look now’ didn’t you understand?”. At once, he noticed the group his friend must have been talking about, a party of five guys standing in a loose circle, chatting and laughing amongst each other with their own drinks in hand. And despite not knowing which of them Haruichi had been talking about since none of them were looking his way at the moment, his eyes were immediately drawn towards one person.

He wasn’t wearing anything particularly special, yet even a single look at the simple form-fitting graphic tee told Eijun that the guy had the build of an athlete; not the overly muscled kind, but with a broad set of shoulders, a nicely shaped torso and a set of biceps he would be all too tempted to run his hands over. The jeans he was sporting revealed a pair of sturdy thighs, which only added towards his overall fit physique and made Eijun so very curious as to what he would look like out of his clothes. As he let his look wander upwards along the length of the other’s body, he was startled out of his silent appreciation when his gaze met that of a pair of intense hazel eyes fixated on him from behind a pair of glasses. For an instant, time seemed to stand still while they eyed each other up, but the moment was broken when the stranger’s lips turned up into a wicked smirk that caused Eijun to turn back hastily. He could feel heat creeping onto his face due to the embarrassment of being caught checking the other out and partly because of the way his body reacted to the somewhat steaming eye contact they had shared.

Damn, he really wouldn’t mind tapping that.

At the grin he adopted at the thought, Haruichi could only sigh deeply, already knowing how the whole thing would probably play out. All the while, Satoru had kept quiet in his usual reluctant manner, but at the silent exchange, his eyes were also drawn towards the group and subsequently narrowed in concentration before widening in recognition.

“Isn’t that–“

“Less talking, more dancing!” Eijun went back to his exuberant self within mere seconds and knocked the rest of his drink back in a few gulps. “C’mon guys, no time like the present!” And under the force that was Sawamura Eijun on a mission, the other two soon abandoned any kind of resistance and let themselves be pulled along, back into the middle of the crowd.

Unlike before he decided to stick with his friends this time, grabbing Haruichi’s hands and spinning them around as much as the limited space allowed. Alternating between singing along the lyrics of the song currently playing and laughing gleefully, Satoru was his next target and he bumped his shoulder into the other’s encouragingly; as awkward as he often seemed when interacting with people, he tended to surprise whoever was around when they saw him dancing in earnest. And apparently the drinks had already worked their magic in loosening the tallest of their group up, since it took mere minutes for him to take to the music, his movements smooth and natural as he joined in in their fun, a gentle smile on his face.

He didn’t know how long the three of them kept on dancing together like that, surroundings forgotten under the dim lighting of the club as one song faded to the next and the next after that. Both women and men tried to engage him in a closer kind of dance, but he was too buzzed and too taken by the atmosphere and the lightness of it all to really care about any of them. It was only when he threw a careless look over his shoulder that he was suddenly reminded of the hot stranger eying him up because there he was, mere metres away, smack-bang in the middle of the floor, and he didn’t know what he expected, but the guy moved like he was born to do so. All sharp edges and lean muscles, he looked by all means like someone right out of a dream, and a very sensual one at that; his hips moving in ways that could only be described as sinful, and the bastard knew it, judging by the slash of a grin on his face.

Eijun only noticed that the other was looking right at him when he jutted his chin out haughtily in his direction, almost as if daring him to do better, and even though the whole thing might have seemed kind of ridiculous to others, he felt compelled to rise to the silent challenge. Closing his eyes, he started to jerk his hips in a more pronounced, almost provocative way, shaking his head in time with the pounding beats. One hand came up, high above his head and down again, messing up his hair as his body turned in fluid rotations, each movement deliberate and carefully measured in a way similar to a rehearsed performance. Unconsciously, his tongue came out to wet his dry lips and when he opened his eyes again, his friends’ resigned expressions were the only warning he got before two hands were planted firmly on his hips and a gentle pull lead his back to rest against a broad, defined chest.

Even though it could have been someone else touching him so daringly after the show he had just put on, the body pressed against him felt just so right that he didn’t waste a single thought on the notion of it belonging to anyone other than him. Immediately, he felt himself relax and positively melting into the intimate embrace, his motions becoming slower now that they had served their purpose in luring the nameless stranger in. He couldn’t help feeling a sense of accomplishment overcoming him as they swayed together and he let his head fall back against his partner’s shoulder.

“Nicely played,” came a sudden murmur at his ear and it took everything for him to stop the moan that threatened to escape his lips at the dark tone in that downright sinful voice, deep and husky. At the shudder the words and the basically non-existent space between them brought on, the grip on his waist tightened just a bit more, and Eijun could almost picture the smirk on the stranger’s face by how close they were to each other. “I didn’t think you had it in you.” As if in retaliation, he ground his backside a little harder into the other’s crotch and was rewarded with a throaty groan that was partly hidden in his neck.

“What was that?” he retorted with a grin while interlacing his fingers with the ones on his hips. His plan to somehow gain the upper hand in their playful banter backfired however, when a quick bite was delivered to the skin between his neck and shoulder and had him almost whimpering in desire.

“I knew you would be a handful.”

The amused chuckle did nothing to quell the heat rising in his body and made him thankful for the almost darkness of the club, since he could imagine that he looked like a right hot mess by now. Banishing those thoughts from his head for the time being, he decided to stick with enjoying the way they fell into each other so easily, more grinding than actually dancing as the other showered his skin with light kisses, licks and bites. They spent a while like this, simply relishing each other’s presence without a care in the world as to their surroundings and the people around them. Eijun couldn’t tell whether he started to feel increasingly woozy due to the alcohol, the heat or the situation he found himself in, but he didn’t give a damn either and when his head was turned by a light grip on his chin and a pair of lips met his in something close to urgency, the only things that came to his mind were ‘yes’ and ‘please’.

If he had felt hot before, it was nothing against the sheer fire his racing heart sent spreading throughout his body from the moment their lips first collided, then again and again in eager presses, nips and bites. Lifting a hand up to card through the brown strands, Eijun wasted no time in deepening the kiss, drawing in a sharp breath when the other’s tongue came forth to trace along his bottom lip in a surprisingly gentle manner. And when their tongues finally clashed, accompanied by an electrifying spark, he was a goner; forgotten were all pretences of dancing or coy familiarisation and what remained was pure raw emotion, want and need. Throwing any restraint he might have left to the wind, he turned fully towards his counterpart, pulling him even closer by the back of his head. There was nothing gentle now in the way they mapped out each other’s mouths greedily, noses bumping and teeth clacking together in their haste to be as close as possible. Eijun was pretty sure his bottom lip suffered a nick at one point, but he honestly couldn’t care less, not when the other’s skilled lips made him want to forget both his own name and the need to breathe. Dimly he noticed one hand coming to rest on his neck and the other on his ass, giving a light yet decisive squeeze and whispering promises of tangled sheets and so much more.

When they had to part for air at last, he didn’t have long to catch his breath, since the other’s attention went back to his neck almost immediately, sucking a mark into the skin right above his clavicle and damn it he quite probably had never been hornier in his entire life; if they didn’t get out of here soon this could turn awkward really fast. The stranger apparently seemed to think among the same lines, as his caresses came to a sudden stop and he pulled back, giving Eijun the opportunity to study his features through half-lidded eyes. Cheeks flushed and a few sweat-soaked bangs sticking to his forehead, he was a sight to see, and when that gravelly voice spoke up again, he didn’t catch the words’ meaning, too enthralled by the smouldering glance focused solely on him. The incomprehension must have shown on his face, since those tempting lips were pulled into a smug grin and the guy leaned in to touch their foreheads together.

“My place is close,” he repeated and before he knew it, Eijun had already nodded his acceptance to the bold implied suggestion. It was only when he was pulled off the dance floor by a hand in his that something like rationality returned to him and the fact that he was about to go home with a stranger he didn’t even know the name of hit him.

“Wait! Name!” The other turned back to him with a raised eyebrow at his scrambled exclamation, but still waited patiently for him to elaborate. Taking a deep breath, he tried to recollect enough not to make a complete idiot of himself. “My name! It’s Eijun! What’s yours?” Obviously his query still managed to amuse his counterpart, since the smirk promptly returned to his face, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“You ask that after you agree to come home with me?” Upon opening his mouth to retort something, anything just for the sake of it, Eijun was silenced with a passionate kiss that ended before he could even think about reciprocating. The gaze that had him rooted to the spot turned downright predatory. “Call me Kazuya.”

Everything that happened next seemed like a blur to him, as he followed Kazuya to the exit, waving a sheepish goodbye to his friends in passing. He barely noticed the other hailing a cab, too pumped with a mixture between excitement and nervousness, since he hadn’t done this in quite a while and couldn’t help wondering how the remaining night would turn out. And even though the ride didn’t end up taking too long, it sure felt like an eternity, not least due to Kazuya’s hand resting not so innocently on the inside of his thigh, tempting him to continue where they had left off in the club right there an then, propriety be damned. As soon as the car came to a stop at their destination, he almost jumped out in an attempt to bring a little space between them, lest he lost his mind under the teasing touch. However, all thoughts of holding back vanished the instant they entered the residential building and Kazuya had him pressed against the nearest wall, capturing his lips in another vehement kiss that had his pulse skyrocketing and his knees trembling.

Retrospectively, he had no idea how they made it up to the third floor, both too intent on getting as much contact as possible to separate from each other for long. And when the other fumbled to get his key into the lock of what Eijun assumed was his flat, he couldn’t resist letting his hands wander under Kazuya’s shirt and tracing along the defined abs he would definitely be paying closer attention to later on, all the while leaving his own marks on the neck presented to him. If he weren’t as horny as he was, he would have grinned at the curse the other bit out at a particularly harsh suck, right before he finally managed to open the last obstacle in their way. Deciding to take the reins for now, he barely waited until the door fell closed to push Kazuya up against it and initiated another open-mouthed kiss, teeth nipping at his bottom lip as they rutted against each other impatiently. His hands found their way back under his partner’s clothing, caressing the skin and the underlying hard muscles greedily before pushing the garment upwards, dragging his nails over one nipple, then the other and eliciting another swear, more pronounced this time and coupled with a low groan that made Eijun’s dick throb almost painfully in his tight jeans.

Wrenching himself from Kazuya’s lips, he barely managed to whisper a demanding “Off!” with a light tug at the bothersome shirt before he was pulled back in by a hand on the back of his neck, as if they couldn’t stand being parted even for a short amount of time. In the back of his mind, Eijun noted that the other tasted faintly of vodka and tonic and he thought he could keep doing this forever, if it weren’t for the urgent need to take things further; even if he tried, he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything like he wanted Kazuya in that moment, even though he hadn’t even seen him without his clothes yet. No time like the present, then. Another insistent tug had Kazuya finally complying with his request and lift his shirt over his head hastily, knocking his glasses askew in the process. Eijun couldn’t help giggling at the action but nearly choked on the sound as he was now presented with the sight of the other in all his bare-chested glory.

Even though he had had his fair share of seeing good-looking guys in various states of undress due to his history in sports, he had to marvel at the masterpiece of a body before him. Like he had speculated the first time he laid eyes on Kazuya, he could tell with certainty that he had to be undergoing some kind of athletic training, and at least semi-professionally at that. He felt his mouth almost watering at the notion of getting his hands and lips on the other’s body, and seeing that he wasn’t particularly known for his sense of self-restraint, he quickly decided to let deeds follow his thoughts.

“Cat got your tongue?” Apparently he had been staring for longer than he thought, but he ignored the smug comment in favour of running his hands over the torso on display, from the strong shoulders to an impressive set of pecs and farther downwards. He leaned down to follow the invisible trail of his fingers with his mouth, leaving kisses and licks before closing his lips around one nipple and giving it a rough suck. The hand that must have found its way back into his hair at some point tightened in time with the moan that left the other’s throat at his actions but didn’t make any attempt to pull him away just yet. Taking that as a silent encouragement to keep going, Eijun gave the bud a light bite before turning his attention towards the distinctive abdominal muscles, tracing every dip with his tongue while his hands made short work of the buckle and zipper of Kazuya’s pants.

As he gave the other’s member a few tentative strokes, he kept his eyes fixated on that blazing gaze that seemed to burn even hotter when he slid to his knees in one fluid motion. Releasing the hard cock from the restraining jeans, he wasted no more time in getting his lips on it, taking half of it in his mouth in one go. Almost automatically, his eyes fell closed while he let himself become accustomed to the girth, giving a few sucks and tonguing at the noticeable vein on the underside. The grip in his hair became even tighter to the level that it was almost painful, but he relished both the sensation as well as the moan that seemed to reverberate throughout the body in front of him. Encouraged by Kazuya’s reaction, he pulled back to serve a particularly hard suck to the tip before enveloping as much as he could in his mouth. His actions gained him another groan as he bobbed his head and used one hand to fondle the other’s balls and stroke the part of the length his mouth didn’t reach.

“Gods, you’re doing so well.” He couldn’t help a moan of his own at the murmured praise and reached down to rub at his own cock that was screaming for attention in the confinement of his pants. Feeling like he couldn’t hold out for much longer, he redoubled his efforts, swallowing around the head and trying to match the pace of the shallow thrusts of Kazuya’s hips without choking. The other was leaking precum by now, the droplets salty and slightly bitter on Eijun’s tongue, and just when he was about to go in for the kill, he was pulled off with a harsh tug that had him dangling over the edge himself. Gasping for air and more than a little dazed, he chanced a glance upwards and the sight he was met with almost had him moan aloud. Kazuya’s head was thrown back against the door, eyes closed and expression lax, panting and chest heaving under the apparent effort to keep himself in check. And when he finally appeared to have caught his bearings and turned his gaze towards him, a shiver ran down Eijun’s spine; playtime was over, it seemed.

A growled “Up!” was all the heads-up he got before he was hauled to his feet and their lips were mashed together once more, the action urgent and near brutal and oh so good. Kazuya’s insistent tongue left no room for argument and Eijun felt as if the other wanted to devour him whole as they stumbled their way further into the flat. The place was fairly small and minimally furnished, though he didn’t pay much attention to any of it; for all he cared, they could be in some kind of broom closet as long as they got to the point sooner rather than later. Somewhere along the few steps both of their shoes as well as Eijun’s own shirt found their way to the floor of the entryway and the next time Kazuya had him against the wall, he moaned into the kiss at the feeling of their bare torsos being pressed together. The next thing he knew, two hands grabbed at the back of his thighs, hoisting him upwards and he scrambled to catch his balance by folding his arms behind the other’s head. The new position drew low groans from both of them due to the way their crotches rubbed against each other and damn, Eijun thought he could come any second now at the image of Kazuya lifting and carrying him, a guy of similar build if not quite as brawny, as if he weighed nothing.

He was still marvelling at his partner’s upper body strength when he was unceremoniously dumped onto a soft surface, but any kind of protest at the sudden action got stuck in his throat when he looked up to meet Kazuya’s amber eyes, the other remaining unmoving at the edge of the bed as he let his gaze wander over every inch of skin on display. And damn, Eijun was far from self-conscious in regards to his build and overall appearance, but being targeted by that burning stare made him feel like nothing less than prey in the face of a predator ready to attack. Unconsciously, his tongue came out to lick at his dry lips and the move seemed to be the last straw for the other’s composure, since the next moment found him crouching over him and kissing him once more, one arm used to keep him upright while the other struggled to open Eijun’s jeans. Too aroused to bother with any more delays, he aided in the task as best as he could in his current state and had to bite back a low whine when a calloused hand closed around his dick, giving him a few rough strokes.

“Don’t,” came a gentle admonishment as Kazuya broke the kiss, apparently having noticed his restraint. One hand came up to stroke along his cheek, the thumb tracing slowly along his bruised bottom lip, and how on earth he still had the patience for such a sweet action, Eijun couldn’t for the life of him understand. “Don’t hold back on me.” He couldn’t do anything but nod his consent and it was incredible to watch how the other’s facial expression went from soft to a downright evil smirk within a heartbeat. “Good boy.” At the shudder that went through his body in response to the praising words, the smug grin only seemed to widen and Eijun wanted to wipe that look off his face oh so desperately.

However, he wasn’t given much time to ponder that thought, since without further ado Kazuya wrapped a hand around both of their lengths, squeezing and pumping them leisurely in time with the renewed thrusts of his hips. Moaning in appreciation, Eijun let one hand glide down to join the other in its motions while grabbing at Kazuya’s back in an attempt to get them as close as possible. He revelled in the groan the other let loose when he scored his nails down the sweaty skin, no doubt leaving a set of scratches that would still be visible after the night was over. Now more than ever he felt like he couldn’t hold on for much longer if they continued like this, rutting against and stroking each other, and that was when he decided to speed things up a little.

Sliding his hand downwards, he let it slip beneath both pants and underwear, giving Kazuya’s ass a good squeeze before trying to push the garments down his legs. Apparently getting the message, he straightened up to remove his last bits of clothing with his own not far behind. They paused for a moment to take in each other’s naked bodies, the tension between them almost palpable, before they clashed once more in a flurry of kisses and bites, caressing and groping and grabbing at one another impatiently. It was only when he noticed a condom and a bottle of lube being laid out beside him that Eijun sat up and pushed the other to lie down. He relished the surprised expression his actions caused and moved to kneel above Kazuya’s hips, grinding their crotches together once more while he opened the bottle and coated a few of his fingers in the slick liquid.

Balancing himself with a hand on top of the other’s toned stomach, he reached behind himself and circled his rim with one finger before inserting the slippery digit into his ass. The subsequent mewl had Kazuya swearing under his breath and gripping his hips as if his life depended on it; that would probably leave some marks, but he was too far gone to care, already slipping in another finger along with the first and giving a few experimental thrusts.

“Look at you,” Kazuya whispered in a positively awed tone, his eyes never leaving Eijun’s face, seemingly wanting to savour each and every expression while he prepared himself. When one hand came around to aid his fingers in their task and the other found its way back on his cock, Eijun nearly crumbled, moaning aloud with his head thrown back in pleasure. The two digits moving in a scissoring motion inside him were suddenly joined by a third, slightly larger than his own and definitely less lubricated and the resulting sting had him almost coming right on the spot. “Fuck, you’re so tight!”

Kazuya seemed to have thought along the same lines, since he grabbed at the base of his dick, effectively preventing him from falling over the edge, and if Eijun had been in his right state of mind, he might have been ashamed of the pitiful whimper that left his lips at the feeling. His first impulse was to hit the other, but as it was, he glared at him as hard as he could with three fingers halfway up his ass.

“Bastard!”

Kazuya’s response to the angry hiss was a bout of laughter and how the hell he still had the mind to do so was beyond him. Abruptly, he pulled away from the fingers pumping into him and reached for the condom, sliding it on the other’s member in a non-too gentle way; let’s see if he would still be able to laugh after this.

“What are you–“ But he didn’t even let him finish, lining himself up and sinking down in one purposeful motion. The burn of the sudden stretch had him gritting his teeth in pain, but he didn’t even give Kazuya the time to adjust before lifting up on his knees and driving his weight back down. The action did have the intended effect, it seemed, as his partner was basically rendered speechless at the unexpected onslaught, clawing at the sheets and cursing while apparently trying to stave off a quick release of his own. The sight had Eijun grinning in between pants and gasps and he felt weirdly powerful in having brought the other to this state.

The sentiment didn’t last long, however; after a few more thrusts two firm hands on his hips pulled him to a stop, giving Kazuya the chance to get his bearings as he glared up at him in a mixture between annoyance and arousal. His still laboured breathing spoke volumes as to the exertion it took for him to rein himself back in.

“You’re a menace.”

At that, Eijun couldn’t help but snort. “Look who’s talking.”

Their banter out of the way, they restarted their motions with a few moments of shallow grinding that soon escalated into full-blown thrusts, getting increasingly quicker and more powerful. Eijun met each of the hard pushes halfway, almost bouncing on the other’s lap and more than enjoying the fast pace at which their hips collided over and over again. An unbidden whimper escaped him when one hand came up to tweak his nipple, rubbing and scratching over the small bud before giving the same treatment to the other. He hadn’t even known about his sensitivity there, since none of his previous partners had thought of paying them much attention. Desperate to retaliate, he leaned down to nip at Kazuya’s shoulder, biting down hard at a particularly forceful thrust and leaving a noticeable bruise. Usually he wasn’t one for possessiveness, but at least for the moment, the man under him was his and he wanted him to still remember it in the morning.

Speaking of which, even with the pleasant rhythm they had going right now, Eijun felt as if something was lacking; he wasn’t really the type for gentleness while having sex and even though the current act was far from it, he liked to feel claimed, lose his mind in every way possible so he couldn’t even walk afterwards without being reminded of what they had done. Formulating a plan in his clouded mind, he wrenched himself from the skin of the other’s neck to look straight into his eyes.

“Is that all you got?” he bit out under his breath and smirked inwardly when Kazuya’s pace faltered for a second, the expression in his gaze unreadable if not a little disbelieving. Purposefully tightening his ass around the other, he leaned their foreheads together to murmur directly against those tempting lips. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

No sooner had he finished his words than the world around him blurred in motion and the next thing he knew, he found himself lying on his back, looking up at Kazuya’s face hovering above his; their change in position had been so swift he hadn’t even realised what was going on. This time, it wasn’t hard to make out the emotions on his partner’s face, his grin almost feral as he pecked Eijun’s lips in a deceptively soft manner.

“I’ll make you eat those words, darling.”

And make him eat them he did. Wasting no more time, he buried himself to the hilt with a single hard push and set a pace that couldn’t be called anything but brutal. At first, Eijun still tried to meet the erratic thrusts with his own but soon failed miserably, reduced to a moaning, gasping, begging mess as all he could do was hang on and take it. By now, he figured the other’s back had to be a bloody mess from the way he kept clawing at it, but with his neck and shoulders probably not fairing any better, it seemed only fair to leave some reminders of his own.

At one point Kazuya pulled out completely, only to hook one of Eijun’s legs over his shoulder and push back in again. The position gained him an even deeper angle with the way he was basically folded in half and he thought he would pass out any second now with the way the other nailed his prostate at every thrust. If he were anything close to coherent, he might have felt sorry for the neighbours due to the deafening creaking of the mattress and the headboard banging against the wall, but as it was he was too lost in the sensations of their intercourse to formulate even one clear thought.

Feeling himself getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, he reached down to wrap around his weeping length, but before his hand could even come close to where he wanted it, it was intercepted and pressed back into the sheets in an iron grip. A pleading whimper escaped him, but Kazuya was relentless, seemingly dead set on bringing him over the edge with his cock alone, as he upped the pace once more, and under the sheer onslaught of feelings, it didn’t take long for Eijun to finally come undone with a strangled cry.

He must have blacked out for a second there because when he came to, it was to the feeling of Kazuya placing kisses along his knee and thigh, his intent gaze fixed solely on his face.

“That good?” he teased with what must be his signature smirk, but Eijun was too satisfied and blissed out to take the bait. Instead, he let his eyes fell closed and just when his breath evened out and he thought he could fall asleep like this, a murmur against his ear shook him wide awake again.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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Eijun woke to the feeling of his head pounding and when he tried for a stretch, he had to bite back a pained moan at the way every part of his body protested the movement. It took him a few moments to think back to what he had been up to the day before and when he did, he couldn’t quite decide whether to grimace or grin.

Right, yesterday.

Along with the memories of the time at the club he started to recall in vivid detail what went down afterwards and even now he felt himself blush at some of the images his tired brain supplied him with. Images of himself, lost in arousal and passion and Kazuya, of him begging and pleading the other for release and more and– He stopped himself right there, lest he got turned on again, something that should feel downright impossible after the three exhausting rounds they went the night before. Yet he most definitely couldn’t deny that it had been more than satisfying and he turned his face to hide the smile that emerged at the thought in the pillow’s soft material.

“Don’t think too hard or you’ll hurt yourself.”

He startled at the sudden voice speaking up behind him and only then did he notice the arm around his waist, which now pulled him closer to rest against the firm body he knew all too well after the previous night. His eyes fell shut almost on their own at the feeling of Kazuya mouthing gently at his shoulder, a sense of contentment settling in, until the words’ meaning caught up to him.

“You’re lucky you’re hot, cause your personality sure leaves a lot to be desired,” he grumbled, but still didn’t push the other away, too tired to deal with his aching body just yet.

“Thank you,” came the chuckled response and what the fuck, even when he was annoying the hell out of him the bastard managed to sound sexy with that gravelly voice of his.

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

A nonchalant hum was his answer and somehow he had a bad feeling about this, especially when the hand encircling him started to stroke lightly over his abs.

“That’s not what you said last night.” And there it was, a smug reminder of the way he had surrendered himself to the other completely with all kinds of praises and pleads; the thought alone had his ears heating up, which drew another peal of laughter from Kazuya and made Eijun swat at his hand in a weak attempt to break away from him.

“Shut up!”

Deciding to ignore the other for now, he took the time to let his gaze wander around the room, since he didn’t have the chance nor the mind to do so the previous night. From what he could tell with his limited field of vision, it seemed pretty standard for a college student; at least he guessed Kazuya to attend university judging from the notebooks, folders and markers taking up the majority of the desk on the far wall. In a way, the interior suited the other, nothing too flashy, minimalist furniture and– was that a catcher’s mitt high up on the shelf? When he also spotted a bat leaning in the corner, he had to swallow the exasperated groan on the tip of his tongue; figured that his first one-night-stand in forever would turn out to be a baseball nut.

“So I’ve been wondering,” Kazuya raised his voice again, his fingers dancing along Eijun’s side in a soft caress. “How is it that you’re so damn flexible?”

His lips pulled into a smirk following the question, not only because of the memories of how exactly they had put said flexibility to good use yesterday, but also since he could already imagine the other’s reaction to the answer he was about to give. “Yoga.”

As expected, Kazuya’s movements came to a halt at once, and not wanting to miss the look on his face, Eijun turned around. However, it wasn’t the sceptical and somewhat perturbed expression his explanation usually entailed that he was met with. Instead, Kazuya’s eyes widened ever so slightly and with barely a whispered “Shit, that’s hot”, he pulled him into a steaming kiss, morning breath be damned. Before his muddled brain could even catch up with the action, he melted into the contact, their mouths and tongues fitting together just as perfectly as he remembered. When they broke apart again, they were both out of breath, and it gave him the opportunity to study his counterpart in the light pouring in from the windows. Without his glasses, Kazuya looked younger somehow, softer, but definitely no less attractive; in fact, it was unfair how handsome he managed to look this early in the morning, bedhead and all. Speaking of morning–

“Hold on,” Eijun put a stop to any possible continuation of their make out-session with a hand on the other’s chest. “What time is it?”

Those words seemed to do the trick in keeping Kazuya from trying to lean in again, as his gaze turned more awake instantly. Running a hand through his hair, he pulled away to slip out from under the covers and even though Eijun’s first instinct was to admire the tempting bare ass presented to him, he had to stifle a gasp at the sight of the other’s back, covered in angry red lines that without a doubt stemmed from the way he had raked his nails over the skin the previous night. He was still blatantly ogling Kazuya’s physique when he turned back towards him after having successfully located his phone among their spread out possessions.

“Almost noon,” he mused and almost seemed surprised at the time himself. In Eijun, however, the answer triggered a bout of panic and he nearly jumped out of the bed in his haste to gather his clothes.

“Fuck, I gotta go!” Not that he wouldn’t have preferred to continue their activities for a little longer, but he knew that his mum would kill him if he was late for tonight’s dinner. And seeing that he still had to return to his dorm to gather a few things, overstaying his welcome wasn’t an option, no matter how much he regretted it.

He must have made quite the comical picture, hopping around on one foot while trying to get into his jeans, but when he turned to look over his shoulder, for once Kazuya wasn’t laughing or smirking. Instead, he seemed to be looking Eijun up and down, lingering on what must be a myriad of hickeys on his neck, and judging by his gaze, he had the feeling the other wanted nothing more than to rip the offending garments right back off.

“You know, I think you could really use a shower before you go.”

The words caused Eijun to pause in his attempts and when they made eye contact, all of his reasoning as to why he should be leaving immediately flew right out the window. In a deliberately slow motion, he let his pants slide back down his legs and he didn’t miss the satisfied expression on Kazuya’s face as he did.

“I guess I do.” A few more minutes probably couldn’t do any harm, right?

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“I’m home!”

A look around the small genkan, empty except for his and his mother’s shoes, had Eijun heave a relieved sigh; apparently he was just on time. Toeing off his sneakers, he absentmindedly noticed how everything looked the same as the last time he had visited over the Christmas break. Even though the trip to the outskirts of Tokyo prefecture wasn’t a long one, his studies had kept him busy enough not to return to their small family home in months. And despite his mother repeatedly telling him that she was fine with the way things were, sometimes he couldn’t help feeling a little guilty about the loneliness she had to be experiencing at least every now and then.

Ever since his father had walked out on them and chose a musician’s career over family life when Eijun was eleven years old, it had been just the two of them. His grandfather had offered them to continue residing at their house in Nagano, but his mother had declined and after the divorce was finalised, they eventually moved into their current house, which was close to her new workplace. He still remembered the anguish and resentment he felt back then, both towards his father for leaving them and his mother for taking him away from his friends and everything he had known. Of course, these days he knew better, knew how much she must have sacrificed and suffered herself; all the more reason for him to be on his best behaviour tonight.

“Welcome back!” his mother’s greeting echoed his, and when he heard her steps coming towards the entryway, he pulled his scarf a little tighter around his neck. Not that it was all that cold, but he could do without any looks like the ones he got on his way back from Kazuya’s place, either scandalised or smug at the sight of the hickeys dotted along the skin. And he most definitely didn’t want to embarrass his mother, especially not on this particular evening that was so important to her.

“Sorry for coming late,” he apologised once she entered his field of vision, though she brushed his words aside with a smile and instead pulled him into a brief hug. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she had been taller than Eijun at one point, since nowadays he was basically towering over her small body with his height and build. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Dinner is almost done,” she negated with a shake of her head as they pulled apart and turned back towards the direction she had come from, presumably the kitchen, where a downright heavenly smell originated from. “You just go and wash up, they’ll be here any minute now.”

Complying with the request, he shouldered his duffel bag and ascended the familiar stairs towards what had been his room ever since they moved into the house. Like any other time he visited, an almost nostalgic sensation overcame him as soon as he stepped through the doorway and took in his surroundings. As he had taken most of his important belongings with him when moving into the university dorm, the room had a bare feeling to it, far from the colourful, chaotic mess it had once been; yet even with the shelves half-empty and only light discolourations on the walls remaining of the countless posters his teenage self had insisted on putting up, it somehow managed to be his own small safe haven. Dropping the bag by the door, he wasted no time in plunking himself down onto the mattress and almost as if on autopilot, his hand found its way towards the bedside table to grab the last reminder of what was once his utmost passion.

The worn leather was smooth to the touch and even with his eyes closed, he could quite probably describe its exact shape, down to every little tear and stitch. He still remembered the day his grandfather gifted him the ball on his seventh birthday; back then, he couldn’t have known what kind of impact the small item would have somewhere down the road. But even throughout the darker times, when he packed up all other things related to baseball and shut them away, he didn’t have the heart to get rid of this particular item. Besides being a relict from his carefree childhood, it had always helped him to go over the various grips he had mastered throughout the years whenever there was something on his mind – like today.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t met his mother’s “boyfriend” on several occasions already and in his eyes, the man was nice enough; always neat and proper, maybe a little too immersed in his work life, but also easy to talk to. And first and foremost, he seemed to make his mother genuinely happy, something that gained him a tremendous plus in Eijun’s book. Therefore, him coming to have dinner with them wasn’t a problem at all. His son, however, was an entirely different matter.

If you asked Eijun about him, he would neither be able to tell you his name nor what he looked like, after all they had never met each other. All he remembered was that he was supposed to be a regular on the baseball team of one of the Big Six, courtesy of his father’s proud narrations; and therein laid the problem. Due to his history with the sport, no one seemed to understand that he didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. It’s not like he couldn’t stand being around baseball players per se, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to be such good friends with Satoru. But the way he was ripped away from what could have been easily classified as his life blood was just too painful, even after all these years. To be forced together with someone who was quite probably living and breathing the sport was an issue he was facing with a profound sense of scepticism. And he didn’t even want to start thinking about the possibility of having a baseball fanatic for a stepbrother if his mother’s relationship was indeed as serious as it seemed.

As if on cue, the sound of the doorbell rang through the house, followed by his mother’s shout of “Eijun, come on down!”, and he steeled himself mentally, taking one last deep breath.

He could do this.

A short rip to the bathroom later, in which he made sure he looked presentable enough, he descended the stairs to the living area to the sound of low voices coming from the direction of the entryway. The first person he noticed was his mother’s boyfriend, and for once the man didn’t look as tired as he usually did when he came to greet him with a smile.

“Eijun-kun, good to see you again.”

“Likewise, Toku-san.” When they shook hands, Eijun barely noticed someone else entering the room behind his mother, until Toku stepped aside to provide him with a good look at their other guest. And when their eyes met, both of them frozen in surprise and shock, there was only one thought resonating through his head.

What. The. Fuck.

“I would like you to meet my son.”

And as the other, apparently having shaken himself out of his stupor, stepped towards him with that infuriating grin and a sly gleam in his eyes, all Eijun could think about is that he must have angered some deity out there to deserve all of this.