You watch with a sort of lazy fascination as he commands his team in a rousing chorus, singing his praise and Hyoutei's guaranteed success. You smirk as you watch their awe filled gazes. He tosses his jacket to the side and his fans go wild. This is how it should be. He turns your way, tossing you a glittering smile that promises a long night. Gakuto looks worried as your smirk widens.
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He pushes your shirt over your head, as haughty and forceful as he is on the court. You would expect no less. His game with Tezuka has him so tightly wound that only you, only this, can calm him.
He bites your neck, leaving a mark on you. But it's not necessary, he claims you absolutely, demanding everything you have. And you give it willingly, if only he'd touch you. You're intoxicated; you wouldn't give this up for the world.
"Again," you moan hotly as he slides down your body. You don't remember when you lost your shorts but you must've because that is most definitely his hand and- yes, there.
"More," you whisper, needy. You grab his hair, so soft and silky, trying to ground your self as your hips buck into his grasp, all but frantic. Only he can drive you this far with so little effort, you muse. He hasn't even used his mouth yet and you're already mindless. You toss your head back as that moist heat encloses around you and lose it.
"Keigo…" you breathe.
"I'm so disappointed, Yuushi," he inflects after he's swallowed. He lifts his dark eyes to yours and you feel yourself harden slightly at the blatant hunger. He's missed some at the corner of his mouth and you pull him up to his full height. You're three centimeters taller and you know he resents you for it. Apologetically, you bend to lick it but he turns at the last moment and you share a hard, passionate kiss.
"I'll be sure to make it up to you, then," you drawl.
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He lies there asleep beside you, his back to you. And you wonder, as you are oft to do, if such a love can exist. A love based solely on heat, on the sex, on his need and on you being allowed to assuage that passion. And it can, it does. And if that's as much as he'll allow, then you have no choice but to accept. Atobe Keigo makes the rules and you can only try to adjust your life to it. It's become habit by now, the entire school does it without thinking, all wired to his silent orders.
He's asleep and he can't hear you, but maybe it is better that way. You still blush as you mummer, "I'll make sure you're satisfied, Keigo." Your hand cards through his hair, as you whisper, "For as long as you'll let me."
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Atobe Keigo opens his eyes, unseen by you. And he smiles, content with the world. Things are going according to plan.
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You wake up in the morning just in time to hear Atobe saying something in his sleep. You lean forward, eager to catch the soft words. "Mmm, love you, Yuushi."
And your heart can't help but soar as you hear the words you've been dying to hear since you saw his charm point. Yes, you think, things are changing. You've just realized, a silly smile now plastered on your face, that it's the first time you've ever spent the night.