Here it is the new chapter! It's another Mature-rated, so if you are uncomfortable with it you could read up to "Sawamura felt precious, important"!
For a glorious moment when he woke up, everything was perfect. Then the events of the night before rushed back into his mind, the strong shaking of his shoulder and Miyuki shouting his name definitely pulled him out of the warm nest he was in.
"Eijun! Eijun! C'mon, wake up!"
He didn't really want to hear him yelling like that, so he turned around hopeful it was enough. It wasn't. Miyuki continued to shake him, and literally pushed him off the bed.
"Ouch!"
"Get up! We overslept! We're late!" Miyuki told him and stormed to the other side of the room. After a second, faster than light, he tossed him something that hit him right in the face.
"Put it on! It'll do for today!"
Sawamura slowly took the fabric and understood it was a uniform. He got up and put it on, his eyes still half closed.
"Hurry up!" Miyuki told him, already dressed, waiting for him with a hand on the door handle.
"I'm ready, I'm ready!" he exclaimed, finishing to button his shirt and starting to follow the other outside.
They jogged along the way in silence, until Miyuki started to laugh.
"What's wrong?" Sawamura asked, wondering if he put the clothes inside out or something.
"It's like your first day," Miyuki smiled fondly.
"Don't fool me again!" Sawamura shouted, getting immediately suspicious as he recalled that first day at Seidou. "What are we going to tell the Boss?" he asked immediately afterwards.
"Leave it to me!" Miyuki grinned, and it wasn't reassuring at all.
He just finished the sentence that they met the coach and were asked their reasons.
"I found him sick in the bathroom," Miyuki said. Sawamura had to restrain himself from calling him out.
"Why didn't you call a nurse?" Kataoka asked unimpressed.
"I didn't want to miss practice!" Sawamura exclaimed too fast to be genuine.
Kataoka sighed, used to Sawamura by then. "Join the others," he ordered and let them pass.
"Sawamura, if you're going to be sick on my field, you'll be banned from pitching for three weeks," he called out.
"I won't, Boss!" Sawamura shouted.
"Don't call me Boss."
"Yes, Boss!" he replied, "It's one week more than Furuya!" murmured, after a couple of steps.
"What?" Miyuki asked.
"Why is it one week more than Furuya? Did he notice we were pretending?"
Miyuki shook his head and rolled his eyes, but didn't answer.
They were about to enter the field when Sawamura stopped dead on his track, making Miyuki turn to give him a puzzled look. "What am I going to tell my roommates?" he asked, with an almost frightened look.
"That's your problem!" Miyuki grinned and then he ran away and joined the team.
"Miyuki, you bastard!" Sawamura yelled and was answered only by laughter.
The moment he stepped in line with the running others, he was met by a kick that made him lose is balance and flail his arms to try in vain not to fall. He knew of course who the kicker was even before the two shadows loomed menacingly over him.
"Kuramochi-senpai! Masuko-senpai! Fancy seeing you here!" he laughed nervously.
"Where the hell have you been?" Kuramochi asked and kicked him again for good measure.
It was all Miyuki's fault if he was in this mess. What was he going to tell them now?
"Well, I don't know if I could say…" he tried to gain time.
"You have to, Sawamura–chan. We covered for you with the coach," Masuko said, his stomach growling with anger.
Damn Miyuki! He was going to pay for— Wait, yes, he was going to pay.
"I promised I wouldn't say," he tried to sound defeated and guilty at the same time, like someone who knows he's cornered, but still wants to try to keep his word.
"I don't care," Kuramochi intervened, helping him up and starting to run together.
"Maybe if you promise not to tell…" he knew the entire team would know by the end of the day.
"Yeah, yeah, we promise. Go on," Kuramochi was obviously curious.
"Well, it's about Miyuki. I went running yesterday, and when I was going back to our room I heard this funny noise. I went to check out what it was and I found Miyuki giggling."
"Miyuki? Giggling?" asked Kuramochi in disbelief.
"Are you sure, Sawamura–chan?" Masuko was incredulous too.
"At first I found it odd too! But he saw me and giggled even more!"
"Why?"
"I don't know, he just did. Anyway, I was about to leave when he started to cry and begged me not to go," he looked at their faces and it seemed like they believed him, "So I helped him to get to his room, but he still didn't want me to leave and confessed he had something to drink. That was when I understood he was completely drunk!" he finished his tale with what he thought was a disgusted but amused tone.
Kuramochi laughed his distinctive laugh. "Tell me you made a video!" he exclaimed, and Masuko nodded in agreement.
It was time for the final touch. "I couldn't," he murmured averting his eyes and playing shy.
"What? You didn't have your phone, did you?"
"It's not that…"
"What is then?" asked Masuko, his stomach growling again in disappointment.
"He didn't want me to leave," he whispered like it was the biggest of secrets, "So he kind of wrapped his arms and legs around me and didn't let go until this morning!"
Kuramochi laughed again, unable to express his content with words. He was probably savouring the moment he would tease Miyuki and spread the story around. Good, so the catcher would learn not to mess with him.
He didn't imagine that the news would spread so fast, though. By lunchtime all the team, not only the regulars, knew already. He was sitting at his place, between Furuya and Haruichi when he felt it, the murderous glare drilling into his skull. In a matter of seconds he saw Furuya fly away, shove aside by an overly smiling Miyuki.
"So, what is it about me kidnapping you?" he asked, with a sweet tone that sent chills over Sawamura's spine.
Sawamura let out a nervous laugh. "What? You don't remember it, Miyuki–senpai?"
"No, I don't. Remind me," he said, his gentle, sweet tone sounded exactly like Oniisan. Everything inside Sawamura screamed "danger".
"I–it's not like that. You didn't kidnap me. You just didn't want to let me go, you see…"
"Is that so?" Miyuki said with something in his tone that made Sawamura understand that it wasn't going to see the end of it soon.
They didn't say anything else, just ate in silence, but the tension between the two of them was clear to everyone around.
That night he sent Miyuki a text saying that he wasn't going to his room. It wasn't because of what he told the team, he just didn't want Kuramochi and Masuko suspect, and when they asked he said he didn't want to be kidnapped again. But if he had to be honest, he was still ashamed about the night before.
For the next few days they didn't have any chance of being alone. He wasn't avoiding him, though, he just wasn't going to his room at night either. He spent his nights mostly awake thinking about Miyuki and trying to find his resolve to meet him. He knew he was scared, and he knew he had to do something about it. He was so lost in his thought that he didn't even react to Kuramochi's wrestling moves. He didn't react either when Kuramochi pushed him out of the room and slammed the door close.
"Don't show your face here until you take that misery out of it!" he commanded and locked the door.
Misery? Was he miserable? He didn't think so. He sighed, it was clear that he couldn't sleep in his room for the night. He had just one place to go. He found himself walking before finishing the thought. He stopped in front of Miyuki's door and check that there was no one around before knocking.
The catcher opened after a couple of seconds, took him by the wrist and guided him towards his bed. They lay down spooning, Miyuki was holding him so tight it was almost difficult to breathe. "I've missed you," Miyuki whisper, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Sawamura replied, shrinking himself, "I'm afraid," he confessed.
"I know."
"I wasn't avoiding you."
"I know. Do you think I couldn't kidnap you if I wanted to?" he chuckled.
Some of Sawamura's tension left his body, and he relaxed in Miyuki's embrace. "I got kicked out of my room. Can I stay?" he asked.
"Of course."
Evidently Miyuki wasn't in the mood for joking, he was still holding him tight, like he could fly away otherwise.
"Are you alright?" he had to ask.
"Mm," the catcher nuzzled his shoulder.
"Kazuya, what's wrong?"
"You're here, nothing's wrong."
"I can hardly breathe…"
"I kind of thought you wouldn't come anymore. Like ever. I kind of thought I freaked you out so much that you couldn't even tell me you wanted to end this," his voice was muffled by the fabric of his shirt, but Sawamura could hear it tremble anyway.
"I don't want to end this. I just needed to think, and probably a push, like literally," he answered with a small laugh. He then struggled a bit to turn around and face the other. They were still so close that their foreheads touched.
"Can I kiss you?" Miyuki asked desperately.
Sawamura laughed. "Yeah."
So he did, slow and sweet and different from that night, precious. Sawamura felt precious, important.
"I have another request…" Miyuki said a bit shyly.
"What?"
"Can we take off our clothes?"
Sawamura genuinely laughed. "Pervert!"
"No! No! It's not what you think!" Miyuki hurried to say, "We won't do anything, anything at all! I just need to feel you close. Please," he said the last word so low it was hard to hear it.
"Okay," Sawamura gave in.
Slowly, like he didn't want to let go, Miyuki moved away, but just enough to take his shirt off without elbowing him, then he fumbled with his trousers. Sawamura was about to take off his own shirt, but Miyuki stopped him.
"I want to do it," he said.
When Miyuki hesitated, Sawamura thought for a second that his hands were trembling, but it was too dark to see properly and Miyuki had already done. They were naked in front of each other, and Sawamura felt himself blushing.
"Turn around." Miyuki pushed him lightly to encourage him to turn.
"Demanding…" he rolled his eyes but complied.
Miyuki held him again, the warmth of their bodies touching was intoxicating, even though Sawamura noticed that their hips weren't touching. He realised that Miyuki was being considerate, asking for permissions, not making him feel the pressure, but it wasn't only that. He could tell that Miyuki was afraid too by the way he was holding him tight, by what he said before, by his hands trembling when he was undressing him, and by that faint red he thought he saw on his cheeks. The realisation made him relax, he breathed out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"How do you do it?" he asked out of the blue.
"What?"
"I mean, I know how it's done between men and women. And I guessed I know about two men, too. But wouldn't it hurt? Not that you'd know, though…" he heard himself saying.
Miyuki chuckled, now getting it. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I figured you'd be the one on top…" Sawamura shrugged as much as the position allowed him.
He felt and heard Miyuki laughing again against his shoulder.
"It's not fixed, you know?"
"So, have you ever bottomed then?"
"No…" he admitted.
Sawamura made a sound that meant he was right.
"A lot depends on who's on top, anyway," Miyuki pouted, poking his side with a finger.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if I were on top, I'd be sure you'd be ready for it. It doesn't have to be painful, Eijun," he explained and squeezed him a little.
"Okay. What about…b–blowjobs?" he stammered embarrassed, glad he wasn't facing Miyuki.
"What about them?" the catcher asked, but there was no hint of mockery. He wasn't playing dumb.
"How do you do it? Do you, like, suck all the time? What do you do with your tongue? What if it doesn't fit? How do you breathe?" he shot all the questions fast, to feel less awkward.
Miyuki chuckled. "You breathe through your nose, idiot!" he said affectionately. "And if it doesn't fit, you use your hands too," he stop abruptly, like he'd caught himself before saying something he didn't want to.
"Okay, but it doesn't answer all my questions…" Sawamura complained.
"I have to show you the rest. I can't explain it through words," Miyuki said with gritted teeth.
Oh. That was why he didn't want to say it at first. Sawamura sighed. "Okay," he replied shyly.
He felt Miyuki relax behind him. Was he waiting for that answer?
"Other questions?" he asked.
No, he wasn't waiting for it, he didn't get it at all.
"I said 'okay'," he remarked, but his voice faltered a little.
"I heard you?"
Sawamura didn't answer that. He wanted Miyuki to get it, but it was too embarrassed to repeat it. Or was Miyuki leaving him a chance to back out?
Sawamura felt it when realisation hit him, Miyuki's body tensed, his forehead wasn't on his shoulder anymore and he could feel him staring at the back of his head.
"Oh," he said, "You meant show you. Oh." it seemed like the thought never occurred to him before now, but then he didn't add anything else, he just pushed his forehead back against his shoulder.
"It doesn't have to be now."
Miyuki didn't answer, and in the silence he noticed it. Maybe it was the slightly ragged breath against his back, or the way Miyuki was holding his hands together that made him realise he was actually shaking and trying to hide it. It was so faint now that he was focusing on it, how long had it been going on without him noticing?
"It's alright. I know." Sawamura reached behind with his hand to ruffle the other's hair. Again Miyuki didn't talk. "I know. You're so close I can hear your heart beating so fast it matches mine."
"Don't say such embarrassing things so openly!"
"What! I can't even see you blushing!" he said in his defence.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Eijun?"
Sawamura could feel the smile in his tone. "Yeah. No. Kinda. Maybe."
Miyuki laughed. "I really need to teach you everything…"
"Well, do it already! I know you're holding back for my sake. I'm not a total idiot!" he kept the light tone, but hoped Miyuki understood he was serious.
"I just… I can be very nasty in those situations," he admitted.
He clearly understood the seriousness, because he didn't tease him about being an idiot. But that didn't mean he had to do the same. "You're always nasty!"
"You know what I mean. Last time you started to see it…"
"You're a control freak, so what? You're a catcher, it's kind of obvious."
"I'm not a control freak!" he whined.
"Yes, you are. And last time I actually liked it a lot… Well, until I didn't… But that's not the point!"
"So what is it then?" Genuine amusement finally creeping in his tone.
"The point is that I trust you. I trust you enough to overcome my own fear."
"Again with the awkward things. I really need to shut your mouth." The smug tone he use and the implication of what he said sent a thrill of excitement running through his body.
"Bossy…" he teased.
"That's what I meant… I can easily fall into old habits and get carried away."
"So what?"
"I want to take care of you instead," Miyuki said defiantly.
"Okay, so what would you do?"
"Turn around. Face up." He loosened the grip to let him.
"Ah, so bossy…" Sawamura repeated, but complied. The moment their eyes met, his heart clenched at the sight of vulnerability in Miyuki's gaze. He found himself nodding at the tacit question for permission.
Miyuki smirked, gaining back a bit of his usual personality. "You're so gonna beg me for more…"
"Try m— Ahh!" he tried to say, but he didn't anticipate Miyuki's hand brushing over his cock.
"Excuse me, what?" teased the other.
"I said 'try m—" but again he couldn't finish the sentence that Miyuki did it again.
"You seem to have some problems talking… Wanna repeat again?"
"You're such a ba— ahh!" this time he couldn't help but jerk his hips.
"Oh, you want more already? Well, maybe if you ask it nicely…"
"I won't!" he managed to say and made Miyuki laugh.
"Alright, alright. But just because I'm very generous…" he said and firmly gripped his fully hard cock.
Sawamura inhaled sharply, eyes wide open on Miyuki's face. The comment he was about to make died when he felt the atmosphere change. Miyuki looked too serious for one who was teasing just a second before. Sawamura must have looked at him puzzled because the other immediately smiled reassuringly.
"Just tell me if something is wrong. Or particularly good, okay?" Miyuki asked in that shy tone he used before.
He nodded, urging Miyuki to continue. Miyuki started to move his hands slowly – too slow, but Sawamura guessed he was doing it on purpose. He didn't know how to describe it though, it felt odd thinking that someone else was touching him, but also exciting – and embarrassing at the same time – since that someone was Miyuki. He probably made a strange sound because Miyuki stopped abruptly and looked alarmed.
"What's wrong?" he immediately asked.
"Nothing," Sawamura heard himself panting, "It's just, I don't know, weird…"
"Weird? What am I doing wrong? Is the grip too hard? Should I change the angle?"
"Man, relax! You're killing the mood!" he laughed, holding up a hand and touching the other's cheek, "It's just a bit weird, I'm not used to someone else, and the grip is wrong… No! I don't mean wrong! I'm left–handed!" he wasn't thinking clearly so he struggled to find the right words.
Miyuki seemed to understand, though, because his face lit up. "Oh! Right! Does it feel that different?"
"You'll see…" he tried to sound and smug as the other, but he didn't think it worked well.
"Anything else?"
"You're painfully slow! If you want to tease it's fine, but if —" he knew he was going to do it again, he felt it in his tone, but could not expect it to be so good when Miyuki's hand went all the way down, fast. His back arched, his mouth open in a soundless cry, and when he looked at the other he saw a mischievous grin on his lips.
After that Miyuki started to move his hand at a steady pace, not too slow but not too fast either, that soon was driving him crazy.
"Faster!" he breathed after a while.
"Sorry, did you say 'slower'?" Miyuki teased, actually slowing down.
All he could do was whining and making Miyuki laugh.
"Faster!" he tried again, hopelessly moving his hips up and down in synch with the other's hand.
"Faster what?" Miyuki was enjoying it too much, slowing down even more.
"Faster, please…" he conceded, knowing that complying was his only option.
"Good boy," Miyuki whispered so close to his ear that sent shivers down his spine. Fortunately he also increased the pace again.
He soon couldn't think anymore. He knew he was making all sort of sounds, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd never imagined this could be so good. Or was it because Miyuki was really good at it? He seemed to know exactly how he liked it, and the constant teasing and whispering things in his ear added so much to it that it build up so fast he almost missed it. Why was he afraid? He had the time to think before he completely lost it.
"Kazuya!" he cried out, his hips jerking erratically, his hand grabbing the sheet.
He almost missed Miyuki going faster, making him come, and then slowing down letting him ride fully that orgasm that felt so different, so much powerful than usual.
Only then, his hand still on his softening erection, Miyuki closed the small distance and gently kissed him, leaving his lips tingling, too sensible.
He heard Miyuki move, not hugging him for a moment, and when he brought himself to open his eyes and look, he saw the other wiping his hands with a tissue. Miyuki looked down to him and smiled before starting to clean him too, gently wiping his stomach. He then tossed away the tissues and lay back holding him close once more.
Was he supposed to say something, like praise him? Or thank him? Maybe he should apologise for not telling him when he was about to come. He turned his head to look at his expression, but Miyuki's eyes were closed and he looked content.
"I— it— I mean—" he stammered.
"Shh, you're killing the mood," he mocked him.
Sawamura sighed, feeling embarrassed. Miyuki probably knew because he kissed his nose, then his lips, and trailed off to his cheeks, and jaw. It was surprisingly soothing. He let him move to his neck, his throat, his right shoulder, the all the way to the left, and then down to his chest, his nipple—
Wait, that wasn't soothing, and he wasn't kissing him anymore. Was that his tongue? He was about to protest, but he paid more attention and noticed that the effect it was having on him wasn't bad at all. He relaxed, decided to let him go on, when Miyuki stopped. He moaned a complaint and was answered by a chuckle and felt Miyuki mouth back but on the other nipple, and his hand replaced his lips on the first one. He never knew that nipples could be so sensible, and just the right stimulus could elicit such an arousing feeling.
Too soon Miyuki moved away though, kissing and licking his chest, and continuing down to his belly, his hands leaving burning patterns on his sides. Weirdly enough it was both relaxing and exciting. When Miyuki reached his hipbone and lightly kissed it and tickled him, he couldn't help but jump a little and giggle. Miyuki did it again and again, and they both ended up laughing.
When they calmed down though, Miyuki didn't do anything anymore.
"Eijun," he called.
The tone was serious and Sawamura realised he had his eyes closed all the time. He opened them now and looked at the other. The question in Miyuki's eyes was clear enough it didn't need words. He slowly nodded, embarrassed but curious.
"Relax," Miyuki whispered, but he was so close to a certain part of his body that his breath made him shiver with excitement and anticipation.
When his cock twitched Miyuki shook his head with a smile. Soon after his tongue was slowly licking his length. Sawamura found it impossible to look away. It was so erotic he thought he could come just for that, let alone the amazing feeling it physically provoked. He knew he screamed, because after a second – while Miyuki was doing it again – he was biting his own fist.
The other stopped – and it was both a relief and a bother – and took his hand away from his mouth and guided it to his hair.
"I want to hear you," he said and it sounded like an order.
He followed with his eyes Miyuki back to his cock, watched him lick it one more time, and then saw the smug look he had before he took the tip between his lips.
For more than a second Sawamura couldn't breathe, but when Miyuki sucked hard he heard himself screaming so loud he was sure the entire dorm could hear it.
Miyuki left him the time to calm down, doing nothing except teasing the tip with his tongue, which made him pant even harder.
When he nodded, to tell him he could go on, it seemed like time slowed down. He could see Miyuki taking him inside his mouth bit by bit, he felt his tongue on the underside, and when he felt him suck time snapped back at his usual speed and he was crying out incoherently and jerking his hips, but Miyuki's hands kept him still. He was also grabbing Miyuki's hair really hard, so he softened the grip. Miyuki hummed approvingly.
"I–I don't think—" but he couldn't continue because Miyuki moved his head down again.
The only thing he could do was screaming his name in warning and trying to pull Miyuki's head away, but the other didn't budge.
"Ka–Kazuya!" he shouted coming undone in Miyuki's mouth.
With an arm on his eyes, his ragged breath, overwhelmed, he heard the sound of his cock being released and Miyuki moving away.
When he recovered enough to peek he saw Miyuki looking at him avidly and drinking an energy drink. Suddenly he felt himself blush. Why was he drinking? Was it that disgusting? Did he—
"It's not what you think, idiot," he said interrupting his train of thought, "It's not disgusting, I could have swallowed it. It's not that."
"W–what is then?" his voice tremble like his body was doing.
"I don't think you're ready to taste yourself, and I really really want to kiss you right now."
"Oh." That's when he noticed Miyuki's erection. Maybe he expected him to do something about it, even if he thought he still needed a couple of minutes. " Well, kiss me then."
Miyuki moved back to the bed and assumed the same position as before, holding him close. He brushed his cheek and smiled. "You're so precious," he whispered more to himself than him and kissed him softly.
Sawamura moved his hand to touch him, but before he could Miyuki stopped him.
"Oi, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he masked the embarrassment with sarcasm.
"I didn't finish with you yet. You still didn't beg me," he explained smirking.
"You can't be serious!"
"I surely am! Well, as long as you want me to."
"Just give me another minute, okay?" he pleaded. Truth was he was still slightly shaking and he felt ashamed for coming so easily.
"As many as you want," Miyuki conceded, resting his head between his shoulder and his neck.
"What do you want to do, though?" Sawamura asked after a while, "Because I don't think I can take another one of those…" he felt his face heat up.
Miyuki laughed. "Do you want to try…" he coughed embarrassed "err, like, afingerinsideyou, just to see if you like it?" he spoke fast and against Sawamura's shoulder, so it came out almost unintelligible.
It took Sawamura a full minute to understand and to get through the shock. He felt his fear coming back, all the bravado dissolving.
"You can say no. It's okay if you don't want now… Or ever. Just say something," Miyuki said.
"I don't want it to hurt," he pouted finally.
Miyuki sighed. "I can't promise it won't hurt at all, but I'll do my best to make it as painless as possible."
"I don't know…"
"It's okay."
Sawamura felt on his shoulder the smile accompanying the words. "I'm curious, though."
"It can be another time."
"I don't think I want that, though…"
Miyuki moved his head to look him in the eyes. "Are you saying you want to do it now?"
"If you promise…" he shrugged.
"I do." Miyuki was dead serious.
"Okay, then."
"Are you sure? You don't have to do it to please me or anything, okay?" Miyuki seemed to be the panicking one now.
"I know that!"
"Are you sure then?" he asked again, and Sawamura felt his hands trembling.
"You're really good at killing the mood, aren't you?"
"Okay, okay!" he laughed and kissed him deeply.
Sawamura could still taste the energy drink and a bitter aftertaste. That until Miyuki pulled away and got up. He watched him go to his desk and search for something. He didn't see what until the other went back to the bed holding a tube, but still he didn't get what it was. It probably showed on his face because Miyuki laughed.
"It's lube," he explained holding it out.
"And?"
Miyuki rolled his eyes, "You're really dense!" he laughed again, "It helps…"
"If you say so," Sawamura shrugged.
"You'll see."
But for a moment he couldn't see anything because Miyuki closed the distance and started to kiss him. He was soon biting at his lower lip and licking it, and Sawamura's head felt light and dizzy but in a good way. He felt Miyuki's hair under his fingers, and Miyuki's hands wondering on his naked body. He felt them stop for a second, and the next thing he knew was something cold rubbing his entrance. He immediately stiffened.
"Hey, it's alright," Miyuki whispered in his ear, making him shiver. "I won't do it if you don't want me to."
He was giving him yet another chance to back out. "I–I want to…" he murmured, his voice broke revealing his uncertainties.
"If you relax, it won't hurt," Miyuki whispered again.
"How can you be sure? You said you never did it!" he almost screamed, he felt waves of panic washing over him.
"I said I never bottomed. Not that I never tried…" Miyuki was looking at him with that serious expression again that was both scaring and calming, like he was in total control of the situation – which he was of course, seeing where his hand was.
"What do you mean?"
"You're so dumb!" he murmured "I did it to myself, idiot!"
"You what? Really?" Sawamura asked, eyes wide in surprise.
"Yes, really!"
"Okay then, go on…" he said and braced himself for the pain he was sure he was about to feel, despite all reassurances.
"I'll count to three," Miyuki said and he nodded, "One… Two… Three!"
He closed his eyes shut and tensed his muscles. After a second he realised it didn't hurt, and opened his eyes to look at a smiling Miyuki.
"You were right!" he exclaimed relieved, and felt his body relax.
It was then that he felt a pressure over his entrance, something sliding in and that cold sensation spreading inside of him. He gasped, but before he could tense again, it already stopped.
"So…?" Miyuki smirked.
"You trickster bastard!" he exclaimed, even though he was glad he did it like that.
Miyuki chuckled, "How does it feel?"
"Weird… Cold but it burns a little, I guess," he pondered.
"Sorry…" he murmured and tenderly kissed him, "You still need to stay relaxed, okay?"
"I'll try…" he said doubtful. It didn't feel that good at the moment, but it didn't feel bad either. Now that he knew that it didn't hurt as much as he thought, he could feel calmer though.
He felt Miyuki's finger slide more, it felt like he could tell the exact shape of it. It didn't hurt, but his body felt like it wanted to reject it. He tried to contrast that, to avoid tensing and he thought he managed, but Miyuki stopped again, letting him time to adjust. He was breathing hard, but he didn't know if it was for the tension, the fear, or the excitement he felt growing inside him.
"Are you alright?" asked the catcher softly.
He nodded, not trusting his voice.
"Why are you still afraid? Does it hurt?"
"I'm not afraid!" he exclaimed indignantly.
"You're shaking!" Miyuki noted, a smile on his lips.
"That's because I have your finger in my a—" but he couldn't finish the sentence that Miyuki kissed him again.
"Tell me when you think I can start moving," Miyuki whispered when he pulled away.
"Moving!?" Sawamura voice was high-pitched.
"Yes, moving, do you think it's just that? I stick a finger up your ass and that's it?"
"Well, how am I supposed to know!"
Miyuki shook his head. "Are you ready?" he said exasperated.
Sawamura nodded, even if he didn't know for sure. Miyuki moved his finger slowly, and left him breathless. He didn't know what he felt exactly, but he wanted to feel it again, he was about to tell Miyuki, but the other did it on his own. It was a weird sensation, the cold from the lube was almost gone, he felt hot everywhere. Since he didn't stop him, or showed he was in pain, Miyuki continued moving his finger in and out slowly increasing the speed.
"More!" he said before he even thought he wanted it.
Miyuki stopped, surprised, "You sure?"
"Yes, yes!" he urged him. He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling though, it was completely different from what he felt before. He just had this crave for more. He felt Miyuki's finger sliding out and moaned.
"Just wait a second!"
Sawamura saw him move away and put some more lube on his fingers. Sawamura moaned again, he didn't want to feel that cold once more, but when Miyuki pressed at his entrance it was surprisingly pleasant.
Two fingers were different than one. Miyuki was taking it easy, let him the time he needed, but two fingers were different. It wasn't painful exactly, but it was more uncomfortable, and it did burn more. But when Miyuki started to move, it also felt different, more intense. Way more intense. He felt himself stretch, and sometimes the fingers were grazing at a particular spot that made his hips jolt and his cock throb.
A part of him registered he was being noisy, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything about it and Miyuki didn't seem to mind, he actually seemed to particularly enjoy it, panting in his ear, whispering nonsense.
He didn't need to ask for more, it surprised him feeling a third finger slipping inside him, mixing pleasure and pain so that he didn't know which once he was feeling.
"Stop! Stop!" he had to say and Miyuki immediately did, looking worried.
"Sorry!" he said, kissing his temple.
"It's just…" Sawamura began but had to catch his breath, "amazing!"
"Oh." Miyuki chuckled, but then his expression changed from worried to malicious, and he started to move his fingers again.
"No! No… Ahh… Nhg… Yes!" Sawamura tried to protest, but failed.
"You're driving me crazy, Eijun," Miyuki groaned in his ear.
Hearing that made Sawamura's mind short circuit. "More, please, please, more!" he screamed, his hands grabbing the sheets, his mouth searching desperately for Miyuki's, who refused it though.
"Are you begging, Eijun?" he snickered, amused.
"Yes! Yes!" he exclaimed.
Miyuki slowed down, "So, what do you want exactly?"
"Faster… More… You!" he managed to say.
Miyuki looked surprised and stopped completely. "What?" he asked, all the teasing in his tone disappeared.
"I–I want you…" it was hard to say it not in the heat of the moment, and he felt himself blushing, "…inside me?"
"That's… That's different, Eijun," Miyuki said, and his pleading tone made Sawamura turn and look at him.
"I want it," he replied firmly.
"I don't know…" Sawamura noted that his cheeks were flushed.
He grabbed Miyuki's wrist and slowly pulled his fingers away from himself, and then pulled the other in his arms. Unfortunately doing so brought their erections to rub together. They both gasped and then laughed in each other breath.
"I really do want it," he said with all the determination he had.
"Eijun, I—"
"I'm begging you, Kazuya!" he reminded him. Knowing that he had him, he couldn't help but grin.
"Alright," the other murmured, glints of lust in his eyes.
He got up and went to his desk once again, searching for something in the drawers.
"Give me a sec…" he muttered, "I can't find it…" he searched some more and then went back to bed, smirking.
"You haven't thought it would happen," realisation made Sawamura speak before he could stop himself.
"No…" Miyuki answered, looking away and blushing.
Sawamura smiled – he liked seeing this side of the other – and felt the excitement that abided for a second coming back vengefully. He answered nodding to the question in Miyuki's eyes and let the other moving between his legs.
Sawamura watched as the other opened the tiny envelope he took from the desk, discarded the foil, and slowly unrolled the condom on his cock, then took the lube and put some on it, stroking his length a couple of times. He was oddly fascinated by it, and he was sure – the smug look in his eyes was proof enough – that Miyuki did it that sensual way on purpose.
He gasped in surprise when Miyuki grabbed both his legs, spread them widely, and moaned loudly.
"You're so hot, Eijun…" he husked, "So flexible… It makes wonder what your limit is… It makes me want to try all sort of things…"
"Stop dirty–talking and actually do something!" he complained, even though it turned him on even more.
"I–I don't think I'd last long," he said, looking hungrily at all his body.
"Duh, me neither," he jerked his hips closer, trying to make him move.
"I don't think I can hold back either…" he continued, ignoring him.
"Don't. Please, just do it…" he whined.
Miyuki nodded and aligned himself to his entrance, gently pressing with his tip. That was enough to make his breath unevenly already, but it was nothing to what happened next, when Miyuki slowly slid inside, groaning and panting. Even though it was gentle, it hurt. He couldn't help himself but cry out, but – as he said – Miyuki wasn't able to stop himself until he was completely inside. It felt too full. Too much. It burned and hurt, and he was stretching but painfully slow. He couldn't breathe, and his legs were too spread they were trembling. He was about to tell him, but he couldn't voice anything, too overwhelmed by the thought that Miyuki was inside him.
To his merit, Miyuki did hold back, he didn't move at all until the burning and pain decreased to mere discomfort. But when he moved, with long and hard thrusts, he took his breath away, and his ability to think too. Sawamura watched as he towered over him, naked and beautiful, completely possessing him, dominating him, shoving their bodies together, without all the worries he had before. It was perversely arousing, and it wasn't long before he couldn't even cry out loud, screaming all his feelings when Miyuki's cock grazed his prostate.
"Please, please, please…" he chanted, but he didn't know what he wanted exactly.
Miyuki had stopped his teasing, he wasn't able to say more than monosyllables. His grip on his legs was slacking, he suddenly let him go, making him cry out for the change of angle, but it was immediately forgotten when he leaned down, weighting on him.
"I can't hold it any longer…" he breathed, brushing his lips.
Sawamura had pulled his weakened legs around the other hips, hands on his shoulder blades, drawing him closer. He initiated the kiss that soon became the way to shut each other's screams as their movements became erratic, and they both came almost at the same time.
It lasted no more than five minutes, but left both of them exhausted. Miyuki pulled out and collapsed on him, his face in the crook of his neck. Even though Sawamura felt his weight and it was hard to breath, he didn't push him away but nestled him in his arms.
After what seemed an eternity, Miyuki got up – looking at him with a strange expression he could place – and efficiently removed the condom, threw it away and wiped his hands and stomach. He sat on the bed and did the same to Sawamura. For some reason it felt more intimate than what they just did.
Sawamura was in a haze. He just had sex. With a guy. Miyuki. And it felt good, more than good actually.
"I'm sorry…" mumbled Miyuki, cuddled next to him. "I wasn't very gentle, was I? In the end I couldn't be that different from the usual…"
"Why are you saying that?"
"Because you're crying…" he looked up at him and Sawamura could see the tears in the other's eyes.
"I'm not crying, you are!" he exclaimed, but when he touched his cheeks and rubbed his eyes he find them wet. "Why am I crying!?" he asked panicking.
"I don't know, you tell me," and there was a hidden plead in his tone, "It was too rough, maybe. I hurt you…"
"No, no it wasn't! It didn't hurt…much," he hurried to explain, "I–I actually liked it. I want to do it again…"
"That's why you're crying?" Miyuki asked, surprised.
"Probably, I don't know! You were awesome!"
Miyuki laughed, "Of course I was!" he remarked, but it was half–heartedly. "You sure you're okay?" he added in a whisper after a while.
"Yes… Don't worry, I won't leave you…" he said, half drifting into sleep and not paying close attention to what he was saying.
Miyuki stiffened, but then laughed. "You never stop to amaze me, Bakamura," he kissed whatever part of him he could find, that was somewhere between his neck and his jaw. "Sleep now, tomorrow we can go out if you want."
"I'd like to…" was the last thing he remember saying before sleep took him completely.
The day after, when he woke up, Sawamura found out muscles he didn't know he had that now were sore like he'd just played a match. Miyuki was still asleep beside him so he took some time to observe him. They were still naked so nothing was left to imagination. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and without glasses he retained that air of vulnerability he saw the night before. He couldn't help but find him cute. The thought made him smile, cute wasn't a word he would have used to define Miyuki before now.
He felt his heartbeat getting faster and a worrying thought – I'm in love with him? – crossed his mind. He shook his head and blamed his still sleeping mind. He kissed Miyuki's temple, stroked his hair and looked as the other slowly woke up.
"Eijun, you okay?" his voice hoarse.
"Mm, good morning."
"Morning."
They stayed in bed for a while after that, both awake but silent. Miyuki was the one who got up first, and he hummed with pleasure at the sight of his partner's body.
"Bath?"
"Yes, bath…" Sawamura answered getting up too and stumbling on his weak legs when he put the weight on them, a spike of pain running down his spine.
Miyuki caught him and steadied him, looking worried. "You're hurt!" he exclaimed the obvious.
"No! I just didn't expect it!" he lied, "I can do it!" and he pushed away the other to show him he could stand on his own. He found out he actually could, and he could also move with just a little discomfort.
They headed to the bathroom without seeing anyone. Miyuki was still so worried about him that he insisted on massaging his legs – where he also found some bruises – but it didn't help him much against the sore muscles and the slight burn of his backside he was keeping hidden. It was satisfying seeing Miyuki so devoted to him though, and he savoured the moment, well knowing it happened just once in a blue moon.
They also managed to sneak out of the dorm, even though Miyuki had to lend Sawamura some clothes – "That's kinky, we should do it more often" "Pervert!" "But it can look like I'm making love to myself!" "Pervert!" – and to Sawamura's surprise, Miyuki showed him places of his childhood around the city.
They had fun, and if he had worried that they would change after what happened during the night, Sawamura found it was unnecessary, because they continued to tease and torture each other as if nothing happened.
Sorry for the long wait!
This is the first thing so explicit I've ever written, and I mean in every language I know! It's also the longest thing I've written in English so far!
It's been a bit difficult and if it doesn't flow that well, I apologise, but it was really hard for me with all the terminology! Anyway, I did it and I proud of myself! lol
Also, I don't actually know if the difference in using the left or right hand can be that much, I just thought it was fun! (I went to the extent of pretending to have a penis and see if one way or the other changed something, but the key word being pretending, you can clearly understand that my method was not exhaustive.)
Thanks to everyone who read, commented, left kudos, bookmarked and everything! I really appreciate it! With 'appreciate' I mean 'squeal and giggle' everytime I receive an email and read your comments!