I want to write kissing scenes better so I'm practicing.
It's a win. Not the win, but a win, nonetheless. The entire team is infused with their victory, laughing and shouting as they file through the door and out of the dugout. Furuya can barely contain himself, breathless with triumph and his teammates' cheer. He's the last one in the dugout, standing there stupid with relief, but the crowd hasn't filed out of the stands yet. The roar of their voices, the thunder of their feet. It sends pleasure like molten honey through his veins, sweet and sultry. It felt good. His pitching felt good. This win feels good. He tips his head back and releases a shuddering sigh. Maybe it's like being high or the perfect shivery agony just before orgasm. He wants it to last forever, wants it to end.
He's interrupted by a laugh he knows all too well. Miyuki is just as thrilled as he is, practically vibrating, hard-won satisfaction boiling just under his skin. There's a roar in Furuya's ears and he doesn't know if it's the crowd or his heart.
But he knows how to fix it.
Miyuki meets him in the middle, hands too hard on his shoulders, his neck, his jaw. They breath against each other, desperate and hard, drinking in the anticipation. Furuya gives first, stretching down to capture Miyuki's mouth. It's a fight. As violent and fierce as the game they've just played. Teeth catch at lips, tongues slicking together, panting breaths mingling between them. Furuya pulls Miyuki's hair, wrenches his head back, scrapes his teeth down his bared neck. Fingers scrabble for purchase across his shoulders, down his ribs, under the waist of his pants.
His heart pounds violently, fighting for the second win on the day.
But their battle is postponed.
Someone clears his throat, loudly. Furuya steps back, mouth saliva sleek and breath heaving in his lungs. Miyuki is no better, lips all the more swollen for the shine across them and breath rattling hard in his chest. Kuramochi raises a pointed eyebrow at them, leaning against the doorframe all too casually.
"Are you done? 'Cause the rest of us are leaving."