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A/N: I feel kind of horrible that I don't update this with any semblance of regularity, I'm going to try to be better about that. Hopefully.
Pressure:
"My Yuuta you're so tense. You aren't doing anything with that Mikyu to cause all this stress to your body are you?"
Yuuta groaned as his brothers hands worked the tense muscles of his back. It was the feel of those hands rubbing warm oil into his skin that made all the teasing bearable.
"It's Mizuki, aniki; and what kind of question is that anyway. Of course my extra training would be a harder on my body."
The hands on his back drifted lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of Yuuta's shorts.
"What kind of extra training does Misaki have you doing exactly?"
Yuuta scowled into the pillow that his head rested on, "The same kind that anyone would do, extra work to…" Yuuta trailed off, eyes widening, "Aniki get your hand out of my shorts!"
"Saa, but Yuuta you must be sore down here too; I'm sure that extra training must be rough on your tender rump."
Yuuta couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as Fuji caressed his firm buttocks. He could just picture the smirk on his brothers face as the shorter boy removed his hands from Yuuta's shorts, tugging them down around his knees. He could feel the other boys hard body pressed against him as he reached for the bottle of massage oil on the night stand.
"Don't worry Yuuta, I'll take care of you."
Yuuta's eyes widened at the feel of his brothers slicked fingers sliding into him. He knew he shouldn't have come home, even if he was lured with the promise of raspberry pie. There was no way out of this mess now; he just hoped Mizuki didn't find out. Jealousy was not a good look for the purple haired boy, Yuuta was sure he'd be limping for weeks.