Fuji knows he has Ryoma cornered in the changing room.
The keys are somewhere, and the regulars are far, too far away to interfere. He expects Ryoma to comply, albeit reluctantly, and he expects to have mind blowing, shatteringly good sex for the next few hours.
But alas, Ryoma has other ideas.
The gropes and touches to his behind are accepted with the barest amount of toleration, and so when the first kiss is initiated, Ryoma bites down, hard. He licks his lips as well, as if to say,
Nice try, but not yet.
Fuji doesn't really respond in pain, but he does open his eyes, barely. The blue irises are almost visible under light lashes, and Ryoma finds himself pinned, unable to move as a shirt is quickly wrapped around his wrists. And Fuji's smile says all as he presses himself into the younger boy, wrapping long arms around the back of Ryoma's neck and back.
You underestimate me, he says.
end