Fourth Kink: Kare-shirt redux

Takao walked out of the bathroom and climbed up the stairs to the bedroom while ruffling his wet hair with the towel. A nice, relaxing bath and straight to sleep with his favorite tsundere, that's all he could've ever asked for.

His aforementioned favorite tsundere was sitting on the bed with a book on his lap, his brow furrowed in concentration. Takao felt a surging need to kiss those wrinkles away, but he held back. Instead he made his way towards his side of the bed where he'd left his pajamas and what he found there made him quirk an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Shin-chan? What's this doing here?"

He was surprised to see his lover visibly stiffen and further bury his face in his book.

"What would you be talking about, exactly?"

Takao grinned. "Are you telling me your Shuutoku jersey magically walked out of the closet and placed itself on my side of the bed?" he asked, a teasing edge to his voice as he picked up the piece of clothing.

Midorima stiffened even more, his nose now completely buried in the text. Takao wondered if his boyfriend could actually see anything with the thing so up close.

"Shin-chaaaan…?" he insisted.

"Takao, I'm trying to read." The green-haired doctor breathed out, but the book wasn't hiding the flush on his ears.

"Uh-huh…" Takao replied, not buying it in the least. "You wouldn't happen to be horny or anything, is what you're saying…"

"N-not particularly."

He sighed with a little frustration. Midorima Shintarou, 23 years of age, still too shy to admit he got excited when Takao wore his old basketball jersey. Oh well, he'd known since the beginning that being life partners with the beautiful ace would often entail going that extra mile to figure out what his love wanted, and Takao was nothing if not patient and observant. He would be lying if he said he wasn't pleased to be the only one who could really read through the prodigious doctor's weird moods and eccentricities.

"Is that so…" he trailed off as he ruffled his hair with the towel one last time to make sure it wasn't dripping anymore before pulling the jersey over his head. Even after all this years, he could literally swim in the thing. As he was making sure the huge clothing was properly positioned –the neckline hanging off one of his shoulders, leaving a little bit of his chest visible, just like Shin-chan liked it-, he caught his lover throwing a sideways glance at him before hurriedly hiding his face behind the book again.

With a sly grin, he climbed on the bed, licking his lips. It was not often that Shin-chan initiated sex –albeit indirectly- and he was not going to let the occasion pass. He crawled towards the taller man, who was clearly growing stiffer as Takao moved closer. His clear eyes found Midorima's crotch and he was pleased to find an already proud erection tenting the front of his black boxers.

"Midorima-kuuuun…" he cooed, a wicked idea taking over his mind. "It is very rude to ignore your captain like that, is it not?"

Shin-chan dropped the book and looked up at him, his face completely flushed and his eyes sparkling with equal parts desire and embarrassment. Takao decided he loved that look on him. "E-excuse me?" he stuttered, still holding Takao's gaze bravely.

"You've been slacking off in practice, Midorima-kun." Takao said, finally reaching his lover and climbing on top of him, his grin so wide it was starting to hurt. "And I'm afraid I'm gonna' have to punish you for that." He ground their hips against each other, brushing their erections together briefly for emphasis, and they both grunted approvingly.

Midorima looked up, his eyelashes fluttering beautifully as his lustful emerald eyes met Takao's. The smallest of smiles curved his lips upwards.

"Whatever Captain thinks is best…" he breathed, his voice deeper and huskier than usual.

Takao's brain short-circuited and he felt something trickling down his nose. Blood to be precise. He saw Shin-chan's small smile grow into a sly smirk.

"Hey, Shin-chan? I'm sorry but I don't think I can keep playing Captain right now," he apologized, making quick work of Midorima's boxers and wrapping his hand around his large erection. "'Cos if you don't fuck me stupid this instant I might go crazy or something."

Shin-chan didn't waste a breath before grabbing his hip with his right hand while the left found its way in between Takao's cheeks.

"I'm fine with that too." He whispered before pushing his index finger inside. When had he ever had time to lube his fingers, Takao didn't know and didn't care, pleasure taking over his mind completely. The sensation was not entirely foreign but it was different than usual, and it took his foggy brain a minute and another finger being pushed inside before he could figure out why that was.

"Shin-chan…" he moaned, rocking his hips trying to meet the pace of his lovers' thrusts. "Did you… nnngh… your fingers… ahhhn gooood… the tape…"

"Yes, I left it on." Was the simple reply.

His lover's brow was once again scrunched in concentration, and this time, Takao didn't hold back the urge to kiss those cute wrinkles away.

"I love you, Shin-chan." He whispered, his arms circling his beloved's strong neck as a third finger was pushed inside him and was quick to find that lovely spot that made him feel like galaxies were exploding in his eyes.

"I love you too." Came the quick reply, no hesitation to be found in the deep, baritone voice before his lips were captured in a slow, hungry kiss.

Three taped fingers slid out of him and Takao felt the hand on his hip guiding him until the head of his lover's cock was nudging his entrance. He used one of his own hands to better position himself before sinking on Midorima's length in one go.

They both grunted and arched into each other, Midorima's mouth quickly finding a clothed nipple and sucking it in to muffle his own pleasured gasps. Takao's fingers dug into emerald hair, encouraging, the feeling of the wet fabric and the movements of Shin-chan's tongue beneath it were pushing him faster and faster towards the edge.

He was about to lift the hem of the jersey so he could touch himself when he felt the fabric closing in around his erection and a large hand stroking him through the clothing. He looked down to find Shin-chan's hand, the tape now messy and dirty, wrapped around his clothed erection and pumping him energetically, as if keen on driving him to his climax as soon as he could. Every stroke sent shocks of electricity up his spine and his vision was getting fuzzier with his approaching orgasm.

"Feels good, Shin-chan… Feels so good…" he moaned, still having trouble catching up with how fast everything had heated up and loving the overload of sensation.

Midorima increased the pace of his thrusts, finding the perfect angle to hit Takao's sweetest spot over and over. He released the nipple from his mouth and moved to the other one, licking it a few times, just enough to leave another wet spot on the fabric, before going back to claim his beloved's lips, gleefully swallowing every moan that spilled from his mouth. His thumb pressed lightly on the head of Takao's cock, pre-cum sipping into the clothing.

"Yes, yes, yesssss!" Takao mewled, rocking his hips erratically, trying to meet the pace of both Shin-chan's hand on his cock and his cock inside him. "So good, Shin-chan, so good!" he moaned into his lover's mouth, their tongues entwining desperately.

It was as if all his sensations were heightened, as if every bit of skin on his body tingled and burst into flames of pleasure with every touch, every move, with every bit of friction. He felt Shin-chan shiver beneath him, what would be a loud groan muffled into their kiss and his insides filled with hotness, finally tipping him into blinding ecstasy.

They collapsed together, a mess of limbs and heat and all sorts of bodily fluids, panting heavily, trying to regain their regular breathing. Instead of rolling over, Takao allowed himself to curl on top of Shin-chan's body, using his chest as a pillow, enjoying how the ragged rise and fall slowly regained its usual pace. There were a lot of perks to being the shorter person in this relationship, and he'd learned to exploit them all to the fullest.

The jersey was sticking to his body, the wet spots on both of his nipples and his crotch were growing cold, but for some reason he didn't really mind.

"That was goooood." He drawled pleasantly, unconsciously drawing circles on Shin-chan's abdomen with his finger.

"It was." Shin-chan finally whispered, one of arms circling Takao's waist.

"Y'know, you don't have to be so shy about wanting me. We've been together for so long…" he said, nuzzling his beloved's chest. Truthfully, Shin-chan's shyness would never stop being cute, but it got Takao irrationally hot whenever Shin-chan dared act a little bit bolder when it came to their sex life.

Midorima didn't reply and there was a moment of pleasant silence, and Takao was getting ready to sink into blissful sleep when Shin-chan's voice broke into his slumber hesitantly.

"Would you…" he began, and Takao looked up to find him blushing beet red. "Would you find it weird if I said…" he bit his lip and removed his glasses, presumably so he wouldn't be able to see Takao's reaction to whatever he wanted to say. "You know I… I always want you. Sometimes like this…" his fingers snuck underneath the jersey and grazed his soft skin, slowly climbing up his left side. "…sometimes… just you…" the fingers fell back to their previous position, leisurely curled on Takao's waist, and Takao had to look away to hide the heat that had reddened his cheeks because it was so unusual for Shin-chan to try and explain his feelings, and even if he teased him about it, when he actually did it, Takao had a hard time controlling his heart-rate. "But I… don't you dare laugh at me, I just… really want you…on this…"he grasped the filthy jersey and twirled the fabric around his fingers. "More than usual… I mean."

Takao smiled and buried his face in Shin-chan's chest happily. Of course he knew that Shin-chan got crazy turned on when he put on that jersey, and under normal circumstances, he would've pointed it out and teased his lover for being so cutely naïve, but seeing how much he had struggled to actually confess it and how embarrassed he was about it, he decided not to.

"Of course I don't think it's weird." He assured, grinning. "Just knowing that Shin-chan wants me makes me all hot, to be honest." He continued, peppering light kisses over every inch of available skin. "Now that I know I'll make sure to wear it a lot more often." He squirmed in delight and rubbed his cheek against Shin-chan's chest, feeling his stomach flutter. "I love you a lot, Shin-chan." He finished, looking up to flash his million-watt grin at his beloved.

Midorima blushed but smiled back, his free hand lacing in between Takao's raven locks before leaning in for a short kiss.

"Hey, if you have the energy, we can play Captain again right now."

Midorima groaned and, in a sudden movement, switched their positions so he was now pinning Takao to the mattress.

"Kazunari. If we play Captain now, you will not be in any condition to work tomorrow." He warned, although Takao didn't miss the heat clouding his emerald eyes.

"Ohohoho? Are you threatening your captain, Midorima-kun?"

TBC

IDK, this just happened. It kind of wrote itself and it became something that isn't really porn and isn't really romantic either. Shin-chan's birthday is around the corner too and I'm working on a fluffy piece for that, but since I hadn't updated this one in a while, I decided to publish it already. Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! Also, my birthday is the day after Shin-chan's so I'm hoping for some comments as birthday presents :P just kidding.