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Yukimura sighed happily into Sanada's mouth.
In the last few days, Sanada had been really getting better and better at kissing. Now, he was expertly sucking on Yukimura's tongue, knowing the bluenette's mouth like the back of his hand. Sanada knew exactly what Yukimura liked and what made him moan into a kiss. The stern vice-captain was delighted about the new knowledge and the fact he was able to give pleasure to his lover.
And now that Sanada was comfortable and confident, it was the perfect time to move it to the next level.
Yukimura broke the kiss, earning a disapproving groan from Sanada, and began to kiss a trail down Sanada's neck, stopping to nip at the collarbone.
"Ah… Yukimura…" said Sanada. The vice-captain attempted to gain back the control and brought Yukimura's head back up with his hands to kiss him again. Yukimura pulled back, out of Sanada's grip.
"Yukimura?" asked Sanada.
"Sanada, I want to try something else." said Yukimura. "And don't give me that look. Don't be a coward!" Yukimura added when Sanada's face immediately changed to a small worried frown. "I told you I won't do anything you are not comfortable with, but we can't stay in the same stage forever." Yukimura spoke in a gentle voice, showering Sanada's face with small kisses.
"I'm not scared." said Sanada, more to himself. "I just… don't know what to do."
"Sanada..." Yukimura smiled angelically. "It will come with practice, just like tennis. Do not worry about making me happy. I will teach you what I like, and you'll figure it out yourself as well."
Yukimura was completely different when they were alone. On the courts, the Child of God was merciless and strong. The entire team respected and feared Yukimura because of the harsh training he gave them. But when they were hanging out as friends and lovers outside the court, Yukimura was the gentlest and nicest person. Sanada loved both personalities. He admired Yukimura as a better player and captain but also as a good person. Yukimura could even get competitive when they started kissing really passionately. But the gentle Yukimura made Sanada feel at ease and not even think twice about rejecting him.
He gave a small nod to Yukimura, who gave him a loving look. Yukimura went back to giving sucking kisses at the base of Sanada's throat. Yukimura pulled at Sanada's t-shirt's collar to expose a shoulder, which he immediately began devouring. Sanada blushed bright red at all the attention he was getting from the bluenette.
The gentle captain also liked the contrast to Sanada's personality. He was always seen as tough and stern in everything from tennis to school. Yet, Sanada was awkward around his lover simply because he knew nothing about dating and was terrified of doing something wrong. It was a good thing Sanada's love for Yukimura was only surpassed by his trust.
Soon, Sanada felt cold hands touching his stomach. He looked down and realized that Yukimura's hands were now prowling up his shirt, touching and caressing the muscles on his stomach. He didn't try to get away, instead letting Yukimura touch; shivering when he felt the fingers brushing and dipping in the contours of his abs.
"You can touch me too if you want." whispered Yukimura, lips carressing Sanada's throat.
Sanada's hands didn't move, and chose to tighten their grip on Yukimura's waist instead. The hands in his shirt were mesmerizing; rising up slowly to embrace his strong chest. A gasp escaped from Sanada when Yukimura lightly brushed over a nipple. Yukimura went back to the bud straightaway and began massaging it slowly with his thumb. Yukimura brought his other hand up to press on the second nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Heavy breathing and small sounds escaped Sanada. He didn't know his chest was such a sensitive area. In fact, he didn't know that his entire body was so sensitive. Maybe it was just because it was Yukimura touching him.
"Hmmm… Sanada, your left nipple is a lot more sensitive than the other." observed Yukimura, testing the reaction in both individually. Sanada moaned loudly when Yukimura pinched the left one, yet the vice-captain only let out a breath when the right one suffered the same handling.
At that moment, the alarm on Yukimura's cellphone rang, announcing that the school gates would be closed soon and that they needed to go. They both stopped disappointedly. Yukimura really wished his or Sanada's family were out more often; the two of them barely had the chance to be intimate outside of school. He was seriously beginning to consider a love hotel just for the chance to stay hours alone with Sanada without interruption.
It was nice that they were together, but even the kisses were beginning to get rushed. Yukimura liked to slowly explore Sanada, finding new spots that made him squirm and discovering what made him moan in pleasure, but his schedule simply did not allow it.
They both left the locker room and walked home thinking about each other.
Yukimura saw that Atobe had left a text on his phone, telling him to call back as soon as possible. Yukimura sighed, thinking that Atobe was probably bored again and wanted some gossip. Atobe needed to know everything about everyone at all times. Plus his insight allowed him to know more things than anyone.
Yukimura called back. Atobe answered on the third ring.
"Hello Keigo-kun. What are you doing?" asked Yukimura, hearing noises on the other line.
"Having sex." panted out Atobe.
"…Should I call back later?" Yukimura asked uncomfortably.
"No, it's fine. Hiyoshi's riding me. He's not loud." said Atobe. "Now, you know what I want. Spill it. Give me the latest news."
Yukimura rolled his eyes. "Well… me and Sanada got further today… I assume Sanada will be taking off his shirt by tomorrow if things go well."
"About time. I admit, I'm jealous of how lovey-dovey you two are, but damn you move slowly. By the way, why- Fuck! Hiyoshi, do that again, right there… oh yes-" Atobe paused for a breath. "Sorry. Why do you sound so sad, Seiichi?"
Shit. How was Atobe still so observant while on the phone and having sex? Stupid insight. "It's nothing. I just wish I had more time with Sanada. We barely get half an hour after practice, and besides that, our parents are rarely out of the house." said Yukimura, lounging on his bed.
"So?"
"Atobe, our parents might be fine if we are only dating, but not if we are making out and humping in the same house as them. Sanada can be quite loud. Like… when he hits a tennis ball and shouts during a match. It's like that." said Yukimura. Although, the shouting was more like excessive moaning and groaning. Still, their parents would not approve.
"Ahnn… I see. Well, you can always come to my house. I'll lend you a room." said Atobe.
"No thanks." grumbled Yukimura. How awkward would it be to go to Atobe's huge manor just to get intimate with Sanada?
"Shame. Anyways, I have to go. Hiyoshi's glaring."
They both hung up, Yukimura feeling even worse than before.
Sanada walked around his traditional Japanese style house, oblivious to the marks on his neck Yukimura had left while kissing him.
The vice-captain walked to the kitchen. Gen'emon Sanada, his grandfather, was already there sipping tea.
"Hello Grandfather." greeted Sanada.
Gen'emon nodded, but immediately noticed the hickies covering Sanada's neck.
"Genichirou! You finally got laid? It's about damn time!" yelled out Gen'emon.
"What? I did not!" Sanada screamed back in horror. "Why would you say that, Grandfather?"
"That Yukimura's a good kid. Treat him nicely and with care. What a relief, I was beginning to worry that you'd never find someone because you look so old and scary." Gen'emon continued talking. "Ah, youngsters these days. I remember when I was your age and Tezuka Kunikazu and I went to this inn and let's just say things got a little steamy when-"
"Grandfather!"
Sanada frowned at his cellphone. Anyone else would have laughed at the simple design, but Sanada was wracking his brain trying to understand it.
It was a wonder to everyone how Sanada managed to get some of the best marks in his classes, yet still be so ignorant about modern day technology.
'Okay, so you open the phone,' thought Sanada. 'Wait, why isn't it working? That's the on button, so I press it right? But why isn't it opening? … … … Oh I had to hold down the button. Why? That's so stupid.'
Sanada already felt like throwing the device out the window for how useless it was.
'It's on now. So I just dial the number right? Okay so… xxx-xxx-xxxx… … … … great, why isn't it working now? I pressed the numbers and everything! Maybe I should try it again…'
Sanada dialled the numbers again and again with no results. He got angry.
"YOU STUPID CELLULAR PHONE! I WILL DEFEAT YOU! I REFUSE TO GIVE IN UNTIL YOU CALL THIS NUMBER!" shouted Sanada, slamming down at the numbers. Why did he even let Yanagi buy him a phone? The data master had said it was for emergencies, but Sanada was sure the emergency would be long gone by the time he figured out how to work the infuriating device.
The door to his bedroom opened and his six year old nephew, Sasuke Sanada, stood in the doorway.
"You're so loud, old uncle Gen. What are you shouting about?" said Sasuke.
"Hello Sasuke. I was just trying to call a friend, but this phone refuses to dial the number." said Sanada.
Sasuke looked at the small screen. "Uncle Gen, you have to press dial, not just the number… it's this button here."
"Oh."
Author's Rant:
Sanada's grandfather is totally badass in my mind.
And my dad still believes that all anime characters look like girls. -_- I mean, fine if he thinks Yukimura is a girl but how on earth did he mistaken SHIRAISHI for a woman? I do not comprehend this absurdity. He still firmly believes that Cloud from FFVII is a girl too. D: Then again, he still refers to anime as "that chinese crap you like". Silly parents are silly.
Next Chapter: Sanada finally figures out his cellphone (sort of), Sanada takes the initiative in the relationship, and Sanada's Grandfather tries to help.