Warning - sexual content. Skip to the second gray line to pick up the story without the sex scene.

POV Midorima

My paranoia demands that I check out the area first. The balcony is obviously an unused spot. The door has only a single window at eye level; I peer inside. The place is deserted and there are no evident security cameras. The ground is clean-ish, but there will be no padding for our intimate exercise. Takao strips out of his hoddie and spreads it out.

"I know it isn't ideal, but –"

"No," I say and back him up against the wall to continue what we'd started at my front door. "This will suffice." The 19 centimeter height difference is inconvenient, but when I slouch, I can reduce some of that difficulty.

"Shintarō," he whispers as I kiss at his neck.

"Yes, Kazunari," I put his hands back where they had began the night, between my pants and flesh. He chuckles. "I've done some research," I say each word separated by a single kiss.

"Oh?"

"Yes, for the best positions for partners with height differences," I tell him. "I found one I'd like to try."

"Tell me," he begs, his nails stop scratching up my back. We part only long enough to tear off our clothing.

"On your knees," I order and he pulls off my glasses, putting them aside carefully before he complies. His insistence that I not see him clearly is confusing, but if he needed me to be blindfolded, I would agree for him. He takes my hand to guide me to where he is waiting on his knees. Without letting go of that hand, he reaches out with the other and strokes me.

"Where do we start?" he asks.

I don't answer, but his voice helps me place him and I am able to crouch down and arrange my knees to either side of his legs. The website is right, in this position, I can lower until I feel his erection slide along my cleft. He shivers, but I know it's not because he is cold. His hands come up to my chest and even though this position does not allow us to kiss without contortions, we can embrace perfectly. We don't have any lubricant, but did some research on that as well. I take one of his hands into mine and I put his index finger into my mouth. I suck on it, tasting all the things he's touched recently. I add fingers until I have salivated onto his entire hand. I can't see his reaction, but I feel his erection bouncing against me and his hitchy, breathless whimpers encourage me. When I allow his fingers to pop out of my mouth, he strokes his penis and then lines it up at my entrance. Whoever is on top sets the pace in this position and he is still as I descend upon him. It is much harder to move without the slick help of lubrication.

"I'm so sorry," he pants. "I should have thought about lotion or something. Does it hurt?"

"This is only second time, of course it hurts," I snap. His body tenses under me. "But it's getting easier. If I wanted to stop, I would. Now shut up and work with me."

His arms come under mine, reaching up to lay his open palms on my shoulders. His head rests on my chest.

"I've read that it will feel better if you thrust up to meet my downward motion."

He doesn't move immediately, but waits until he picks up my pace and then he starts tentatively. I can't think of the words to tell him how I've missed this. He may be kneeling, but in order to thrust up, there has to be room between his legs and his butt. I use this gap to snake my hands down until I can get under each cheek and pull him toward me, showing him what I want. It doesn't take long for my more aggressive movements to encourage him and we are moving in concert in both intensity and duration. He is so deep inside me and his grip upon my back brings us closer together. Our chests rub against each other and my penis is trapped between his belly and mine. The friction, as we move, is flawless.

"Oh," he moans. "Shintarō, I've wanted to be inside you so bad these last few weeks. Please don't make me wait this long again."

It's impossible to prevent; I explode at those words. Takao does not fault me for coming so soon, instead he kisses my shoulder. I look down and we are close enough that I can see him, albeit out of focus. His lip is caught between his teeth and his eyelids flutter against his cheekbones. Staying at my pace is difficult, I can tell. His nails are deep into my flesh already, but he clenches, his back arches, and he throws his head back. If I was not watching so closely, he would have clipped my chin with his head, but I move in time.

"Shintarō," he cries my name and floods my insides, pulsing against me for minutes. He is dazed and senseless and it is my hands, which I now move up his back, that keep him from collapsing. I am not done with him yet. I am thankful for all the flexibility training coach has insisted upon. I can't reach his chest, but when I press my lips against his throat I can feel his pulse, beating wildly. His pace is so different from mine.

"Once a week, at least," I stammer. We are mostly dressed again. I am resting my back against the door and he is sprawled out in between my legs, his head relaxed on my stomach. I unwrap my fingers so that I can stroke his hair. He nuzzles into my touch.

"Hmm?"

"Don't you think? Is that too much?"

"Too much for what?" he asks and turns so that he can look up at me. I have my glasses back now and his skin glows with contentedness.

"You asked that I not make you wait so long again between such encounters."

He closes one eye and studies me.

"I don't want a schedule, I just want you to promise that when you want me, you'll tell me."

"I will endeavor to do so," I say and adjust my glasses. "As long as you do the same."

He laughs and it feels good to have brought that response out of him.

"Silly Shin-chan," he says, switching back to my regular nickname so easily. "I haven't not wanted you, wanted this, not one single day." He reaches out with the hand farthest away from me and places it on my chin and trails it down to my neck. With a firm grip, he uses that leverage to pull up so that our lips can meet in a searing kiss. This is the best birthday I've ever had.