A/N: So yeah, I actually have not posted this on tumblr and probably won't. I was typing this up earlier today avoiding my homework. This has smut and has some uh language because of my potty mouth. So yeah I apologize but not really. I can't help it. I've been in such a smutty mood lately with my fics and they have just been turning out like this. You can just skip this because even I get second hand embarrassment. :P
Sex, love making, screwing, whatever other term people used, it wasn't really something that the smug catcher thought about needing—not that he hadn't ever tried it or read about it (he wasn't an expert either), but Miyuki shouldn't have felt embarrassed about the situation. Yeah okay, it was Sawamura's first time and all, and even though they hadn't ever talked about it or planned it out, it just sort of happened. Kind of like how they just sort of happened altogether. That obnoxiously loud and bold pitcher of his that always had too much to say and never knew when to shut up—well, that same character was the one flustered and whining with shaky limbs as Miyuki opened him up experimentally with his fingers. And yet a hint of pink was on his own cheeks too at the raw display. He possibly used a little too much lube because the sound of him finger fucking his protégé, his pitcher, his boy—they hadn't exactly talked about that either, the display was simply lewd.
Miyuki pushed in a third finger, but pushed it in too fast and watched Sawamura's face scrunch up in discomfort.
"B-Bastard!" Sawamura yelped.
"Sorry~" Miyuki said teasingly. "If you can't handle slight pain we can stop—"
"S-Shut it! I can handle this."
Miyuki smirked. He couldn't help but find that determination adorable, and maybe he was pushing Sawamura a bit, but he was glad that he hadn't actually hurt him.
Sawamura on the other hand, forgot how awkward it all felt after their heated exchange. When Miyuki simply stared at him with that look of lust in his eyes, the look that said he was ready to devour him whole, it gave him chills. They would have simple moments of affection that instantly turned passionate. Their lips would be pressed against one another's, tasting each other, letting their hands wander, it made it all the more pleasurable getting different reactions each time, but this time was much different. They were naked; Miyuki was between Sawamura's spread legs, and this was much further than expected.
Sawamura was only known as his idiot pitcher outside of this room. They weren't exactly friends, but Sawamura always did have this odd familiarity with him. Miyuki knew him as that idiot that claimed he'd become the ace of Seidou since he first arrived. He was Miyuki's kohai, his rookie pitcher. He never really pictured the current scenario ever in his mind until recently. Their relationship somehow took an unexpected twist, but it was also somehow perfect.
Maybe it was because of the stress?
There were better ways to relieve the stresses from games and practice. Maybe it was simply pent up frustration from their unresolved tension from games. After all, everyone had needs—or maybe not. Miyuki eventually came to the conclusion that it must have started as a playful game which then piqued his curiosity by wanting to see more reactions out of the gullible first year.
The first time they kissed was quite awkward with Sawamura staring wide eyed at Miyuki and screaming shortly afterwards, until Miyuki told him to shut his big trap while putting his hand over the other's mouth, because even though they were the only ones in the bath everything echoed. That moment became unforgettable because it then led to the awkward avoidances. It took some cornering in the first year's room to get the loud mouthed pitcher to shut up and finally listen. Then it all truly unraveled.
He noticed how lean the younger's body was, how muscular Sawamura was becoming along with his flexibility when he'd stretch. How Miyuki's mind simply wandered at how far the other could possibly go. It was a dream come true. As he observed Sawamura, more of his amusement and curiosity grew. Everything about him was a new adventure waiting to be explored. Sawamura's look became bolder with each day and kisses weren't as embarrassing to him anymore. Both continued their kissing games of who can be sneakier without Kuramochi-senpai or onii-san finding out, well, Sawamura eventually became an expert at that one.
The part that amazed Miyuki the most was how Sawamura managed to keep up with every one of his games. Although it was to be expected, because the pitcher's determination was not to be taken lightly, but even when he wasn't pressuring him, Sawamura would just take up challenges. He grew to learn that Sawamura was playful in his own way and Miyuki actually liked that. This guy just never backed down, and the catcher couldn't help but respect that. It was one of the things that found him attractive in the first place.
So maybe Miyuki didn't remember exactly how it got to their current relationship, but it did clear up one thing: Sawamura Eijun trusted him enough with this. And maybe it was pretty cheap of him to say that it would definitely feel good after a day of no practice but Sawamura knew. He knew that he wanted Miyuki to be his first regardless of whatever they were.
So Miyuki pressed in hesitantly with his fingers once more, curling them until Sawamura's high pitched, loud moans of pleasure were heard. The enticing sounds that only Miyuki had heard. He was determined to learn all of Sawamura's reactions.
"Ah… A-Ah!"
Sawamura covered his mouth attempting not to say anymore.
"Don't cover your mouth. Let me hear you."
One thing Miyuki did want to hear was his name. For some reason, he needed to hear it out of those puffy chapped lips; he needed to hear it in that whiny tone Sawamura was oh so good at using. Thinking of it simply made him harder than he already was.
Sawamura's blush had spread all the way down to his sun kissed chest and he couldn't help but feel so sensitive and responsive to every touch. Miyuki rubbed over that sacred sweet spot until Sawamura started writhing. A light touch and a graze with his fingertips had Sawamura gasping. He wanted to savor that moment a bit longer but Miyuki decided to be cruel and twist his fingers in harsh and fast. Sawamura instantly screamed from the harsh sensations he received.
Miyuki was always a quick study. He tried figuring out what things Sawamura liked and didn't but he also knew Sawamura trusted him. Miyuki would be lying if he said that didn't make him a bit nervous because at that moment Miyuki saw a tear run down his cheek. Something about seeing Sawamura so vulnerable, so compliant, it was hot but it wasn't the energetically responsive person he knew, so it was worrying. Miyuki also reminded himself to try to not be as harsh, as this was Sawamura's first time.
Sawamura reached for Miyuki and whimpered.
"M-Miyuki… I-I want you...!"
That whiny plead was enough to drive him off the edge, despite another tear trailing down Sawamura's cheek, he complied after seeing the desire in Sawamura's eyes.
Miyuki handled the condom, his hands shook with slight anticipation or possible nervousness he didn't want to admit because this was exactly what he wanted right there sprawled out in front of him. Sawamura was needy and whining with his stretched hole under him, begging for Miyuki to be inside him.
Miyuki's cock was lined up with Sawamura's clenched hole. Sawamura's eyes were half-lidded and Miyuki really wished he could have made it easier but once he made it inside it'd eventually run smoother for them. Sawamura may have started out as an annoying first year who had to prove himself, and he was still doing the same thing, but he was growing at a fast pace. Miyuki realized he was already in deep, literally and metaphorically. After all the exchanges, after all the "games", things wouldn't just stay the same. It wouldn't be a one time thing, those weren't his intentions. Miyuki pushed inside slowly as he watched Sawamura's eyes flutter shut and his lips part for a deep exhale.
Sawamura felt really tight and warm. He gripped the bed sheets and made more whining noises as soon as Miyuki pulled out and pushed back in. Sawamura moved his hips for Miyuki by lifting them to meet at the same time as his thrusts.
And that's how their first time went, with Miyuki taking Sawamura, thrusting in slow but deep, hitting Sawamura's prostate and making him moan out his name with flushed cheeks. The sight of Sawamura's glistening golden honey eyes had Miyuki holding his hips tighter and rolling his hips forward.
"M-Miyuki... Kiss me! P-Please."
Sawamura's words were still coherent enough but broken up with moans. Miyuki's eyes widened, a bit surprised, but of course he grew to know that Sawamura liked affection and touches. Miyuki thrust forward once more, stopping any further motion inside the other's warm hole. He made eye contact with him and sharp amber eyes met radiant gold. Then Miyuki gently connected his lips against Sawamura's slightly moist forehead, traveling down to a dry eyelid from the previous tears, and then a kiss on the other one. As Miyuki moved lower, he gave quick kisses to Sawamura's warm cheeks and finally captured Sawamura's lips with his own as he held the back of his head pulling him up desperately. They began to make love once more.
Miyuki continued swallowing Sawamura's delicious whimpers. Miyuki wanted access so he bit his bottom lip and slipped his tongue into Sawamura's mouth when he gasped. They enjoyed the rest of whatever time they had left because there was only so much more Sawamura could take and the more time Miyuki drove into the other's hole, the closer he was to climaxing himself.
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"So Miyuki…" Kuramochi glared at the catcher that sat across from him.
"What's with the look?" Miyuki said simply confused at the other's slightly hostile aura.
"Could you not make fucking my idiotic roommate a daily thing?"
Miyuki's eyes went wide. "How—"
"You found the wrong person to screw around with. You should know how much of a loud mouth Sawamura is hyahaha!"
The catcher could feel his tolerance drop. He did not want the whole team knowing about his personal affairs, especially seeing as it had to do with Sawamura.
"Yeah, could you shut up about it?" Miyuki said with clear irritation.
"Chill. I was just teasing. Sawamura didn't say it to me. He's just terrible at hiding things and I know he spent the damn night in your room seeing as that's the first thing he said when I arm choked him."
Miyuki sighed as he saw the look of triumph on Kuramochi's face.
"No but seriously Miyuki, you better both keep your damn pants on. We've got more important games coming up and he was already stupidly slow today at practice until Furuya started doing better than him!"
He couldn't believe Kuramochi was lecturing him on being discreet. He simply attempted to look like he was listening until he noticed Masuko and Sawamura come back in with cups of pudding. Miyuki grinned as he noticed Sawamura make eye contact and the boy quickly dropped the pudding in his hand as he ran out the door.
Was Sawamura seriously running away?
"Hyahaha! Wow Miyuki! You must have been bad doing the deed!"
"The pudding…." Masuko had a pained expression while picking up the cup.
Miyuki could only glare and rush out of the room. He was pretty pissed at that reaction. What kind of reaction was that even?
Sawamura's heart was beating pretty quickly and if he were to ask himself why he just rushed it out of his own room as soon as he saw Miyuki Kazuya—a hand suddenly squeezed his shoulder tightly and Sawamura yelped before thinking any further.
"AHHH—MMF—"
"Shut it! My god, you're loud." Miyuki said shushing Sawamura as he put his hand over the pitcher's mouth.
"So, what the hell was that?"
Sawamura shook his head.
"What?" Miyuki waited for a proper response as he removed his hand away from Sawamura.
"I-I don't know? I was—well, I just saw you and I'm embarrassed okay!"
Miyuki blinked a bit trying to process what was said.
"Huh?"
"AH! You bastard! We had sex! I don't know how to feel after that. Do we just act like normal?!"
Miyuki could only chuckle at a flustered Sawamura.
"WHAT?! STOP LAUGHING!"
"Sorry. It's just, that was cute. So you're embarrassed?" Miyuki raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer.
Sawamura took a step back. "Yeah."
"And so then your heart starts beating really fast?"
"Mhm…" Sawamura eyed the other suspiciously.
"And then your face starts feeling really hot?"
Before he knew it, Miyuki trapped his pitcher against the nearby vending machine. Sawamura could feel Miyuki's hot breath hit his ear with every word and Miyuki bit Sawamura's earlobe, earning him a squeal.
"M-Miyuki…"
As Miyuki pressed his body against Sawamura's he could feel his own heart racing at a similar pace.
"You know, I enjoyed it."
Sawamura felt himself getting hotter because why did Miyuki have to sound so damn attractive?
"I-I enjoyed it too."
Miyuki began nibbling Sawamura's ear and traveled down to that oh so sensitive neck which sent sparks to the pitcher's body. Miyuki smirked when he felt something hard against his own pants.
"I can tell." The catcher said mischievously.
And then Sawamura decided to open his eyes only to have a look of horror in him. Miyuki raised his eyebrow once more and turned around only to find Furuya standing a few steps away looking unamused.
"Miyuki-senpai, could you guys move? I've been waiting for you two to leave…" Furuya said, eyeing the vending machine.
So maybe Miyuki needed to learn to really stop letting Sawamura's expressions excite him so much because he honestly felt he became a little dumber each time, but he wouldn't tell that to his idiot partner, ever. So much for making his personal affairs, well, personal.
He promised Furuya he'd catch extra for him the next day, much to Sawamura's disappointment.
End Note: Wooohoo! I am not enjoying finals week... I am waiting for the 17th to be FREE. /cry