Days After the National Tournament

by devil4devil

Shohoku High has participated in one of the best high school basketball tournaments in the country. Although they were not fortunate enough to become champions, they earned a name for themselves by defeating the Sannoh team, who had been champions for many years. What happens next in Sendoh and Rukawa's lives?

16. Two Rings

XVI. Sendoh was whistling with joy as he walked down the walkway, feeling like his feet were barely touching the ground. Tomorrow would be the most important day for both of them, and he marked his calendar with two red underlines at the bottom and a heart at the top. For him, that was not enough, so he turned back to the calendar and shaded the entire number box with a red marker. He was about to leave the house, but he looked back at the number calendar and doubled the color of tomorrow's date until it was already pierced with too much wetness from the marker pen. Never mind. He just set an alarm on his cellphone calendar for tomorrow. And he will mark and wet the person he is with at the celebration later, at midnight. EEEHHHH!

He covered his mouth from his uncontrollable smile with his palm as he thought about their plans that had to be fulfilled tonight, especially for tomorrow. He giggled inside to see that he wasn't the only one excited about their special day—his parents, who had been greeting them for a week; his teammates, who pushed him not to attend today's practice so he could have full strength overnight and for tomorrow; and his very handsome boyfriend, who always makes him smile all day and makes him cry with pleasure at night.

He stopped in front of the glass wall of an establishment. He wondered if he was preparing enough to lock themselves in the apartment later—he took a shower, put on new clothes, removed earwax, trimmed his growing beard, brushed and flossed his teeth, washed his hands, had well-cut nails, and trimmed and cleaned his pubic hair around his handsome junior. The moment he double-checked his appearance, he was back on his feet and giggled when he saw the location of their meeting point not far away. All of a sudden, his daydream was interrupted when his phone vibrated in his pants, and he quickly removed it from his pocket.

Fukuda: Sendoh!

Sendoh: Bro! I will not attend our practice today. I told you yesterday, right?

Fukuda: I didn't call for that! I just... I just want to ask you something.

Sendoh: What is it?

Fukuda: Jin wants to do that to me. I'm not sure I'm ready.

He chuckled silently as he learned of his curly-headed friend's enormous and challenging problem. Since he feels extremely happy right now and Fukuda is one of his best friends, he will give his buddy the best advice for preparing his virgin ass.

Sendoh: You can visit Kaede's place. I'll give you the long and hard one. There's also one with a remote. The other is vibrating. The other has different-colored lights that blink. Simply select the one you prefer. Okay, bro, bye!

Fukuda: Wait! What are the holiday lights used for? I'm serious, bro. What am I going to do?

Sendoh: Holiday lights? I never said anything like that.

Fukuda: You offered me a long, hard, pulsating one with blinking lights and a remote.

His vision seemed to spin as he thought Fukuda understood what he was saying. He grinned and scratched his cheeks before turning his focus back to the other line.

Sendoh: Hahaha! What I meant was a sex toy. Practice on yourself to become accustomed to your ass. You will no longer be surprised when he enters you.

Fukuda: Why would I use a toy when Jin already has a cock? Maybe you've used it. Yuck.

Sendoh: Hahaha! We don't use that yet! Kaede and I are going to meet today. I can't be late! I have to leave!

Fukuda: Wait! How much does it hurt the first time?

Sendoh: That's easy. At first, it hurts, but after a while, you get used to it.

Fukuda: Really? What exactly did you experience?

Sendoh: My butt stings for a few days.

Fukuda: What? For a few days?

Sendoh: Yeah. Why are you asking me about that? Are you going to let him in? Hahahaha!

Fukuda: I didn't say anything like that. Duh? Hm, did you get hurt or did you bleed?

Sendoh: No. Jin has to be careful about the points he hits. If he makes the wrong hit, you might bleed.

Fukuda: What do you mean?

Sendoh: If he is not able to lubricate his tool properly, he may crush your ass, and then he will hit your bladder. If he pushes too hard, his tool might reach your pancreas. If his tool is too long, it might puncture your liver!

Fukuda: WHOOOAAAA!

One of his hands gripped the lamppost to keep his body steady as he laughed exaggeratedly. He considered scaring him with a scary story because he knew their conversation would drag on indefinitely. He needs to arrive at their meeting spot earlier in order to impress him. He continued walking, as he wanted to arrive there before Rukawa. Suddenly, his phone vibrated again in his pocket. He pulled it out, peeking at the screen.

His brows raised when he saw Mitsui's name pop up. This was the first time he had called him. Perhaps the reason for his call was a major emergency. He suddenly grabbed his chest, and fear quickly ran through his body at the same time as his stomach knotted in fear. He remembered that he was his boyfriend's teammate. What if something bad happened to him? Random bad visions surfaced in his head as he watched his phone vibrate in his grasp. He took a deep breath before he placed his phone on his ear.

Sendoh: Mitsui? What's the problem? Did something happen? Where is Kaede?!

Mitsui: Huh? I do not know. You'll see each other today, won't you?

Sendoh: Ah, yes. If so, why have you been called?

Mitsui: Talk to your curly friend! He's been calling me for a while! I think I'm going to lose my head with this man!

Sendoh: Huh? Why?

Mitsui: I thought he was in so much trouble that he kept calling me! I have so many thoughts right now! But his only problem is that he is nervous about virginizing his ass!

His knees turned to jelly as he went back to a tree to support himself with his loud laughter. His heart almost dropped from the fear that something bad had happened to his boyfriend earlier. He couldn't believe that he wasn't the only one Fukuda would bother with his vigin-ass problem.

Mitsui: He calls more times than my boyfriend! Sometimes, he is the reason we fight! Maybe next time, my boyfriend will think I'm hooking up with Fukuda!

Sendoh: Hahaha! All right, bro. I will take care of him. Bye!

Mitsui: Yeah.

He continued to chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck, imagining Fukuda's face when he reached the point where he would give up his virginity. He regretted not seeing it, but he was sure he was funny to look at. He continued his walk with bigger steps. He didn't realize that many minutes had passed since he got the phone calls. He peered at himself again in a mirrored-wall establishment, checking his appearance again. His palms caressed the side of his standing hair, making sure it was still perfectly erect. He remembered that he had to get there first, so he sped up his pace again. Suddenly, he got distracted again when his phone vibrated on his thigh. He quickly took it out of his pocket, as he was expecting that it might be his boyfriend calling and looking for him. But he stopped again on the side of the road when he saw another name calling him.

Sendoh: Bro! Did Fukuda call you too?

Maki: Huh? No. Why?

Sendoh: Hahaha! Nothing. Forget what I said. Why did you call?

Maki: Um, is it okay if I ask a personal question?

Sendoh: Oh. Yes. No problem.

Maki: Um, have you met Rukawa's parents?

Sendoh: I have talked to them on the phone, but I have not seen them in person. Why did you ask?

Maki: Really? Did they like you?

Sendoh: Perhaps, yeah. Why?

Maki: Really?

Sendoh: Um, I think his mom likes me, but his dad, it's like 50-50.

Maki: Oh. Well, I was just... I'm thinking of introducing Kenji to my grandma.

Sendoh: What? Good luck, bro! When will you introduce him?

Maki: Today.

Sendoh: What?

Maki: What do you mean by "what"?

Sendoh: I want to ask, is your grandmother open-minded to the setup you have? I mean, does he know Fujima, or does he have any idea about him?

Maki: No.

Sendoh: If you ask me, it would be better if you prepared your grandmother for your plan first. Before I brought Kaede into our house, I mentioned her to my parents, and she did the same to me. He told his parents about me before I talked to them on the phone.

His face became serious, as if he felt nervous for his friend. He has confidence in Maki's good intentions, but the issue here is his grandmother. There is a big possibility that his idea of a same-sex relationship is not that broad, which may cause her not to agree with his grandson's relationship.

Maki: Okay. I'll think about it. The truth is, I'm planning to surprise Fujima about this too.

Sendoh: What? Aren't you in too much of a hurry?

Maki: She will know about him, so why not now?

Sendoh: Are you sure Fujima will be happy with your plan?

Maki: Um, I don't know.

Sendoh: Don't take such a situation as a surprise. Maybe, in the end, you will be surprised by their reaction. Take it or leave it. Your grandmother lived in another generation. She may misinterpret your relationship, so it's better to talk to your grandmother about her ideas about same-sex relationships.

Maki: I understand. I will think carefully about what you say. Thanks bro. I remembered to use our gift tomorrow.

Sendoh: EEEHHH! Thank you for the gift. Next time, we will also give you a honeymoon-level gift. Hahahaha!

Maki: Hahaha! Bye bro!

He has to hurry before his boyfriend scolds him. Maybe their lovey-dovey rounds will be reduced as punishment for his lateness. He was now running towards the place, and again he felt his phone vibrate. He shook his head, thinking about who could be calling him this time. He pulled the phone out of his pocket to look at the caller's name. He suddenly stopped running, as if he braked with his heels until his toes touched the pathways.

Rukawa: I'm here. You are late.

Sendoh: Huh? Just wait, baby! I'm on my way there! EEEHHH!

He answered in a bubbly, high-pitched voice as he saw his baby not far away from where he was standing. He ran hurriedly, his cheekbones still raised from smiling, as he reached their meeting place. He reached for his hand, slid his fingers across the gap, and locked with his as they entered the thick wooden doors opening into the sanctuary. Their feelings for each other overwhelm them as they slowly walk the red carpet in the middle of the aisles, with fancy flower arrangements in each row of seats. Sendoh temporarily stopped in the middle, turning his body to face his baby and reaching for the other hand, holding them together.

Rukawa, on the other hand, held his breath, puzzled as to what was on his lover's mind. He gave him a questioning gaze before he could do something silly right in the middle of the church. He was aware of all the eyes looking at them, but he didn't mind what they would think or say behind them. His mind is just focused on what his lover is going to do next.

Sendoh: It's been a month since you agreed to date me. Hm, do you think this is the right time to step up to the next level?

Rukawa: What kind of level?

He answered in a shaky voice, surprised by a sudden question, as if he already knew where it was going. His body freezes momentarily, trying to process what's happening now. He was trying to answer, but his mind was blank. He didn't know where to begin or how he could say it, as his face seemed to prevent him from speaking. As he saw his lover's shining face slowly turning into a sad expression, he tightened his hold on his hands, assuring him he would answer him as soon as he found the right words. To get rid of his lover's doubts about him, he moves forward, makes himself closer to him, and intently stares at him. He was about to speak his mind when suddenly the people in the church screamed in excitement.

Churchgoers: AAAWWW…

Rukawa was shy, as if it were electrifying his entire body to see how many people were chanting for them. He felt ashamed even more when he noticed the projection screens, where song lyrics or sermon notes should be displayed, but his eyes bulged to see that what was written there was "AAAWWW." The flush that creeps across his cheeks was so visible that he made his chin dip down, hiding his face from all the eyes that were watching.

Meanwhile, Sendoh could feel the heat in his ears, which had already turned red, as his head was back and forth, looking side by side, shy to realize that they were being watched in the middle of the aisle. He was puzzled when he saw that the design of the church seemed very elegant. He was certain that there would be an event at this time as he scanned the area filled with white roses with some bright green leaves still attached to the sides, along with every person who was there who was wearing formal dresses. The two of them met their eyes and nodded as they planned to head out of the church. But a hand came to his shoulder, making them stop in their tracks.

Groom: Hi guys!

Sendoh: Hey, man! I'm sorry if we interrupted your big day. Hahahaha!

Groom: It's fine. Showing our love to our loved ones has no special day. We should celebrate it every day.

Sendoh: Hahaha! Yes. Um, we better get going, or else me and my boyfriend will take your place in front of the altar and get married today. Hahahaha!

Groom: Hehehe! Can't be. But if you two catch my bride's bouquet, you can get married afterwards.

Sendoh: Hahaha! Don't try me! Ouch!

His body tilted when he felt fingers pinch him at his waist. He shifted his focus to his side, noticing his boyfriend's wrinkled face, whom he hadn't noticed had been waiting for him for a while now. As he said his goodbyes, he extended his hand to the groom for a handshake.

In the meantime, Rukawa is still on the verge of exploding, as he remembers how his lover looked at him like he was so sure of what he was going to say. He shook his head, convincing himself that perhaps he was thinking wrong, but his heart skipped a beat, excited to hear those words he was anticipating coming from him. It's too soon. It was too early for that kind of commitment. His head kept turning in his direction, feeling restless as if he couldn't sleep tonight if he didn't uncover what he really wanted to say to him.

Rukawa: Hey. You wanted to tell me something earlier, didn't you? What is it?

Sendoh's palm rubbed his face when he suddenly remembered what he was about to say. He took one hand again, rubbing it with his hand, discouraged about telling what was on his mind. Nervousness overcomes him, but he doesn't want Rukawa to notice this. He straightened his slumped shoulders and looked him in the eyes. He remembered another idea that he was certain his baby would love too.

Sendoh: Um, how about we live together in one house? What do you think?

Rukawa let out a big mushroom-shaped sigh as he watched his spiky lover clasp hands under his chin, praying he would agree to the plan. He turned his gaze to the other side, thinking about what would happen when they were together in a house. He doesn't see anything wrong with this idea, but he keeps thinking about the two of them doing that all the time. He loves that idea too, but he doesn't seem to know why he thought this was not a good idea for them for now. He shifted his focus on him again, confused as to why he felt like this had nothing to do with the subject that he was about to hear from him earlier inside the church.

Rukawa: If we live in the same house, you mean, will you transfer to my apartment?

Sendoh: Yeah! I'd rather just move here. You will have a hard time going to school every day at the distance from Ryonan here. It's okay for me to travel a long way every day, as long as I come home here. What do you think?

Rukawa: I'll think about it first.

Sendoh: Heh.

Rukawa: Really? Are you going to sulk again?

Sendoh: Chase me, then hug me when you catch me, and then my sulk will disappear when there's a kiss. Hahahaha!

Rukawa: Gross.

Sendoh was disappointed in himself, unable to believe that it was so difficult to say those words. Such scenes were very sweet when he watched them on TV series or movies, but they were really nerve-wracking in real life. He is certain they love each other so much that his confidence brought him to this position, but he doesn't know why his tongue seemed to retract when he was about to say it. He felt he was always on cloud nine since they started dating, expecting to see more, experience more with him, and imagine what they would look like when they headed to that level of relationship. His lips pressed tight, thinking the worst-case scenario would possibly happen if he continued saying it to him.

---

The entire Shohoku team stood in a row in front of their captain, Ryota, during their practice today. They keep up their intense practice for one of high school basketball's biggest tournaments. In the middle of the meeting, Ryota couldn't help but feel his nerves popping out of his head whenever he heard the soft giggles of the redhead at the end of the row.

Sakuragi: Michi, why is your game so soft today? Are your knees becoming weak? Nyahahaha!

Mitsui: Stop it, jerk! Why are you making so much noise?

Sakuragi: Admit it. When you tell me, no one will know. That's a promise. WOAHHH!

Ryota's nostrils widened with each breath as he threw a ball right at Sakuragi's face. He had been holding back for a while, but the redhead had really run out of patience.

Ryota: You, baldhead! Did you think I didn't notice you? You've been making noise there! You haven't been listening to me since the beginning of our meeting, moron!

Sakuragi: What the hell, Curly? I just want to know why there are changes in Michi's body that I don't understand! Aren't you curious? Michi, your running is slowing down. You're getting tired fast. What is Hasegawa doing to you? Hahahahaha!

Ryota: Yeah! He's right! Why are you so slow now? Are you doing what Rukawa and Sendoh are doing? Hahahaha!

The bodies of the two were almost bent over while laughing, while Mitsui's cheeks were reddened, and he was unable to look at any of them.

Mitsui: You, Curly! Shouldn't you be in the front? The meeting is not over yet! You are such an irresponsible captain!

Ryota: Wait! Why did the conversation turn to me? Are you purposely avoiding the conversation because you don't want to know if you and Hasegawa are already doing that?

Sakuragi: Oi, Michi. Admit it. Only we will know. Promise, we won't tell anyone. YAAAHHH!

Sakuragi and Ryota's bodies bowed to the strong hit of Ayako's fan. Their eyes were shining with tears that were about to fall as their hands rubbed their lumps when they returned to their position.

Ayako: Ryota! I thought you had a meeting! What else are you doing there along with Sakuragi?

Ryota: Sorry, Ayako. Our meeting was almost over, if only Sakuragi wasn't so loud.

Mitsui: You're both loud. Scold them both, Ayako. Even my love life is being investigated here at the meeting!

Sakuragi: You've changed a lot every time we practice! Here on the court, your knees soften, but when it comes to your boyfriend, they become hard! Hahahahaha!

Mitsui: What the fuck are you blabbering about there, red monkey?!

The noisy commotion of the three troublesome ones about love and sports was broken by the arrival of fast-running footsteps that grew stronger until they reached the doorway.

Yasuda: Captain! Ayako! We have a guest!

Ryota: Who? Is it from another school?

Yasuda: No! Rukawa's parents come to visit!

Ayako: What? Where are they?

Yasuda: They're in the other building. They were waiting for Coach Anzai to arrive.

Ryota: Ayako, you also come from the school he went to before, right? What do you think of his parents?

Ayako: Yeah, Rukawa was my schoolmate, but I don't know anything about them.

She stared at the blank faces of the three players, wondering why they seemed serious when they heard the news of their teammate's parents' arrival.

Ayako: Hahaha! Relax, guys! Why do you seem nervous there?

Mitsui: Rukawa informs Coach Anzai that he will not practice today for Sendoh. Do you think they would be happy if he skipped practice for his boyfriend?

Ryota: It looks like they came here to surprise him. If they had notified Rukawa that they were coming now, they should not have come here.

Sakuragi: Do they know he has a boyfriend?

The three troublemakers were lined up, resting their arms on their chests while their chins were leaning on their fingers, thinking about the unexpected happening in the next few minutes.

Ryota: Rukawa doesn't share anything personal with us. Yasuda, call Rukawa.

Sakuragi: Why would you call him?! It won't be a surprise if he finds out that his parents are here!

Mitsui: Are you dumb?! We don't know anything about his parents! What if they get angry when they find out that Rukawa is busy with his boyfriend instead of practicing here?

Sakuragi: Why are you so angry all of a sudden, Michi?!

Mitsui: Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind right now.

Sakuragi: Do you have a love quarrel? What the heck! You guys just started dating, and you're fighting right away?!

Mitsui: Shut up there.

Yasuda: Captain! I can't contact Rukawa.

Mitsui: Wait a minute. I will call Sendoh.

While waiting for his call to be answered, Mitsui cast his eyes upward at the ceiling. He pressed the call button a second, third, and numerous times, but no one answered. He can still hear the operator until some veins on the side of his head come out in annoyance. He had given up on calling Sendoh and did not dial again. When he lowered his head to the normal angle, he screamed in surprise to see all the members waiting for him.

Mitsui: AAAHHH! You don't need to bring your face closer to me! He's also out of reach.

Sakuragi: What else are their cellphones for if they're always out of reach?!

Ryota: I'll call Hikoichi. Maybe he's still at the gym.

He dialed his phone quickly, but before he could put it to his ear, he was startled to see an index finger press the loudspeaker. He was about to reprimand the redhead when, surprisingly, the other line picked up his call right away.

Hikoichi: Hello, Captain! Why were you called?

Sakuragi: Hikoichi! Is there another way to call Sendoh?

Hikoichi: Calm down, Sakuragi! Why do you talk like that? Did something happen?

Ryota: Where will he and Rukawa meet today?

Hikoichi: Um, I don't know!

Sakuragi: No way! Call him now! Right now!

Ryota: Tell him we need to talk to Rukawa!

Hikoichi: Ah, aren't they having a celebration tomorrow? Let's give them time, just the two of them.

Mitsui: It can't be! We need to talk to them! We need to contact Sendoh! Where is Koshino?

Everyone was waiting for the other line's momentary silence. They have no idea why they are nervous and tense. They simply feel the need to inform the two about Rukawa's parents' arrival.

Koshino: Hey. What's going on with you guys? Why are you looking for me?

Sakuragi: Rukawa's parents are here! Both of them are doomed once his parents discover that he is not here to practice!

Koshino: WHAAAT! When did they come? Why didn't you tell us right away?! Hikoichi, call Sendoh immediately. Don't stop until he answers your call!

Hikoichi: Okay!

Koshino: Call Rukawa too!

Ryota: He doesn't answer the call. We have been calling him for a while!

Sakuragi: Why are we shouting?! My throat hurts!

Their hands went up to their necks at the same time as they felt a scratch on their throats from the loud shouting they had been using during the conversation.

Koshino: Is that why you are panicking now because Rukawa's parents are going to separate the two of them?

Mitsui: Huh? No. No. We are just... we're just... wait. Why are we panicking, by the way?

Ryota: Um, because Rukawa's parents will be angry when they find out he's not at practice?

Sakuragi: No! His parents will be angry when they find out that he is busy with his boyfriend today. Nyahahaha!

The three Shohoku players laughed loudly as their arms flew at each other, until their loud laughter grew weaker and weaker, until it vanished due to pain in their jaws.

Mitsui: Hey! Why don't you talk anymore?

Koshino: Don't you know anything about Rukawa's parents?

Mitsui, Ryota, Sakuragi: Huh? Um, nothing.

Koshino: It's your turn, Hikoichi.

Hikoichi: Did you know, guys, that his father wanted Rukawa to go back to America during the tournament because he didn't want to be influenced by people who like to drink alcohol, who like trouble, and who neglect their studies?

Mitsui, Ryota, Sakuragi: WHAAAT!

Why did they seem to feel a strange nervousness in their chests when they found out about their teammate's return to America? Consuming booze? Troublemakers? Academic failures? They perfected the scoreboard to keep Rukawa away from them. After a few moments, the three Shohoku players fell silent and motionless. Ryota caught a glimpse of his two friends out of the corner of his eye. They are completely speechless, have bowed heads, and have blank eyes. The weight on his chest makes seeing them like this even more painful. He turned his focus back to the Ryonan players on the other line. It is as if he has a big lump on his throat when he says his farewell to them.

Ryota: Dude. We have to go. When you contact Sendoh, call me right away.

Meanwhile...

AAAAAHHHHH!

Students in the middle of the hallway screamed as they witnessed the three students running quickly and crashing into everyone's bodies. They all screamed as their crazy, dreadful eyes frightened everyone they passed, causing them to jump to the side to give them space. As the hallway became open, they took advantage of the chance to move forward until they arrived at Coach Anzai's office. Sakuragi swiftly forced the door open, and they were surprised to see their coach standing there, shaking hands with the couple in front of his table. They didn't move as they fixed their gaze on the tall, slightly white-haired man who resembled Rukawa. They swallowed when they noticed him looking at them, as if carefully inspecting them.

Coach Anzai: Kids. Do you need anything?

At the same time, both of their heads simultaneously turned to face their coach. He spoke, breaking their silence, and something seemed to electrify them. Their heads almost dripped as they waited to see who would speak to them first.

Coach Anzai: Rukawa's parents are here. Greet them.

Sakuragi, Ryota, Mitsui: Good afternoon, sir, ma'am.

They greet with their upper bodies bowed at 90 degrees, expecting the couple to respond, but they don't. They raised their heads slowly, uneasy with the eyes that had been watching them since they opened the door.

Coach Anzai: Mr. and Mrs. Rukawa, they are your son's teammates. Mitsui, Ryota, and Sakuragi.

Something seems to crawl on their skin as the couple's scrutinizing eyes become more intense, as if they are being judged at first glance.

Mrs. Rukawa: Coach Anzai, we are happy that you accepted our invitation to meet with you today. Thank you very much.

The three players remained bowed until the couple exited the room. They quickly approached their coach after closing the door, panting, as they were on the verge of passing out in the presence of the couple.

Sakuragi: Gramps! Did you tell them why Rukawa is not in practice today?

Coach Anzai: Yes.

Three Monkeys: WHAAAT?!

Coach Anzai: I told them that I gave Rukawa a break in today's practice.

Each of the three held the other's hands close to their chests and sighed at the same time.

Mitsui: Is that all you talked about?

Coach Anzai: No.

Three Monkeys: WHAAAT?!

Coach Anzai: We discussed their personal plans for their son for the next few years.

Ryota: What plan?

Their coach had a serious look on his face, which caused their eyes to widen in shock. Their hearts pounded again as they awaited what their coach would say.

Coach Anzai: I will find a way to convince them to let Rukawa stay here at our school.

Their emotions were completely drowned in grief when they learned the sad news. Ryota fixed his gaze on their coach, still unable to believe Rukawa had abruptly left their team. Mitsui bowed his head as he reflected on their bonding with the freshman, while Sakuragi's tendon was swollen and he was contemplating how to keep his teammate from leaving.

Coach Anzai: I know you will miss him...

Sakuragi, Ryota, Mitsui: Of course not!

Coach Anzai: Hohoho!

They couldn't move from where they were, as if the event had occurred quickly. They teased him the other day about the brawl he and Sendoh would have in the bedroom during their two-day break from practice. They are unable to accept the fact that he will suddenly leave their team. Sorrow engulfed them until they heard the sound of waves crashing on the beach. The wave of water was accompanied by a very sad song.

Tchu tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu rururu

Sakuragi: AAAHHH! Why is there a background song?! Where did that come from?!

Ryota: Coach, where are they going now?

Coach Anzai: They are going to Rukawa's apartment.

Mitsui: Coach, we have to go.

They ran out of the office and pulled out their phones at the same time. Their hands were almost shaking as they dialed the number, as if they were competing to see whose call Rukawa would answer first. But only tut-tutt can be heard. It seemed that there was nothing else they could do to change Rukawa's fate until they saw his parents walking towards the cafeteria. A light bulb suddenly went off in their heads. They still have a chance for Rukawa not to leave their team. They immediately followed the couple, keeping close behind them.

Mrs. Rukawa: Hi! You are Kaede's teammates, right?

Sakuragi, Ryota, Mitsui: Yes!

They answered in their shrill voices. They kept their faces in an innocent and very kind expression with a cute smile while they were silently observed by her husband.

Ryota: I'm the captain of the basketball team. We can assist you in getting to the cafeteria.

Mr. Rukawa: There's no need.

Their sweat, dripping beneath their uniforms, was cooling by the minute. But they will not be defeated by the intimidating presence of Mr. Rukawa's deadpan expression. They need courage so they can convince the couple not to continue with their plan about their son.

Mitsui: Um. We know Rukawa's favorite. We will tell you everything that he used to eat every day.

Mrs. Rukawa: Sure. Come with us.

They observed Mr. Rukawa's disapproving look, staring at his wife and signaling to him that he did not like their idea.

Sakuragi: Sir, Rukawa has a lot of fans inside. When they find out that you are his parents, you will definitely not have to pay anything.

Mr. Rukawa: I have money to pay.

Sakuragi: Hahaha! I just suggested it, sir. But it's true that Rukawa has many fans!

Mrs. Rukawa's eyes lit up when she heard what the redhead said. As a mother, she was very proud of everything her son has achieved since he entered Shohoku. She became ecstatic to know how many fans her son had gained.

Mrs. Rukawa: I'm excited to see them.

As soon as she entered the cafeteria, Mrs. Rukawa's bright smile quickly disappeared. This was replaced by disgust as she witnessed the size of the group of women that she sensed were her son's fans. They were wearing school uniforms and sitting in several rows of seats, while large posters were spread out on the table. She just covered her mouth with her palm, unable to believe what she was seeing as the girls were caressing their fingers against her son's face on the poster, as if they were daydreaming.

Meanwhile, Mr. Rukawa was staring not far away at the other group of girls on the other side of the cafeteria, holding a poster of Sendoh's picture with a boycott sign on its face. He was taken aback when the three players quickly got there. They grabbed the huge poster from their grasp and gave them a menacing eye.

Girls: AAAAAAHHHHH!

The girls ran in fear until they left for good. Meanwhile, they remembered that they could no longer present a frightening image. They suddenly remembered Rukawa. When his parents find out that they love trouble, they may never see their teammate again. Their fingers stretched their cheeks, and it only took a few moments for them to regain their calm and innocent faces.

Mitsui: Um, Sir, Mam, let's go.

They all went to the open-counter display, where I patiently showed them all their teammate's favorite foods. They noticed that Mr. Rukawa's facial expression had become gentler as they were busy in front of the counter until they paid the cashier. They were touched when Mrs. Rukawa bought something for them to drink and their food to take out. Somehow, their atmosphere was relaxed, but it quickly changed when they arrived at the dining table.

Mr. Rukawa: When was the last time you drank alcohol?

Sakuragi, Ryota, and Mitsui's pores seemed to be about to release large beads of sweat when they heard this. They didn't prepare for it. They looked at each other before thinking of how to answer the very difficult question. There is a spark of lightning coming from their eyes that will send a message to each other so that their answers will be the same. All their language and the behavior they will show to the couple are at stake for Rukawa's stay on their team. They need to say it together without looking like the answer was just guessed. On the count of three... One... two...

Sakuragi: Last month.

Ryota: Last week.

Mitsui: Last night.

A large wave crashed in the background. They are ready to drift in the waves because their answers are different. They are minus one point for Mr. Rukawa. What will happen to the basketball team when they fail to convince Rukawa's father that they are good influences? What will happen to his relationship with Lover Boy? A big wave of sadness drowns them again, like a big wave crashing on the beach, where they find themselves sitting on the rocks while Rukawa has his back to them, walking away from them. They were tearfully left on the beach as the rhythm of the sad song played.

Tchu tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu rururu

Sakuragi: What the hell?! Why is that song playing over and over again?!

They need to fix their mistake. Their eyes met again, and a light bulb went out at the same time! They will try to answer again, but this time equally and simultaneously, with eyes concentrated on Mr. Rukawa. Let's count again. One two…

Sakuragi: Every month.

Ryota: Every week.

Mitsui: Every night.

Mr. Rukawa's expression was just bored looking at the three teenagers, who were obviously lying. It seems that their whole body is covered in ice because of their extreme nervousness and the extreme guilt of the mistake they made. They seemed to be frozen in their seats, looking defeated. Ryota looked at his two teammates on both sides of him. He was saddened to see Mitsui, who seemed to have given up while Sakuragi's ears were turning red. Eh? He looked at the redhead again with a second glance, and he was taken aback when he saw his fist forming under the table. He was alarmed by what he saw, so he suddenly stood up. He was ready to pull Sakuragi outside, but he was distracted by the whispers of the group of men sitting behind their seats.

Man: Did you see the Kainan captain and Shoyo holding hands while walking to the other town?

Man2: Yeah. That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.

Man3: Is there anything more disgusting than that? We also have their version here. Mitsui and Rukawa.

Sakuragi: Repeat what you said.

Sakuragi's arms were already swollen with anger. He stood between the two men, his palms firmly gripping their heads. Ryota rushed to his side to stop him, but his arms were too hard to remove. He turned to Mitsui to ask for help, but his mouth dropped open when he saw Mitsui had his hand firmly on the back of the other man's neck.

Ryota: Hey. This is not the time to fight them.

Man: We are not scared of you.

Ryota: Am I talking to you?

They didn't notice that the couple they were with was standing behind them until they heard Mr. Rukawa calling someone on the phone. They easily let go of the men they were holding, and their faces were horrified when they looked at Mr. Rukawa. They have forgotten their goal for the day: to impress the couple and gain their trust so they don't have to bring their teammate to America. But all the chances were wasted because of the mistakes they made in front of them.

Mr. Rukawa: I want to report these three students who are starting trouble here in the cafeteria.

He spoke calmly but firmly to the guards who arrived. The three Shohoku players retreated, trembling as they saw the guards approaching where they were standing. They stood at the end of the table and just closed their eyes, waiting for the guards to escort them out. They feel hopeless. Sadness prevails in their chests. Their emotion flies them again into the void, which gives coldness to their skin when they hear the strength of the waves again. They felt even more defeated when they heard the sad song that weighed down their aching hearts.

Tchu tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu rururu

Sakuragi: AAAAAHHHHH! WHY IS THAT SONG PLAYING?! MAKE IT STOOOP!

The hands of his teammates quickly covered his mouth because of the noise he was making, but not only his mouth was covered but also his nose.

Sakuragi: Why are you covering my nose as well?!

Ryota: We are even more doomed because you make so much noise!

Mitsui: Stop it. The guards will arrest us. Thank you for everything. WAAAAAHHHHH!

The three hugged each other and cried about all the misfortunes they were experiencing. They stopped sobbing when they heard footsteps coming closer and closer. They remained locked in their embraces while hearing the louder sound of steps near, as if they were synchronizing with the beating of their chests. They wait for several minutes, but still, no one pulls them.

Mr. Rukawa: Wake up.

Their eyes opened quickly when they heard it. They scratched their heads when suddenly the guards and the three male bullies they almost punched disappeared.

Ryota: What happened? Where are the guards?

Mrs. Rukawa: Why were you so scared earlier? My husband called the guards to pick up the students who were sitting here earlier.

Mitsui: I'm sorry about what we did. It is not my intention to fight. I just don't want people to talk badly about us and our friends.

Sakuragi: We are not tolerating any kind of bullying, especially against people who are important to me.

Mr. Rukawa was rendered speechless when he watched their sincere intentions after their violent appearance just now. His first impression of them was that they were not trustworthy, not safe to be with, and only known to cause trouble. After the unexpected situation that happened, he was impressed by how these men are willing to protect their friends without thinking about their own sake or reputation, just to defend the people they care for. He went back to the table, picked up the paper bags with their dinner inside that they bought for the three of them, and handed them.

Mr. Rukawa: Get home safely.

He placed his arms wide behind his wife as they walked out of the cafeteria. It's like a light feeling entered his chest as he realized that his son really did a great job, not only in basketball but also in choosing his friends. His lips curled as he was now convinced that his son was surrounded by the right companion.

Sakuragi: Sir! Ma'am! Wait!

They stopped walking when they noticed a loud shout from behind them. They turned to their backs, confused as to why the three teenagers were running towards them.

Mrs. Rukawa: What's wrong?

Ryota: Madam, will you take your son back to America? Can you postpone your plan? Rukawa has a bright future here, and you will definitely not regret having him study here at our school.

Mitsui: We're not the kindest and smartest, but we promise we won't let your son down!

Sakuragi: They're right! Even if it's just a handsome face we have...AAAHHHH!

Two palms covered his mouth, which he quickly pushed away. He wanted to say his most genius words to convince the couple, but he was distracted by their surprised faces, as if they didn't understand what they were saying.

Mrs. Rukawa: We will not take him to America. Who told you that?

Sakuragi, Ryota, Mitsui: EEEHHH?

They pressed their chests on their palms as their noses blew a big mushroom-sigh shape, as if they had released their previously tense feeling of sadness in one breath.

Ryota: What does Coach Anzai mean when he says he will do everything to keep Rukawa on our team?

Mrs. Rukawa: Oh. Well, Coach Anzai informed us that Kaede will train at the All-Japan Junior Camp next month.

Mitsui: Oh boy. I really thought he was going to leave.

Sakuragi: Hahahaha! Grumps know how to prank now!

Mrs. Rukawa: What he meant was that he would let Rukawa train there, but he would still play for your team. You guys seem so sweet to my son.

Their heads turned in different directions, denying what they heard, their cheeks blushing to avoid the teasing smile of the woman.

Mr. Rukawa: Let's go. I'm hungry.

Mrs. Rukawa: Okay, boys, we're leaving. Thank you for accompanying us.

They watched the couple walk towards the gate, until the redhead and curly head suddenly shocked themselves not to notice Mitsui had already left them standing there.

Sakuragi: Where is Michi?!

Ryota: Probably he's going to see his boyfriend. Hahaha!

As they made their way back to the gym, Ryota's brow wrinkled as he watched the redhead make a serious face as he held the phone to his ear.

Ryota: Who are you calling?

Sakuragi: The wild monkey.

Ryota: YAAAAAHHHHH!

Sakuragi: What the heck, Curly?! What the YAAAAAHHHHH are you saying there?

Ryota: Why are you calling him?

Sakuragi: Grandpa and Substitute need to know what happened earlier.

Ryota's mouth opened slightly when he heard the redhead's intention in suddenly calling the wild monkey of the Kainan team. Inside, he was glad that he was so considerate of other people, even though it was far from his appearance. He brought his attention forward, listening to the conversation between the two monkeys. The two looked at each other when they noticed that the other line had gone silent. Sakuragi was impatient, so he immediately spoke to the other line because of its silence for a few minutes.

Sakuragi: Monkey! Where are you?

Kyota: I'm here, red monkey!

Sakuragi: Did you get what I said?

Kyota: Copy.

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A sheen of sweat was flowing on Fukuda's reddening cheeks as he walked towards the gym. He is not tired. He doesn't have any medical issues, but he's getting clumsier as time goes by. His sweaty palm was trying to get his phone in his pocket, and due to his agitation, he couldn't even easily push his phone in the easiest way. His abrupt movements caused him to bump on others' shoulders, even bumping into their faces by accident, and others he did on purpose, knocking down especially the gossiper schoolmates who still had not finished their gossiping.

He ran fast, panicking at his own ability to knock out the next unlucky one he bumped into and give them another steaming bump on the head. He had to get to the gym and hide for now until he could calm himself down somewhere. Just after he arrived inside the gym, he ran towards the locker in the locker room and sat in the far corner of the room. He put one hand in his trouser pocket to get his phone and quickly put it in his ear.

Fukuda: Sendoh!

Sendoh: Bro! I will not attend our practice today. I told you yesterday, right?

Fukuda: I didn't call for that! I just... I just want to ask you something.

Sendoh: What is it?

Fukuda: How much does it hurt the first time?

Somehow, the weight of his anxiety was lessened now that he had talked to his friend. He knows this guy is always reliable, whether in sports or in love. He wiped the back of his hand to prepare himself for whatever his seasoned friend might advise.

Sendoh: That's easy. At first, it hurts, but after a while, you get used to it.

Fukuda: Really? What exactly did you experience?

Sendoh: My butt stings for a few days.

Fukuda: What? For a few days?

Sendoh: Yeah. Why are you asking me about that? Are you going to let him in? Hahahaha!

Fukuda: I didn't say anything like that. Duh? Hm, did you get hurt or did you bleed?

Sendoh: No. Jin has to be careful about the points he hits. If he makes the wrong hit, you might bleed.

Fukuda: What do you mean?

Sendoh: If he is not able to lubricate his tool properly, he may forcefully push you, and then he will hit your bladder. If he pushes too hard, his tool might reach your pancreas. If his tool is too long, it might puncture your liver!

Fukuda: WHOOOAAAA!

The beads of sweat on his forehead quickly flowed down to his chin when he heard the terrifying possibility once he agreed with Jin. He put his hands on the side of his head to concentrate, shutting his eyes to reflect.

Fukuda: Nothing bad will happen.

He opened his eyes, confidently stood up from his seat, and turned to his phone. He knows someone who can help him in his confusion, enlighten him in the midst of his doubts, and save him from his anxiety. This is the person who became his partner in watching porn to gain knowledge when it comes to the field of giving pleasure to their lovers. He pressed the call button and quickly put it near his ear.

Mitsui: Hey man! What's up?

Fukuda: Hey. You've already done that, right?

Mitsui: What are you talking about?

Fukuda: That.

Mitsui: Why don't you say it straight out?!

Fukuda: SEEEEEX!

Mitsui: Oh. That? Hahahaha! That was fucking amazing. Don't tell me, you still didn't do that, did you?

Fukuda: I already did that, of course! Duh?

Mitsui: Did you just call me to ask if I did that?!

Fukuda: No! Why are you always mad?!

Mitsui: Because my boyfriend is always grumpy! Tell me what it's all about!

Fukuda: Did you let him fuck your ass?!

Mitsui: Um, yeah. Why?

Fukuda: What?! How?!

Mitsui: How?! Of course, his cock fucked my ass! What the hell, Fukuda?! Did you call me to talk about how his cock entered me?!

Fukuda: That's not what I meant! I just wanted to ask what happened to you after you've been fucking in the ass?!

Mitsui: Of course it hurts! Painful! Then I had a hard time defecating for a few days!

Fukuda: WHAAAT?!

Mitsui: Hey! I'm going now! Hasegawa will kill me if I come home late!

Fukuda's eyeballs seemed to bounce from place to place when he heard about another horrible experience from his friend. His shoulder slumped down along with his ass on the seat, observing the continuous ticking of the second hand on the wall clock. The pounding in his chest grew louder. He was confused about what he would do when he and Jin met. He wants to give himself to his boyfriend—all of him. Even his own soul can be pledged for him, but he is worried about his bladder, pancreas, and liver. He also thinks about what would happen if he didn't defecate for a few more days. That would be so painful.

Sendoh is also fond of pranks, so he prays that what he said is mixed with pranks on his other organs. Mitsui, on the other hand, can't expect to talk to him any longer since he has a boyfriend. He suddenly remembers another man, known as one of the most respected athletes he knows. He was his last ace today. This person he's thinking of now is sure to take him seriously, without pranks, and be honest in giving answers. But this man is his boyfriend's teammate and friend. It's possible that what he worries about in life will reach Jin if he asks Maki about it.

He breathed a deep sigh as he put his phone back in his pocket. He stood up, moving towards the mirror as wide as the wall. He slowly moves his body, revealing his ass. His eyes turned glossy at the same time as his lips trembled as his nervousness overwhelmed his emotions. He was on the verge of crying. He could just imagine his boyfriend piercing him in his precious hole as he observed himself in front of the mirror.

Fukuda: What should I do?

A loud bang as the door opened made him jump. He was about to approach his incoming teammates, but he stepped back when he heard Hikoichi's strange announcement. He went to the side of the lockers and stood in a position where they couldn't see him.

Hikoichi: The "Single Men" group has a video call!

Fukuda: Single men?

He extended his neck, trying to peek into the meeting space in the middle of the locker room. He observes Hikoichi with his back facing him, who was checking Koshino and Ueksa's cell phones, which they were placing on their duffel bags. His eyes squinted at the thought of when the group chat with his friends started and what this group was formed for.

Sakuragi and Ryota's faces were rosy as they walked back to the gym with their grins so wide. Just by exchanging knowing looks, they already know what each other is thinking. After they got inside, they quickly ran to the locker room door, looking around to make sure there was no one else before slamming the door shut in excitement. Sakuragi quickly searched the phone for the name of the group they formed since their friends with love lives had separate lives and named it "Single Men."

Kyota: What is it again, Hanamichi?!

His tired voice asked, with water still dripping from his newly showered hair. His eyes were about to open, but he was trying to focus on the phone. Meanwhile, the dizzying sight of Ueksa's phone can be seen on the screen. She is gently talking to Hikoichi to explain why he can't join their phone call.

Ueksa: Hikocihi, I'm sorry. You cannot join this meeting. You are too young for such a sensitive topic.

Hikoichi: Why Ueksa? How delicate are you talking about? Why can't I join?

Ueksa: I will explain this to you later after this.

The freshman's back was hunched as he closed the door to the locker room. Koshino's eyebrows meet when he finds out about the group call while putting on his shirt. When he was about to pick up his phone from the bench, he jumped slightly when he saw their freshman's return.

Hikoichi: Come on! Please! Let me join your meeting! I'm single too! Don't you trust me?

Koshino: We trust you, but we don't trust their faces.

Sakuragi: Oi, do you have a problem with our face?!

Ryota: Um, Hikoichi, listen. Your mind is too young in this matter, so it would be better if you didn't join our conversation. When you're a sophomore, we'll let you join our club!

Hikoichi: Really? If you're going to include me next school year, why not now?

They all scratched their scalps, not knowing what to say to the curious kid. Koshino moved towards him, patting his shoulder as he guided him to the door to save him from their perverted talks.

Koshino: If your sister finds out you're one of us, she might get mad. She might pull you out of the team, and later, she will ask you to stay away from us! You might be separated from us!

Hikoichi: You are right! Okay, Koshino and Ueksa! Next year, I will join the pervert group!

Ueksa: Single men.

Hikoichi: Ahh! Hahaha!

Hanagata adjusts his eyeglasses on top of his nose while watching Koshino's camera as the freshman exits the locker room. He sat temporarily on a bench away from the groups of students who were preparing to leave the campus.

Hanagata: Why did you get called? Did something happen?

Ryota: Nothing bad happened. Well, since everyone is here, we should get started.

Kyota: Let's hurry before Jin catches me!

Sakuragi: If the cupcake has a cherry on top and the egg has the sunny side up, if they did that, who's on top? Nyahahaha!

Hanagata sighed heavily in exaggeration, Koshino crossed his arms in annoyance, Ueksa's fingers pinched his nose to make it close to dripping, and Kyota didn't stop complaining when he found out the reason for the call.

Kyota: What are you talking about, red monkey?! You called this late to discuss that?! Pervert!

Koshino: If we are going to talk about the positions here and how many rounds they do, I'm passed!

Hanagata: Just call again if this is not the topic. Bye!

Ryota was alarmed when he saw everyone, so he immediately thought of a way to understand the strange actions of their teammate Mitsui that affect their practice and also clear the understanding about the intimacy of the same-sex couple.

Ryota: Hey! Just a moment! That's not really what we're talking about. Michi couldn't practice properly for a few days because the pain in his body was getting worse. He was even struggling to walk earlier.

The corners of his eyes sparkled as he caught the attention of his fellow single men. A surprise can be seen on their faces, as Ryota was anticipating that perhaps they have their own notice that is different from their teammates.

Ueksa: Hm, this morning I noticed that Fukuda was acting weird. Everywhere he crashes, everything he touches falls. He's a bit clumsy now.

Sakuragi: What the hell, Ueksa?! He's been weird for a long time! Why are you still surprised?! Hahahahaha!

Koshino: I also noticed him from the beginning of class until practice. He seems to be thinking very deeply, and he is very jumpy today.

Ryota: He's not feeling any exhaustion or body pain?

Koshino: He doesn't look sick. But when he sees the word entrance, he panics.

Hanagata: Huh? Does entrance have another meaning besides enter?

Kyota: Hahaha! Just for that word, he's scared?

He leaned his back against the wall, holding his stomach, laughing at Fukuda's weirdness. Suddenly, he remembered that guy was his teammate's boyfriend. And he didn't notice that his teammate was standing in front of him. He quickly stood up from the bench and hid the phone in his pocket.

Kyota: Jin! Have you been standing there for a while?

Jin: Just a little.

Kyota remembered the last thing he heard about Fukuda's strange behavior, which he discovered today. He frowned as he watched Jin while arranging his things in his duffel bag. He still wonders to this day what his friend liked about the Ryonan player, especially since he knows that guy is weird.

Kyota: Jin, have you heard what weirdness Fukuda is doing? His teammates say he gets scared when he sees the entrance word! Hahaha!

He started laughing again, but after a few moments, it was replaced by shock when he saw his teammate's face turn serious, as if he were thinking deeply. He was taken aback when Jin quickly stormed out to the door of the locker room, leaving his locker open.

Jin: Kyota, I'm sorry, but I have to go!

Kyota: Huh?

Meanwhile, the conversation among the remaining players online remained open. Hanagata also remembered the strange actions he noticed in his two teammates while they were practicing and also inside the classroom. But he didn't want to share it in their conversation because Sakuragi might tease them if he found out.

Hanagata: I'm sorry. I need to go home. If you have plans to hang out outside, give me a call.

Sakuragi: Why are you in such a hurry, Four Eyes? We are just here for you. Don't forget that.

Hanagata's eyes widened in surprise when he heard the sudden worried eyes and blushing face of the redhead as they looked at each other on the screen. The eyes slowly blinking with still-trembling lips seemed to melt his feelings. Suddenly, he felt sad and alone.

Sakuragi: Aren't you sad? The three of you used to go to the gym together, but now you're alone.

Ryota: The three of you went home together, but now you're alone.

Koshino: Before, the three of us went to school until we got home. Three of us share a classroom and eat together during breaktime. But now, I go to school alone. I am with them in the classroom and at breaktime, but they are busy with their cellphones. And I'm going home alone. Alone.

Alone? What does alone mean? Four Eyes reflected on what the word alone meant. He is happy that the love lives of his two friends are going well, but he can't deny that he sometimes feels sad. Sometimes it seems like he wants to try dating because he was inspired every time he saw the spark in Fujima and Hasegawa's eyes. But whenever his friends are missing from his side, he prefers not to force himself to date.

He gets the whole bed to himself, with no one to steal his blankets. No one is looking for him where he is. No one gets angry when he doesn't answer calls or messages. He can watch as many chick flicks as he wants without anyone complaining. But sometimes he felt the awkward moment when he was that one friend who always gave relationship advice to his two friends but still left being single. Alone. It's a normal word, but why does it seem like his chest is heavy, his vision is dizzy, and tears seem to be rolling in his blurry eyes as he hears that word over and over again? His soggy posture returned to a confident one, realizing that seeing his friends happy and having friends in a group of single men.

Hanagata: I'll listen, but don't shove it in my face that I'm alone. It hurts, you know! If Mitsui is always in pain and Fukuda is clumsy, can you share what you've noticed about Rukawa and Sendoh since they started dating?

Sakuragi: Rukawa? There's no emotion in that fox! When it comes to his body, it's probably weak because he's always sleeping! Nyahahaha!

Ueksa: Sendoh is always giggling and never late for our practice. Also, there were a lot of kiss marks after he and Rukawa met.

Koshino: There's nothing changing or strange happening with Sendoh. His body was probably also hurting, but he probably didn't notice because he was so thrilled every day.

Hanagata suddenly thought, realizing that they were able to share such information about their teammates without a second thought, while earlier he doubted sharing with them what he knew about his friends. He didn't go to school with these players or see them every day, but he doesn't know why they only had a connection after the tournament. There's something about them that makes him trust them.

Hanagata: I'll tell you what I noticed about my teammates. Hasegawa was running slowly, and then he suddenly stopped, standing on the court in the middle of our practice. As for Fujima, he seems to have a hard time sitting and always stretches his rear body every time we practice.

Koshino: Eh?

Sakuragi: Don't get me wrong. But is it really painful when they do that?

Ryota: What do you mean that?!

Sakuragi: That! Do you remember what Michi said earlier? He said, "His cock fucks my ass!"

Koshino: What the hell, red monkey?! Do you really have to say that directly?

Hanagata blinked rapidly as he tried to process what he heard. He immediately realized that his teammates might have given up their holes. He once again remembered Fujima not being able to sit comfortably and his accident of seeing Hasegawa once stretching a cheek of his buttocks over the top of his shorts with his own hand.

Hanagata: Um, I need to say goodbye to you guys! I even have something to visit later before I go home!

While Hanagata quickly disconnected himself from the line, Koshino remained with his mouth falling open, and Ueksa was covering his mouth with his palm. Fukuda is straightforward about everything, but he doesn't share any details about his score with Jin. They also know that Sendoh is very proud of his love life, but he doesn't talk about his bedtime routine with Rukawa, except for showing them pinching their groins, Rukawa's hand patting the crotch of Sendoh's trousers, and the latter's retaliation by slapping his ass.

Sakuragi: Oi! Why do you suddenly turn off the connection?! We're not done yet!

Ueksa: Let's gossip again next time, Sakuragi, Ryota. We need to go!

Fukuda's face turned ashen white and pale after he listened to the entire conversation of "Single Men." When he heard the disturbing phrases that Mitsui had difficulty walking, Fujima could not sit properly, and Hasegawa stopped running in the middle of the practice, feeling like his tendons were standing out in the neck, he was even more afraid of being pierced by his boyfriend's baton.

He remained hidden on the side of the locker, waiting for his teammates to come out. When he heard the sound of the door closing, he jumped up and went to the bench to breathe more freely. He looked at the time again. Before, he would run out of campus just after 5 p.m. Now, she can't even run or call her boyfriend because of her growing nervousness. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he heard the special tone that was set just for him. His chin was trembling as he stared at the screen. He blew a big puff of air, since he had no choice but to answer her call.

Jin: Where are you now?

Fukuda: I'm on my way there.

He was perspiring so much from anxiety that he told his boyfriend a lie. He was afraid of physical pain if he gave himself to him tonight, but what he really feared was disappointing him and not being able to give him what he expected of him.

Jin: You're still at the gym, right?

Fukuda: What?

Jin: You haven't left yet.

Fukuda: How did you know?

Jin: You have a quiet background.

Fukuda: Huh?

It's like he's going to melt in the shame of being caught lying. He didn't mean to do it, but he was really nervous about the disappointment he would give Jin. He returned to his original self so that he would not worry about him.

Fukuda: I'm on the highway. Can you hear this? vooooo... vooom! What vehicle is that?

Jin: Car.

Fukuda: Yeah! This is the next one. ooo ooo ooo! What vehicle passed by?

Jin: Um, fire truck?

Fukuda: Yes! You're doing great! You guessed it. Row, row, row your boat...

Jin: Boat. Hahahaha!

Fukuda: Why did you give the answer right away? The song is not over yet.

Jin: Um, is there anyone with you at the gym today?

Fukuda: What?

He was suddenly stunned when he realized that he had been left alone in the gym and that he was still inside the locker room. He felt as if something was crawling on his skin as he sensed the silence in the area. He froze, feeling as if he were rooted to the spot where he was now.

Fukuda: I'm leaving now! I love you!

He said it with trembling teeth. Putting his phone in his pocket, he bolted out, running to the gym without looking back until he got outside. It was like a big thorn was pulled out of his chest when he saw that he was outside. He was still panting when suddenly there was a rustling sound behind him.

Fukuda: WHOOOA!

Guard: Why? What happened?

Fukuda: Nothing. I just yawned.

He quickly broke into a run to quickly reach the train station. While he was running, he was praying that Jin would change his mind or forget what he had requested of him. His face was blank throughout his journey as he ran through thoughts, always thinking about his other organs. His eyes narrowed as he remembered that Sendoh might just be pranking him about how his organs might be damaged. He believes his friend was just getting back at him since he had pranked him before when he and Rukawa hadn't dated yet.

Meanwhile, Jin feels guilty inside when he hears Kyota's loud voice talking on the phone with some players from different schools. He was saddened to discover that Fukuda had become so clumsy, and he was also afraid of the word "enter". He knows how sensitive his lover's feelings are. And he regretted that he didn't even ask her opinion when he mentioned to her that he wanted to let her in tonight.

He immediately imagined the reaction on her face if he insisted on whatever plan he had in mind. He immediately sees his rolling tears, quivering lips, and moans when he enters him again and again. Maybe this is not the right time. His face lit up as he saw him crossing the pedestrian lane. He stood up as he watched him walk towards him. He had already made up his mind. He will not force him tonight. Rather, he will understand if Fukuda disagrees with playing the bottom.

Fukuda looked forward as he walked towards the park where they would meet. He could see it not far away. His eyes softened when he saw his boyfriend standing in the gazebo with his gentle face being hit by a lamp post on the street.

Somehow, seeing him eased all his agitation. All the nonsense running through his mind disappeared. He kept on walking towards him, thinking how stupid he was to ask another person about this kind of stuff that should only be discussed between the two of them. He was his boyfriend. He should trust him from the start and know that he will take care of him. He should not have had doubts when he was asked to do that to him, given that his boyfriend never doubted him or had second thoughts when he entered him. Jin must have been hurt the first time, but he never heard him complain or tell him to stop. Instead, he remembered his boyfriend letting him do what he wanted to do with him without making any demands. This time, he would be the one to give himself to his boyfriend and trust him even if it hurt, even if his organs were going to crush.

As he reached him, without saying a word or giving any signal or hint, their lips met. They pour their emotions into every nibble and touch of their moist lips, slowly sucking every corner of their mouth until their tongues are entangled inside, slurping and crushing each other.

Fukuda: Where are we headed?

Jin: We're going home. Let's go.

Fukuda: Home?

He asked, panting as their hands groped to each other's shirts and gasped for breath amidst savage kisses. Suddenly, he felt something strange—something hot and hard on his pants. His eyes quickly peeked at his crotch. His eyes narrowed as if he wanted to preach to his son to calm down. But it's too late. His dick was already hardening in his trousers, and he wondered if he had sweat-stained briefs under his trousers or if his underwear was just getting moist on his drooling junior. As he looked back at Jin, he wondered why he seemed to take him seriously.

Fukuda: What's wrong?

Jin: Fuku. I already know what bothers you. I'm very sorry if I put you under pressure. I didn't mean to force you to do that for me. I just thought, maybe you would like me to do that to you, like what you did to me, like the other couples' doing.

He stared as he heard him apologize. He was moved and touched by his always being understanding in all situations, even if he hasn't said it yet. He admits to himself that he was afraid, but this time, he has had a second thought about telling him that maybe he can fulfill his boyfriend's request.

Fukuda: I will try.

He felt strong arms and a hard body leaning against him, which made him electrified in his skin and his junior wide awake even more. He felt so warm as he was being kissed on the side of his head. Arms squeezed him as the solid-muscle torso crushed into him even tighter. When their bodies separated from the embrace, Jin moved back to look him in the eye as he grinned.

Fukuda: I will do everything you wish. I take you, Jin-Jin, to be my boyfriend, for better or for worse, for pleasure or for pain, until we reach heaven.

Jin was too flabbergasted to follow those sweet words. He wasn't used to straight-acting guys being so comfortable with being gay, but he was admiring him at the same time. He held his gaze long enough for him to really be off balance. The blatant anticipation of what was to come was greater than he'd ever seen.

Fukuda: I'm ready.

He smiled sweetly as he saw him wink at him when they entered the door. He observed the sight of his athletic body in motion, from his nape to his ass. He was raging hard and had to painfully adjust himself to get himself onto the couch. He felt his dick throbbing in his boxers, and his balls were so sensitive as he settled in. He felt like the stimulation of the fabric on his balls might make him shoot off in his pants every time their skin touched, long enough for his leaking, throbbing dick to soak his underwear.

His brain caught up with all the longing for this man that he had noticed a long time ago. Since he sat beside him, his hard-on got painfully twisted up in his trousers. His perverted self-asked himself if he was going to eat or fuck his fine ass, or if he was going to have his hand in his short black hair while he invaded his throat, or if his hole would be stretched, or even his jaw, and his hair would be pulled by his hands. With any luck, all of the above increased his pre-cum flow, and his moist underwear was already sticking to his pubes.

Fukuda's sweat dripped when he felt the couch sinking, a sign that a predator was approaching, ready to catch him and eat him. He swallowed when he saw Jin slowly moving his ass towards him with his eyes meeting the hungriest look he'd ever seen in a man, like he'd seen in p*rnstars in many films. He felt he was already stuck in the couch corner, realizing he had nowhere to retreat.

Fukuda: I'm serious, Jin-Jin. Don't try to look at me like that. You are a good boy, right?

He said this to him, and as his eyes were trembling to see him, he grinned at him, almost wider than his handsome face. He quickly covered his crotch with his hands to hide it from the hungry eyes that had been focused on his bulging pants crotch.

Jin: I'm not really a good boy.

He said it whispery, and in a flash, he dropped to his knees in front of him with a groan. He seemed to swallow a watermelon-size lump as he watched him look up at him as his hands hastily unfastened his belt. As he pulled down the trouser and separated his thigh, Jin pushed his face into the boxers and inhaled loudly as he rubbed his face on the hard surface. He ground his face into the pipe-hard dick through the drenched fabric of his boxers, moaning with each sniff. He covered his mouth with his hands, trying to stop his mouth from screaming.

Fukuda: Hey! Who taught you that?

Jin: I watched these moves on your phone. Why? Don't you like it?

Fukuda: Um. I didn't say that. Okay. Continue. For a good harvest.

He couldn't help himself from letting out a stuttering moan from his mouth as he watched his boyfriend play his junior. He is a bit tickled by the way his face keeps rubbing his dick, the left cheek then the right alternately grinding on his dick. The grip of his fingers tightened on the edge of the sofa, almost ripping it, as he was getting hornier as time went on, hearing the moan and breath sniffing his dick. He let out a big breath, not holding back any longer, so he thrust his dick at that face.

Fukuda: Fuck Jin-Jin! I'm seriously saying I'm so fucking close to blasting now!

He noticed him chuckle as he caught his breath. Without warning, Jin untied his shoelace, pulled his shoes off, and quickly grabbed the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and undressing him. He held his arms, making his boyfriend stand up, pulled off the shirt, revealing his body, and hurriedly pulled down his trousers. He looked at him as he noticed him laughing when his dick spewed more pre-cum into his briefs.

Fukuda: Hey! Don't piss him off, or else he will pierce you!

Jin: How about you bring that to my mouth?

Fukuda: WHAT? Um, wait, I will think first. Mmmmm, sure!

Fukuda noticed his boyfriend's shoes at the side. He quickly wore it to check the size. He opened his mouth wide, realizing the length of it. They even have the same size. He suddenly imagined how far his boyfriend's cock would reach into his ass once they got there. He kicked them away, as it made him nervous this time.

Jin: Do you like big?

Fukuda: Are you scaring me? Heh! Nothing would scare me.

Jin: Really? What will you choose? Big or long?

Fukuda: Nevermind the size or length. As long as it's yours, just give it to me, baby!

He pulled off his briefs and threw them toward Jin in a teasing way. He laughed, expecting it would hit Jin's face; instead, he snatched it up into the air and brought it to his face. Fukuda's soul seemed to leave his body when he saw how his boyfriend seemed to transform into a perverted lover. He covered his mouth as he watched his man loudly inhale, rubbing his face on his briefs as he sniffed it deeply with his eyes closed.

Jin: Mmmmm. You always smell good.

Fukuda: Oh my Gosh, Jin! Are you still not used to it? Duh?

He stammered his answer, as he still couldn't process what miracle was happening behind Jin's new side that he never thought was possible. Meanwhile, in his most lusty appearance, Jin flung his arms towards his lover, hugging him so tight that his mind was flashing back to how they started and how this curly head got his attention. He smiles as he remembers the first time he saw him.

His face seemed so grumpy; even though he hadn't said anything yet, his face already told everyone to get out of his sight. But one day, he saw him at his softest side—the gentle part of him that he didn't expect to see—when Fukuda's proud eyes turned into trembling and soft eyes, and tears almost fell down on his cheeks as his team lost against their team during their mid-school. He chased him, searching for him all over the place, until he reached the locker room. He just shook his head, disappointed that he hadn't found him anywhere. As he was about to exit the room, a hand grabbed the doorknob, locking it. He turned to his back, now looking at Fukuda's blank eyes staring at him.

Jin: Are you okay? It's just a game. But if you really feel bad about my team winning, how about I treat you tonight?

Fukuda: Who said I felt bad about losing? Heh!

Jin: Well, I just want to make sure you're feeling better.

Jin wondered when Fukuda turned his back on him, not moving, and didn't say a word. His shoulder slumped, and he lost the courage to talk to him, so he ended up just going out of the rest room and giving the man a space to breathe alone.

Fukuda was somewhat tilting his head to take a glance at the face that was buried to his neck as he felt the mouth curving into a smile. He placed his hand on the hair, massaging it as he remembered how he and his boyfriend used to be when they were in school together. He remembered their brief exchange of glances and brief talks, as if offering to make him feel better when he lost his first game as a basketball player.

He wanted to confront him since he didn't want to look embarrassed after learning someone saw him crying. But when Jin mentioned their defeat, seeing his face, his quiet voice, his language marking his ears, and his gentle face, which was so sincere like his words, he forgot what he was about to do to him. He never felt touched by the gesture of someone he didn't know, especially from a guy like him. He had only said a few words yet, but he felt like his whole body was turning red, especially when their eyes met.

He chose to turn his back on him because of his shyness toward him, which electrifies his whole body. But he didn't know. He wasted that opportunity to get to know each other better. He was very regretful at that time, trying to start a conversation with him every time he saw him, but he always overcame his feeling of shyness. And it was even harder for him to get attached to him when he moved to Ryonan.

His arms clutched his boyfriend even tighter. He realized it was no longer important to him. The important thing is that they have told each other their feelings comfortably without hiding anything and will never let go of each other again.

Jin lifted his face and turned to face Fukuda. In a quick motion, his mouth was caught by a hungry lip craving to nibble his, and he responded to it with a need for the familiarity of that arousal—a need that burst out of somewhere they'd locked up before. They were exchanging their breath as their noses sniffed each other, and their faces were now almost flat, catching every taste of their mouths. Their lips were getting tighter, moaning as their lips were both moistened, feeling the rush that was flowing from their kiss to their bodies.

Fukuda couldn't hold back any more at this moment. He immediately closed his cock between his palms, already huge with swelling. His hand is almost slipping from holding the length that is fully covered in cum. He kept his hand steady. He felt that he would explode at the slightest touch of his skin. He was almost jumping when he heard Jin whistle, watching his dick spring free and his balls bounce low. He became even more conscious of himself when some of his pre-cums got fluff off his fat tip from his dick skin arching between them.

Jin: I think I made your junior too excited.

His hair all seemed to stand up, surprising to see Jin's eyes raked over every surface within view of his lower body, but the eyes kept returning to his big dick and fat hairy balls. As he saw him lean forward again, kneeling on him and eyeing his dick, his face looked at the ceiling when his boyfriend's face was gently placed in his pubes this time. He controlled his feet not to move from the sparks rising in his crotch when the face rubbed against his hard on, sniffing every angle and the nose rubbing his dick skin.

He moaned as he reached down and put his hands in that black, soft hair as his free hand moved down to the back of the neck. He felt his dick drooling more as he felt the rough breathing from the nose and the lips gently touching his tip. His grip on the head tightened when his dick was abruptly swallowed by the other mouth, whole and soaking wet inside. He screamed as his dick escaped from his mouth and his nose ground into his thick bush. He tried to look at him underneath, but his head raised up again when one hand took his butt and rubbed his fuzzy but firm butt while humming around his dick.

Fukuda: Oh my God! I call all my ancestors to heaven! Don't try to look at me. I'm just in love with this man.

He screamed as he turned giddy from his boyfriend's expert moves. He thought it was the last minute he would scream. Another hand firmly grasped his sac and balls, making his eyes roll in his back.

Fukuda: AAAHHH!

His veins on his neck were popping as his neck extended, catching his breath. He was trying the best he could to keep his sperm from exploding for longer than he could. Jin tickled his hole, squeezing it, and pulled his balls just right as he sucked his dick all the way to the groin and back to the tip. He watched him as he swallowed his dick, patiently pushing past his throat opening every time he took his length, and it went. He panted quickly as the mouth kept taking every inch of him, his dick sliding down the throat, hitting the humid throat. He felt the build-up heat coming from the sucking pleasure from his dick, intense, as he tried to keep relatively quiet, but there was no way to hold on to his arousal at this kind of fucking time.

Fukuda: Jin, it's coming out. Our babies are coming out!

Jin growled hungrily. His mouth paused from moving, staying the dick inside his mouth as he rammed a cum like a gallon in volume. He can feel the fingers digging into his shoulders, noticing his lover's trembling hips as if trying to stay standing in front of him. He was just waiting for the right timing to pull on the balls for the nuclear explosion. He just rubbed them as he kept his mouth stretched to get shot after shot of cum, and he made it last until the dick returned to its size. He pulled back slowly, giving the balls a lick and a peck.

Jin: Nice one.

Panting, Fukuda pulled him up and kissed him, hungering for the taste of him in his mouth. He held him tight, almost forgetting about his dick, still wet and sloppy with drool and still dribbling on the pants.

At this point, Fukuda knew he had to make a decision. Will he end this night? Will he leave the house before they go any further? But what if Jin didn't let him go home? What if he insists on entering him and he bleeds after? Part of him wanted to go home now and save his ass. It was an incredible night they shared, but he ended up going further than he planned tonight.

He was just supposed to let him suck his dick, and certainly not get fucked! But there was another part of him, inside him, that hadn't heeded the warning about the cock and that seemed to be consuming him with the desire to try it and to submit to it completely. There is a part of him that is not yet satisfied, wants more, and is curious how far they will go.

Jin: I'm not done yet.

He said this in a quiet tone as he ran his hands over the naked chest and slid into the biceps, down to the dick. He leaned his chin to the shoulder, biting his lips as he heard the breath catch when he squeezed the dick. He kisses the neck, enjoying Fukuda's humming that gets louder and faster when he pushes and pulls the thick skin around his palm. He hurriedly removed his shirt as Fukuda was assisting him in undressing his trousers. He held his lover's hand, pulling him until he was sitting on the couch.

Jin slowly moved forward in small steps without leaving his gaze on his prey. There's a part of him that wants to be used, to be fucked—hearing his body needs is apparently connected to his ass, his mouth, and his senses that desire his man. He was overwhelmed by the smell and taste of cumin inside his mouth and knew he wanted more. He continued moving forward towards his man without saying a thing. His cock throbbed harder than ever, pulsing in excitement, getting wet for more of him. The pulse in his cock decided for him, and he wanted Fukuda to feel it too, to share the sensation he received from him, and this time, he wanted it to give it to him.

Their faces are only a few inches away as their bodies keep crushing and their manhoods rub against one another. Fukuda's skin turned pale, following the fidgety movements of his lips and knees, and his hair became even more curly. Facing his lover like this, naked, his warm breath hit his face, and his dick became even more erect, challenging him! Is he going to submit himself to his boyfriend, who is longing for his good looks?

Fukuda: Hmmm... Why not?! Duh?

The feel of the soft hands squeezing and caressing him and the heat coming from the body standing facing him made his dick hard again. He was pulled by him, and he went with him towards the edge of the couch, standing there hesitantly like a virgin. Jin stood behind him, his body pressed against his back. The hands from his waist moved to his ass and hips, feeling him up all the way with his crazy stroke of breath hitting the nape of his neck.

Fukuda: God, give me strength.

The body was tightly pressed against his back as he just stood there as a hand reached the front from behind him and began to slide these hands all over his body. Jin was making him incredibly hot, and he was starting to moan from every touch of his hands and his body rubbing against his back. His hips were pressing against his ass, and he could feel the bulge and the hard dick that had been challenging him for a while. Heh!

Jin: Do you want to do it tonight?

Fukuda: Yes!

Jin: But someone told me you're nervous and don't want your ass hurt.

Fukuda: Who said I was nervous? Duh?

Jin: You told Koshino after he told Kyota, and he told me.

Fukuda: Singles are really gossipers.

Jin: Hahaha!

In a flash, Jin took him by the shoulders, making him lean his hands on the edge of the couch, kneeling with his ass hanging in the air. He furrowed his brow when he noticed him keep glancing at him in surprise, again and again, as if he were uncomfortable in his position.

Fukuda slowly turned his head behind him, peering at his boyfriend, who wants to breed him right now! He was a little nervous. Seeing the arousal spark in his eyes, the sparkle of horniness, and the tinge of lust in his words seemed to paralyze him, and he just gave himself to him in that instant. What made him more nervous was the way his boyfriend looked at him, up and down, from head to toe. They didn't drink alcohol, but his eyes seemed slightly drunken, ready to eat him. And the worst scenario he saw was that he was standing without wearing anything, exposing his manhood; the skin around his testicles looked tighter from so much swelling; and his engorged erection seemed to point to him. As if challenging him, as if talking to him and saying, "If you can't take me, it's your loss!"

Fukuda: What is the meaning of this?

Jin: Come on. We got this far. Don't you trust me?

Fukuda: Um, I trust you. Except now!

Jin can't keep himself from chuckling, enjoying hearing the endless complaining of Fukuda and his naughtiness, which made his hand slap the ass in front of him, squeezing it a bit hard.

Fukuda: Hey! What makes you so perverted now? Who thought you had those slap-ass moves? I'm going to choke him! If he only knew! I'll really choke him!

Jin: You told me that, remember?

Fukuda: Me? Gosh. There is absolutely nothing wrong with spanking and pinching my ass. That's okay. Keep it up.

Jin couldn't take his lover's naughtiness, so he dove his face between the hump of the ass.

Fukuda: AAAHHH!

He continued to press his nose and mouth there; even Fukuda was already screaming from his teasing. He sniffed the deep, moist curve, brushing his lips against the ring, and started to lick it up and down. He can smell the hint of his soap combined with the salty sweat and the hint of something more than lust, just beyond the tip of his tongue slurping the hole. He kept tongueing the crack, faster this time, and pushed his mouth even further on the ass, wetting it a bit more, and the taste had him raging hard and ready to own that hole.

Fukuda: Mmmmm..

As he heard the stuttering sobs, it was a sound that raised his desire, and he felt the sparks crashing into his veins, electrifying his groin. He kept licking and pushing his tongue into the hole as he grabbed both humps by his fingers to stretch them.

Fukuda: AAAHHH…. Just take me where you want me to go!

Jin: Where do you want me to take you?

Fukuda: In a place where there's no asking more questions!

Jin was somewhat distracted by the funny banter of his lover. He paused, and then he continued licking, concentrating on fucking that hole. His mouth and nose were alternately moving between the gaps, his mouth licking the hole and his nose sniffing it, and he was shaking his nose to brush the ring.

Fukuda: Stop playing! Shoot your baton right now!

Jin: Hahaha! Just wait.

Fukuda: Wait for what?!

He was panting as he laughed at how Fukuda was unexpectedly excited now; unlike earlier, he noticed him getting so jumpy when he was just rubbing his skin to his shoulder, or even his simplest teasing made him want to go home. When he started to get on his feet, a hand tightly grabbed his hand, preventing him from going anywhere.

Fukuda: Don't you dare leave me hanging here or else...

Jin: Or else what?

Fukuda: Um, wait. I don't know. Where the hell are you going, by the way?

Jin: I'm going to buy lube.

Fukuda: Really! Why did you even think of this in the middle of our session? Oh my gosh, Jin!

His lover has a point. Jin exhaled, thinking about how he had become so irresponsible in this kind of moment. He sat on the table, leveling his face against the ass again. He buried his face between the ass curves; his desire was awakened again, completely dominated by his cock and balls. He spat out a large spit on his palm, putting it into his shaft, and spat it out again on his free hand, lubricating his shaft. He rubbed it with his two hands, rubbing it from the bottom to the tip, and pierced it gently in the ass. He slowly entered his shaft into the hole as he tilted his head, checking if his lover was feeling any pain.

Jin: Is it painful?

Fukuda: Yeah.

Jin: Tell me if you can't do this. I can understand.

Fukuda: No! I can take that. If you can, I can, too! Shut up and fuck my ass!

Fukuda's face bent sideways, attempting to peek at his back as his hand reached the back to get his hands on the cheeks of his buttocks and stretch his hole more open for his boyfriend. Jin bit his lips as his cock stabbed at the surprisingly tight hole for the first time, trying to push his cock head back, dripping with saliva. He paused, pushing forward, as he heard a loud gasp and a growl. His worries quickly washed away, turning into a giggle when he saw the ass in front of him wiggling in front of him, as if urging him to enter the hole faster. He pushed himself again to another inch and got his fat dickhead inside, feeling a painful tug back of his foreskin for the tightness of the hole as he heard an agonizing cry from his lover, followed by his loud breaths.

Fukuda: You are so big!

Jin: Do you like it when it's big?

Fukuda: Who doesn't like big? Duh?

Jin held him on his hips as he was holding himself up, preventing his lover from getting hurt, as he was trying to dig deeper inside the clenched opening.

Jin: Are you ready?

Fukuda: Yeah! Just wreck my fucking hole! Dammit!

Jin realized he shouldn't have thought about it twice. They both want this. He slammed his cock into him, steady in a slow way, feeling his groin knocked painfully into the tailbone. He tightened his grip on the hips to prevent them from moving as he thrust himself inside. He shrieked, feeding his cock on the hole and gritting his teeth, which kept releasing a long moan of pain. His hips dig faster through the hole, groaning as his tip reaches the deepest, feeling the muscles clench his tip in an arousing level of pain. He shut his eyes, alternately clenching and opening them again. His forehead burrows as he now feels the heat building up, flowing inside his cock through his tip. His one hand slapped the ass again, as he couldn't contain the feeling of his cock pulsating and getting bigger as he thrust himself on the prostate, quicker as if his shaft would split him apart.

He was lost in that moment, his mouth hanging open as his cock wildly dug that hole, moaning as he grabbed that butt with his fingertips sinking in, pulling himself deeper into the ass. He slammed into him over and over, harder and harder, as he was so aroused by hearing the jagged breath and lust moans from his lover with every impact of his thrust, faster and faster.

He was losing it, feeling his cock fill the hole and even clenching tighter around him. His face was contorted in pleasure, releasing some grunts as he railed him even harder, almost nearing planting his seed. He was enflamed by the hotness of his fat, hard dick, so thick and full that he was about to explode. A loud grunt escaped from his mouth as he was spurting his pool of cum, an electric shock that was thundering on his lower body, filling the hole of his seeds.

Fukuda was jerking around and shrieking with his muscles going very tight and his head raised off where it had been leaning on the end of the couch. He remains on all fours as he tries to catch his breath from the pounding he just received. His ass remained up in the air, feeling the hot cum flowing from his asshole and dripping down his right leg. Then a series of long, low moans enveloped the room as he suddenly jerked a blast of his cum, splatting over the couch. He was panting, thinking he could not believe what they had done that night. He had never been fucked in the ass before, and it had been a wonderful experience, especially with his boyfriend. He was surprised that it did not hurt that much at all. On the contrary, it felt incredible.

Fukuda: Congrats, dad.

Jin felt like he was emptying gallons of his seed inside him and not ejecting his cock until the last drop was left in his balls. He was still slamming into the hole, slowly, until his dick turned normal and pulled it out of him. He can hear his whimper as he pulls his fat head into the clenched pucker. A blast of his cum flew out and up as he pulled it out, and he quickly rubbed the wetness of his tip on the pucker.

He panted through his nose and inhaled the smell of combined sweat and cum. It was like a spell that had his senses spinning and still exploding. He didn't barely notice that Fukuda pulled him seated next to him and then pulled him into a roughly kiss, claiming his mouth. Their lips momentarily parted, laughing at themselves as they watched themselves on their sweaty, naked, and sloppy wet couch. Jin's laughing eyes were erased when he noticed Fukuda's eyes turning glossy, along with his mouth trembling like he was about to cry.

Jin: What's wrong?

His hand landed on the face, and his palm rubbed the lips to comfort him and say what was really inside him now.

Fukuda: Our babies were wasted!

Jin followed Fukuda's hand where he was pointing, noticing his other droplets of cum painted on the couch.

Jin: Next time, I will not pull myself out right away until the last drop.

Fukuda: No. Next time, don't take you, junior, off me right away. Pull your dick the next day.

Jin: What?

Fukuda: I'm kidding. Mmm... But we can do that, right?

Jin: Hahaha! No way.

The silence broke again with their laughter. Their faces slowly moved forward, anticipating a meeting in the middle. In a flash, Fukuda's body leapt up from his seat, and his pouty mouth landed on Jin. They practically climbed all over each other, kissing and groping, faces pushing into each other, until finally they broke and sort of fell into each other on the couch with their chests heaving.

Jin: Do you want another ride?

Fukuda: Let me think first…mmm… wait. I must have thought about it many times! Mmm… SUUURE!

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As he walked down the school grounds, Mitsui couldn't shake off the spine-chilling feeling of being watched, causing his head to wrinkle. This constant feeling of a watchful gaze left him feeling stifled and unable to keep his pace. He can feel it. He is sure someone is gazing at him. A kind of gaze that can be so powerful that it is able to stop him in his tracks as if someone is stabbing him.

The chilling feeling of being watched began to crawl up his neck as he built up the courage to turn around and see who was there. His menacing eyes, like those of a serial killer, are ready to stare directly at his target. He'll make sure his lecherous grin makes them sick to their stomachs. He ran his hands over both of his arms to lift his sleeves slightly, and he brought his fist back to his side. He closed his fist as his scary face was ready to be shown to the person who had been following him with his gaze and was now behind him.

Mitsui: AAAAAHHHHH! Eh?

His face went blank when he saw his teammate with curly hair and the other red one he found behind him.

Mitsui: Why are you following me?

Sakuragi: Why are you walking like that? Did you get circumcised?

He faked his laugh so that their conversation wouldn't be uncomfortable. He didn't expect anyone else to notice anything unusual about his walk. He grimaced at the redhead, restraining his face so that it wouldn't be obvious that his muscles were hurting, especially his back.

Mitsui: Hahaha! You are so dumb! I was just tired from our practice.

Ryota: Really? Are you really tired just from practice?

Mitsui: There you go again! You will tease me, and later, you will report me to him again. Then we will fight again because of you two!

Sakuragi: Why are you so hot-headed?! He asks us, so we just answer him!

Mitsui: It would be okay if you were just answering his question, but you're adding something that isn't true! Then we will fight again!

His two teammates' almost lean their bodies backwards, as if they were being pushed by his loud yelling and the strong wind coming out of his mouth when he was yelling.

Mitsui: Don't come home with me now.

Ryota: Do you have a date tonight? Are you going to a hotel?

Mitsui: Why would we go to a hotel when we can do it at home?

Sakuragi: What are you saying you can do at home and at the hotel?

Mitsui: Cooking.

Sakuragi, Ryota: YAAAAAH!

Mitsui: Shut up, morons! Go away! I have to go!

Ryota: Before you leave, why couldn't you play well earlier? All your shots miss. Are you getting weak? Hahahaha!

He can already feel the flush that creeps across his cheeks as he watches his teammates' eyes examine him very intently. He was held tightly by both shoulders and turned to different sides as the two checked him in great detail. He tried to break free from the tight grip on him to avoid their scrutinizing eyes and eagerness to find something they could use to tease him.

Sakuragi: Isn't it obvious, Curly? Michi is newly circumcised, so it's normal that it still hurts now! Nyahahaha!

Mitsui: Hey! I said I was tired from practice!

He took two steps back as he pulled his vibrating phone from his pocket. He scratched his chin, wondering why this person was calling him. He took a step away from his teammate before answering his phone.

Mitsui: Hey man! What's up?

Fukuda: Hey. You've already done that, right?

Mitsui: What are you talking about?

Fukuda: That.

Mitsui: Why don't you say it straight out?!

Fukuda: SEEEEEX!

His eyes bulged in shock, then he wandered his eyes all around to check where his gossiper friends were. He breathed a sigh of relief when he could no longer spot the two.

Mitsui: Oh. That? Hahaha! That was fucking amazing. Don't tell me, you still didn't do that, did you?

Fukuda: I already did that! Of course! Duh?

Mitsui: Did you just call me to ask if I did that?!

He put a hand over his mouth as he was startled by his own loud voice. His head turned again to every corner of the school, observing if any of them were listening to his speech.

Fukuda: No! Why are you always mad?!

Mitsui: Because my boyfriend is always grumpy! Tell me what it's all about!

Fukuda: Did you let him fuck your ass?!

He rubbed his palm over his face as if he wanted to remove the heat from his entire face. Their sexy hours with his boyfriend are still fresh in his memory, so the pain in his back is still fresh after their first fuck.

Mitsui: Um, yeah. Why?

Fukuda: What?! How?!

His nostrils flaring in annoyance, he couldn't understand what this conversation was for. And what annoyed him even more was that he kept asking how, even though he already knew how to do it. He geared up to scream his answer to his friend.

Mitsui: How?! Of course, his cock fucks my ass!

Schoolmates: WHOOOAAAA!

His schoolmates' jaws dropped to the ground when they heard his loud cry. To escape their eyes, he quickly ran towards the gate and sped towards his motorcycle.

Mitsui: What the hell, Fukuda?! Did you call me to talk about how his cock entered me?!

Fukuda: That's not what I meant! I just wanted to ask. What happened to you after you'd been fucked in the ass?!

Mitsui: Of course, it hurts! Painful! My back hurts, and my... You know, it hurts so much.

Fukuda: What's the worst thing you've ever experienced besides your back pain?

Mitsui: I had a hard time defecating for a few days!

Fukuda: WHAAAT?!

He turned back to check the time on the building's wall clock. His eyes widened to see that he had been on campus for a few minutes. He remembered that he and Hasegawa were going to meet today, so he quickly said goodbye to the person he was talking to on the other line.

Mitsui: Hey! I'm going now! Hasegawa will kill me if I come home late!

He quickly pushed the kick start with one foot and drove the motorcycle down the road. He was too worried that he might be late again at the time they talked about, so he sped up his drive even more. He noticed the time running out at the traffic light. He frowned as he tightly held the clutch. He wanted to cross the lane before the light turned red. His half body bent forward, trying to pass the traffic light, passing every car he could, but, unfortunately, he had no choice but to stop his motorcycle at the end of the line of the pedestrian lane, waiting for the green light.

His hand touched his trouser pocket, feeling the vibration of his phone on his thigh. He pulled it out of his pocket and peered at the caller. His eyes widened when he saw that he already had four missed calls. He shoved it back in his pocket. He couldn't do anything but shake his head. When he saw the go signal, he sped up his motorcycle again, expecting another sermon from his boyfriend.

He thought to himself, since he entered the relationship, he was always in a hurry. He always drives very fast. He is as fast as the responding authorities that receive the country's emergency hotline. He couldn't count how many delivery riders he passed, or ambulances left behind him every time his phone vibrated. In his heart, his boyfriend is worth his every minute. He can't afford to see her waiting for him. But sometimes, he was asking himself, if his boyfriend thinks the same way about him.

For him, he can overcome the heavy downpours and the scorching heat of the midday sun. Even the rocky and potholed road, even the muddy path he will cross to get to him. But every time he arrives, Hanagata is also there. He knows that he is one of his best friends, and they have been in the habit of spending time together after coming home from school since the beginning. He was never jealous of him, but sometimes he wants to tell his boyfriend that he wants to have an alone time with him, but he doesn't know how to keep his boyfriend from sulking at him.

Hanagata: Bro, Michi has arrived. I have to leave.

Hanagata always makes room for the two of them whenever he arrives. From the beginning, he was impressed by this guy's thoughtfulness and support for their relationship. He never became an issue or caused their misunderstanding, but his boyfriend occasionally seems to forget about their dates—chances that should be just the two of them.

Hasegawa: Come along with us. Don't tell me you're still shy. Michi is fine with the three of us hanging out together. Am I right?

Mitsui: Um, yeah.

He sighed as he reflected on how he had allowed this to happen. He is aware that his boyfriend was worried Four Eyes was sad left alone since he and Fujima had their boyfriends, especially since the latter was unable to continue hanging out with them after school. But it wasn't right for him. He has no way to show his sexy moves to him in public spaces like theaters, clubs, or places where same-sex couples hide from prying eyes.

He wants to try something new—somewhere where they can share their love in a romantic setting, free to do whatever they want, somewhere other than their bedrooms. With their current situation and his boyfriend's concern for his teammate, if he invites him to the hotel, he may even bring Four Eyes along. He could only shake his head in disbelief. Knowing they frequently argue, he finds it impossible to imagine how he would open this up with him.

From the moment he opened the door, he was tense—his toes started to shake, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and sweat started to drip from his chin as he was getting ready for another interrogation from him.

Hasegawa: Why aren't you answering my calls?

Mitsui: Come on. I'm driving. How can I answer your call if I'm in the middle of the road?

Hasegawa: Sakuragi called me, and he said that you were talking to someone on the phone earlier.

He exhales a frustrated sigh, unable to believe that his brief phone conversation with Fukuda has been turned into such a big deal. He didn't want to waste time explaining something that wasn't a problem, so he took his phone from his pocket and handed it to him. He stared at him as he waited for him to take the phone from his grasp, but he was perplexed as to why he abruptly turned around and headed for the kitchen without saying anything. He simply shook his head and hit his hand on his pants, as if he was sick of it. He immediately followed him but came to a halt when his phone vibrated again. He didn't even bother to check his phone. His mind is a jumble once more as he mulls over how to tame his sulking boyfriend.

As he set his phone on the side table, he noticed the framed picture next to the lamp shade. His eyes lit up when he saw Rukawa's face. He remembered what his teammate had once told him, and a winning grin crept into his lips.

Rukawa: When he sulks at me, I strip naked.

His palms rubbed together as he smirked at Hasegawa from the corner of his eye. Why wasn't it his first thought every time they fought? He's done this style before, and it never fails. He walked slowly, never taking his gaze away from her, pulling each piece of clothing and tossing it to the ground. He paused, standing an inch apart between his body and his. Slowly, he brought his breathy mouth to the other ear, teasing him.

Mitsui: I don't have anything on.

His chin lifted slightly as he felt the warm breath tickle his ears. He forced a hard swallow as he was constantly aware of the breath coming from behind him, caressing him and growing hotter as it touched his skin. His earlobes were licked by a moist tongue, and his flesh rolled beneath the wet lips as they sucked, causing his fingers to become more tense on the cold, black tiles. He turned his body to face him in an instant, his hands caressing the bare chest in front of him and catching the lips that made him shiver. They kissed, crushing each other's desire to keep their mouths together as there was no room left to breathe.

Mitsui: I apologize for always being late.

Hasegawa: No need to say a word. Just kiss me.

Mitsui: A kiss isn't enough.

He replied as he caught his breath, tightly clutching the other pulse in his palm and getting excited as he pulled him to his bedroom.

When they entered the room, they almost slammed themselves against the wall as they explored each other's bodies as their lips met. Their fingers curled into the fabric as their nails dug into the skin, and their palms scraped every inch. They nearly fell over a few times as they busily walked to the bed with their hands tugging at each other's clothes, no doubt dropping them anywhere just to get undressed, eager to bond with their naked bodies. As they collapsed onto the bed, they exchanged tender glances and soft caresses as their eyes met.

Mitsui sat near his boyfriend's feet, pulling one leg over his face. He slowly rubbed the soles and feet on the face, caressed the cheeks, left and right, and stopped at the nose. He could smell the scent of shoes, light sweat, and his lover's own perfume as he breathed in him again and again. He glanced at him as he took his time sniffing each foot lingeringly, rubbing each one across his face, licking, and feeling the rough texture on the soles. He could feel his toes tense with each touch of his tongue, staring at him as if aroused by each toe's entry into his mouth. He licked the space between each toe, then sucked each toe and played each with his tongue inside his mouth, savoring the taste as well as the smell of him.

He put his foot back on the bed as he ran his hands up the thick hair of his legs and thighs, letting him feel his manhood through his touch. As he advanced himself toward him, he climbed up above the body, leaned in, and paused his face a millimeter from contact with the bobbing, wet, exposed cock. He brought his face closer, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, causing his senses to explode with desire. He noticed the rise of the hips, pushing them further into his face. He responded by burying his face, nibbling his lips, and gently poking his nose between the thick tangle of pubic hairs. It was not enough for him. He couldn't prolong his teasing any longer as his body almost broke with excitement from the blast of desire caused by his man's precious scent.

In an instant, they pressed their bodies against each other, moved their hips to collide with each other, and kissed each other's lips under shallow breaths. Their finger can't stay in just one place, wildly touching every piece of flesh that can be touched on their naked body while the friction of hard manhood feeds the fire of their sexual desire. Kissing. Caressing. Touching anywhere as they burrowed deeper under the mattress, their hands slowly moved down, exploring their flesh as they pressed together.

Mitsui's hands moved slowly, stopping occasionally at the upper part, licking and sucking the nipple while the other nips were rubbed with his thumb, squeezing and pinching them. As his mouth moved downward, his hands gripped his thighs, pulling them apart. His mouth patiently alternated between licking and touching each skin, skipping the throbbing cock instead and gently sucking the skin at the crotch.

After satisfying himself, he holds the erect cock and puts its head in his mouth. He heard his man gasp as he engulfed the crown and soaked it inside. His tongue is running over the shaft, tasting the salt around the ridge all the way to the tip while keeping an eye on him and indulging in the flavor of the treat in front of him. He felt the palms cupping the side of his head, his fingertips slightly scratching his scalp as he ran his tongue along the tip, bottom to tip, and into his mouth, tasting the tiny bead of dew dripping from the tip. He was a bit choked when he felt the cock expanding in his mouth to the point where it felt as though a steel rod was rapping against the back of his throat. He pushed it inside with a strong release of breath.

Groans grow louder and louder, overwhelm the place, and make him wildly insert the aching cock deeper and faster into his mouth. He glanced at him, aroused to see his boyfriend gritting his teeth, trembling, and hissing as he gave the cock a few quick bobs. Seeing his naked desire for him and the look of pleasure on his face is very erotic, and that drives him to finish this and just jump on him right now. He kisses the tip of the erection, and he quickly dives above his man. He was panting as he pumped his already stiff dick, preparing himself to enter him. But Hasegawa grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him to switch positions.

Mitsui: What?! I'm going to explode now! I can't hold it anymore!

Hasegawa: Hold it until I finish!

Mitsui: Even here, we still can't get along?

Hasegawa: I don't want to end this so quickly.

Mitsui: I'm already wet!

Hasegawa shut the blabbering mouth with his mouth. He takes his time to brush his lips against his, tasting the other mouth, which tastes like pre-cum from his sucked cock. As he mashes his lips to him, they are almost out of breath, and he absorbs with his nose the aroma of his cock as they press their faces in their savage kisses. His mouth remained pressed against the other lip as his hands slid towards the skin until he caught hold of the hard, thick curve, already moist and thick. He just enclosed it between his fingers, his thumb gently rubbing the already wet, hot head, and separated his other fingers, making sure he reached the whole length of the dick. He gave it a few pumps and paused.

Mitsui: Why?!

Hasegawa: Why are you always in a rush?!

Mitsui: Don't hang me!

Hasegawa: If you shoot that right away, you'll fall asleep! No second round if I can't wake you up! We only meet once a week, and we fight all the time.

Mitsui held his head as he searched for his eyes—the eyes that were longing for him—the eyes that he remembered after their conflict. He felt a pain in his heart, realizing how he had become so insensitive that he didn't notice it right away. His only focus at first was his attitude, his frequent calling and sending messages asking where he was, and his sulking every time he arrived late at the place of their planned date. He promises himself that he will prioritize his boyfriend from now on and not give him any resentment again. He raised his head, his open mouth pressing against the other mouth, giving him the sweetest kiss he deserved.

Mitsui: I love you.

Hasegawa: Don't say that to me, or else I will demand three rounds.

Mitsui: Sure.

When their lips parted, he quickly slid down, inserted the delicate head between his lips, and then brushed the length on both of his cheeks. His hands placed the dick in the gap between his nose and upper lip, sliding it under his breath as he smelled and licked it in every slip. He kept on rubbing the wet length to his lips, dried the wet length by repeatedly moving his lips, and swallowed it whole until his lips touched its groin.

He pulled his mouth from the cock, and his hand continued the work. He begins pumping the dick up and down, carefully holding it as the dick skin is exposed to the pipe's hard dick. His fingers were already wet from continuing to release beads of pearl from the tip, so he pushed his mouth down from the tip of the huge, hard, succulent dick, trying his best to gag it inside his mouth as far as he could, bobbing the length and forcing it to reach the back of his throat. He keeps pushing his head, pauses, and shakes his head while it soaks in his mouth, and he continues to move his eager mouth up and down into a smooth sliding motion, sliding the length and pulling his mouth to reach the tip. His fingers reached the swelling balls, gently squeezing them, while his free hand rubbed the base of the dick every time he took the dick out of his mouth for a moment to breathe.

It only took a few moments for the dick to disappear from his mouth, make him annoyed a bit, and make his mouth swallow the large, juicy dick in a flash. He pushed his mouth further, patiently sliding the pulsing of the fat dick deep into his mouth until the entire length reached his throat. He felt a gentle caress on his head, and he turned his head to his lover. His eyes dilated when he noticed the other eye seemed shy, and he already knew what he was implying to him with those kinds of sexy looks.

He lay on his side, his face fixed on the dick. He felt his legs being separated by Mitsui, adjusting himself to put his face on his cock. Together, they held their manhood and pushed their mouths to insert the full length of their previously swollen erection. His cock ached even more inside his mouth as it pulsed wildly as it slipped into the other mouth. The vibrations from his shaft were sending his body to explode at any moment. He moved deeper between the spread-out legs on his face, shaking his head, and then went back to bobbing his mouth again on the dick, giving his lover the best blow.

Both of them are making moans as their heads are almost buried in the groin, pressing their mouths to insert each other's lengths back and forth. More ecstatic groans echoed throughout the room when their fingers started to fuck their asses. Hasegawa raised his left thigh as his lover worked a finger into him and stretched his hole's rim with two fingers. He responded when his two fingers also entered the ring, exploring the tight ass and hitting the pleasure spot. He hissed when he felt the tongue licking his hole. He almost let go of the dick in his mouth when a loud growl escaped from his lips at the taste of Mitsui's tongue. He was distracted when a teasing slap from his ass approached him. He bent his head to peek at his lover, and he was seeing that signal again from his eyes. As their bodies were temporarily separated from the opposite position, Hasegawa was gently crawling on the bed and turned his head to Mitsui to kiss her waiting lips.

Mitsui flips over on top of Hasegawa, and he assists him to position his body facing the headboard with his palms and knees leaning on the mattress. His mouth slowly descends the other spine, sliding the nose, sniffing, and planting kisses on the acre of its back. He grabbed the hips, leveled his mouth on the ass, and started to devour that hole. He gently dipped his finger inside the ring, sliding through the tight entrance. He drives a second finger deep into the rim as he continues, but with a slow, firm thrust inside. He took his fingers off the hole when he noticed it was already stretched. He returned to kneeling on the bed, leveling his dick on the ass as his free hand pumped his cock. His fingers spread the pre-cum to lube his length, panting as he enjoyed the heat building up from each stroke. He now positioned the tip of his dick at the opening and started to exert pressure, paying close attention to how his dick slowly opened the wet hole until it entered smoothly inside. As his dick penetrates past the ring, he holds the hips that curve together with a long gasp of pleasure as he continues to insert his cock to the extreme.

He had longed to do this—to lose himself, squeezing his cock in the tight hole. He slowly pulls back and pushes in again. He enjoyed it even more as he watched his dick enter the hole in a steady and faster thrust, sliding smoothly as if his dick was created for it. He returned to the slow, steady rhythm of thrusting and retracting before pushing in again, and over and over sliding into the hole made his dick impatient. His hips slammed into his cock deeper and deeper as his grunts deepened and his sweat dripped down his jaw faster. As the hole got tighter, he squeezed his cock inside with each thrust of his hips. His full, swollen balls are slapping the ass with the strength of the tail of his cock, hammering harder with every stroke. He seemed to have lost himself as his head stretched upward, looking up, his eyes shut at the same time as his mouth that had been hanging from his repeated moans. He really pounded that hole very hard to hear even more of the addictive moans of pleasure coming from his boyfriend's mouth.

Shouting urgently in ecstasy enveloped them the whole night, not caring about anyone who could hear the intensity of their wants. His dick is flapping heavily with every stroke, thrusting his length and pounding the ass as arousingly as he can. He let his dick in the hole work itself into an uproar until it brought him to the brink of his orgasm. Their manhood is about to blow, and they are both panting and groaning, yanking Hasegawa's hips with a lustful growl. The first strike of cum blasts from his dick, hitting the hole hard as he growls. He pulls back half of his length as he humps deeply, while his dick is still squirting a hot shot of cum deep inside. He can't help but groan as his dick fires off inside.

Hasegawa wrinkled the bed covers in the grip of his fingers as he felt his cock erupt before he could touch them. His body curves as his cock spills out onto the mattress, splashing the fullness of his cock. Panting, still chasing the breaths that steady their bodies with the continuous explosion of their cum, they collapsed on the mattress, with Mitsui's dick still not pulling out. He gently slipped out his dick from the gaping hole, holding the slowly softening of his length. Shooting his cum inside him and watching his stronger seed spurt into the fertile hole, with the rising and falling of their chests in panting, made him so arousely satisfied. He feels like he can't get this feeling from anyone but his lover.

Mitsui rolled to the side and re-positioned himself between the other thighs. He smirked as he saw his boyfriend raise his own ass into the air. He slapped his buttocks before he eyed his target. His boyfriend slants his head forward, trying to peek at him while his cheeks are leaning on the pillow, trying to watch what he will do. He winked at him, and he put out his tongue to start licking, smelling the dripping of cum coming from the hole. His thumb pulled the skin to stretch wide the hole and watched the dripping off cum, and his tongue continued to suck the tender hole until he swallowed all of the mess they made together.

After that trembling eruption, his forearms wrapped around his other hips. The scent of their sweat, mixed with the minerals of their cum, dominates their smell while they are still catching their breath. Face to face, lying on the bed, their lips sought each other's mouths, tasting the flavor they made in the heat of the night and murmuring the last word they released from their mouths as they leaned back on the bed. They hugged underneath the blanket and drifted off into a blissful slumber before waking up for another round.

Meanwhile…

The redhead stepped back and peered out of Mitsui's bedroom window on the second floor. He made a megaphone-shaped hand and prepared to put it in his mouth, clearing his throat. He inhaled deeply through his mouth before screaming aloud.

Sakuragi: Michi! The genius is here! Nyahahaha!

Ryota: Hey! Why are you being so loud?

Sakuragi: I just want to be sure my voice wakes them up.

Ryota: Are you sure they're just sleeping?

Sakuragi: Aha.. You are right, Curly. Let's see if they're really doing that! Nyahahaha! Michiii! Have you reached your home base yet? Nyahahaha!

Ryota almost died of embarrassment as the redhead continued to scream so loudly that the entire community could almost hear him. He quickly yanked the redhead's ear to stop his antics.

Ryota: Stop that, Hanamichi. You can be heard throughout the subdivision!

Sakuragi: Huh? Is that so? Sorry, I didn't notice my voice was too loud. Nyahahaha!

Their gaze scanned the area, taking in all of the nearby houses. Fortunately, they saw no people or passersby.

Mitsui: Oi! Idiots, the door is open! Why are you yelling there?

They looked up and turned their heads toward the window. When they observed Mitsui, they were startled by his appearance—his cheeks were red, he was panting, and sweat was trickling down the side of his face. The tiredness in his deep breathing is noticeable, prompting Sakuragi to tease him again.

Sakuragi: Michi! Have you yet scored three points? Nyahahaha!

Ryota: What the hell are you talking about, Hanamichi?! Let's just get out of here! Mitsui! I'm sorry for bothering you!

Sakuragi: Why should we leave when they've already finished? Michi! Have you completed your boinking? Nyahahaha!

Ryota's nose is burning with annoyance, so he yanks his ear again and pulls the redhead away from the house. He was worried that Hasegawa would be upset with them and refuse to let them into Michi's house after this.

Ryota: We're leaving!

Mitsui: Hold on a second, man! Can you wait for five minutes?

Sakuragi: What's the hold-up? Are you only getting started?

Mitsui: Uh, we only shot two points.

Ryota: What the hell, Mitsui?

Mitsui returned to his bed, leaving the window curtain open. His hands stroked the other jaw as he stood in front of the feet, which were spread widely on the edge of the bed. He drew him closer, bending half of his upper body, and kissed him gently. He is perplexed as to why the other person isn't responding to his kisses. He appears to be in a bad mood. He was about to kiss him again, but Hasegawa got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Mitsui straightened his back and placed his hands on his hips. His brow furrowed, wondering what his boyfriend's problem this time was.

Mitsui: We're not done yet.

Hasegawa: I'm not in the mood.

Mitsui clenched his fist as his rage consumed him again. He stomps his feet toward the other guy, scowling as if he's had enough of another argument between them. He quickly made it to the bathroom's entrance and stood there, obstructing his boyfriend from opening the door with the length of his stride.

Mitsui: You are starting again.

Hasegawa: What?

He gritted his teeth, unable to believe he was seeing his boyfriend's deadpan expression again. Seeing him stand straight up, shoulders squared, and keep his voice down irritates him even more, as if his boyfriend pretends not to care about whatever is bothering him every time he confronts him.

Mitsui: What's the matter with you? Why do you always walk away?

Hasegawa: That's the issue. You always cause the problem, but you never seem to notice it.

Mitsui: That's why I'm asking, because I don't know!

Hasegawa: Do you need me to elaborate for you to understand?

Mitsui: How can we communicate if you don't want to tell me directly?

Hasegawa: Next time, when you're not so hot-headed.

4 minutes and 59 seconds later...

Mitsui: You are so demanding! It's as if I did nothing right!

Ryota and Sakuragi's mouths dropped open as they heard the door slamming again and their teammate yelling from the second-floor room. Every loud sound of the blow seems to electrify both of their bodies, forcing Ryota to rise from the couch and separate the two.

Ryota: Hanamichi, come with me! Hasegawa is pitiful! Michi might murder him!

Sakuragi: Let them be, Miyagi. This is just an argument between boyfriends.

Ryota: Can't you hear what's going on up there? What if something bad happens to Hasegawa?

Sakuragi leaned back on the sofa, as if oblivious to the constant and increasingly violent banging in the room. He tugged the redhead's ear, forcing him to accompany him up the stairs, but they stopped moving when they heard the two's heated conversation.

Hasegawa: You're always late for our dates. You are constantly assisting someone on the road. I have to wait for you because pregnant women, people carrying heavy luggage, and even cats are crossing.

Mitsui: You shouldn't exaggerate something that's so small.

Hasegawa: You're always coming up with new reasons. You always prioritize others. You even put your friends ahead of me.

Mitsui: That's not true!

Sakuragi was unable to be moved from the sofa despite Ryota's attempts to tug at his clothing as they continued their tug-of-war downstairs. The redhead's fierce resistance had him panting, so he made the decision to ascend the stairs alone.

Ryota: Hanamichi, stand up your ass there! Let's not prolong their conflict any longer!

Sakuragi: No, let them.

Hasegawa: Your teammates are always your excuse! Just make them your boyfriend if they are your top priority.

As soon as he heard that, Sakuragi's body twisted with laughter. Ryota was about to approach the door when he noticed it, so he sprinted after him and pulled him away.

Sakuragi: Curly, don't get in their way! That's just a jealousy problem. All lovers come across such problems. Leave them alone.

Hasegawa: Your troublemaker friends. Your friends who like to party. Your stingy friends, especially your red monkey friend!

Hearing Hasegawa's gripe, Sakuragi seemed to hear a loud scream that rang in his ears. He skipped quickly towards the door as his angry veins burst out of the side of his head.

Sakuragi: Me? Red monkey?! I'm going to show him who the red monkey is!

Ryota: Hanamichi, wait! You mentioned earlier that this was an argument between two boyfriends. Why would you join?

Sakuragi: I've changed my mind! This is now a fight between us!

Ryota wrapped his arms around Sakuragi's waist, dragging him backward so he couldn't kick the door. The redhead was struggling to free himself from the tight grip on his body when they heard another loud crash. They were frozen in place, staring at the door, puzzled as to why the two people in the room had gone silent. When the redhead finally had enough, he pounded on the door with all his might, and they were shocked by what they discovered inside. Pillow cotton spilled from above, crumpled blankets strewn across the floor, broken pillows, and a bare-chested Hasegawa still gasping for breath after the fierce fight. The Shoyo player walked right past them and out of the room without saying anything.

They didn't even bat an eye at him, keeping their feet firmly planted on the ground. They entered the space cautiously, avoiding the ones lying strewn about the floor as they cast a wide-eyed glance at everything. In spite of searching every nook and cranny of the room, they were unable to locate Mitsui until they noticed the blanket fastened to the window's metal sash bars leading to the bathroom. They followed its trail until they came to the other end of the blanket, which was knotted around the doorknob. They dashed to the door and untied the thick knot.

Sakuragi: What the hell, Michi?! How could he lock you up here? We thought you were beating him earlier! You've actually lost, it seems! Nyahahaha!

Ryota: Dude, are we really the cause of your escalating fights?

Mitsui: It isn't your fault.

Their eyes followed Mitsui as he got up from the toilet and walked out of the room. They were heartbroken to see him, knowing that their relationship had deteriorated to this point. They walked out the side door together to assist their teammate in tidying up the mess. The two couldn't take their eyes off Mitsui's face. They believe he remained silent and passive out of fear, preventing himself from expressing how he really felt.

Sakuragi: Hihihi!

The redhead's soft giggle, which Ryota had been hearing for a while, caused his eyes to widen, and he noticed that his nose was growing as if he were holding back laughter. He couldn't bear the redhead's antics any longer. He grabbed the pillow off the ground and slammed it into his behind.

Ryota: This isn't the time for jokes! You truly are a red monkey!

Sakuragi: OUCH! Curly, why do you always fight me? You're going too far!

Ryota: Don't do anything stupid right now!

Sakuragi: Hey, I'd like to tell you something.

The redhead approached him to whisper something to him, but he was just staring at him blankly. His disgusted expression was quickly replaced by glowing red cheeks that swelled until he covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing. He nearly couldn't contain any more fits of laughter, so his other hand fell on his mouth as well.

Sakuragi, Ryota: Hihihihihi!

When he heard his two teammates' mocking laughter, Mitsui's broken and depressed heart seemed to regain its strength. His arm muscles tightened further as he prepared to strike the two men who were laughing on the floor. He walks towards them, stomping his feet and repeatedly kicking their buttocks.

Mitsui: Are you mocking me?!

Sakuragi: Michi! We can clearly see your two buns, so how are we supposed to focus? Nyahahaha!

Ryota: Change your shorts! It's terrifying when Hasegawa puts up a fight! He apparently undresses you when he's angry! Hahaha!

Mitsui quickly pressed his palms against his ass to see if his prankster friends were right. As he touched his bare ass, he flushed hotly. He bent his head, trying to get a better look at his buttocks. The long tear in the middle of his shorts, which exposed the bulge of his ass, made him flush worse. He dashed to his closet, grabbed one, and dashed to the bathroom to change. After a short while, he emerged from the restroom prepared to attack his two teammates who had noticed his buns.

Mitsui: Get ready for me, morons!

As he left the subdivision where his boyfriend lived, Hasegawa rubbed his temples while still sensing the tremors in his still-red hands. He appeared to have lost sight of the people around him as he waved his fists in the air, as if striking an imaginary punching bag. The number of times his lover was late for their date slipped his mind.

He recalled the wasted moments and wished they could have stayed together longer, but due to his troublesome friends, he arrived late, and his body was too worn out from their anticipated nighttime activity to last much longer. He occasionally dozed off while waiting for his lover's junior to have an erection.

He had complete trust in him and never felt jealous of anyone, including their fans, but his friends sometimes demanded all of his time and energy. He continued to smack his fist in the air until someone stepped in front of him.

Hanagata: AAAHHHH!

His mouth gaped in shock as he saw Hanagata massaging the shoulder that had been struck by his jab. He scratched his chin, regretting what he had done.

Hasegawa: Sorry, bro! I didn't mean it!

Hanagata: What was that for?

Hasegawa: Nothing. Let's go.

Hanagata: It's too early. Didn't you say we were going to Michi's house for dinner?

Hasegawa: His teammates have arrived.

Hanagata: What do you mean? Why do we leave if they are present? Let's go there. It would be more fun if there were more of us.

Hasegawa: Sorry, bro. I'm not in the mood.

Hanagata did not move from where he was. He instead grabbed his teammate's elbow and dragged him back to the subdivision. He was happy to know that the team Shohoku was present because it meant he would no longer be a third party. He won't feel awkward being with the couple tonight. He positioned himself behind him and pushed him through the gate, overjoyed.

The hand on his shoulder tightened every time he turned his head to the back. Hasegawa tried to flee, but there was no way out because his teammate seemed to be doing everything he could to bring him back to his lover's house.

Hasegawa: Bro! Not now! I don't want to see him!

Hanagata: I'm not interested in being a third party to your dates, so shut up!

When Hasegawa heard what his teammate said, he came to a halt. He turned to face him, perplexed by the term he had just mentioned.

Hasegawa: What do you mean, you're a third party?

Hanagata: Why do you keep asking? You always bring me along when you have a date planned.

Hasegawa: Don't ever say you're shy of us again.

Hanagata: I never said I was shy.

Hasegawa: So, what exactly is the third party you're referring to?

Hanagata: You two are now dating. You should not go on dates with other people, even friends.

Hasegawa: I only assumed you were becoming bored because Fujima is constantly busy, and I frequently visit Michi.

Hanagata: Is that so? You don't have to worry about me. It's enough for me to see you happy. Do you ask Michi how he feels every time I accompany you two?

"Do you ask Michi how he feels every time I accompany you two?" He wondered why these words seemed to bounce around in his head. A flashback entered his mind—the mood of his lover whenever the three of them were together, especially on a date. His silence never changed. Not moving around too much. When they made a joke, he only laughed once, and occasionally, it even felt forced. He didn't inquire as to where he wanted to go, when he was available, or whether it was alright to take his teammate along.

He suddenly felt guilty about the way he treated his lover, not realizing that he was the one who was neglecting their relationship. He is always irritated when Mitsui goes out with his teammates; he scolds him when he is late that he has almost forgotten that his house is far away; and he accuses him of prioritizing his teammates even though he is always bringing Hanagata on their dates. He realized that he was the one who always complained, whereas his lover simply accepted everything he said. He didn't even thank Mitsui for the time and effort he expended driving to see him. He was angry at himself for failing to recognize his own error—the mistake he had been pointing out to his lover since the beginning of their conflict. He jabbed again, this time at his own cheek rather than in the air.

Hasegawa: Ouch!

Hanagata: What was that for? Are you going crazy?

Hasegawa: Yeah. I think I am.

He took off quickly and ran in the direction of the residence of his lover. He wanted to apologize to him and admit his shortcomings and mistakes. He panted as he pushed the door open, his face down, embarrassed to face him and ashamed of himself. Meanwhile, Sakuragi nearly fainted when he noticed Hasegawa's figure opposite the door. He wrapped his arms around himself, recalling what he had done to fight with his teammate after their fight.

Sakuragi: Don't fight me! Don't strip me off because I don't have any extra clothing with me!

Hanaga: Huh?

Ryota was on his way down the stairs when he noticed Hasegawa staring at him. He was startled and hugged himself to protect his clothes.

Ryota: Dude! I didn't do anything wrong to you! Don't undress me!

With confusion over what the two Shohoku players were saying, Hasegawa simply dripped sweat. He kept going up and quickly knocked on the bedroom door. Meanwhile, Mitsui came inside after leaving the garbage bag in the bin. He was taken aback when he noticed his boyfriend aggressively knocking on his bedroom door. His anger meter was still high, but he kept it bottled up because he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend. He approached the bottom of the stairs slowly, staring at him and unsure whether to call him. He wondered if he was still mad at him.

Sakuragi: Oi, Hasegawa! Michi is down here!

Ryota: Idiot! Why did you say that? Maybe they'll fight again later! Aren't you afraid he'll get naked again?

Sakuragi: It's all right! We've seen his butt! Its appearance will not change when we see it again today! Nyahahaha!

Hanagata: What were you saying?

Ryota: They were fighting earlier. Michi's clothes are ripped after their fight.

Hanagata: Really? So, what else did you see?

Mitsui: You idiots, shut up!

Mitsui's eyes were shining as he fixed his gaze on his boyfriend, whose cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glossy as if he was crying.

Sakuragi: I thought some clothing would be torn again.

Ryota: We have to leave.

Hanagata: Why is that?

Ryota pointed his index finger at the boyfriends, who were slowly walking up the stairs—one going up, one going down. The three men's mouths widened as they witnessed the scene. As the two got closer, they put their fists in their big, gaping mouths. They can hardly wait for the two to meet in the middle. In excitement, their jaws shook, and they bit their hands. Only a few more steps. Almost there. They're getting there.

Sakuragi: How long did it take you to walk up the stairs? AAAHHH!

As Mitsui's slippers hit him, the redhead massaged his brow. As he rubbed his eyes, he noticed Ryota and Hanagata had their palms over their eyes, with a small opening to peer through. He looked around to see what was going on up the stairs.

Sakuragi: AAAAHHHH! Why are you doing that in front of us? I'm still young! You're polluting my mind with this scene! Hmmm!

With two palms covering his entire face, he could hardly breathe. He was struggling to see the view from the stairs, but his entire body felt like it was being dragged out of the house.

Sakuragi: Why are you touching me? Do you have a crush on me? Oi, Hasegawa! Spare Michi's clothing from tearing! Perhaps someone will get a patty and mayonnaise later. Make him an assburger! Nyahahaha!

Mitsui: Red monkey, you sure make a lot of noise!

Ryota: Hey! Do not fight again! We're leaving!

Mitsui: Hurry up!

Hanagata: Bro, don't tear off his clothing.

Hasegawa: Right. I'll just strip him naked.

Sakuragi: AAAHHHH! Did you hear what that man with the spiky hair said? They are exact duplicates! The Ryonan captain! Another pervert! Hmmm!

As soon as the door closed, the redhead's loud voice went away. Hasegawa kissed his lover on the cheek, pressing his forehead against his.

Hasegawa: I'm sorry. I retract everything I said to you earlier.

Confusion fills his eyes as a palm land on his mouth. The fear he had, assuming his lover would never forgive him, gradually fades. The tender hands that were caressing his cheek and the loving eyes that were gazing at him gave him a sense that he was melting into them.

Mitsui: You don't have to say anything.

Hasegawa: Right. Let's make some burgers.

Mitsui: WHAAAT!?

Hasegawa: I mean, let's go back to the bedroom and finish what we started.

Mitsui: Yeah. The burger business.

---

Maki was sitting on the wooden veranda while tying his basketball shoes. When he put his foot down, he turned to his grandmother, who was looking into the distance. He moved toward her and placed his duffel bag on his back.

Maki: Are you okay, grandma?

She answered him with a nod, the corner of her lips slightly curved.

Maki: I'm going to school. Be a good girl.

He kissed her forehead before his feet hit the ground.

Grandma: Grandson, your things fell on.

He quickly looked behind him and saw that some of his school supplies had fallen. He picked them up one by one until he noticed that his grandmother was holding a package of lube in her hand. He hesitated as to how he would take it from her.

Maki: Grandma, that's mine. Hehehe!

He said it shyly as he extended his hand, waiting for the pack to be returned to him.

Grandma: What is this?

Maki: Huh?

He scratched his head, wondering what answer he should give. He blushed even more when he saw her looking at what was written on the package.

Maki: Uh, I put that in my hair.

Grandma: Is that so? Can I use that too?

Maki: No. No. That's just for men's hair.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the package was returned to him. His heart felt like it was about to fall when she held it. He bowed his head again, along with the other half of his body in front of her, before continuing to leave.

Grandma: Grandson.

Maki: Hm?

He looked behind him again, raising an eyebrow to see her face turn serious.

Maki: What's wrong?

Grandma: Does Rukawa have a girlfriend yet?

His back arched in disappointment. He thought that her concern was very serious. He approached her, his arms went around her shoulders, and he brought her back to the veranda. They sat there again to talk. He remembered she had a crush on the Shohoku freshman, but he wondered how to explain the young man's true sexuality to her.

Maki: Um, grandma, before I answer your question, what do you think about gays?

He suddenly felt nervous when he saw her suddenly become silent. Well, he already expected that her belief in people like them could be negative for the reason that she is not that exposed to gay individuals. He moved his gaze to the ground. He remembered his boyfriend. He wants to introduce Fujima to his grandmother at the right time, but how can he do it when she seems to be having second thoughts about their gender?

Grandma: It depends on the situation.

Maki: What do you mean?

Grandma: My judgment of people depends on what is good inside them, regardless of gender.

He seemed to hear the sound of the three points when he heard her point of view. He suddenly felt excited. He mustered up the courage to admit his true self to her, especially to introduce Fujima to her as soon as possible. Overjoyed, he admitted to her about Rukawa's status.

Maki: Grandma, Rukawa has a boyfriend.

Grandma: WHAAAT?!

He bit his fist, panicking to see that she was about to transform into a monster while sobbing. The only thing on his mind earlier was that she would accept the freshman's sexuality, but he forgot that his grandma might be hurt to know about his relationship.

Maki: Grandma, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad.

Her face remained hidden in her palms, as if sobbing from the breaking of her heart. Maki immediately thought of a way. He ran inside the house to get her grandma's phone. He downloads a magical app to help her move on. He quickly returned to her side and revealed what his surprise was. He smiled, seeing grandma's glossy eyes shining as she looked at the app for those who want to flirt, the dating app.

Grandma: Thank you, grandson.

The expression on Maki's face became bored when he saw the quick return of the sweetness of her smile. He just sighed and watched her swipe at the new prospect. It seems that she is not bothered about the other gender, so he mustered up the courage to admit the truth about himself.

Maki: Grandma, I have something to tell you.

Grandma: Ssshhh...

He just frowned at his grandmother's behavior. She just saw a lot of pictures of men, and now she forgot about him right away.

Grandma: This man is very hardworking. I like him.

Maki: No. I need to check on that person first. May I see?

He glanced at the man's profile. His face seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't be sure where he saw the bald guy. He returned the focus to the profile that had been written. Engineer, doctor, dentist, karate master, teacher, pizza delivery guy, cop, and firefighter. How can this guy have so many professions? He doubted the man his grandmother had chosen, and he wouldn't allow her to be harmed, especially since he felt there was something wrong with the man's profile. He took out his cell phone to Google the bald man with a muscular body named Johnny. He was stunned to learn the man's true profession. In a panic, he pressed the screen of her grandmother's phone while it was still in her hand and pressed remove.

Grandma: Why did you erase him?!

Maki: Grandma. It's okay even if you don't move on with Rukawa.

Her face turned sad again as he picked up her cellphone. He felt guilty. He didn't want to see her sad, so he returned it to her grasp. He just sighed as she quickly smiled again, swiping like nothing had happened.

Maki: I have something to tell you.

Grandma: Huh?

Maki: I don't know if you will still accept me. I think not anymore.

Grandma: What do you mean?

Maki: I'm attracted to a man.

He paused, nervous, as his fingers restlessly rubbed his pants. He supposes he thought she would be startled, but she wasn't.

Grandma: Me too.

His face returned to a bored expression, as he couldn't really understand what the old woman was really thinking.

Maki: I'm not kidding.

His eyes blinked rapidly as he watched her. Her reaction didn't seem to change, and the smile was still there on her lips.

Maki: I'm not attracted to women. I'm attracted to a man. I've tried to ignore these feelings or change them before, but why am I this way? My feelings are very real.

Grandma: I can't answer your questions. Aren't you uncomfortable?

Maki: No, I don't.

He shook his head as he kept his eyes focused on her, intently listening to every word she said.

Grandma: As for why you feel the way you do. I can't answer that question. We may never know in this life why people can be as different as they are, including our feelings. But knowing why you feel the way you do isn't important as long as you don't harm other people.

It's like the whole weight on his chest was lifted. Just looking at her with her words of acceptance strengthened his heart to not be bothered by who he is. This time, he was relieved to see her happy for him.

Maki: Thank you for accepting me.

Grandma: It takes courage to talk about it, and you are always my grandson. But before you leave, can you bring Johnny back?

Maki: Nooo!

---

Maki's action was quick and uninterrupted whenever their practice was over. Even though he is busy with school and practice every day, he never seems to run out of energy. After a quick shower, he immediately took out his phone, checking if his boyfriend had already received his message. The corner of his lips curled downward when he saw the single reply to him. A thumbs up. He shoved his phone into the duffel bag, zipped it up, and ran out of the gym. Suddenly, he thought of his grandmother. He felt so relieved after their conversation, and knowing that she accepted his gender, all his doubts about himself disappeared. It pushed him to step up to the next level. He will introduce Fujima to his grandmother tonight. To make sure that what he plans to do is smooth, he needs to hear good advice from his expert friend when it comes to romantic moves.

Sendoh: Bro! Did Fukuda call you too?

Maki: Huh? No. Why?

Sendoh: Hahaha! Nothing. Forget what I said. Why did you call?

Maki: Um, is it okay if I ask a personal question?

Sendoh: Oh. Yes. No problem.

Maki: Um, have you met Rukawa's parents?

Sendoh: I have talked to them on the phone, but I have not seen them in person. Why did you ask?

Maki: Really? Did they like you?

Sendoh: Perhaps, yeah. Why?

Maki: Really?

Sendoh: Um, I think his mom likes me, but his dad, it's like 50-50.

Maki: Oh. Well, I was just... I'm thinking of introducing Kenji to my grandma.

Sendoh: What? Good luck, bro! When will you introduce him?

Maki: Today.

Sendoh: What?

Maki: What do you mean by "what"?

Sendoh: I want to ask, is your grandmother open-minded to the setup you have? I mean, does he know Fujima, or does he have any idea about him?

Maki: No.

Sendoh: If you ask me, it would be better if you prepared your grandmother for your plan first. Before I brought Kaede into our house, I mentioned him to my parents, and he did the same to me. He told his parents about me before I talked to them on the phone.

Hearing his friend's advice made him a little uneasy. Sendoh has a valid point. It's best not to rush her boyfriend's introduction to her grandmother. He couldn't even understand himself. Perhaps he was just so happy now that he had suddenly made such a quick decision. But he has a gut feeling that the two significant people in his life will get along.

Their relationship was not easy for them. Spending time with him isn't as easy as wanting to. It takes a great effort. They are too busy with their teams, so he always tries to find ways to see him more often. Out of nowhere, they just reach out where they can get faster. He is always absent from his sight, but he normally talks about him to his teammates and even to his coach, Takano. It's a good thing his team is supportive of him. He was about to board the train when he saw Kyota on his back.

Maki: Kid, where are you going?

Kyota: Um, I'm just going to do something at the other station.

He just scratched his chin, confused by the strange behavior of their freshman. He was used to it being loud, but after they left the campus, it seemed to be quiet, as if he were deep in thought.

Maki: Is there a problem?

Kyota: Nothing.

He just frowned, unconvinced. He was silently observing him until he didn't realize that he had reached the other station. He took big steps when he walked just after getting off the train. He was used to it, as if he were always chasing time. He wants to get there as soon as possible. They can only see each other twice a week, so they make the most of the time they have together. It was only when he saw him in the distance that his legs pulled him even faster. He immediately wrapped his arms around his body, as if he would never let go.

Fujima hears the gasps of the travelers as he opens his eyes, wandering all around outside the station. He suddenly felt trembling in his chest as he noticed that almost everyone was looking at them. He tried to pull his body backward, but the arms embracing him were too tight.

Fujima: Shin, they are looking at us.

Maki seemed to awaken from his rainbows and butterflies feeling inside him when he felt the body moving away from his hold. He let go of him, but his hands pressed into him, staring at him as if he were scanning every corner of his face.

Maki: I miss you.

Fujima: Me too.

His face grimaced, and he wondered why his boyfriend was uneasy. He followed all the directions of his vision until he realized everyone around them was now watching them. He glanced back at him, sensing he was uncomfortable being watched. He reached for his hand to head to a more distant place. They hadn't gone that far, he paused when he heard the loud cry of a familiar voice.

Kyota: All of you! Do you watch BL?

Everyone: YEEEEES!

Kyota: Then why are you looking at them so badly?!

Man: They must keep their dirty things at home. Not in this crowded place.

Kyota: Really? Don't touch your girlfriend's hand here if that's not allowed! You are so happy when you watch BL! Now that you've seen the real thing, you're disgusted! Do not interfere with other people!

Maki was startled to see Kyota fighting with a stranger. He heard everything they fought about, but still, he wasn't bothered by what other people thought of them. He approached the two facing each other and went between them. He bowed slightly as he stared at the man, whose height was only about his chest.

Maki: Do you have a problem with me and my boyfriend?

He said it in a husky voice, keeping his menacing glance at the man, whose knees now seemed to be going soft. He just shook his head as he saw the man running fast away from him and leaving his girlfriend on the bench out of fear.

Maki: Thanks, kid. Where are you going?

Kyota: Um, I'm just going to pass something nearby, then I'll go home right away.

He was left there, puzzled, sensing the odd behavior of Kyota. He decided to head to a shed where his boyfriend was waiting for him.

Fujima: What took you so long?

Maki: I saw Kyota. He said he had something to do here.

He put his arm around his lover's waist while another arm held him around his back. They were leisurely walking on the walkways with their skin being hit by the cold breeze. He suddenly felt his throat dry, so he took Maki closer to a juice stand.

Fujima: Two large sizes...

Vendor: Is he your big brother?

His eyes widened blankly as he was asked something too personal. He turned to check on his lover immediately to see what his reaction was. Expectedly, he already guessed Maki was staring at the ground, murmuring as if sulking.

Maki: Big brother?

He rubbed his back as he chuckled, peaking at him as if Maki was the cutest man when being shy. Their hands remained in each other's backs while waiting for their order until a pair of hands were extended in front of them, waiting for them to take the two fruit juices from the grasp.

Kyota: Go where you're going.

They were just stunned by the sudden appearance of Kyota, who had a serious expression on his face. They took the two juices quietly, but Maki was even more confused when his teammate reappeared from nowhere.

Maki: Are you all right, kid?

Kyota: I'm good.

Maki: Where exactly are you going?

Kyota: I'm waiting for someone who hasn't arrived yet. Hahaha!

Maki's worry eased when he heard his loud laugh. He wasn't sure, but his instincts tell him there's really something going on with this kid. He wanted to ask him, but he was now being pushed to move away from that spot.

Kyota: Go ahead! I will pay for your drinks.

Kyota's pushing of them also went quite far. They continued walking until Maki quickly turned back. He looked around, unable to believe that Kyota had disappeared so quickly. He felt a caress on his back, which soothed his intense worry. Meanwhile, they could see the motel from the other side of the road. He breathed a sigh when he forgot to put lubricant in his duffel bag.

Maki: Can you wait for me here?

Fujima: Where are you going?

Maki: I'm going to buy something at the convenience store.

Fujima: I'm coming with you.

Maki: But...

He blushed slightly at his boyfriend's teasing smile. He had no choice but to enter the store with him. His eyes wander as he observes the other people who are there inside. He was glad to see them having their own business as they browsed the racks.

Something mischievous enters Maki's mind as he slightly pushes his boyfriend in a corner, giving him a quick and deep kiss. Fujima refrained from giggling, letting his back lean on the wall, and responding to the lips that were sucking him again and again. They had almost forgotten why they were there until Fujima noticed a man standing behind Maki. He pulled Maki to his side to get away from the man, who had his back to them.

Maki: Kyota?

Kyota: Captain, next time, don't do that in the place where there is a mirror.

Their spirits seemed to wake up when they raised their heads, checking the top of the corner of the wall. Their cheeks warmed as they saw almost everyone inside the store, and they were looking at them in the mirror.

Kyota: Get out now.

Maki nodded to his teammate before they bolted, running towards the exit door. They felt a little cooler when they got out of the convenience store. They stayed on the other street, staring at each other, until they remembered that they needed to buy something.

Kyota: Captain.

The freshman suddenly appeared in front of them again, handing them something in a paper bag.

Fujima: What's that?

Kyota: Um. Just take it.

Fujima took it and carefully opened it. He blushed as he peeked inside. He handed it to Maki, and just like him, his whole cheeks turned red. He glared at his teammate with a trace of shyness on his face. He straightened his stand, as he really was surprised at the seemingly sudden appearance of where they were going.

Maki: Kyota, are you following us?

Kyota: Yeah.

They watched the freshman's blank face as if he were deep in thought.

Fujima: I know. You have been rescuing us for a while now.

Kyota: How did you know?

Fujima: I followed Shin when he said that he seemed to know the voice that was fighting at the station. The vendor looked at us with disgust earlier. That's why you sent us away and you protected us inside the store.

Maki: What? I thought you were waiting for someone here.

Kyota: You are actually the reason why I came here.

Maki: For what?

Kyota: Yeah. Just before I left the gym, Sakuragi called me.

Kyota massaged his neck and cleared his throat before narrating the entire phone call between him and Sakuragi.

Kyota: Why are you calling?

Sakuragi: You're not the reason I called!

Kyota: If I wasn't the reason you called, why did you dial my phone number?!

Sakuragi: Listen, wild monkey. Accompany Grandpa and Substitute wherever they go. And don't let them flirt in public!

Kyota: Why should I listen to you?!

Sakuragi: Just do it!

Kyota: Why should I look after them?! They are adults. Besides, what do other people care if they flirt? They are boyfriends.

Sakuragi: Listen! We almost had a fight earlier because there were students here who gossiped about grandpa and substitute holding hands while walking! Are you okay with other people making fun of your captain and his boyfriend?

Kyota gasped after he told the full details, mimicking Sakuragi's voice and the volume of their voices in conversation. Meanwhile, the boyfriends tightened their grip on the paper bag they were holding, not taking their eyes off the freshman with admiration. They felt warmed by his gesture, even though it was not obvious from his behavior since they were at the station. Maki moves forward, places his palm on the other head, and rubs the hair of the wild monkey.

Maki: I understand. Thanks, kid!

Kyota: Yeah.

Maki's lips turned upward when he saw Kyota's deadpan expression while looking at his hands totally messing up the hair. He removed his hand and watched as the freshman fixed his knotted hair.

Maki: Hahaha! Um, do you want to go with us?

Kyota: WHAAAT?! Will you take me to the motel?

Fujima: Hahaha! I will let you come if you take a video of us.

Kyota: WHAAAT?! No way! Um, can I leave you guys?

Fujima: Sure. We can handle ourselves.

Kyota: Really?! Next time, can you hold that off and wait until you get inside the motel?!

The boyfriends just bowed their heads, blushing in shame, as Kyota preached to them.

Maki, Fujima: Yeah.

They held hands and entered the wide furnishing surface towards the reception area. Maki leaned his one arm on the cold tiled desk as he talks to the receptioinist.

Receptionist: Hello, good afternoon, sir.

Maki: I booked a room last week.

Receptionist: Okay sir, just a moment.

The lady quickly checked the name on the monitor below the desk and quickly handed the keycard to them. Fujima narrowed his eyes, confused as he watched the flush of his lover's cheeks and the giggles of the receptionist before they left the desk. As they walked towards the hallway, he was so curious that his mind would not rest until he knew why the two seemed to know each other.

Fujima: Do you know her?

Maki: Yes.

Fujima: Really?

Maki's mouth dropped open in shock as he saw the irritated expression on Fujima's face with his hand pulling away from his grasp. He paused in the hallway and held him by his shoulders.

Maki: You're thinking wrong.

Fujima: What should I think?

Maki: Okay. I know the owner of this motel.

Fujima: What does knowing the owner of the motel have to do with the girl you were smiling at earlier?

He took a deep breath before looking more intently at Fujima.

Maki: My grandma owns this motel.

Fujiima's jaw almost dropped in shock at what he found out. His legs seemed to be pulling him out of the hallway as far as his legs would go.

Maki: Wait! Where are you going?

Fujima: Home.

He sped up and increased his walking pace to get to the exit immediately. Suddenly, his arms were pulled from behind him, but he forcefully withdrew his hand from the tight grip.

Maki: Yes. She owns this place, but it doesn't mean the lady on the front desk will tell her about us.

Fujima: Are you sure?

Maki: Yeah.

His eyes remained fixed on the floor as they returned to stroll towards the room. He was convinced by what his lover said but he still had doubts about his grandmother's reaction when she found out about the two of them.

As soon as the door closed, only the delicate rustling noises of their breathing hissing from their kissing lips could be heard. Maki's hands struggled to lower his pants, which were all too tight around his massive ass and long quad bulges. A pair of hands reached into his larger, bulkier muscles and pulled up his basic black shirt. He assisted his boyfriend in pulling up his clothes and throwing them on the ground after removing his pants.

Fujima's mouth dried up as his lover's hands stripped him naked. Now that the aroma of the space is luring their repressed emotions and his chest is lightly perspiration against his skin, he is starting to feel erotic. Looking up, he allowed the other mouth to lick the flesh of his neck while feeling the warm drip of saliva tickle his chest as it slowly dripped down. He raised his chest slightly, pressing his flesh to the other mouth, kissing him down the swaying muscles of his bare body and towards the waistline of his briefs. A callous palm entered his pants, tweaking the tall, thick cheeks of his ass. He jerked slightly. His lover reconnected with his lips and gave him a passionate kiss while massaging his buttocks inside his pants. Their bodies were pressed together as their feet dragged them towards the bed.

They sucked each other's lips together and kept moving until their legs bumped against the edge of the bed. Fujima gasped as he felt large hands slide through the fabric of his boxer briefs, palms caressing the throbbing mass of his cock. His hands move over his lover's tightly bound arms and down to his hips, touching the other ass's taut muscles.

Maki flexed his massive ass and wiggled his way into the other hand's grasp. He started grinding his crotch against the other hardness, gradually grinding himself as he pressed his hips. They moaned into each other's lips as they roughed each other up, squeezed, and moaned their insatiable hunger, rubbing each other's asses until Maki quickly removed the other pants. They were only wearing socks and swollen boxer briefs. He put the dick's head through his mouth, slurping up the salty flesh. He watched his lover's mouth open in desire as he softly licked the tip before opening his mouth wide and pushing it inside. He took in the length with ease, guided by fingers that touched the back of his head and twisted his hair.

Fujima became aware of his lover's unwavering gaze as his mouth moved along the throbbing, erect length of the cock, moaning with each movement. He had been desiring to engage in it ever since their initial encounter. His free hand scooped up the ball behind the black hair as his mouth moved down, followed by his tongue manipulating its flesh. His fingertips persisted in pumping the length, and his exertion caused the thick, fur-covered skin surrounding the large sac to feel even more constricted. His lips moved up until they reached the dick's tip as his mouth moved up. Feeling perspiration coming on, he put the length back in his mouth.

Maki: aaaaahhhhh…

His fingers pump the skin up and down to its full length as his tongue continues to lick the area around the dick. Even though he was still out of breath, he continued to shove the entire length into his mouth, doing so until he tasted the cum that had covered his lips.

Fujima: I'll sap your energy, preventing you from returning home.

Maki: That's good to hear.

He gave the dick a solid sucked, forcing his mouth to open wider as he spat. The engorged dick was on the verge of bursting. The large, sticky cum beads on the enraged red tip of the dick spilled into his mouth as his hands held the dick above his lips. He remained still for a moment, his eyes nearly closed from the powerful spurt of dense beads that was spraying from inside his mouth. With his fingers wiping the cum off his cheeks and licking everything off his palm, he swallowed it firmly. He was startled when Maki suddenly climbed on top of him and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss while pushing his back into the mattress.

Maki eagerly seized his boyfriend's brief and simply left it by his side. He shifted his attention to the hardness in front of him. His hand crawled down until it came to a halt, his fingers tugging at the firm cock. He mouth-slurped the crown of the cock before slurping the head's salty musk with his tongue. He couldn't stop his mouth from going down further. Before long, his nose was buried in the bush. He grinned as he overheard his boyfriend grunt and gasp while still moving his mouth up and down the cock. He pushed his mouth down until the tip of his tongue soaked the back of his throat. He leans back and takes a deep breath, stopping his lips at the tip. He huffed as he swooped back down and up, making his boyfriend curl on his toes and let out a stammering groan as he kept the pace of his mouth sucking the dick back and forth. He sighed, coughed a little, and then moved slowly away from the cock to get some air. He began to rock his mouth back and forth, sucking the hardness again.

He drew his mouth briefly away from the cock and let out a loud sigh. Long and thick strands of cum were still attached to his lips, and he was staring at the cock that was getting bigger and bigger. He retracted his mouth, eating the pre-cum thread up to the tip of the cock while still following its trail. He sucked his finger and wiped the gooey moisture from the side of his mouth. The two of them shared the flavor of the cum and the scent of the freshly sucked dick from their now-wet lips as he quickly rose to level his mouth with his. He glanced at his boyfriend's cock, which was growing even larger, for a brief moment as they both breathed.

Maki again had his boyfriend's lips in his mouth as he climbed over the body that was wonderfully sprawled out on the mattress. They kissed with their mouths open, licking every fold of flesh and exchanging the taste of wetness from the erection as their heads swiveled from side to side. His hardness slides smoothly against his as they slam their hips together and dig their hands into each other's scalps. Their legs slide with their movements as their bare bodies slide across their wet chests. They embrace one another tightly while still in their underwear as their hands circle their backs, feeling their bodies sink deeper into the bed with each pound.

As their kiss remained intensely hot and pressed deeper, Fujima spread his legs widely and put his hands at the backs of his thighs. With his large, sticky dick in hand, Maki slowly entered the ring while teasing the ass with its tip. He adjusted himself into a kneeling position and felt the other hands gripping his hips tightly. He could feel his cock throbbing as he pumped himself inside the tight wall. Maki groaned as he slowly inserted his thick dick, pushed his hips between the separated thighs, and pushed his tip deeper. He stood still for a moment before deciding to take his dick out and carefully slip out of the ass.

Maki: Can I ask a favor?

Fujima: What favor?

Maki: Fuck me.

Fujima: What?

Fujima was perplexed, not understanding why Maki had made such an abrupt request. He was at the bottom, and for them, it was now the norm. Not that he wasn't interested in it. He thinks this man is very good at having sex with him. He wasn't sure if he could penetrate him and give him the same sort of pleasure he was getting from him, but he still wanted to give it a shot and see what would happen.

Maki: I've been thinking about it since we did it the last time. I want to give myself to you, and I want you to feel the same way. Sometimes I imagine wanting to feel you enter my ass.

Fujima: Really?

He sees that he is certain as he assists him in getting out of bed. He hurried over to the paper bag they'd left on the floor next to the door. He knelt on the bed with a pack in his hands. He pulled it out, snapped the edge between his teeth, and poured the contents into his palm. He smeared the silky lube inside Maki's hole while expanding the other legs out in front of him. Like his lover had done to him, he concentrated on the specific area inside his ass that needed to be hit. When his finger entered the ass, he was aroused to see him start to writhe and groan as his first, second, and finally three fingers entered slowly, pushing back and forth inside. He grabbed the other hip, lined the oily hole with his enormous cock, which was now even more erect than before, and peered into him.

Fujima: Are you ready?

Maki: Yes.

He spoke in a low voice, which Fujima picked up and understood with a smile. He felt a slight shudder as the cock in his ring slowly filled him to the brim. He groaned as the massive cock made the first few inches of contact with his hole, feeling the tight grip on his hips. He encouraged his boyfriend with a nod, telling him to keep going and dig without stopping.

Fujima had a chock-full cock, but he didn't want to end their evening so abruptly, nor did he want his cum to blow up that quickly. He wanted to make his lover feel as pleasurable as he had made him feel since their first sex. He bit his lip and forced himself to move smoothly and delicately while giving every inch of his hard cock space to fit through the narrow opening. He worked his cock while gazing at Maki's gaping mouth, which let out a vicious growl as he sensually thrust his hardness into the hot, wet holes. With each slow stroke, he pushed and slid deeper into the slit, maintaining an unhurried rhythm as he did so at first, inch by inch. He glanced at him once again and nodded as his lover urged him to carry on with his dominant thrusts. He could hear his cock snapping around the sloppy entrance, getting hot around the rectal wall. His incredibly hard cock was filling the hole, and their sticky, messy flesh was slapping against each other, making his breath grow shallow. As he quickened the thrust of his hips, his fingertips almost sank into the back of the thigh he was holding, which was hanging between his body.

His cock was giving him an electric shock-like sensation that was about to make him explode. He was now losing himself as his eyes closed from the pleasure he felt each time his hardness scraped through the small gap, becoming accustomed to the back-and-forth motion of his length coming in and out. He saw the trembling that occurred throughout Maki's body as he struck that tempting spot, and he also thought he was crazy for doing so. The hint that he was about to reach his peak was already beginning to sink in. Maki's parted lips, drooping lids, and arched brows caused him to utter a series of low grunts that rang in his ears and roused his lust. He then pushed the full length of his cock into the gap. This time, he really jackhammered him hard and fast. He put his palms on both sides of the mattress while arching his body and reaching for his lover's lips. He eagerly pressed his lips against his, kissing him with an ardent and messy kiss. With their sweat-soaked bodies, they were losing their sense of self and becoming slaves to his cock's constant inward and outward thrust. The pleasure of squeezing his pulsating cock into the even tighter hole as quickly as his breath will allow him makes him unable to control himself from rocking his hip and enjoying the sensation.

They can't believe they've made it, completely trusting their naked bodies as they share what their bodies desire. Perhaps it is the desire for contact or a sense of being aroused when they think of each other. A look of lust and inebriation was painted on his face as he turned at him. Being able to provide Maki with the pleasure he deserved made him pleased. He was gasping as he realized their swollen hardness was about to burst. He felt like he could spurt his heavy, hot cock for several minutes due to the size of its swelling. He had never experienced a feeling as strong, warm, or alive as this one.

Maki: I'm going to blow up!

Maki let out a strangled wail as his hot, thick cum shot spurted from his enormous, enraged cock, streaking white across his sweaty muscles. He breathed deeply, his face turning pale as he continued to erupt. His boyfriend's moaning joined his forced groans as they rocked their bodies, erupting into screams of pleasure.

Fujima: I'm so close.

With each thrust, Fujima's hips sank deeper and faster into the ring, almost squeezing his weighty balls against their skin. He burrowed his face into his lover's neck while stuttering and howling, feeling his entire body tremble as he burst his cum. He attempted to lift his body, but he was too exhausted from the strenuous pounding he had done. His entire body tensed as he pushed the full length of his cock into the constricting, milky depths. With every powerful splash of jizz spurting from his tip, his hips continue to jerk, and his finger keeps on clenching the mattress' softness. He can feel himself sink beneath him as his chest vibrates against his. Now that he was lying in his man's warm body, he was able to unwind and rest as he felt the tanned arms encircling his bare back and pressing it even closer to his. He continued to enjoy the sensation of having his cock still buried in the warm cream that he had tightly dipped until his milk ran out.

They hugged each other, wincing with each ejaculation as they let out a variety of grunts while releasing their cum for one another. Maki's embrace grew tighter around him as his arm slid around the other wet neck, encircling his broad, sweaty, cum-covered body. While still heavily panting from the intense orgasm he had just experienced, Fujima allowed all of his body weight to lean under his lover. The heat of their bodies naturally caused their lips to come together for another kiss, this time slower and sweeter. No rush. They are free to take their time and are not constrained by the limitations of their own reality.

Maki: Damn! When will this happen again?

Fujima: Hahaha!

As he felt their naked bodies pressing up against one another, Maki grinned as he felt the smooth, sweat-covered flesh. His eyes revealed all the emotions he struggled to adequately express. Fujima, however, had a better grasp of his lover's inner self than anyone else ever had or could.

Fujima rolled onto his side and wrapped his other arm around him, bringing their foreheads together. He inhales, warming his face and his blazing mouth as they lock lips once more in a deep, deliberate, and firm way. The hot, wet sound of their lips brushing against each other rose above the murmurs and whispers around them, making their embrace feel as though they had been trying to hold each other for ages as it warmed up again. No matter their destinations or preferred routes, they always end up in each other's arms.

Meanwhile, Fujima narrowed his eyes, confused as to why Maki kept his beautiful smile as they left the motel. He seemed giddy about something, holding his hand lovingly and keeping peeking at him as they walked. He simply chuckled at him, thinking maybe he was really happy to have spent time with him, until he noticed that he took him in a different direction.

Fujima: Shin, where are we going?

Maki: Relax. I am sure you will like it.

Fujima: I don't like surprises.

Maki: Come on. Don't think something bad will happen again.

Fujima: Since we arrived here, everything that has happened has not been in our favor.

Maki: But we overcome that all.

Fujima: Yes. My point is that we can't expect everything to go our way.

Maki: We don't need to expect everything to be perfect. We just need to work on something perfect for each other.

He just sighed at his stubbornness. He didn't do anything but follow where he was taking him until they stopped on the side of the road, in front of a fancy house that was just a few feet away from the motel they came from. He peeked at him from the corner of his eye, observing Maki's smile grow wider while staring at the house. He can no longer bear what kind of surprise he has for him, so he moves in front of him to question him.

Fujima: Hey, where exactly are we going?

Maki: Here.

He turned his body towards his back, focusing on the house that Maki had been staring at. He took two steps backward as the trembling started to grow in his chest. He can feel that he is not getting more comfortable by the minute, as he already senses where this is going.

Fujima: No way.

Maki: Yes.

Fujima: No.

Maki: Yes.

Fujima: I'm sorry. I think it's not the right time.

Maki: Hey, if this is not the right time, when do you think it should be?

Fujima: You should have told me first, not like this, that you were going to tell me right in front of your grandmother's house. I can't.

Maki: It was okay with her when I confessed to her earlier this morning. She accepted me.

Fujima: She accepted you because you are her grandson. I'm still a stranger. Can we give her some space? I will show myself to her if she is ready.

Maki: Don't you trust me?

Fujima: I trust you.

Maki: Then, just follow my lead.

Fujima: What made you so sure that it's okay with her to go in there with me?

Maki: I know she'll like you.

Fujima: How can you be sure?

Maki: I just know.

After a full day of practice and a few bouts of boinks on the mattress, his body is nearly exhausted. However, when he learned that his lover had intended to take him to his grandmother's house, it seemed to tense his muscles and awaken his system. He repeatedly placed his hand on the nape of his neck, nervously wiping it as he did so, especially now that they were on the other side of the door.

Maki: Good evening, grandma.

They both bowed and returned their posture slowly as they greeted the elderly lady. After setting their footwear on the rack, they stepped onto a higher wooden floor. Fujima relaxed and cast his gaze over the house's meticulously preserved traditional interior design. They sit on a cushion on the tatami floor after Maki shows him to a typical low dining table.

Fujima: Thank you.

He bowed and took the cup of tea she had poured for him. He tightened his grip on the cup until he could place it on the saucer, and he quickly ran his hands down his pants. When Maki began massaging his hand, he was startled. He shook his head, attempting to keep him from touching him in front of the elderly lady.

Maki: Grandma, his name is Kenji Fujima, my boyfriend.

They watched her facial expression in anticipation of her words to them. They already expect that Fujima won't be accepted as a boyfriend right away, but Maki is sure that even if it takes a while, he will persuade his grandma to accept him.

Grandma: He is a pretty boy.

He tried to calm himself down and gave her a timid smile. He was still aware of her attention on him, which made him hunch his back against the backrest as if she were studying his facial features. Unsure of why she had continued to look at him for so long, he twitched his fingers apprehensively.

Maki: Grandma. I know what you're thinking.

Hearing him speak, he quickly turned to face his lover. He looked at him suspiciously and arched his brow as if to ask as to what he meant by what he said.

Grandma: You resemble a person I know.

Maki: Yeah. Hahaha!

He was even less sure of what was actually going on in his immediate surroundings. He felt like he could no longer stand feeling nervous in his chest and really wanted to know what they were talking about.

Fujima: Grandma, what do you mean?

Grandma: You have a resemblance to Rukawa.

He widened his eyes, wondering why and how she had met the Shohoku freshman. His finger scratched his cheek. When he notices the old woman's giggling eyes giggling at him as if she were so fond of him, he becomes even more shy.

Fujima: Ahh. Hehehe! I thought you would say that your husband looks like me.

Grandma: I would also like to.

Fujima: Huh?

Maki: Grandma, have you ever found a date on the dating app?

Fujima: What?

Grandma: I told you, I don't need a new husband. I will not replace your grandfather in my heart.

Upon hearing this, Fujima grinned and raised his teacup. He had started to feel comfortable around the elderly woman somehow. She appeared happy and enjoyable to be around. He truly thought dealing with her would be difficult, especially given the relationship he has with his grandson.

Maki: Are you sure? But suppose... Only if you're given a chance to go on a date...

Grandma: I'm too old for that sort of thing. But if I get married again and I get to pick the man, Rukawa is fine with me.

Hearing what the elderly woman said, Fujima unintentionally spilled the tea from his mouth. He quickly wiped his mouth and the table with a table napkin until he noticed a hand touching the top of his hand, as if stopping him from cleaning the surface.

Grandma: Don't worry, Kenji, I'll handle it. Shin, go with him so he can clean himself in the restroom.

Maki: Yes, grandma.

He stood up and bowed to her. He followed Maki's lead until he was pulled back by a hand wrapped around his back.

Fujima: Hey. Don't do that here.

Maki: I know.

He gave him a squeeze on the side of the stomach before he went into the bathroom. As he lifted his face to look in the mirror after washing his face, he laughed. He reached for the properly rolled face towel on the rack and used it to gently wipe his face. He used to feel like his time at Kainan was a curse, but now he understands Maki was right that they should try their hardest to overcome any bad luck that comes their way. He seemed to have forgotten all the negative things that had happened to him, as though it had covered them all.

Remembering their friends who are always there for them, Maki as his boyfriend, and knowing his grandma likes him and supports their relationship is enough to keep them going in life. Just as he opened the door, a pair of hands cupped his jaw as Maki kissed him. He pushed the other chest slightly, his gaze fixed on him, as if warning him not to do it again.

Fujima: What if your grandmother sees us?

Maki: I'm sure she didn't mind.

As the three of them ate dinner together, the evening was loose and joyful, and Fujima was delighted to speak with her. Anytime the elderly woman related a tale of her early dating experiences, the entire dining room would break out in laughter.

Maki: Not again, grandma. Hmmm!

She shoved a large piece of food into her grandson's mouth, quickly quelling his chatter.

Grandma: I put off getting married for a very long time because I thought handsome men only appeared in cartoons.

Fujima struggled to swallow his meal as he continued to laugh at the elderly woman's silly views on men.

Grandma: Then I realized that's not true. Since cartoons don't change their clothes, I still find real people more appealing.

Fujima: Hahaha!

Maki: They are changing their clothes. It's just that it's not shown in the episodes.

Grandma: Why not broadcast it on television if they bathe and change clothes?

Maki: There is such a scene in the anime, but it is restricted to being shown on TV.

Grandma: What do you mean by restricted?

Maki: Restricted, meaning forbidden to those who want to see men stripping off, like you.

Grandma: Hold your tongue.

Fujima had already leaned his elbow on the table with his palm covering his entire face, preventing himself from letting out a loud laugh. His stomach is a little aching as it bounces every time his chest vibrates when he laughs. He thought he could no longer eat from the funny stories of the old woman.

Grandma: Shin, next time, if you want to do that, that...um...what is the better term for that? Um... Striking your swords...

Maki, Fujima: Eh?

Grandma: I can't say the word.

Maki: We already understand your point. You don't need to mention the word, grandma.

Grandma: What I mean to say was, you don't need to stay in a motel. You can use your room here. Even if you roll here, no matter how long it takes to do that humping, just stay here at home.

Maki: The walls of my room are very thin. Just a single prick of your finger will make a hole in the wall immediately. Then you might take a peek at us.

Grandma: Hold your tongue and eat.

The night became memorable for the two of them. They decided to relax on the beach first, watching their reflection in the sand as they walked towards a bench. They rested there for a moment and watched the sparkling reflection of the moonlight and stars hitting the water.

Fujima: Is that why you thought your grandmother would like me because I look a bit like Rukawa?

Maki: A little, but that's not the reason.

Fujima: Because she loves handsome boys?

Maki: Maybe, but that's still not the reason.

Fujima: So, what is it?

Maki: She knows I'm content being with you.

Fujima: Hold your tongue.

Maki's eyes bulged when he heard his reply. He had never heard his boyfriend speak like this before. He shifted his body to face him with his worrying look, checking him intently to see what had happened to him.

Maki: Hey! I'm trying to be sweet to you. Where did that come from?

Fujima: Your grandmother, of course.

Maki: Hahaha! Yes. She's cool, right?

Fujima: Yeah.

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When they arrived at the apartment, Rukawa kept his eyes on him, sensing that his lover had suddenly become quiet since when they came from the church. He heard his every heavy sigh as they were walking down the street. He remembered their appearance earlier in the aisle, especially the chill he felt when he saw his face that seemed unsure and nervous in front of him. As if something was holding back Sendoh from saying what he wanted to say to him. His hand rubbed his chest, praying that what he was thinking was wrong. But, if they come to that point, he is sure he will say yes to him.

Rukawa: I'll take a shower first.

Sendoh: Won't you even invite me?

Rukawa: No.

Sendoh: Heh.

Sendoh's lips was raised as he sulked at his boyfriend who always refused his teasing. He just dropped his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about his surprise for his boyfriend tomorrow. It's their biggest day, a celebration of their relationship and wishing it will turn perfect and memorable for them. His eyes were shining bright, giggling with excitement, can't wait for tomorrow.

AAAHHH... OOOHHH... AAAHHH...

His magical imagination was shattered by the obscene ring tone he heard. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for the cellphone. He slid the phone screen open and quickly checked which demon had sent the message. The nervousness in his heart disappeared when he saw that only one notification went through the phone, but an email popped up that caught his attention.

Sendoh: Admission letter?

He adjusted his seat as he suddenly became curious as to what the entire message contained. He wants to open it but, his inner thinking prevents him to open it. He believes that even though they have a relationship, he still wants to give privacy for Rukawa. He tossed the phone on the bed, preventing himself from opening the mail. He chewed his lips as he couldn't understand why he couldn't bear not looking at it. He leapt up on the bed, quickly went to the bathroom door to ask his boyfriend for permission.

Sendoh: Babe, can I check your mail?

Rukawa: Okay.

Sendoh: Are you sure?

Rukawa: Yeah. Why are you still asking?

Sendoh: Um, you might be angry that I'm intruding on your privacy.

He said quietly, tapping his finger on the walls worrying that his boyfriend might just agree because he asked. He didn't understand why he suddenly felt bad about that mail when he didn't feel it before. He was about to step away from the door when he was suddenly jumped by the loud opening of the bathroom door.

Rukawa: Why would I be angry?

Sendoh: Hahaha! Maybe it's because you're just shy to say no to me, so you let me open your phone.

Rukawa: What privacy are you talking about? You have touched and seen everything on my body, why would I complain if you touch my phone?

Sendoh: Hahaha! You're right! Why didn't I think of that right away?

Rukawa: Because you're an overthinking idiot. Heh.

Sendoh: Hahaha!

His hand caught the chin of his boyfriend who was peeking through the small opening of the door, pull his head and gave him a deep kiss.

Rukawa: Yuck.

Sendoh: Hahaha! Hurry up there so I can eat you later. EEEHHH!

He jumped up and down with a big smile on his way to the bed. He picked up the phone and immediately opened the mail he didn't trust.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

His eyes bulged wondering what the wizardry admission letter that Rukawa received was for. He quickly went to the bathroom door again to ask his boyfriend.

Sendoh: Babe! Wait a minute. I'm just looking for something!

Rukawa: Why?!

His hand removed his boyfriend's still wet bangs and checked carefully if there was lightning on his forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no scars on his forehead, so he wondered even more why Rukawa received an admission letter.

Rukawa: How can I finish bathing if you're bothering me!

Sendoh: I'm sorry. Are you not applying to other schools or any scholarship programs?

Rukawa: No. Why would I do that? Why are you looking at my forehead?

Sendoh: I thought you had lightning on your forehead. I just want to make sure no one else comes in here and drinks a polyjuice potion to replace you.

Rukawa: I can see the lightning.

Sendoh: Where?

Rukawa: Later, we'll leave a lightning stain on the bed.

Sendoh: Hahaha! Where did you learn that?

Rukawa: From your grandfather.

Sendoh: Oi! Hahaha!

The excitement of the spiky head's return to the bed is not due to the email that was accidentally sent but rather to the activity that will result in lightning and flood stains on the bed cover later. As he looked through the other emails on his boyfriend's phone, he again leaned his back against the bed. When he reached out to set the phone down on the side table, he continued to look at the phone, but all of a sudden, a new message appeared on the screen. They have a long list of things they want to do tomorrow, the day of their celebration, and tonight. Earlier, he decided to turn off his phone after receiving a lot of calls. He asked his boyfriend for his consent before using his phone, so he believed it was okay for him to switch off his phone. Suddenly, he sat up by the loud slamming of the bathroom door, where Rukawa emerged with his hair still wet, staring at him intently as if he was about to devour him whole.

Rukawa was staring at him with eyes that sparkled down at him, staring at his dark, swollen nipples that looked like ripe fruit that was ready to be eaten. This caused Sendoh's libido to soar. He can sense the eager mouth's breath as it prepares to taste his fruit. He gasped as a cool breath caressed the skin between the tips of his forefinger and thumb and gently squeezed it, rolling his luscious nipple between the fingers. In a split second, his nipple was sucked, and an intense gasp of pleasure erupted from him. He observed as the wet tongue and moist lips made love to his abdomen while licking his navel like a delicate treasure trail to rouse him. Then, there it was—his hard, throbbing dick as the epitome of perfection—erect and rigid, pulsing, desperately yearning to be touched, with hot pre-cums already dripping from the tip on its head.

They appeared to be driven by a strong emotion to lose themselves in that desire as their gazes met. His desire to taste that sweet nectar drove him to suck that dick even deeper, sliding that thick, hot, and pulsing meat inside his mouth and all the way down his throat. He was half-lidded as he began to feel himself awakened by his own lust. He made his hands grab his own dangling, stiff cock and began by lightly stroking it while his mouth was busy being filled with dick. His other hand grabbed the length of the dick on his face and milked it while his mouth slurped the head and shoved it again in his mouth. He then paused, clenching his jaw as the juicy meat chunk soaked through each time the dick's full length was inside him.

His ears were filled with Sendoh's dulcet sighs of satisfaction, which roused the fucking greed that drove him to suck the dick back and forth. Again, pausing to catch his breath, he continued to pump that dick on his face with one hand while pumping his own cock with the other. Slowly at first, then more quickly, he sucked it in until his lips touched the groin, pulled his mouth back, and licked the tip. That piece of meat is so big that it slid down the back of his throat and gagged it, causing him to cough and gasp for air for a while.

Rukawa prepares himself by holding his breath as he tries to put the longer, more engorged, hard cock back in. He takes a breath in through his nose as it slowly slides into his mouth again, filling it to the brim. He could feel the hot pre-cums overflowing on the side of his lips as he sucked the length recklessly, sloppily pumping the entire size inside his mouth. His head pounded relentlessly against the other hips, not wanting to waste even a fraction of their increased pleasure. As he struggled with the size of it, he could feel hands on the back of his head guiding him until he picked up the rhythm of those hands. The thick cum's salty flavor seeped to the tip of its head, making him hanker after more and more of it and deepthroat that dick in anticipation of unleashing its enormous load. His hand tenderly pulled and squeezed those nectar-filled balls as his mouth kept gulping that dick that would bathe them in bliss.

He was almost out of breath and panting as his entire body shook from the eruption of his own cum. He gently squeezed his own shaft, spurting his cum, and his hands did not let go of it. As soon as his mouth stopped moving, the dick that had been in his mouth started gushing out, leaving him gasping heavily. He can taste the flavorful salt as he dribbles it on his tongue, and the erupting tip almost causes it to spill out of his lips. He tried his hardest to swallow it all, but it continued to drop big globs that filled his mouth, almost making him choke. As things heat up, they become too engrossed in the moment to hear footsteps coming down the balcony.

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Mr. Rukawa just looked straight at the road as he reflected on the information he had gathered about his son's status during his stay in Japan. He frowns, knowing that Kaede always sleeps in class and scolds the teacher when she is woken up. He just sighed at his failed subject and only passed whenever there was remedial. He realized he didn't have to make it a big deal. Even though his son failed in other things, he excelled in basketball, his passion.

Mrs. Rukawa: Hon. What do you think of his boyfriend?

Mr. Rukawa: Heh.

Mrs. Rukawa: Hahaha! Akira is an impressive kid. He can balance academics and basketball. He is the team captain of their team.

Mr. Rukawa: I'm sure he has flaws.

Mrs. Rukawa: He is a good boy. He doesn't have any vices.

Mr. Rukawa: Probably he's a pervert.

Mrs. Rukawa: What? How can you say that?

Mr. Rukawa: I just know.

Mrs. Rukawa: You'll get along well then.

Mr. Rukawa: Why?

Mrs. Rukawa: Because you are also a pervert.

His eyes narrowed, and his cheeks slightly reddened as he avoided looking at the teasing eyes staring at him. He shivered slightly when he felt a hand on his thigh. His face was getting redder, and his nose was blowing smoke as he felt fingers squeezing his thigh as they moved up. He suddenly stopped the car and leaned his arms on the steering wheel as his body turned to face his wife.

Mr. Rukawa: Don't start something you can't finish.

Mrs. Rukawa: What are you talking about? I'm just squeezing your thigh.

Mr. Rukawa: Heh.

He got out of the car and quickly went to the other side to open the door for his wife. The couple climbed quickly, as they couldn't wait to see their son again. After they arrived at the opposite door, their vision seemed to darken, and they froze in place when they heard some noises inside, as if they knew what they were.

Oh-my-fucking-miiilk! Mmmmmm… Don't stop!

The moment she realized what had happened, Mrs. Rukawa's hands jerkily rose to her mouth, dropping her jaw and widening her eyes in shock. She turned to face her husband, who was furious and nearly squeezing the two sizable paper bags in his arms as his nose and ears were already smoking. She grabbed the two paper bags from his arms and made an attempt to speak with him, but she squealed when she saw her husband kicking the door repeatedly.

Rukawa pulled his lip that was stuck in the suction of the other lip to listen carefully to the noise he was hearing. He turned off the shower to see if the loud slamming was coming from his apartment. He let go of Sendoh's embrace to check the noise, but the two arms locked him tightly until he couldn't move.

Rukawa: I have to check who the idiot is.

Sendoh: AAAHHHH!

Their shoulders were raised together as the pounding on the door got louder as if something was wrong outside.

Sendoh: Did you order something?

Rukawa: Nothing.

Sendoh: Then don't go out.

Rukawa: The door is about to break!

Sendoh: Just wear shorts. Come back here as soon as you get rid of the stranger.

Rukawa: My nuts will shake if I don't have a brief!

Sendoh: I would be happy to hold your dragon balls all day.

Rukawa: Shut up.

He quickly put on his shorts while holding his shirt in one hand. He didn't even bother looking through the peephole. He carelessly opened the door.

Rukawa: I DID NOT ORDER... anything.

When he saw the two people in front of him, his loud voice died away. His mouth fell open when he noticed his parents' shocked expressions. He was so tense that he almost failed to notice that he was only wearing shorts and that his body was still slightly damp from taking a shower.

Mrs. Rukawa's hands fly to her chest as if her heart stops for a moment, not being able to absorb what she was seeing, while her husband's muscles on his face constrict causing him to turn pale as his brows meet, he gave his son a scrutinizing glare from head to toe.

Pa: What is the meaning of this?!

Rukawa just stare with wide open eyed cannot blink, like the whole world is breaking crumble apart around him, he didn't even shake, just there he was in total paralysis without realizing how long he had been frozen in place. He feels like he died nine lives as he frantically tries to calculate just how big of an eyeful his parents got. This is probably the cringe-inducing scenario that happened in his life. He was still blank on how to handle the aftermath of an accidental peep show.

As he was trying to collect his thoughts, finding the best words so that the atmosphere between them would not be awkward, he was agape as he saw Sendoh walking with wide steps towards his side and giving him an easy nod. His soul almost came out earlier because he was so nervous in front of his parents, but having Sendoh by his side, he felt his confidence build up. Seeing him face his parents with his strong posture, chest up as if he is not ashamed to see them just finished having sex, and his face with no trace of regret that they are doing that is enough to remove the fear of disappointing his parents again.

Sendoh: Pa. Ma. I'm Akira Sendoh. Kaede's boyfriend. He just forced me. I have no choice but to give up my honor so that he does not hurt me.

The couple's eyes narrowed in confusion at the spiky head's statement. Their jaws dropped to the floor in shock as their eyes wandered to the appearance of the two young men, who were both shirtless and wearing only shorts, not even losing their sight of the heavy pounding of their chests from the deep panting of the two, and their hair with tangled strands giving them a warzone like vibe from bed.

Meanwhile, the eyes that were twinkling in admiration for his lover as if nothing could stop their love even if his parents stood in the way, were replaced by glaring eyes and arms showing veins in anger. Rukawa put his palms around his spiky lover's neck and was ready to choke him.

Rukawa: IDIOOOT!

Sendoh: AAAAAHHHHH!

Mrs. Rukawa quickly wrapped her arms and hugged her son away before he strangled his spiky lover. Meanwhile, Mr. Rukawa's folded arms rested relaxed on his chest, smirking as he was satisfied to watch his son himself end his relationship with the spiky head.

Pa: Son, do you want me to help you?

Ma: Really?!

Sendoh, who was still panting as a result of his boyfriend's firm hold on him, managed to escape, almost choking him. Being in this position in front of his in-laws made him feel embarrassed, especially since he and his boyfriend had just begun their session in the bathroom, er, seeing him topless and only wearing shorts.

Sendoh: Pa.

Pa: Sir.

Sendoh: Were you the ones kicking the door earlier?

Pa: Why? Do you have a problem with that?!

Sendoh: Nothing sir. I'm just worried that your feet might hurt. Hehehe!

Pa: Heh.

Rukawa's anger meter dropped slightly as he felt his mother's palm caressing his back. He suddenly turned to face her. His lips curved as he felt his relief to have her by his side now, and to see her again. His eyes moved to the other side where he could hear his father scolding his boyfriend.

Pa: That's why you don't open the door right away because you two are doing something inside!

Rukawa: Huh?

The tip of Rukawa's thumb and index finger rested on the tip of his chin, wondering where exactly he heard those words. He nodded as he rubbed his chin, looking up as if he was brainstorming. Just a few moments later, he heard a ring in his head. His suspicions were correct. He had heard those words before, but they came from his mouth, and the situation was very similar to a scenario many years ago.

Rukawa: I feel like I've seen a scene like this before.

Sendoh: What?

Rukawa: I'm not mistaken. This has happened before.

Sendoh: Of course! We always do that. And I will make sure all our sessions are memorable.

Rukawa: Idiot! I'm not talking about that! I remembered that I was kicking the door for a long time, and I said, "That's why you don't open the door right away because you two are doing something inside!"

Mr Rukawa quickly cleared his throat as he made eye contact with his wife, whose hands fidget behind her son.

Ma: Son, I think we better go inside now! I will prepare the food that your father and I brought earlier.

Rukawa quickly looked at his mother when he noticed that her grip on his arm was tightening as if he was not comfortable with what he said, wearing her awkward smile to him. He peeked behind him at his boyfriend, who was rubbing his own neck and uncomfortable looking at his father. He expects that his father will not accept the relationship he entered into, but he will do anything to make his father trust the two of them.

Rukawa: I remember when mom and I used to visit dad's office upstairs, a very long time ago.

Sendoh: What?

Sendoh observed his father-in-law who seemed to have lost the fierceness on his face, who was coughing looking somewhere while his mom in law was whispering something to Rukawa as if begging him.

Rukawa: My mom always goes up without me and then leaves me in the lobby with the receptionist.

Sendoh: Really?

Rukawa: Yeah. Once she got there, she stayed there for a long time. I do not know why.

Sendoh: Where?

Rukawa: In my father's office.

Mr. Rukawa's coughing became louder, until he sat down on the couch and stayed out of their sight. Mrs. Rukawa's blush creeps across her cheeks as her hands tightly cover her slightly open mouth.

Rukawa: I recall, my dad gave her a kiss before she went to me down the stairs. My mom blushed, head bowed down as she approached me. She told me, Kaede, ssshhh.

Sendoh: Ssshhh?

Rukawa: Yeah.

Sendoh seems to be able to predict where this conversation will go. He bit his lips to hold back his giggles. He is happy to learn that his boyfriend also likes to tease his own parents. Seeing him enjoying himself and how cute to see his in laws look shy, he also took part in his boyfriend's joking.

Sendoh: How long did they stay in the office?

Rukawa: Long time. Sometimes, the receptionist takes me to the shop near the building to buy me treats.

Sendoh: Um, do they last 10 minutes or 20?

Rukawa: One hour. Sometimes more. Sometimes I'm impatient to wait because mom takes so long to come down. So, one time, I went up to check on them.

Ma: Honey, do you think Akira still needs to know that? That's a long time. I don't even remember that anymore.

Rukawa: It's okay that you forgot. The important thing is that I still remember. Where was I?

Sendoh: The last thing you said was that you went up to check on them.

Mr. Rukawa's stuttering cough continued until he choked, holding his neck as he massaged it. His wife hurried to get a glass of water from the kitchen and handed it to him. He looked very stressed as he gulped down the water and his other hand wiped his face with a handkerchief.

Rukawa: Yeah. I went up to the office. The door is locked.

Sendoh: Oh. So, what did you do if the door was locked?

Rukawa: I tried to break it down. I kicked it again and again, but it doesn't break down. I stopped kicking when I heard them screaming.

Sendoh burst out laughing as he couldn't hold it anymore. He quickly glanced at his father-in-law, and he was taken aback when he saw him staring at him with his glaring eyes. He swallowed hard and quickly covered his mouth to stop laughing before he got even more angry with him. He poked Rukawa with his index finger to make him look at him. He shook his head at him, gesturing his boyfriend to stop telling the story now.

Rukawa: Don't you want to know what happened at the end?

Sendoh: Um, not that I don't want to. But maybe, you must stop telling the story. Just tell me the next part of the story next time.

Pa: Shut up.

Ma: Forget that son. It's a shame that Akira even knows that. Right?

Sendoh: It's fine with me, mom. You know Kaede, don't continue the story. Let's go to the dining table.

Rukawa: No. Where was I again?

Sendoh: Um, you said the door was locked and you heard them screaming.

Pa: Shut up!

The spiky head hair seemed to stand up when he heard the angry hiss coming from his father-in-law. He glanced at him quickly. When he saw his jaw stiff and still staring at him, he felt like he was electrifying him with his piercing gaze. He could see that he was really angry now. He put his arm around Rukawa as he pushed him with him towards the dining area, but he was taken aback to see his boyfriend's winning smile.

Rukawa: I keep kicking it until it breaks down, because I keep hearing the scream from the inside.

Sendoh: Um, how long did you kick the door?

Rukawa: About an hour.

His eyes enlarged, unable to believe as his head slowly turned to stare at Rukawa. He covered his mouth again to stop the sound of his laughter. He wanted to ask the full details of what happened in one hour but when he saw his father-in-law behind them, he quickly turned his head forward.

Sendoh: Let's skip your bedtime story today. The food your mom bought looks delicious.

Rukawa: It would be the last.

Sendoh: Huh?

Rukawa: I can't hear anything behind the door. All I can hear is mum screaming loud like this...

Sendoh flew his palm towards his boyfriend's mouth to shut him up. His eyes were still wide looking at him, as if sending him a warning signal that his dad is already pissed. After a few moments, he simultaneously removed his hand from his mouth and his other hand cupped on the back of her head. He shook his head again to remind him to stop teasing his parents.

Sendoh: Promise me, don't continue the story.

Rukawa: But I'm not finished.

Sendoh: I know. If you really want to tell me the ending, tell me tomorrow. If you have footage, send me later.

Pa: Shut up, kid!

Sendoh: Pa, I'm just kidding.

Pa: Sir.

Just after settling themselves in the dining room, the father and son heads were turned to different sides. Every time their eyes met, it seemed like there was a strong electricity flowing with a line of thunder bolts meeting and tickling in the middle. The speed at which their eyes meet is as fast as they avoid each other's sight. Mr. Rukawa's fists clenched on his knees were trembling, still angry at the sight of his son with his boyfriend just now. He sees a lot of good things happening in his son's future, especially in basketball, but having a boyfriend is something he really couldn't imagine happening. His gaze shifted to the spiky head, trying to intimidate him with his fiery glare. He was even more annoyed to see him not even bothered by his intimidating looks.

Sendoh: Do I have dirt on my face?

Pa: Heh!

Sendoh just swallowed when he saw his dad in law just roll his eyes at him. On the outside, he looks cool with the scoldings he received, but deep inside, his skin is sweating thickly, and his body twitches every time he catches him glancing at him. He was worried that he might treat him like this until they have children with his boyfriend.

Pa: Did you know that Kaede had a girlfriend?

Sendoh: Yes. Your son is very honest. He mentioned that to me when he was just wooing me.

Rukawa: Yuck. You chase after me, you idiot!

Sendoh: Don't be angry. You enjoyed the chase after all, didn't you? EEEHHH! Oouch!

His body arched from the painful pinch he got on the side of his stomach. He rubbed it with his hands as he was laughing out loud, as his boyfriend was continuously poking him.

Sendoh: Hey! Stop it! They see us! You're so touchy!

Rukawa: Shut up there and don't make up any more stories!

Sendoh: Pa, ma, see? This is the evidence that he is so in love with me. Oouch!

Rukawa's parents rapid blinking as one, frozen in their seats as they are flabbergasted to watch their son busy tickling his spiky lover. They are still speechless, trying to absorb the exciting change in their son. They are glad to see him like this, back to being playful like he was just a child. Suddenly, they felt a bit saddened that he had returned to his cute self, but it was no longer shown to them. Mr. Rukawa cleared his throat, intentionally interrupting the sweet moments in front of them.

Pa: Kaede, you are still very young. You don't have to rush that kind of thing. We will let you if you are doing it only for fun.

Rukawa: I'm not doing it for fun.

Pa: Put more important things first. There is a right time for dating. That can wait.

Rukawa: I won't waste my time waiting.

A sudden silence enveloped the room as Rukawa and his father once again exchanged disagreements with each other. Mrs. Rukawa rubbed his hand on her husband's back to calm him down. Sendoh, on the other hand, does not take his eyes off his boyfriend, whose jaw is stiff as he grinds his teeth in annoyance. He placed his palm under the table, his one hand rubbed into him trying to calm him down. He wondered why his angry gaze had turned to him, and now reddened eyes was glaring at him.

Sendoh: Why? Did I say something wrong?

Rukawa: You're rubbing something else, idiot!

Sendoh: Huh?

His gaze moved down to see what his boyfriend was referring to. His eyes almost popped when he saw that it was the crotch that he had been rubbing all this time. He practically threw his body back into his seat and put back his normal face as if he had done nothing earlier.

Sendoh: Hahaha! I'm just trying to calm you down.

Rukawa: Is this what calm looks like?

He quickly glanced at his boyfriend's junior. He covered his mouth when he saw it mounted on top of the pants that almost stretched the pants to his size. He tilted his body towards him as he pressed his mouth to the other ear.

Sendoh: Go to the bathroom first.

Rukawa: No.

Sendoh: What if he puke on your pants? Do you want me to accompany you?

Rukawa: No!

Their arms locked once again as Rukawa was trying to pinch Sendoh on his body while the latter was blushing with laughter as his arms blocked the other's attacks. They were too busy tickling each other not to realize they were being watched again. Mrs Rukawa's lips curled in happiness to realize her son is really happy with her boyfriend. But her husband is still not convinced by this very early set up and knowing that his son is very handsome like him, it still hurts him to accept that his son is dating a man.

Pa: Akira, there must be many beautiful girls at their school, but he just doesn't notice them. He can choose whom he likes, at the right time.

Sendoh: You are right sir. He can also pick a student studying in another school.

Pa: Perhaps from his fans and even their school's cheering squad.

Sendoh: or his basketball rival.

Pa: Or some beautiful and smart ladies everywhere.

Sendoh: Or as handsome and smart as me.

Pa: Shut up.

When Rukawa noticed his father's blood boiling over his boyfriend again, he once again opened the topic that would destroy his father's intimidating looks.

Rukawa: Akira, do you still want to know the ending of my story?

Ma: Son, come on. Let's forget about that. Let's eat first.

As he observed the couple in front of him, Sendoh could not help but smile all the way to his eyes. He admired the way they looked at each other and treated each other as if they were newlyweds. He rested his chin on his palm on the table, fascinated by watching the pair offer food to each other and listening to their pleasant exchange of words.

Pa: That's for you.

Ma: I'm fine. Take that.

Pa: No. I bought it specially for you.

Ma: Isn't that your favorite? I just enjoyed it since I knew it was your favorite.

Sendoh's eyes glittered and blinked slowly as his head tipped to one side, almost dissolving in excitement at their sweetness. He switched his attention to his boyfriend. He was surprised to see him staring blankly at his parents. He tapped him on the shoulder with his elbow. When their gazes connected, he utilized his lips and his side-eye to show him how sweet his parents are. His eyes dilate as he replies, No. He slightly pouted and crossed his arms in frustration. He returned his gaze to his Baby Boy and elbowed him again, but he responded again with an emphatic NO. His top lip curled higher as he scowled at him even more. He took a teaspoon, scooped some of the fruit-flavored shaved ice treat into it, and then put it in Rukawa's mouth so that he might also feel the excitement of what had been happening in front of them. His smile was wide as he anticipated the pleasant response to his gesture.

Sendoh: For you.

Rukawa: Thanks.

He was taken aback as Rukawa rapidly shoved the dessert into his mouth. He bowed his head, dejected, expecting them to do the same nice thing as his parents. His nose was flaring with annoyance as he rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, not looking back. He felt a touch on his thigh, but he pushed it away. The hand that had been resting on him returned, but this time with a gentle caress. This somehow shattered his irritation. He caught that hand, tenderly squeezing it as it locked with his own. He looked at Rukawa with a smile, letting him know he was no longer upset.

Sendoh: I'm not mad.

Rukawa: Do you want to know why I don't want us to copy them?

Sendoh: Why?

Rukawa: It will take some time for them to finish offering food without noticing the passing of time. Too much flirtation makes you hungry.

Sendoh: Hahaha! Are they really like that? Hahaha!

Rukawa: Yeah. Oi!

Sendoh looked aside as he lost control and started laughing out loud. He suddenly felt a hand pinching him on the side of his stomach, but he was too busy laughing to really notice. Panting, he stroked his jaw with his thumb and index fingers before turning back to face the table. He was still giggling shakily, but he silenced himself when he noticed Mr. Rukawa's stern eyes.

Pa: Let us eat.

He spoke as he sighed deeply and returned his focus to his meal. He can't deny that he hasn't been able to look his son in the eyes since he knocked on the door of the flat. He was dismayed to find out the things his son was interested in: failing classes, hanging out with problematic friends, and dating. Teenagers face a critical moment during this time, and as a father, he neglected to be there for him.

He casts a fleeting glance towards his son, remembering the good old days. Kaede enjoyed Sunday mornings the most. Every time he had a break from work, they would play basketball on a public court. Even though they were merely sporting a regular basketball jersey and shoes on a public court, the loud, ear-splitting giggles of girls were filling the area as if they had spotted someone famous. The times they spend together are always special, and it is rewarding to see his son happy. He wishes he could play with him all the time, but unfortunately, he must leave him once more.

Kaede: I don't want to go home yet.

Pa: It's getting dark. After I get off of work, we can play again.

He chuckled at his son, who was pouting and crossing his arms across his chest with a sullen look. He was happy to see that his son had taken up the sport he taught and developed a liking for it. He realizes that this is more than just a pastime; it's his future. He massaged his hair as he knelt down to align his gaze with his son.

Pa: There will be more time for us again. While I'm away, you can shoot hoops in our backyard.

Kaede: I know. But I would like to stay with you longer.

His eyes glowed when he heard him express those words for him. He wanted to make sure he had made his son happy before he departed for work again before the sun went down. But seeing him sad, especially after he said those words to him, makes him not want to leave him. All this time, he assumed that his son's only desire was basketball. He never imagined it would be him for whom he longed every Sunday. When he discovered that he was the one for whom Kaede had waited, he wasn't expecting to feel this kind of happiness—the feeling of being a father. He was still speechless. Unaware, his hands carried him to the side of his son's face and pulled the chubby cheek.

Kaede: Are you crying?

Pa: Of course not.

He grasped the chopstick emphatically, remembering how cute and sweet his son had been as a child. He hastily cast another peek at him, making sure he wasn't caught. Meanwhile, Sendoh pauses to chew his food whenever he notices his father-in-law sneakily peering at his boyfriend. He's trying to figure out what he was thinking, but he couldn't help but notice the grief on his face.

Sendoh: Pa.

Pa: Sir.

Sendoh: Sir pa, how did you meet Mom?

He grinned as he saw his mother-in-law giggle and set her chopsticks aside so she could concentrate on the conversation and pay close attention to what they were saying.

Pa: She is a cheerleader at our university.

Sendoh: Oh. It's not surprising because Mom is really beautiful. She is very fit, and she doesn't seem to be getting old. No wonder Pa has been head over heels to you until now, mom.

Ma: Oh my. You're making me blush. Your father was so attractive the first time I saw him, and he's even more so today! That's why I fell in love with him right away when I first met him.

Sendoh: Was Pa grumpy back then too?

Pa: Shut up.

Sendoh: Mom, how do you make your relationship stronger after many years of marriage?

Ma: It's simple. My money is mine. His money is my money as well. Simple.

Sendoh: Hahaha!

He found this couple was strange but in a funny way. He didn't notice that his laughter was getting stronger again until he noticed his boyfriend facing him, whose palm facing upwards and the three extended fingers level that was shown to him, at the same time as the corner of his eye was shining. He just swallowed hard at what Rukawa seemed to be hinting at in their future. He chuckled at him as he pulled his cheek, giggling inside when he realized his boyfriend was already recognizing that he wanted them to be like his parents.

The stress inside Sendoh seems to be fading as he enjoys talking with them. He turned to face his boyfriend, who was devouring a massive slice of food next to him and didn't appear to mind. He wanted to show the progress of his relationship with his parents, so he poked the side of his torso to grab his attention.

Rukawa: I've told you before. Too much flirtation makes you hungry. Take a look at my mom. After this, she won't eat anything.

Sendoh: Hahaha! Don't say that to your mom.

Ma: No worries, Akira. He was telling the truth. Every time there is a talk, my appetite will occasionally disappear.

Pa: Just admit you want to lose weight.

Rukawa: And you've always wanted to look fit all the time.

A rare event happened at that point—Rukawa and his father agreed on something. Sendoh and his mother-in-law were stunned by what had happened; their heads turned back to look at Rukawa and his father, who were also not stunned in their seats. They expected conflict throughout their visit but seeing them agree to tease Mrs. Rukawa was the one who reduced the tension between father and son.

Meanwhile, while the eyes of the two were curved in happiness, Mr. Rukawa met his son's eyes, and for a few moments they easily avoided looking at each other. He closes his fist, resting on his knees, gathering courage to get his son's affection again, but he doesn't know how to start or how to say it. He wandered his eyes around the house. He frowned when he saw the picture frame of his spiky son-in-law on the wall. He knew that Sendoh was a good boy, but he still couldn't believe that this person had charmed his son. He looked again, wandering around the room to see any angle to get his son's attention, and he saw the orange ball. He felt excited as he stared at it, wondering why he hadn't thought of it sooner.

Pa: Son, you wanna play?

Rukawa's hunched back suddenly straightened, just to look into his father's eyes directly. He couldn't remember the last time they played since he was so young, and their Sunday routine had disappeared. His father's departure became more frequent, and his return took longer until they could no longer play together. When he got into their school's basketball team, he was excited to tell him about it and expected he would be there to teach him. He believes that their routine will be repeated again and again. He keeps calling him to come home immediately or visit him to play with him at any court in the area where he is, but he always hears him say, "Next time, son," until a week passes, the following week, and a few months later. Until then, he didn't talk to his father much because he was so busy with work.

Until his big day came, the tournament where he wished his father could watch him, he waited for him in his first match, and in the next match until they reached the finals, he never saw his father's presence. If only he could stop the time, he would borrow his father every Sunday. But he realized that maybe he had forgotten his promise to him, and their Sundays would never happen again.

Rukawa: Next time, father.

The vacant stare on Mr. Rukawa's face was visible when he heard those word back on his face. All of a sudden, his mind quickly flashed back, remembering the calls he failed to answer from his son, his basketball matches that he had not watched, and the many times he promised him that next time, they would play again. He felt ashamed and embarrassed as he realized all the time his son was chasing him over the years, and now, by a single statement from him, it hit him so hard that he was now the one who was rejected.

A deafening silence enveloped the room. The two of them were back again in avoiding each other's gaze, but this time they were both staring down at their feet. Sendoh scrubbed a hand on his face as his free hand held his boyfriend's hand to ease whatever was bothering him now. The pain in Mrs. Rukawa's face is visible in her expression, seeing that the two of them have not really gotten along until now. He was thinking of a way to improve their relationship. She is sure this would be hard, and her wish would not happen quickly, but she still wants to try anything to improve things between the two before they return to America.

Sendoh is happy to see his boyfriend reunited with his parents, but not this way that there is a brewing disagreement between his father again. This would be a happy day for them, as he planned everything for this night to be special, the night they will celebrate their big day together the next day. He realizes, he is nearby, and he can easily go to Rukawa whenever he wants, unlike his parents whom he has just now seen and been with. He was saddened that his plan for the two of them would not have been carried out. He has already decided to give this whole day to his in laws so that they can spend time alone with their son. After they finished eating, he helped to clean the dining table quietly. While doing so, Sendoh took the opportunity to say his goodbyes.

Sendoh: Sir, Mom, I'm leaving. I will attend our practice at our school today.

Rukawa: What?

He found the other hand grabbing him by the side of his clothes, glaring at him as if saying that his boyfriend did not agree with his leaving the house.

Rukawa: How about our plans tonight?

Sendoh: We can do it next time.

Rukawa: What? Have you forgotten what day it is tomorrow?

Sendoh: Hey, don't get mad.

He whispered in response. He forced his hand into the other closed fist, but he was being pushed away, and his boyfriend quickly turned away from him towards the kitchen. He glanced at his in-laws and bowed in front of them to show respect before he followed him.

Sendoh: Excuse me, pa, ma.

His hands seemed hesitant to touch him nor hug him, instead, he rested his chin on the other shoulder while Rukawa was leaning against the edge, facing the sink.

Sendoh: Do you remember...

Rukawa: When we did that here before?

Sendoh: That's not what I'm talking about. Hahahaha! Um, do you remember the groom said to us earlier in the morning at church?

Rukawa: What?

Sendoh: Showing our love to our loved ones has no special day. We should fuck every day. Ouch!

Suddenly, the sweet moment was broken when the elbow painfully pierced the side of his stomach. He retreated slightly, but he quickly brought his chest back to rest on Rukawa's back, resting his chin to the shoulder again.

Rukawa: He said "celebrate", not "fuck"!

Sendoh: Hahaha! I'm sorry. I'm leaving. Don't miss me too much.

Rukawa: Yuck.

Sendoh: You always say "yuck!" You should say "fuck"!

Rukawa: Fuck you.

Sendoh: Hahaha!

After Sendoh left, the small curve drawn on Rukawa's face could not be removed as if he had never disappeared from his side. He silently rinses the remaining utensils, until he remembers that his parents are here. He quickly glanced at them, his father was quietly sitting on the couch and his mother went to him holding a white cloth that one by one wiped the newly rinsed dishes.

Ma: I like him.

He simply nodded, as he dried his hands on the rug hanging on the lower counter. He remained standing, watching his mother arrange the spoons in the cabinet.

Ma: I'll take care of it. Why don't you invite your father to play basketball outside?

He returned his gaze to the floor, trying to avoid what his mother was saying. He turned his body and leaned his back against the counter, as if he wanted to stay there, confused by his feelings right now. He couldn't understand if he was shy with his father, or annoyed, or angry. All he knew was that he would only scold him and make him feel that he had disappointed him again.

Ma: Your father misses you so much. Why dont you approach him? Talk to him.

Rukawa: What should I say?

Ma: Do you still need to think about what you will say to him?

Rukawa: Why did you come here all of a sudden? You should call me first so I could prepare.

Ma: Your father called you, but you didn't answer his call.

Rukawa: I'm sorry. I have not noticed.

Ma: Have you forgotten that his birthday is coming up?

He turned his head to glance at his father, feeling guilty that he forgot about that day. His heavy feeling got heavier, but not the awkwardness, but the self-annoyance that he was thinking badly of him for his sudden visit. He felt bad even more when he remembered the way he refused to him a while ago. He has a lot of grudges against him, but his grudges cannot erase all the good memories with him especially when he was a child. He recalled that he is the reason why he learned to play basketball, and what he has achieved now in the sport he loved.

Rukawa: Mom, I'm going out.

Ma: What?

She was taken aback by her son's swift exit from the kitchen. She was about to pursue him but stopped when she noticed him standing in front of his father with the orange ball in one hand.

Rukawa: Pa, do you wanna play?

When his son unexpectedly asked him to play, Mr. Rukawa was in such shock that he was unable to move, feeling as though his body was firmly planted in his couch seat. He didn't move as he continued to look at his face. He suddenly recalled what he had looked like as a child. His chubby pale cheeks, which he always pulls, his beaming eyes when he asks to play basketball with him, as well as how they always light up when he returns home. He now realizes how much time he lost by not noticing all of his son's physical changes. He didn't even realize that their relationship had changed because he believed that was the only thing that could make him change. It's too late to make it right.

Ma: Hon!

Pa: What?

Ma: Why are you still sitting there?

Hearing his wife made him appear to be aware of his surroundings. He appeared to have awoken when he realized his son had invited him and that he had been waiting for him. He stood without turning to face his son after setting his phone down on the table. He would take advantage of this chance to make it right, believing he had a stirring of hope inside of him. He realized that simply remaining in their memories would not suffice. Instead, he would create new memories with them.

Pa: Let's go.

Mrs. Rukawa covered her cheek as she watched them go down the stairs, unable to contain her joy at seeing them get along again. She would like to watch them play on the court, but she has decided to clean her son's apartment instead.

Knock! Knock!

A knock on the door prevented her from going to the kitchen as she was about to do so. She grinned as she peered through the peephole at the person standing outside.

Sendoh: Hi ma!

Ma: Have you forgotten anything?

Sendoh: Yes. I'd forgotten about my bag. I left it in the room. Hehehe!

He chuckled at the response. He scratched the back of his neck as he entered the house. He looked everywhere for his boyfriend but couldn't find him.

Sendoh: Where are Kaede and dad?

Ma: They went to the basketball court. You just stay there, and I'll take your bag.

He simply nodded in response, and his mouth opened wide in fear. He quickly covered the bedroom door after running to it. He recalled that his boyfriend's room was crammed with erotic toys and other intimate gifts from their friends. In fear of his mother-in-law seeing all that stuff, he leaned his back on the door while panting and having wide eyes.

Sendoh: Ma, I'll just go get my bag. Hehehe!

Mom: Huh? Okay.

He pretended to smile at her to conceal her nervousness for a moment. He entered the room quickly and locked it. He picked up his bag right away and set it open on the bed. He entered the room quickly and locked it. He picked up his bag right away and set it open on the bed. He shot everything inside the bag and took out all the adult toys, removing them from the side table. Along with the sheets and bed cover, he also snatched up the wet, cum-scented blanket. He hurriedly placed it in the washing machine. He rushed back to the room, still panting. After ensuring that everything was in order, he exited and went to the kitchen to bid his mother-in-law farewell.

Ma: Would you like to participate in their game?

Sendoh: Hmm, perhaps not. However, we'll go there to see them if you come with me.

Ma: Okay. Oh, why does the zipper on your bag feel like it might break? I'm going to get Kaede's big bag and move all of your belongings there.

Sendoh: No. No. It's alright.

His mother-in-law's advice caused him to start perspiring unexpectedly. He had trouble figuring out a quick excuse until he was taken aback when he quickly emerged from the bedroom carrying a bigger bag.

Sendoh: Ma, my bag is fine. My bag isn't complaining.

He responded in a shrill voice, as though someone were squeezing him. When he realized his mother-in-law was in front of him, he hugged his bag.

Sendoh: Please, Ma. It really is alright.

She was just staring at Sendoh's face, wondering what was going on. She was even more puzzled to notice that his face was perspiring and his mouth was trembling.

Mom: Okay. Why do you look that way? What are you keeping hidden there, like a dead body? Hahahaha!

Sendoh: Hahaha! Its contents are as bad as a corpse; er, I just have a lot of school stuff.

As the minutes went by, they played in increasing seriousness and silence. They were both sweating profusely from the game they had just finished, and they were both heavily panting. Rukawa stood up straight, moved over to the ball, and picked it up. He kept glancing at his father in secret, unsure of whether or not to speak to him. But, deep down, he was looking forward to speaking with him for some reason.

As he panted, he could feel his heart thumping, but it was tinged with some anxiety. He had this feeling that his son had been staring at him for some time. He still struggles to look his son in the eye directly, and he is baffled as to why. It could be that he isn't very accustomed to verbalizing his emotional feelings. Perhaps he felt ashamed of him after realizing how inadequate a father he had been. Until he noticed they were standing facing each other and both let out a big mushroom-shaped sigh, realizing they were both idiots who had been waiting who will speak first to the two of them.

Pa: Kaede. We're leaving tonight.

When Rukawa heard him departing once more, he abruptly turned to look at him. Even for a short while, he was happy to play with them again and have them stop by. He squeezes his fist shut, saddened by their quick departure and the long wait for them to see him again. Since he arrived at the apartment, he had no idea how to speak to his father; however, this time, it seemed that his sadness had taught him how to do so.

Rukawa: I would like to stay with you longer.

Slowly raising his head, Mr. Rukawa was excited to look his son in the eyes. His heart overwhelmed by the immeasurable joy that engulfed his being at that precise moment, and all his anxiety, doubts, and guilt that he had been harboring were instantly forgotten. He finds it hard to believe that his son will speak to him in the same way that he used to when he was a child. He was so overcome with happiness as a father that he was still unable to move.

Tchu tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu ruru

Tchu rurururu

Tchu rururu

As Sendoh's song began, their emotional atmosphere—which was already filled with tears—was abruptly interrupted. Their fiery eyes, hair, and thunderous, lightning-accompanied dark clouds took the place of their emotional tears. They both moved in Sendoh's direction while carrying their closed, rigid fists. Until Mrs. Rukawa's loud nose blowing called their attention away.

Sendoh: Um, I'll leave. Pa, Ma, and Baby. EEEHHHH!

Pa: Hey, kid.

Sendoh: Huh?

Pa: You can call me Pa.

Sendoh's palm covered his mouth in overwhelming joy. His heart seemed to be jumping with joy, so he also jumped towards the front of his father-in-law.

Sendoh: I will do everything to make your son happy!

Pa: If you cheat on my son, I will kill you. If you abandon my son, I will destroy your race. If you physically hurt my son, I will beat you.

Sendoh: Ah, copy.

Sendoh grinned from his lips to his ears as he walked out of the court. He had thought that the sudden arrival of his in-laws would make them uncomfortable. He recalled that they would be departing tonight. He suddenly recalled that they always had busy schedules and traveled frequently. He smiled as he quickly went back to the apartment to give the couple the lovely present he knew they couldn't refuse.

While still panting, he made his way back to the court and saw that they were still there, having a lovely conversation. He stood there, waiting for their conversation to end, until Rukawa pulled him closer to them.

Rukawa: Why did you leave?

Sendoh: Um, don't we have a gift to give them?

Rukawa: Huh?

Sendoh handed over a small envelope containing the sauna tickets they had received from Maki and Fujima. He thought that the couple deserved to have a relaxing time before they returned to work and left the country.

Ma: This is so sweet! Thank you, son.

Pa: Hm?

Sendoh: Don't be so grumpy, pa. Sometimes you two should relax, even if you are super busy at work. And so you don't have to hide in the office.

Pa: Shut up!

Rukawa returned with his parents to his apartment, while Sendoh chose to stay on the public court bench to give them private time. He was yawning a bit and feeling a little sleepy while waiting for his boyfriend's call. When his phone rang, he immediately woke up as if his body had been struck by lightning in excitement.

Sendoh: Coooming, baby! EEEHHH!

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It's as if a zombie is chasing him down at his own pace. He can't wait to see his boyfriend again and indulge their shared hotdog fantasies. His eyes darted about, and he nearly slammed his arm against the door to force it open. He approached the sofa and found his Baby Boy there, naked and leaning against his back and the back of his neck, staring at him as though daring him to sit on his lap. He gasped when he saw his boyfriend stroking his wet, erect cock, which was already glistening with lube. As he walked closer to him, his tongue licked his lips, biting hard.

Sendoh: Dear God, my eyes!

The humor of his lover did not divert Rukawa. Instead, he stretched out his neck, raising his head even higher and pushing his back even deeper into the couch, exposing his naked body as his hand accelerated and pumped his cock.

Rukawa: aaaaahhhhhh...

Sendoh could feel his throat getting dry as he saw the other side of his Baby Boy. Every groan he heard felt like it was coursing through him. His one hand cupped the hardness of his pants, massaging himself and inhaling with each motion.

Sendoh: Fuck...

His two fists tore at his white shirt, yanked it to the sides, and pulled down his pants and briefs, a strand of pre-cum poking out from the tip of his dick. His body was becoming so hot. He lowered his knees to the couch and pressed his lips against his, twitching the soft hair with his hands as their lips locked, pushing himself deeper into him with a long, slow kiss.

Sendoh: Ooooohhhh...

He gasped as he felt two fingers pierce his hole. His muscles were pulsing, his crack was tensing, and the thrusting of the other fingers was met by strong resistance. Again, the pain and that sexual feeling, but this is the pain he craved—something reaching and wriggling through his narrow opening and pushing through it firmly and rough. Three fingers swirled around his hole, changing the rhythm of his depths, and he enjoyed it so much that his back arched. He attempted to kiss him, but when the other fingers made their final push, he arched his back once more as he felt the slick, wet drip from his rim. His gaze remained fixed on the lusty eyes as he panted and leaned his forehead against the other's before tilting his head and giving him a quick kiss.

Sendoh: You, naughty boy. I will punish you.

Rukawa: I've been waiting for this all day.

His body rose after getting a spanking on his toned glutes. He held his battered ass and gaped in shock.

Sendoh: You need to be disciplined. A karma.

Rukawa: What karma? Karma for sexiness?

Sendoh: No. The Karma Sutra. Hahahaha! AAAWWW!

His hips started to bounce after he got another slap across the ass cheek. In a flash, a tongue playing on his chest caused him to stop laughing. While being sucked in, his nipples were slightly squashed between the teeth, and the other mouth hissed a tingly breath. As soon as he let go of his mouth, he raised the other cock underneath him and inserted it into his hole with the aid of his finger. The hard cock was then slowly inserted inside of him by sliding it up and down between his butt cheeks first. His hand firmly grasped the edge of the couch between his boyfriend's shoulders. Their gazes locked before he yanked up his ass, the crown of the cock still resting on his rim.

His ass started to bounce against the hard rod as soon as Sendoh entered the other lap, facing him. He writhes as his nipples are pinched, tweaking them until they pass between the other index and middle fingers. His ass began to slide as he clung to the couch's edge with crinkly fingers. He rode it slowly and alternately rocked his ass deeper on the hard cock. His mouth gasped in rhyme to the sound of slick lube dripping from his ring and the cock, as well as the cock's cocking against his prostate. Every time the other cock moves deeper inside of him, his hips continue to hop, and his ass bounces violently on the thigh until he reaches the bottom. As he was impaled on the hardness, he stopped, took a breath, and then came back riding. He took every inch in his ass, and now he started buttfucking himself by rocking his hips back and forth. The faster he bobbed up and down and fucked himself on the pole, the hotter he got. He felt a pair of hands grab his behind, squeeze the hard globes, give him a light slap, and carve his buttcheek under the palms. He started violently fucking himself while wailing like a banshee.

Sendoh: Ohhhhhhh, fuck! Fuck me!

He rocked back and forth on the swollen cock, playing the length on his rectal folds as his body swayed. When he noticed him staring at him with a wry smile, he grinned until the other mouth was playing with his nipples by licking and sucking them.

Sendoh: Fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!

He roared as he realized he couldn't take it any longer. The contractions coming from his ass and his already heavy balls caused him to begin to tremble. He hurled a heavy load that landed on the other person's chest and stomach and flew up into the air. He paused, letting all of his cum explode while the cock remained buried in him. His ass kept contracting as he felt the hard orgasm in his sweaty flesh and the shivers in his ass.

Sendoh: Aaaaahhhhh...

He didn't even touch his cock, and neither did his boyfriend, so it seemed as though both his ass and dick were cumming. He raises his body after crazily cumming, tightening his hand again to provide support. He started to grind his hips against the hard pole once more while rotating the cock in his ass. Rukawa's breathing had become more labored, and he was gasping each time his hole grinned along the tough cock. He cracked a grin as his boyfriend put his hands on his hips and propelled him to lower the hole even further. He put up with the rapid rhythm of the hands pulling down his hips, flattening the cheek of his buttock against the other thigh even more.

Rukawa: Fuck me harder...

He relentlessly bucked his hips back and forth while crushing himself to the throbbing cock inside of him as his ass dropped to the thighs. Then he raised his bottom again, rolling his body while twirling the bloated cock around his ass. He could feel the cock throbbing as he grinded and humped himself up and down without stopping.

Rukawa: Ahhhhhhhgggg!

As Rukawa exploded his jizz, sensing the warmth cum, he moved his face closer to his, planting him a playful kiss. Gush after gush of hot cum shot out of his ass. After his boyfriend's loud bang, Sendoh wrapped his arm around his body. He allowed his body to sink into it and remained there for some time. The intense fucking they did and the fierce orgasm they let out left them both gasping for air.

Sendoh: Did you like our karma sutra?

Rukawa: Hm, slight.

Sendoh: Heh.

He could still feel a tinge of pain in his knees and legs, which were sinking into the couch, so he sat on Rukawa's thigh to rest.

Rukawa: You mentioned having four plans for this evening. And what was that?

Sendoh: Hmmm...

Rukawa looked bored when he saw his lover pretending to be thinking hard, even though he knew they didn't have any plans other than having sex right now.

Rukawa: Heh.

Sendoh: Hey! I really have plans. How will it be a surprise if I tell you right away?

Rukawa: Isn't that sex?

Sendoh: Hmmm... Hehehe! OOOUCH!

He covered his nipples with his palms after the painful pinch. He turned his head to the other side, pouting at his boyfriend as his lips rose. He realized a few minutes had passed and he still hadn't tamed him.

Sendoh: Heh!

With heavy steps, he made his way to the dining table, where he leaned his back against the edge while remaining completely naked.

Sendoh: Psst...

He received a knowing glare from Sendoh, suggesting they do their second round at the table. They removed everything they could see from the top. Rukawa ascended the table and lay down on his back. His lover lifted up his legs, revealing his gaping hole. He writhed as three fingers poked his hole. He was pleased with the stroking and fingering of his ass, but he wants a harder and bigger rod to fuck him this instant. He sneaks in his lover's direction, watching his lover lip-bite while he lubricates his erect dick in his palms, wet from pre-cums.

Rukawa: Stop playing there. Fuck me now!

Sendoh: Hehehe!

Under a dimmer light, Rukuwa's eyes ate up the naked form of his lover. He still had a sheen of sweat covering those thick, fan-shaped muscles. His gaze traveled down the firm curve of the abs toward the swollen, long, and angry-appearing dick. He trembled until he felt the thick piece pressing against his circular muscles and almost painfully piercing through his defenses. He let out a stuttering groan as the dick's head sank in for the first few inches. He was slowly thrusting into his hole to adjust him to the size while letting him feel every inch. He could now feel the other pubes slapping on his ass cheeks and the other balls rubbing against his skin. He could feel his ass stretched and slowly smashed from side to side as the thick dick was penetrating him.

Rukawa: Ungh fuck.

He glanced at him and noticed Sendoh winking and beaming with pride. In response, he gave him a bored expression before groaning aloud as his lover's speed intensified. He was taken aback by how easily he managed to fit it all inside while still feeling barely any pain from the dick's smooth penetration of his interior curve. Indulging in the pleasure of dick-fucking his prostate caused his mind to race and fuck him out. His stomach was covered in cock leakage as his cock throbbed. His lover had created a lustful rhythm that kept them both on edge. After a short while, his lover changed the angle by deftly swiveling his hips, and then his thick dick smacked right into his prostate, causing him to involuntarily curl his toes out of pleasure.

Sendoh: Three points...

Almost losing control of his load in that instant, Rukawa managed to gather himself as Sendoh resumed his steady thrusts. Large drops of sweat were dripping from their skin and splashing into the air as their hips moved hurriedly and violently. His lover altered his posture and entrance angle by keeping one leg up while lowering the other. They wanted to share multiple sensations from changing positions, so his lover must have known what he was doing. Their grunts and groans of lust, the squeak of the table with each inward thrust, and the moist skin on skin slapping from one another were the only sounds in his four-wall apartment that were reflected back to them. Sendoh raised his other leg back to the starting position. He was unsure of how much longer he could delay cumming. His lover slowed down and leaned in for a kiss.

He made an attempt to touch his own erect cock, which was swaying and spewing fluid all over his stomach. However, due to the powerful pounding he was taking in, his hands were unable to release their tight grip on the table's edge. Until he noticed that the other hips were causing him to shake erratically, he slowed down. He glanced at him and saw Sendoh bending his back to reach for his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked those lips, eager to taste his mouth. The hard dick lock on his ass, their moist flesh in contact, and their heads tilting while their lips devoured one another left him feeling as though he could not get enough of it. They came to a halt as his lover whispered something in his ear.

Sendoh: I can't hold much longer.

Rukawa: I don't either.

His fingers clung to the edge of the table as he got a faster and harder ass-pumping from the hard rod than before. His ass was mostly hanging off the edge of the table as he was dragged closer to it. He growled as he experienced greater leverage and a deeper, more intense thrust from the other hip. He tried to jerk off by grabbing his cock, but he couldn't figure out how to get his hands back off the edge of the table due to the uncontrollable banging Sendoh was giving him. He felt like he couldn't control his cumming any longer. In one jet, he sprayed his hot cum paint all over his lover's body, including his face.

He was too blissed out to immediately notice the engorged dick was already milking his insides. He caught a glimpse of him and felt even more aroused as he watched his lover close his eyes while he poured himself out and let out a beyond-control growl of pleasure. The most pleasurable hour they have ever experienced was at this exact moment, when they were both jizzing madly and the bloated dick was still plunging inside of him, pumping the length through its orgasm. They were both wheezing when he felt the dick free from his behind, feeling wet from the last globs of cum still dribbling.

Sendoh: Mmmmmm…

He hasn't free his dick from the other ass, where it is currently locked. He rested his two hands on the edge of the table while letting the separated legs rest on his arms. He continued to pant while waiting for his chest breathing to slow down before speaking.

Sendoh: Babe, let me tell you about the first thing on my list.

He pursed his lips to contain his laughter as his boyfriend became absorbed in listening to him.

Sendoh: Having sex in the living room.

The other right leg nearly flew into his face as he grabbed it right away.

Rukawa: Get your junior away from me before I kick you out there!

Sendoh: Wait. Junior wants to stay inside of you. He felt like he was in a sauna. Hahahaha!

Rukawa: Shut up there! He's now overstaying his welcome! I have to use the restroom.

Sendoh: Please be patient. I'll be serious. The second plan is to have sex in the dining area.

He hugged the two legs that were wrapped around his arm to keep him from kicking him. He couldn't stop laughing as Rukawa struggled to get his feet back. Meanwhile, Rukawa quickly managed to pull out his legs and rise from the table. As he made his way to the restroom, he was still aware of the heat emanating from his butt. His cock again turned hard as he could still feel the throbbing in his ass. He returned to the table, gathered Sendoh into his arms who still grinning from his efforts to make plans for their big night.

Sendoh: Hey, are you mad?

Rukawa: YEEES!

With his boyfriend's mood changing so abruptly, Sendoh felt uneasy all of a sudden. He let him drag to where he was going to take him so he wouldn't become more upset. When he realized that his failure to make a plan for tonight had caused their mood to be negatively affected, his eyes turned glossy and he felt disappointed in himself. Upon entering the room, he just bowed his head. The sound of the door slamming loudly almost made his heart skip a beat. His anger toward him is intense. He continued to move while hunched over until he was forced onto the bed. He was courageous enough to speak with him and apologize to him not to ruin their date night. He was about to look at him when he was startled to see that his boyfriend had raised his dick while leaning his legs between his thighs. He mistakenly thought his boyfriend was upset with him, but it was actually his junior.

Rukawa: I will handle the third plan.

Sendoh: Oh my gosh.

Rukawa knew he was more than wet enough as he lubed up from the cum his lover had just burst in his hole. The dick eventually found his hole and slid all the way in, making them both growl. He slowly lifted himself up before slamming back down, showing that he was in charge this time. He slid up and down on the other rock-hard dick, but this time the sensations were entirely different. The moment he impaled himself on the dick, he felt a pair of hands scour his bare, muscular torso.

Sendoh: Aaaahhhhh...

He whispered softly into his ear, then kissed his neck with a hot tongue that licked inside and outside of his ear. He began adding a new dimension to his up-and-down rhythm by using his hips in addition to his legs. Though he labored hard and his legs were beginning to burn, the pleasure was greater than anything else. He was rapidly fucking himself off as his breathing started to become ragged.

Sendoh: Smash my dragon balls, baby.

He continued to whisper into his ear in between kisses on his neck and tongue flicks. His cock throbbed at his own filthy talk, and every time he pistoned up and down.

Rukawa: Fuck..aaaahhhh...

His entire body tingled with ecstasy as the dick inside of him thrust against his prostate, triggering him to grumble. His lover bucked his hips up to meet his downward push this time, making him growl loudly. He wanted to grab his cock, but his hands were needed to keep him in place. His eyes rolled back into his head as Sendoh kept going to lick his neck and ears with his cunning tongue.

Sendoh: Don't stop milking my cock. I'm almost full.

Rukawa: Shut up. I'm busy here.

When he stood up, Sendoh halted him and forced his back down and forward. He observed the spiky head slowly rise from the mattress, half squatting behind him, leaving his dick in his ass. He began pumping hard and quickly in and out.

Sendoh: Aaaahhhh... aaaahhhh...

Rukawa: Oooohhhh... oooohhhh...

When he sensed the dick spraying his hole, he lost his train of thought. He saw his lover's jaws tighten as a result of the explosion he had been suppressing up until the moment the hot cumshot filled his insides. His eyes rolled in pleasure at the hard dick ramming his prostate, and as his own cock erupted in a creamy white cum of fountains, Following the sudden rush of cum, his head sinks even further into the mattress, with his mouth releasing a wild groan.

Rukawa: Aaaahhhh... fuck fuck fuck…

Rukawa groaned increasingly loudly as he indulged in the sensation that his own cock was splashing his own cum while the dick full inside of him was showering him with cum. Being drenched in cum felt amazing. His flushed body was trembling, content from every large drop of cum emptying his hardness, and his pumped chest was gasping for air. He was still shaking heavily and unable to move, while his ass was still tight around the dick. They continued to cum, shaking with the orgasm of their lives, load after load.

He placed his body on the mattress, lying on his back. He rubbed his abs and spread his cum with his hand until Sendoh's head rested on his broad chest. They feel their erections returning to their normal size after this steamy sex. It felt natural for them to be together like this, completely at ease in their naked state.

There is something special about climactic moments when, for a brief period of time, everything is possible, every second matters, and every moment seems to last. The night has an air of mystery that makes it seem as though it has lost its senses and veered too far from the incredibly happy. Both of them are young people with a lot of goals and dreams to pursue. They were both unsure of what life would hold for them at the time as they journeyed further apart. However, they both know in their hearts that no matter what life throws at them, they will always choose each other.

Sendoh: I have a gift for you. EEEHHHH!

Rukawa: Is that the fourth plan? Heh!

Sendoh: No! I really have a gift for you! Do you have a gift for me?

Rukawa: Yes.

Sendoh: Really? EEEHHH!

Together, they got out of bed and moved in different directions. Sendoh pulled out his duffel bag and racked his brain as he realized it contained a lot of adult toys. He let everything fall to the ground and then scuffed the spot where his gift was. Rukawa, in the meantime, quietly opened his closet and took off the present tucked away beneath several layers of folded pants. On the edge of the bed, they stood side by side and faced each other. They fixed each other with a stare. They both suddenly had a serious expression—one that they had never seen in each other before—and their eyes seemed to change in some way. There was no sign of a joke. Without letting their gaze stray, they appeared to be engulfed in nervousness.

Sendoh dared to speak first while holding the small black silk box with a trembling hand hidden behind his back. He was prepared to put everything at risk for him once he gave it to him.

Sendoh: Are you ready?

Rukawa's fingers clenched the tiny box of black velvet on his back. The pressure he was currently experiencing made his chest heave, especially when he noticed Sendoh was equally anxious. He observed him nodding at him, seemingly encouraging him. In response, he gave a nod. Since he dated him, he is aware of his decision. He thinks that once he gives it to him, he will be prepared to bet on bigger things in life with him.

Rukawa: Yeah. Let's do it.

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Disclaimer: "I hereby declare that I do not own the rights to this novel mentioned. All rights belong to the owner."

Harry Potter written by J.K. Rowling