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The first visit was an accident, but the following ones were far from it.
The Great King had taken a liking to Brazil—or at least to Flamengo, and to Shouyou. Their one-time-thing two months after Shouyou’s program started became a two-time-thing six months in, then a three-time-thing another three months after that, and then they simply stopped counting.
The visits weren’t frequent enough that Shouyou didn’t miss him, but not apart enough that goodbyes felt hollow and heartbreaking. But even as they kissed and held hands, began their evenings with romantic dinners and ended them underneath tangled sheets, there was never a name for whatever these handfuls of days passed for. They just let them be.
Shouyou woke up to sunshine beating at his eyelids, blinking it out as the memories of the previous night flooded him—the airport, the hotel room, the sex, the beach volleyball, the dinner, the sex, the bar, and then the sex all over again. Tooru’s hotel room wasn’t the fancy kind this time since it wasn’t a sponsored trip but instead a personal one, and damn it if Tooru wasn’t using every second of his time to make this week off count.
(“For pleasure, I said at customs” Tooru grinned. “Prazer, right? I bet you’ll give me plenty of that.” And Shouyou rolled his eyes before kissing him.)
The room was a puny thing, one room and the bathroom connected, queen bed almost half the room itself; the TV was one of the old tube ones that Shouyou didn’t even know existed still and wasn’t even sure if it worked at all; and the sheets were a curious shade of cream with a wild brown pattern that probably hid some concerning stains, but they cared very little about where they did anything, at this point—a dingy hotel room was nothing compared to alleyways or public bathroom stalls.
Shouyou was sore all over from volleyball and from Tooru, still caked in sweat and poorly wiped off cum that would no doubt add to the questionable stains on the sheets and carpet. He gazed to his left, turning away from the sun to look at the pale back beside him.
Tooru slept soundly, even as the bustling of people and cars by the open window would probably be loud enough to wake up anyone else. But then again, Shouyou could probably bang pots and pans in the room and Tooru would just roll over.
He slid closer to Tooru, pressed his lips to his warm neck and breathed in his scent, slotting their bodies close, closer, and feeling every curve of that slender body against his.
Shouyou pulled the sheets down, uncovering Tooru’s back, his waist, his ass and thighs, and leaned back just enough to drink in the sight of soft muscles and tanned limbs, of his broad shoulders and thick thighs, peppered with bite marks and purple-red bruises that Shouyou put there himself, each one a forced out moan, whether reluctant from being in public or reluctant from not wanting to give in to Shouyou’s touches easily. Tooru’s ass was still red from kneading and spanking, and Shouyou didn’t even think twice before reaching out to gently squeeze it, pulling and pinching at the tender skin as he buried his face into Tooru’s neck, smelling sweat and musk and something entirely Tooru.
These getaways always ended up with them in a mess of fluids, rolling around the sand court or rolling over each other—there was simplicity to it, nothing complicated, just chasing whatever they wanted. A ball, a glass of caipirinha, an orgasm.
So it was without hesitation when Shouyou slipped two fingers between Tooru’s soft cheeks and slid into him, feeling his own cum still dribbling out at the intrusion, feeling so little resistance from the man sleeping soundly against him.
He was still loose from last night, velvet plush around Shouyou’s fingers the same way he had been around his cock—and, fuck, Tooru felt good. Tight and soft and warm all around, and Shouyou would be damned if he didn’t feel like sliding into that tight heat all over again.
Shouyou peppered kisses all over Tooru’s neck and shoulder, feeling the body sleep-warm against his lips, shivering ever so slightly with every touch of his mouth and every slow thrust of his fingers. He spread them open, let out a soft groan as the walls stretched around his digits, slow and easy, loose. Shouyou felt himself harden against Tooru’s ass, the tip of his cock gently sliding between the soft mounds that always seemed to part so easily for him.
It was early—maybe too early, and Tooru was still sound asleep, but this was far from the first time he would have woken up the man with a surprise. (Although the previous times were blowjobs or handjobs.)
Tooru wouldn’t mind.
Shouyou pulled his fingers out from that irresistible tight heat, brought his palm up to coat it in spit and then buried his face back into Tooru’s neck as he smeared his cock with cum and saliva, palming the whole length and rubbing precum over the tip. It would be a slow fit, a tight one, but Tooru never needed much prep in the first place.
(Shouyou never thought too hard about why Tooru was so experienced in his acts and his body. It never mattered when he was the one that collected the spoils.)
He groaned softly against the tender skin on his lips as he took his fully hard cock and dragged the tip between Tooru’s cheeks, finding the soft, puffy rim of his ass and slowly rubbing against it.
Tooru stirred against him with a soft whimper, right leg folding up just slightly—probably to escape from Shouyou’s constant pestering, but all it did was give him an easier fit. He then mumbled in his sleep. Hmm serve… drills… pick up Sho from the airport… you gotta close the door, you always forget…
Shouyou grinned, holding back a giggle at the nonsense sleep-talk Tooru sometimes let out when he was really tired. He kissed the dip of the man’s neck and shoulder, waiting for him to fall back into a deep sleep. When Tooru’s mumbling subsided into soft whimpers and deep breaths, Shouyou finally, finally slipped in.
It wasn’t as tight a fit as he imagined, probably from Tooru’s relaxed state and his body being so used to the intrusion, but Shouyou was still slow, taking long seconds between each centimetre further. It was burning hot inside him, velvet soft as his walls wrapped around Shouyou’s cock more and more, steadily taking in his whole length.
He was unsure why he felt like going through such lengths to keep Tooru asleep, but the excitement of fucking a man in his sleep was adrenaline-pumping—maybe Shouyou could cum before Tooru even woke up at all. The thought made him shiver.
Shouyou bottomed out after an insufferable amount of time, but fuck it was worth it. Tooru was perfect inside and out, the walls hugging his cock and the rim squeezing just slightly around his base were the perfect testament to that. He looked for any signs of stirring, ensuring Tooru was sound asleep before Shouyou gently wrapped an arm around the man’s waist and slowly, carefully pumped his hips.
The tight drag soft, searing hot skin around his cock was just heavenly, and there was probably something messed up about the way Shouyou almost liked this even more than normal, awake sex—being able to focus on nothing but the languid thrusting and the slide of skin against skin, no words or pleas, no moaning but his own stifled groans, just pure, quiet, sharp pleasure.
It didn’t take long before he was just a little too lost in it.
The soft rustling of sheets soon gave way to the soft slap of skin on skin and the guttural, gritted out moans. Shouyou slowly stopped caring about Tooru’s consciousness, head taken by the need to wantonly chase pleasure as his cock twitched with each thrust, sliding into the hug of Tooru’s body harder every time. He was mindful enough to be slow and gentle, though, when he moved the man to lie on his belly and sat on Tooru’s thighs, planting his knees on each side of the man’s hips and grabbing his pretty little waist before sliding his aching cock back in. He gritted his teeth, groaned softly as the heat enveloped him all over again, clenching and unclenching around his length as Shouyou moved his hips once more. Faster this time, more aggressive even.
Tooru shifted underneath him, because of course—it wasn’t like Shouyou would get away with this for too long. The man whimpered as he turned his head around with a panicked look, a puny little wail of shock and pain, and clenched so hard around Shouyou he almost came right then and there.
Shouyou leaned over, hips still pistoning as he tenderly wrapped his fingers in the caramel brown strands underneath him and then pressed the man’s cheek back against the pillow.
“Sho…?” Tooru whined. “What—Sho, what are you—”
“Just a little… ‘M close…” he gritted out, licking his dry lips as he fucked the now vice tight hole.
“Stop—Sho, it… ah…” a sob, sharp but saccharine coated. “I’m still tender… please, stop…”
Tooru tried pushing himself up and Shouyou panicked for a moment, because Tooru Oikawa was absolutely strong enough to pull his body up even with another man on top of him.
So Shouyou slipped out for a moment, and then cut the sigh of relief beneath him short when he manhandled Tooru’s hips up, sliding back in and bottoming out in one hard thrust. The man sobbed—moaned, frozen in place as Shouyou planted his knee firmly on the mattress, braced himself on the headboard, and then pinned Tooru’s head to the pillow with his foot, sole flat against the man’s soft cheek.
“Shouyou—” he tried, a choked out plea, but Shouyou immediately snapped his hips, desperately chasing his own pleasure.
It felt good, it felt amazing, soft and warm and tight around his cock, gripping every inch of him as Shouyou fucked Tooru mercilessly. His head was foggy and his jaw dropped as drawn out groans spilled from his spit slick lips, and the pleas below him felt a million miles away.
“Just… so close…” he murmured, licked his lips. “Tooru… just a little…”
“Sho, please—ahh… please… please, it hurts… ah…”
Shouyou shushed him ever so gently, thumb rubbing circles on the shivering waist that arched so pretty for him. “You’re doing so good, Tooru… so fucking good for me…”
Tooru sobbed, hand reaching up to try and push the foot away from his face, but Shouyou just pressed harder, leaned forward to thrust in deeper, to pound the man into the mattress. Every snap of his hips brought out a pained moan, almost a cry, loud enough to nearly drown out the violent slapping of skin on skin.
“Sho—stop, stop… I’m… please…”
“Just a little longer, ahh, you’re doing so good, hold on for me…”
“No, no, no, please…”
“So good, so tight—fuck, ‘m so close…”
Tooru mewled, puny and pleading, tears streaming down his pained face as he gritted his pretty teeth, and it was all Shouyou needed to finally cum (and he was not going to think too hard about why that was what tipped him over the edge). He hunched over with a low groan, bottoming out and spilling deep inside Tooru, grip almost splintering the headboard wood and blooming bruises on Tooru’s shivering waist as every muscle in his body contracted with the force of his orgasm.
Shouyou raised his head, heaving and sweating with exertion. Tooru’s eyes were tightly shut, teeth pressed in a grit, and Shouyou finally lifted his foot, finally pulled out, finally let Tooru collapse on his side with a whimper.
“Sorry…” he murmured, crawling over to lie beside the trembling man. He placed a kiss on Tooru’s forehead, feeling him jolt under Shouyou’s lips. “I got a little carried away…”
The sharp sound came before the pain did. It took a handful of seconds before Shouyou realized he had been slapped.
“You… you…” Tooru gritted out, looking pained, betrayed.
Ah, he messed up.
Shouyou pursed his lips. “I’m sorry,” he said again, ignoring the buzzing ache on his cheek. He leaned down, cupping Tooru’s cheeks with tender hands. “I got carried away.”
Tooru’s eyes were cast down. Shouyou pressed his lips against his, gentle, slow, and soon enough Tooru kissed him back with a tiny whimper.
Because of course he did. It wasn’t even a question of whether he would, but when.
These getaways had nothing to do with love or a functional relationship in the first place, everything in between hard and raw sex was an interlude, a pause to breathe in between chasing pleasure wantonly. Shouyou didn’t doubt for a second that Tooru would get his revenge one of these days.
But for now, the man just pulled him close, begging for comfort in their dingy little hotel room, placing whimpering kisses on Shouyou’s lips as they curled up around each other on the messy, stained sheets.