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Miyuki let out a small, peaceful sigh after he turned off the TV, enjoying a quiet moment at the end of a stressful week. It had taken a bit more than three years, but he’d finally reached the first string of his pro team. He was still settling in, and there was a lot to get used to, so a moment to breathe was very much needed. However...had his partner Kuramochi been home, he definitely wouldn’t have minded, either. Cuddling on the couch was also needed, and appreciated, but Kuramochi needed time with his university friends, too.
The two had moved in together during Kuramochi’s second year of university, after he’d gotten settled with his school routine, and Miyuki had gotten settled on his pro team. The two places were close enough in distance that they were able to find a location, so they didn’t hesitate. Living together had been a bit of a learning curve for the both of them, but after being so close for so long, in the end they were always able to work things out without any major problems. Miyuki couldn’t be happier spending his days with Kuramochi, and he was grateful and happy that Kuramochi felt the same.
Even today, Kuramochi had invited Miyuki to go out drinking with them, but Miyuki had said no. Mainly he was tired, but this was also a group of friends that Miyuki didn’t know very well; he didn’t want to inadvertently take away from Kuramochi’s fun by having him worry about Miyuki and focus on him instead of his friends. And there was also the fact that Miyuki was now on the first string of his team. He hadn’t played too much on the starting roster yet, but if someone recognized him, he definitely didn’t want to take away from the fun of the evening...nor did he really want to suddenly become the center of attention.
So a quiet night on the couch turned out to be the best decision all around. Stretching with a yawn, Miyuki glanced at the clock. It was starting to get pretty late, though... Miyuki checked his phone; no messages from Kuramochi, either. That usually meant that he didn’t need Miyuki to come get him. And his friends did know to call him if needed... Miyuki set down his phone. He’d wait a while longer, then send him a message if—
The sound of the door opening and closing interrupted Miyuki’s thoughts. Good, Miyuki thought, relieved, He’s home. That also meant that he was able to get home on his own, too, so Miyuki didn’t have to worry about him being too—
“Miyukiiiii...” a decidedly very drunk voice sounded from the hallway, “I’m hooomee...”
Miyuki’s eyebrows rose as Kuramochi slightly stumbled his way into the living room, then held himself up by putting a hand on the wall as he gave Miyuki a drunken grin. “Hi.”
Miyuki was rather surprised to see Kuramochi so obliterated; when Kuramochi went out drinking, he had a good time for sure, but he usually did not come home quite this inebriated. It was to the point where Miyuki was surprised that Kuramochi actually made it home on his own.
“Hey,” Miyuki greeted, but he was unable to fully hide his concern and promptly added, “Are you alright? Did someone put you in a cab? You could’ve called me to get you...”
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Kuramochi insisted, literally waving Miyuki’s concerns away as he flopped down next to him on the couch. “Just had one too many shots is all. Was able to call my own cab and everything.” He gave Miyuki a big, shit-eating grin, clearly expecting some praise for accomplishing this feat.
Miyuki knew that Kuramochi did know his own limits, so he forcibly put his worries away and focused on the cute, drunk Kuramochi before him. “Good job,” Miyuki teased, unable to resist ruffling Kuramochi’s hair. Kuramochi lodged a protest and dodged away, but based on his grin only getting wider, Miyuki could tell that that was what Kuramochi had wanted him to do.
“Did you have fun?” Miyuki asked.
“So much funnn,” Kuramochi replied as he wrapped his arms around Miyuki’s middle from the side. “I missed you...” he added, which caused Miyuki to blush a little, caught off-guard by the sentiment.
“You had plenty of fun without me,” Miyuki pointed out, but Drunk-mochi protested nevertheless.
“But I would’ve had more fun with you there, too!” he insisted. “Everything’s more fun with you...I love you...”
Miyuki blushed a little more, clearing his throat a bit. Whatever magic amount of liquor Kuramochi had drunk was apparently the perfect amount for a truth serum, it seemed. Miyuki’s heart might not be able to take this. “I love you, too,” he said, gently prying Kuramochi’s arms away from him so he could help him get off the couch and go to bed. “Why don’t we—”
But Kuramochi was clearly not finished, because he instead switched positions to sit directly on Miyuki’s lap, straddling him on the couch with both hands on his shoulders. “I said I love you. Do you want to know why I love you?”
Miyuki was taken off-guard by this sudden stream of open affection, so he could only reply with “S-Sure.”
“Well,” Kuramochi started, “You’re blunt, you’re an idiot whose only true talent is baseball, you piss off so many people with your personality...”
Miyuki made a face. “...This sounds more like you’re insulting me.”
Kuramochi put a clumsy finger to Miyuki’s lips to shush him. “Shh, I’m not! I’m saying I love what other people, not me, see as negatives! There’s lots of positives, too! You struggle showing it sometimes but you truly care about me and others, you’re blunt and piss people off with your honesty for the good of your team and your friends, you’re a literal baseball genius, and you’re really, really hot.”
Miyuki, whose blush had grown deeper and deeper the more Kuramochi kept talking, suddenly blinked in surprise. “I am?” Sure, he knew Kuramochi appreciated his physique, obviously, but they’d never talked about it before.
“Of course you are!” Kuramochi said in too-loud a voice before he decided that Miyuki needed a physical demonstration. “There’s your strong shoulders,” he started, tracing clumsily along Miyuki’s shoulders before moving his hands up into his hair, “your hair that looks sexy whether it’s put together or not, and is the perfect length to run my fingers through and to grab onto...” Kuramochi gripped his hair a bit too hard in his drunken state but Miyuki didn’t even notice; on the contrary, that plus all the words pouring out of Kuramochi’s mouth was sending his body temperature skyrocketing, and bringing a certain part of his anatomy to rapt attention as well.
“And there’s your eyes and your glasses, too...” Kuramochi continued, taking a hold of said frames.
“My glasses?” Miyuki wasn’t very capable of responding competently at this point, so overwhelmed was he by all of this sudden praise coming from his partner.
“Yeah,” Kuramochi confirmed as he pulled them forward a bit then put them back, “You’re hot with the glasses, you’re hot without the glasses, and you’re the hottest in your sports glasses.”
Miyuki felt his brain short-circuit at the last one. What? “I-I am?”
Kuramochi started leaving small nips and kisses along Miyuki’s neck as he gripped both shoulders again, continuing, “I’ve always thought so. God, you’re so good-looking, Kazuya...”
Miyuki was having trouble processing this. H-His sports glasses? The whole time?! How had Kuramochi managed to play baseball together with him then? How was he supposed to play baseball for his profession with this knowledge, without getting a hard on every time he took the field?!
It was all too much for Miyuki to take. Just as he was about to toss Kuramochi down on the couch and show him exactly what he thought of this new information, Miyuki noticed that Kuramochi had stopped his advances along his neck. A quick lean to the side revealed that indeed, Kuramochi had fallen asleep on top of him, and was using his neck as a comfortable pillow.
At this point, Miyuki could only laugh. Picking up the precious bundle that was his boyfriend, Miyuki carried him down the hall, then set him on the bed so he could get him undressed to his underwear before tucking him in for the night. As Miyuki walked towards the kitchen to get him some water for the morning, he felt an insistent protest from his still very awake erection.
...Well.
After detouring over to the bathroom to take care of that problem first, Miyuki then got himself ready for bed before going to get the water. Finally setting it on their nightstand, Miyuki carefully crawled into bed, spooned Kuramochi into his arms, and pulled on his sleeping mask, eventually falling asleep as well.
---((***))---
The next morning, Kuramochi woke up first with a sizeable headache. He slowly took in his surroundings as his fuzzy memory caught up. He was in bed, and Miyuki was spooned behind him. He then noticed the glass of water on the nightstand. Reaching for it, he sat up and took several slow sips. This shift in position caused Miyuki to wake up, and he removed his mask to see Kuramochi drinking the water.
“Morning,” he said as he looked up at him, “You okay?”
Kuramochi could only grunt in response as he finished off the water before returning to Miyuki’s arms, settling himself on his side facing his chest.
“You were pretty trashed last night,” Miyuki continued as he wrapped a casual arm around Kuramochi’s waist, “Do you even remember everything?”
Kuramochi paused and tried to sort out the fuzzy memories. “I remember the bar, and insisting I could make it home, then I remember getting home, and we sat on the couch, and I...” Everything Kuramochi had said the night before suddenly rushed back into his memory, and he abruptly shot up, pulling out of Miyuki’s arms to turn towards him in shock, red as a tomato.
“My sports glasses, huh?” Miyuki couldn’t resist saying, and Kuramochi groaned and buried himself in Miyuki’s chest again, this time in embarrassment.
“Dammit! I never wanted to tell you that. How are you supposed to play baseball now?”
Miyuki held back a laugh; he had thought the exact same thing. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, brushing Kuramochi’s guilt away, “Now I’ll just have to use it as a strength when I’m on the field; that my hot self has to meet your high praise with my plays, too.” Miyuki ignored Kuramochi’s light punch to his stomach and continued on, “Though don’t blame me if I start coming home from games hornier than I used to.”
Kuramochi snorted. “Deal.”
Still, Miyuki couldn’t help but be curious about this new information. “You said you’ve always thought that, though. Didn’t that distract you from playing?”
“It did at first,” Kuramochi said, thinking back, “but I guess it’s like you said, I ended up turning it into a strength of sorts; I learned to appreciate the view while playing, instead of letting it distract me.”
“Eye candy that’s part of the scenery, huh? I like it,” Miyuki replied, laughing when Kuramochi punched him again.
“Shut up!”
Miyuki, however, was undeterred. “You know, Youichi, I think you’re hot, too...” he murmured in a low voice, kissing him on the top of his head to get him to look up. “I have for a long time.”
Kuramochi gave his trademark laugh in reply. “Oh, really? Did I distract you too, then?”
“Sometimes,” Miyuki admitted, “It was worse in the beginning, when I was confused about everything. But once I accepted my feelings, it became a part of the baseball we played together. An added spice, if you will.” he mused.
“As if you’d ever let anything truly distract you in a baseball game,” Kuramochi retorted dryly.
“This is true,” Miyuki agreed, but before Kuramochi could punch him again he added, “But it got close more times than I’d like to admit...”
“Oh, is that so?” Kuramochi replied with a little grin.
“Mhm,” Miyuki confirmed before he leaned down to give Kuramochi a kiss, then moved said kisses to his neck as he murmured, “You don’t realize how good you look in a baseball uniform...”
“Mmn...You don’t look too bad yourself,” Kuramochi said, and Miyuki responded by capturing his lips in a more sensual kiss, his hands roaming up and down Kuramochi’s back. Kuramochi responded by rolling them as they kissed, so that he rested on top of Miyuki, and Miyuki’s arms were more free to roam around.
Miyuki made a pleased noise into the kiss as Kuramochi’s hands flicked at his nipples. “Youichi...” he murmured, then groaned as Kuramochi sucked at a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear.
Kuramochi took this opportunity to grind his arousal firmly down into the bulge he felt steadily growing beneath him. Wanting more than his current position afforded him, Kuramochi kissed Miyuki again as he shifted so he was on his knees, straddling each of Miyuki’s hips. Now grinding openly backwards onto Miyuki’s erection, Kuramochi made it very clear what he was in the mood for this morning.
“I want you, Kazuya,” Kuramochi said for emphasis in between more kisses, “Is that alright?”
“God yes,” Miyuki said emphatically as both hands gripped Kuramochi’s hips, “You can have anything you want.”
Miyuki noticed that this strangely caused Kuramochi to pause in his kisses, and look at him with...indecision? “Is something wrong?” Miyuki asked curiously, before he had a sudden thought. “Is your headache too bad? If you’re not up for it—”
Kuramochi cut off Miyuki’s line of questioning with another kiss. “No, I’m fine, it’s not that. It’s...” he started, before he looked away in embarrassment. “Kazuya, would it...would it ruin your baseball career if you...put your sports glasses on...?”
With that cute little blush Kuramochi was giving him, at this point Miyuki didn’t care if it did or not. “No, it wouldn’t,” Miyuki reassured, giving Kuramochi a kiss on the cheek. “But if I make an error in my next game, I’m blaming you.”
Kuramochi let out a laugh, then allowed himself to be rolled to the side so Miyuki could get his glasses out of his equipment bag. Miyuki had a feeling he was going to want to remember every bit of Kuramochi’s expression, so he briefly stopped in the bathroom to put his contacts in before putting on the glasses and returning to their bedroom.
He paused and leaned on the doorframe for dramatic effect, wearing nothing but his sports glasses and underwear. “Is this what you were angling for, Kuramochi-san?” he teased, “Should I get anything else? My Seido jersey, perhaps?”
Kuramochi made a face at him. “Shut up and get over here,” he said, holding his arms out to him. As Miyuki approached and stopped at the nightstand to grab the lube and a condom, he distinctly heard Kuramochi mutter, “We can pull out the jerseys another time...”
Miyuki let out a low chuckle as he returned to the bed, throwing the items on top of the covers. “Yes, sir...” Coming down into Kuramochi’s arms, he settled himself on top of him before planting a kiss on his cheek. “Are there any specific fantasies I can fulfill for you?”
Kuramochi blushed again at this question, and Miyuki couldn’t hold back another chuckle. “That looks like a yes. How can I be of...service?” he asked with a waggle of his eyebrows.
It was extremely hard for Kuramochi to say it, but he knew that he had to. “...Blow me...while...getting me ready...” he managed to get out, and he watched Miyuki’s eyes darken with interest and sinful desire.
“That can certainly be arranged...” he murmured, and the combination of his lustful grin and the glasses made Kuramochi feel all but certain that he was about to be in trouble in the very best way. Kuramochi felt himself getting hotter as Miyuki started to leisurely trail kisses down his chest, moving down to his abdomen before stopping there to tease him in places he knew he was sensitive with lascivious sucks and nips at his skin. He also didn’t hesitate to leave a mark or two (not too many), partially hidden under the waistline of Kuramochi’s underwear so they wouldn’t be too noticeable.
Kuramochi sucked in a sharp breath before one hand found its way into Miyuki’s hair, not to rush him but only to show his enjoyment with a caress. Miyuki looked up and met his eyes, and Kuramochi couldn’t hold back an appreciative sound, both hands falling into the sheets. Damn, did he look sexy with the sports glasses on...
Miyuki raised one eyebrow, interest further piqued by Kuramochi’s reaction. So eye contact seemed to help his cause, huh...
Miyuki decided to hold Kuramochi’s gaze, not looking away as he pulled Kuramochi’s underwear far enough down his thighs that he could get at what he wanted. Kuramochi let out a small sound as Miyuki took his arousal in hand, still holding eye contact as he laved his tongue from the base to the tip.
Kuramochi bit his lip, unable to look away for even a moment. How could he look away when a fantasy he’d never expected to be fulfilled was unfolding before his very eyes? He could feel the arousal within him skyrocketing, and Miyuki had barely touched him yet. All he could do was stare back at that intense, amber gaze, and grip a handful of the sheets.
Miyuki gave him a dashing grin as he continued his ministrations, continually looking at Kuramochi as he almost lazily moved his tongue up and down, up and down. Soon, Kuramochi’s hips twitched a bit from his continued treatment.
“Kazuya,” Kuramochi huffed, and he didn’t need to say anymore as Miyuki seamlessly shifted to take Kuramochi into his mouth, moving himself up and down at the same casual pace as before while still looking at Kuramochi.
“A-Ah,” Kuramochi let out a stuttered sound as he finally had to look away, closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to maintain a thread of sanity to keep from coming too soon. Miyuki took this opportunity to reach over and grab the lube, still moving his mouth as he silently warmed some of the substance on his hand.
Kuramochi’s eyes shot open as he felt two of Miyuki’s fingers nudging their way towards his entrance. Wordlessly he spread his legs a little bit more, daring to look down at Miyuki once again. Miyuki noticed this and locked eyes with him again, pausing to lick only Kuramochi’s tip as he pressed the two fingers inside of him.
Kuramochi could not hold back a sharp gasp from the near-lethal combination of one sports-glasses-wearing Kazuya Miyuki staring at him intently while slowly rendering him senseless, plus the spine-tingling sensations and physical pleasure coming from his mouth and fingers. “K-Kazuy-ah!” Kuramochi’s words broke off into a moan as Miyuki’s mouth resumed its previous movements while his fingers mercilessly honed in on Kuramochi’s prostate and teased it with slow, practiced circles. Kuramochi’s legs started to quiver as his hips remained indecisive, unsure whether he should move up into Miyuki’s mouth, or down onto his hand. Hypnotized by his penetrating gaze, Kuramochi found he could only voice his approval—so he tried to do just that.
“Kaaah-Kazuya, you look so good...God, it feels so good, I...” Kuramochi soon lost the ability to speak, too, as his words encouraged Miyuki to speed up his mouth and add another finger, pressing a bit harder into his prostate for just a moment. He felt like he might come right then and there, but Miyuki surely sensed this, because he slowed down for a beat to give Kuramochi a brief moment to breathe before he was at it again at the same pace as before, still staring at him attentively. “Ngh...”
Miyuki was greatly enjoying watching Kuramochi fall apart literally in his hands, gratified that he was able to do so much for him. If he had known that his sports glasses had been the key to making Kuramochi feel this much more pleasure, he would have done this ages ago. And that was to say nothing of his own hard-on from watching Kuramochi acting so sexy before him; pretty soon he wouldn’t be able to ignore it any longer. He needed to give Kuramochi more, now. With that thought in mind, Miyuki decided to ad lib a bit on Kuramochi’s request; he could feel that Kuramochi was fairly loosened up after all, and since he was already right here...
For a brief moment, Kuramochi watched in hazy confusion as Miyuki broke eye contact to lift off of his cock and pull out his fingers, but said confusion evaporated instantly once he lifted Kuramochi’s rear off the bed with both hands and moved his mouth closer, pressing his tongue inwards where his fingers had just readied. He then locked eyes with him once more, watching him as he teased him with small practiced movements of his tongue.
Kuramochi was unable to hold his gaze this time however, and he let out a shout as his head tipped back on the pillow. With this treatment on top of all that Miyuki had done for him already...Kuramochi didn’t think he’d be able to take it for much longer at all.
“Kazuya, holy shit, Kazuya...!” Kuramochi looked down again, but quickly closed his eyes to block out the real Kazuya Miyuki surpassing his dreams below him. If he looked at him right now, it’d be all over.
“Kazuya, Kazuya stop, stop, I-I want you now, now, come here,” Kuramochi said in a rush before it was too late, blindly reaching down for Miyuki. Miyuki gave one last lingering swipe of his tongue before he slowly pulled away and gently set Kuramochi back down on the bed. He then crawled purposefully back up his body, giving Kuramochi a cheeky little grin.
“Was that alr-mhhn...” Miyuki’s undoubtedly snarky question was abruptly cut off by Kuramochi swiftly grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling him into a fierce kiss as soon as he was in front of him. Miyuki found himself locked in place by Kuramochi’s firm grip on his hair (not that he minded), and he let out a groan of surprise into the kiss when he soon felt Kuramochi’s other hand decidedly much lower, gripping his arousal through his underwear and pumping him roughly. Kuramochi took swift control of the kiss as Miyuki practically melted into him, barely holding himself up above him as Kuramochi paid some much-needed attention to Miyuki’s neglected erection.
Kuramochi pulled Miyuki back from the kiss just enough to meet his eyes as he gave his cock one last meaningful squeeze. “This...now...” was all he was able to get out, and Miyuki nodded with a little too much enthusiasm as he, too, very much wanted to continue. Kuramochi let him go, and Miyuki set about divesting himself of his underwear as Kuramochi stripped his own off the rest of the way.
Trying to keep his hands from shaking too much, Miyuki managed to get the condom on before he returned himself to Kuramochi’s awaiting arms. Once there Kuramochi wasted no time and hooked his legs around Miyuki before he reached down to line him up with his entrance. Miyuki made a feeble half-protest for him to wait a second, but Kuramochi didn’t stop his advances until he’d begun to lift his hips to start the process of their joining.
“Kazuya...” Kuramochi implored, and Miyuki needed no further encouragement to sheathe himself in Kuramochi the rest of the way in one smooth thrust. Kuramochi moaned his approval, wrapping his arms around Miyuki as he raised his legs higher up on Miyuki’s hips, settling himself in a pleasurable position. “Go...” was all he said, and Miyuki’s body obeyed his command, setting a pace that Kuramochi was able to meet thrust for thrust.
At first, they did nothing but stare into each other’s eyes, and Kuramochi found himself momentarily lost in Miyuki’s heated amber gaze as his worlds continued to collide. This version of Miyuki, who he’d played with on the field more times than he could count, was now panting above him, interlocked with him in the most intimate way possible. The overlap was almost, almost hard for him to believe, and he couldn’t help but lean forward and pull Miyuki into another kiss. He loved all versions of his Miyuki; even when some of those versions could be a real pain in the ass, every one was special to him. Kuramochi felt so lucky that he was the one who got to see all sides of him, got to cherish and love everything that made Miyuki, Miyuki.
Once they pulled away, Kuramochi noticed that the fire in Miyuki’s eyes was now reflecting even more love and warmth than before, almost as if he’d been privy to Kuramochi’s thoughts.
“Youichi...” Miyuki started, reaching over with one hand to tenderly caress his cheek. “I love you. Do you want to know why I love you?”
Kuramochi could only groan, recognizing that Miyuki was mirroring what he’d drunkenly said to him the night before.
Miyuki let go of him so he could return both hands to the bed, maximizing his leverage to increase his pace as he continued, “You’re rough around the edges, always quick to land a punch or a kick on me...”
“Insults, now?” Kuramochi quipped as he released a huff of air from a particularly forceful thrust.
“I love what other people see as negatives, remember?” Miyuki pointed out with a sparkle in his eye as he sped up his pace even more, “You’re also keenly observant, never hesitate to tell me like it is, never hesitate to help me when I need you—even when I don’t want to admit that I need it—and...” he paused, leaning down so he could whisper the rest of his words right into Kuramochi’s ear, “...you’re really, really hot.”
Kuramochi moaned as he fully gave up on trying to keep up with Miyuki at this point; instead, he simply let Miyuki speed up without him as he continued to obliterate the rest of Kuramochi’s senses with his words.
“Your hairstyle’s always done it for me, and when it’s down, mmhn, even better...”
“Kazuya...”
“Your smile’s wicked sexy, and I love how your waist and hips fit so perfectly in my hands, and dear god, your legs...everything about your legs...”
“Mmngh...” Said legs tightened around Miyuki as he mentioned them, and both of them let out a groan as this shifted Miyuki’s position inside Kuramochi slightly, allowing him to go that much deeper.
“You’re perfect, Youichi...” Miyuki murmured before he lightly tugged at Kuramochi’s earlobe with his teeth, teasing it with little nibbles before he moved to give Kuramochi a kiss instead.
“Look who’s talkin’,” Kuramochi replied with his own little grin once they’d pulled back.
Miyuki snorted and gave a little shake of his head. “I am definitely not perfect,” he asserted, but before he’d even finished protesting, Kuramochi was already pulling him down into another kiss, this one more insistent and passionate.
“Neither am I,” Kuramochi replied once he’d let Miyuki out of the kiss, “but what’s most important is that you’re perfect to me,” he declared, and Miyuki felt his stomach do a little flip as his feelings for Kuramochi welled up within him.
“Youichi...” Miyuki said in a soft tone, and he couldn’t hold back from planting kiss after kiss on Kuramochi’s lips as his hips continued their brisk pace. “I really don’t deserve you...”
He’d said it half-jokingly, but Kuramochi caught his face in front of him with both hands, holding his gaze firmly as he said, “Yes, you do.”
Miyuki couldn’t take anymore; he broke through Kuramochi’s hold on him to lean down and kiss him fiercely, using his actions and emotions to convey what he no longer felt he could adequately convey with words alone. Kuramochi tightened his legs’ hold around Miyuki, gripping his hair firmly in both hands as he kissed back with just as much emotion. Miyuki could feel himself unraveling in earnest now, but Kuramochi’s pleasure was the only thing on his mind.
“Youichi,” Miyuki eventually managed to murmur against Kuramochi’s lips. “Loosen your legs a bit...”
Kuramochi felt impossibly hotter as he loosened his grip on Miyuki as instructed; he knew where he was going with this. Sure enough, Miyuki briefly stopped moving as he reached back one hand at a time to unhook Kuramochi’s legs from him, gripping each of them underneath his bent knees. Pushing against Kuramochi’s thighs (with Kuramochi providing resistance for him to push on), Miyuki slowly lifted himself up while scooting his knees in a bit closer so he could take some of his weight off of Kuramochi’s legs. Then, he carefully unbent Kuramochi’s legs below him, straightening them into a ‘V’ while gripping them each near the back of his knee and thigh. The resulting position had Miyuki higher above Kuramochi than before, angled over him while holding his weight balanced between his knees and Kuramochi’s legs, which were pressed back as far as was comfortable.
“Ready?” Miyuki asked, his grip tightening infinitesimally. Kuramochi, blushing now, nodded once, and Miyuki wasted no time in quickly rebuilding to the fast pace he had set before. Kuramochi almost immediately let out a loud moan in response to his enthusiastic movements; no matter how many times they’d done it, this position was still embarrassing as hell, but it felt so damn good that Kuramochi could never get enough. This angle and speed allowed Miyuki to go so deep, while brushing right up against his prostate in the most spine-tingling way...Kuramochi was not going to last long at all like this.
Unable to hold onto Miyuki anymore, Kuramochi buried one hand into the sheets while reaching back with the other to desperately clutch at the pillow as his eyes drifted shut, completely lost in the sensations Miyuki was drawing out of his body. He was so, so close...
“Youichi,” Miyuki said heatedly, and Kuramochi could tell that he was close, too. “Look at me...”
Kuramochi managed to open his eyes and look at Miyuki; once they locked eyes Miyuki wouldn’t let him look away, and the two of them became fully lost in each other, holding each other’s impassioned gaze just like they had been earlier. Just when Kuramochi didn’t think he could take anymore, while still staring at him Miyuki leaned over and placed hot kisses all along Kuramochi’s leg and calf, trying to ignite him further.
These caresses immediately reminded Kuramochi of Miyuki’s zealous confession about his legs moments earlier, and he somehow felt even hotter than before. All of this, when combined with Miyuki’s sports glasses, Miyuki’s devastating movements, and Miyuki’s everything else, it all became just too much.
“Kazuya...!” Kuramochi moaned as he found his release; no longer able to hold Miyuki’s gaze, his eyes slid shut from the sensations roiling through his body. He squeezed the pillow in a death grip as his hips stuttered upward, feeling pleasantly and wholeheartedly overwhelmed by Miyuki in ways he could not adequately describe, both inside and out. This feeling went well beyond a crescendo however, as Miyuki somehow took it into another gear, making Kuramochi’s moans escalate into a shout.
“A little...more...” Miyuki panted, his grip starting to falter as he sought that last piece of stimulation that would bring him over the edge as well.
Kuramochi managed to get his eyes open, and despite his own body spiraling well out of his control, he was able to get out, “Ka...zuya...look at me...”
Once Miyuki’s eyes shifted to meet Kuramochi’s again, he saw Kuramochi’s lips soundlessly form two words:
Love you.
This, combined with the lascivious image of Kuramochi utterly lost in his own pleasure below him, easily provided the last piece of the puzzle and then some for Miyuki to reach his orgasm. He moaned Kuramochi’s name without restraint as his hips spasmed forward in a broken rhythm, gripping Kuramochi’s legs harder than he meant to in the process, though neither of them noticed, and Kuramochi certainly didn’t mind. Miyuki’s mind went completely, pleasantly blank as his body went into overdrive; he held onto Kuramochi like a lifeline, wanting to feel him as near as he could in this moment even though they were already joined so intimately. He wanted Kuramochi, plain and simple; he was the one who made him feel this good, who made him feel so loved and cherished. He’d never take that for granted, so he always tried his best to make sure Kuramochi felt the same.
As Miyuki finally ran out of energy, he gradually stopped moving then carefully let go of Kuramochi. Kuramochi shakily set his legs back down on the bed while Miyuki sat back on his knees, making quick work of the condom and cleanup before he spread himself out on his side next to Kuramochi, possessively slinging an arm over his waist while they both caught their breath. Kuramochi wordlessly took Miyuki’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers together atop his chest. Miyuki gave his hand a squeeze, and the two said nothing for a moment, simply enjoying this moment of afterglow together.
When Kuramochi felt like some of his composure had been restored, he reached up with his free hand and gently tapped on a corner of Miyuki’s glasses. “You should probably take these off,” he pointed out, and Miyuki shot him a grin in response.
“Are you sure you want me to?” he said cheekily, and Kuramochi smacked him on the chest.
“Shut it,” he said, embarrassed, but Miyuki also noticed that he hadn’t contradicted Miyuki’s assessment.
Taking pity on him, Miyuki also answered the question without any further teasing. “I will in a minute; I want to take out my contacts, too,” he replied.
“You put your contacts in?” Kuramochi asked.
“Absolutely,” Miyuki answered without any hesitation or shame, “Once you asked me to put these on, there was no way in hell I was going to have a blurry view of what came next.”
Kuramochi turned bright red, but had no retort when he was the one who had requested the glasses in the first place. And technically speaking, he got to see a non-blurry Miyuki all the time; it was only fair. Instead of figuring out how to reply, Kuramochi opted to change the subject. “Are you going to get up for the day?” he asked, “I think I’m going to go back to bed for a while longer.” He was feeling less hungover now, but his body still felt groggy overall; a couple more hours of sleep would certainly help his cause.
“I don’t think I’ll fall back asleep, but I’ll stay with you for a while,” Miyuki replied. “Then I’ll go make us breakfast.”
“Mm, sounds good,” Kuramochi agreed contentedly, and Miyuki briefly rolled away towards the nightstand so he could set down his sports glasses and remove his contacts. As he turned back on his side towards Kuramochi, Kuramochi immediately burrowed against his chest, wrapping an arm around him and cozily snuggling himself up against him.
Wrapping his own arm around Kuramochi, Miyuki felt like he needed to add one more thing before Kuramochi fell asleep. “Youichi,” he started, “If there’s anything else like this that you want me to do, you can tell me anytime, you know? I’m a willing volunteer,” he assured, and he didn’t need to see Kuramochi to know that he was likely blushing.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” came the muffled reply, and Miyuki couldn’t resist needling him just a little bit.
“Also, I loved all your drunken compliments, but if you want to give me more when you’re sober, they are very welcome, too. I certainly wouldn’t mind giving you as many as you’ll let me.” Miyuki was expecting a punch in the stomach, but was pleasantly surprised when one never came.
“I’ll think about it,” came another, even quieter reply, causing Miyuki to smile and tighten his hold on him.
“Okay then,” he said, and he dozed lightly for a bit as Kuramochi fell back asleep.
---((The End!))---