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Kazuya looked down at the scrap of paper in annoyance. He hadn't even meant to keep hold of it, and he certainly hadn't planned to call Ryousuke's brother's roommate after their first meeting ended so awkwardly, so he didn't know why he was considering it now. Kazuya grimaced at the memory of that night in the bar only a couple of weeks ago, what had seemed so promising only for the kid to turn out like every other horny alpha that wandered through the door.

"Miyuki, for fucksake," Kuramochi said, adjusting his belt as he walked into the room, then running a hand through his hair. "Just call him already."

"Call who?" Kazuya asked casually, sweeping the scrap of paper aside.

Kuramochi snorted. "You're not foolin' anyone, dude. Just ask him out. If you ask me you could use a good knotting."

"Well I didn't ask you," Miyuki said in a testy voice. He glanced Kuramochi up and down. He was dressed nice but kinda slutty - low slung jeans barely held up by his belt, and a shirt tight enough to show every curve of his chest. "You meeting Kominato junior again?"

"So what?" Kuramochi asked defensively.

Kazuya smirked. "Is pussy on the menu tonight then?"

Kuramochi flushed. "Maybe."

"So you and Ryou-san…?"

His face darkened. "There's nothing between me and Ryou-san."

Kazuya raised one eyebrow. "You sure about that? Last I checked you two couldn't keep your hands off each other."

"Well now we can," Kuramochi snapped, scowling at him. "And why do you care so much anyway?"

"Just curious," Kazuya said, holding his hands up in surrender.

Kuramochi rolled his eyes. "You're not curious, you just don't wanna call Sawamura."

Kazuya didn't let his expression falter. "Is that right?"

"Haruichi said he's a good guy. Anyway - nobody's asking you to marry the dude. Call him, let him eat you out."

"You have such a way with words," Kazuya said sweetly.

"I know." Kuramochi shoved his keys in his pocket, and pointed a threatening finger in Kazuya's direction. "If you're still sulking on that couch when I get home, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Kazuya grinned. "If you're home before tomorrow, I'll have to assume Kominato junior isn't all he's cracked up to be."

"Don't be a smartass," Kuramochi said, rolling his eyes. He pulled on his jacket, checked himself in the mirror, then flashed Kazuya a cocky grin. "And don't wait up."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out of here, you lucky shit," Kazuya groaned, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. He could hear Kuramochi's cackle echo down the hallway as he left, then blissful silence.

Kazuya lay on his back on the couch for a minute or two, enjoying the quiet. It was rare that he wasn't working at the club on a Friday night, and he couldn't decide what to do with this newfound freedom. His chest felt a little tight and full - his shift would normally have started an hour ago, which meant he would probably pump soon before things got out of hand.

Unless.

Kazuya reacted over the side of the couch to scoop up the scrap of paper with Sawamura's number on it, and sent him a text.

from Kazuya:
Hey, it's Miyuki

Sawamura's response was almost instantaneous.

from [unknown]:
from the bar?
*the milk bar???

Kazuya's eye twitched.

from Kazuya:
How many Miyukis do you know?

from [unknown]:
im just making sure!!
didn't think u were gonna text me!!!

from Kazuya:
Don't worry, I already regret it

from [unknown]:
nonononono
forget i said that!!!
im really glad u texted me
was it because kuramochi is comin over??

Kazuya grimaced. His motives were so transparent that even someone as dumb as Sawamura could guess his intentions. He debated what to do next. He didn't love the idea of inviting Sawamura back to his place, but Kuramochi would undoubtedly be getting busy with Ryou's younger brother in Sawamura's apartment tonight. He could always invite Sawamura to 37 degrees again, but he didn't really feel like being there on his day off, and Ryou might not like him bringing a customer there as a date.

Not that it was a date Kazuya told himself sternly. But he was horny, and he needed to express anyway. Might as well get Sawamura to take care of both things, if he was up for it.

from Kazuya:
Wanna get out of there?

Sawamura replied immediately.

from [unknown]:
yes!!!!!
are u gonna let me take u out??
i promise this sawamura eijun is an excellent date!!

Kazuya snorted. This guy was so cocky. Kazuya didn't hate it.

from Kazuya:
There's a bar near my place. I'll text you the address. Meet me there in an hour.

from [unknown]:
yessir!!!

Sighing, Kazuya got up from the couch and stretched lazily. This might be fun after all.

***

Kazuya waited an hour before he left to meet Sawamura, showing up a casual fifteen minutes late.

If Sawamura was bothered by it, he didn't show it. His face lit up when he saw Kazuya walk into the bar, and he dropped his gaze, running his eyes deliberately over Kazuya's figure. Unlike Kuramochi, Kazuya hadn't bothered dressing slutty - he'd put on a worn pair of jeans, a crumpled band t-shirt and a thin cardigan. Sawamura seemed to like it anyway, going by the way he was staring.

"Miyuki!" he said loudly, giving an overly enthusiastic wave.

Kazuya breathed in deeply and then he walked over. He was about a week out from his heat, but when he took the seat beside Sawamura at the bar and got a noseful of his scent, it felt like he had only hours to go. Warmth ran down the back of his spine. He'd never gotten so hard so fast from being around an alpha before, with the possible exception of Mei. A part of him hoped his scent wouldn't be too noticeable, that Sawamura wouldn't be able to tell that Kazuya was already dripping in his underwear, but a part of him hoped that he would. It was why he'd come out tonight after all - for a little fun. Kazuya enjoyed his job - most of the time, though of course there was always the occasional client who tried to take liberties. But most of them were well behaved, and none of them was quite like Sawamura.

"Wow, you look great!" Sawamura said, watching him with barely restrained glee. "I didn't think you would ever call me!"

"Technically I didn't," Kazuya said, arching an eyebrow at him.

Sawamura blew out through his nose sharply. "Texted. Whatever." His annoyance melted into a grin. "But you really came."

"Easy there tiger," Kazuya said. "It's just a drink."

"A drink!" Sawamura said, zipping up straight in his seat. "Yeah! What d'you want? I'll call a server."

Kazuya sat back on his stool while Sawamura waved over a server, watching him with a curious gaze. They hadnt' exactly had a lot of time for conversation the first time they met, although Sawamura had given it his best effort, and it was also the first time Kazuya was getting a good look at him, this bar a bit better lit than 37 Degrees. He was… pretty hot actally, with broad shoulders and big hands. Kazuya could distinctly remember how good those hands had felt on his bare skin. After ordering his drink Kazuya leaned closer to Sawamura and propped his chin on his hand.

"So" he said, watching Sawamura closely. "Did it change your life?"

Sawamura looked confused. "What?"

Kazuya grinned and leaned closer as though he meant to whisper it. "Milk," he said softly.

It was impressive how quickly Sawamura's face turned bright red. Kazuya was amazed he had any blood left in the rest of his body.

"You… you!" Sawamura accused vaguely.

Kazuya laughed loudly. "You should see your face! Was it really that good?"

Sawamura grimaced, hunching his shoulders. "You know it was," he muttered.

"Do I?" Kazuya asked sweetly.

"You had fun too," Sawamura accused him. "You told me so."

Kazuya grinned. "Did I?"

"Yes!" Sawamura insisted. "Before I made things awkward." He grimaced at himself, then clapped his hands together and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, about that! Please accept this humble Sawamura Eijun's apology. I didn't mean - I wasn't trying to -"

"Sawamura," Kazuya said, with a wry smile. "It's fine."

Sawamura relaxed with a comically exaggerated exhale. "Phew. I just say stuff without thinking sometimes you know?"

Kazuya grinned. "You don't say."

"Anyway!" Sawamura said brightening. "You did have fun, I know you did."

"Oh?"

"Isn't that why you texted me?"

Well, the kid had him there. "My first choice cancelled on me," Kazuya lied. He dragged his eyes over Sawamura deliberately. "But I guess you make an okay relief pitcher."

Sawamura bristled. "You can't just give someone a compliment, can you?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Kazuya teased.

"All kinds!" he said crossly. "And I said lots of nice things about you."

"Did you? I don't remember that."

"I just told you you looked nice five minutes ago!" Sawamura complained.

Kazuya laughed. "I guess you did. Fine, you look good too."

Sawamura beamed at him. "Was that so hard?"

Luckily Kazuya was saved from responding by the server finally coming over to take their drinks orders. Aside from his three seconds spent ordering, Sawamura didn't take his eyes off Kazuya, his attention like a thousand-wat bulb shining on him.

"What's it like, working in the bar?" Sawamura asked him.

Kazuya wrinkled his nose. "That's really what you wanna ask?"

Sawamura nodded eagerly.

Kazuya allowed himself to sigh inside. This always happened when people found out what he did, then it was all they wanted to hear about. He didn't mind talking about it though.

"Well… most of the time it's pretty boring," Kazuya admitted. "Most people order from the bar, but a few come in for a special order - that's me and the others." He huffed, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "We don't usually flirt with clients, at least not like I did with you. It's more, uh… transactional? Then when they're done, I go in the back, and wash up, then normally we're doing stuff in between to aid milk production."

Sawamura's eyes widened again. "Like what?"

"A lot of massage, mainly" Kazuya said matter-of-factly. "And we express a lot, to keep production going, and to keep the bar stocked."

"Express?" Sawamura said face scrunching with confusion. "You mean… you said you have to pump, right?"

Kazuya grinned, nodding as he watched the colour spread over Sawamura's cheeks. "Sometimes we use an actual pump, but you can do it just with your hands too. It's more messy that way though."

"Oh!" Sawamura looked as if he couldn't decide between being embarrassed or horny. "Do you need to do that all the time, or only when you work?"

"Every day," Kazuya confirmed, and watched Sawamura's pupils expand even more until he looked like a cat hunting, with only a thin line of his irisis visible. Kazuya grinned at him. "You like that mental image?"

Sawamura nodded eagerly, and Kazuya laughed. There was something disarming, not to mention charming, about Sawmaura's directness. Kazuya didn't mean to enjoy it so much, but he couldn't seem to help himself.

"We're talking about me a lot," Kazuya said, attempting to deflect. "What about you? What do you -"

"Wait, I have one more question!" Sawamura interrupted.

Kazuya shrugged.

"How'd you know I was a pitcher? When we met before, we said we both played baseball, and you guessed that I was a pitcher. How'd you know?"

"Oh…" Kazuya said, a smirk playing across his face. "Your ego."

"My ego?" Sawamura said grumpily. "What about yours?"

Oh, this kid was too fun to play with. Kazuya grinned. "My ego is huge. That's how I know yours is just as bad."

"Hmph!" Sawamura huffed, turning up his nose at Kazuya for a few seconds. "So what, were you a pitcher too?"

"Nah," Kazuya said, with a shak of his head. "Catcher."

Sawamura's eyes sparked with interest again. "Ohh. I'd like to see that." He grinned. "You should catch for me sometime."

Kazuya laughed in surprise. "Oh yeah? I can't tell if you're hitting on me or if you really wanna play baseball."

"Uhh - both?" Sawamura offered. "Sex is fun, but… baseball is the best."

For a moment all Kazuya could do was stare at him. This kid just couldn't be real. "You know, I actually agree with you," he said, as he starting to laugh. "Do you still play?"

Sawamura nodded eagerly. "There's a team in my neighborhood, and at my workplace too. That's how I met Harucchi!"

"Oh, so he plays too," Kazuya said, smirking. "No wonder 'Mochi likes him." He leaned his elbow on the bar. "How long have you know Kominato-kun?"

"I guess uh - wait! One more question," Sawamura wheedled. Kazuya sighed and gestures for him to continued. "Is your name really Miyuki? You didn't give me a fake name?"

"Well… yeah" Kazuya said. "You do get that my job really isn't a sex thing, right?"

Sawamura's face flushed. "I know that!" he said quickly. "I just wondered, that's all."

"Didn't you already look me up online?

"No!" Sawamura said, looking horrified. "Wait, did you?"

Kazuya grinned and winked at him.

"Oh no," Sawamura said, starting to look afraid. "You didn't, right? Did you? Please tell me you didn't see the pictures of me in the dress."

"Wow," Kazuya said, snorting with laughter, and pulledhis phone out of his pocket. "I didn't even look you up, but now I'm going to."

"Nooo," Sawamura groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Please don't judge me!"

Kazuya cackled. "What makes you think I won't enjoy it?" he asked, roaming his eyes over Sawamura's lanky frame. "You'd look good in a skirt."

Sawamura lifted his head. "You think?"

"Sure."

"Hey wait a second," Sawamura said, pointing at Kazuya's glass. "You're drinking! You said you didn't drink!"

"Not when I'm working," Kazuya corrected. "But they don't need me again until Wednesday, so I can get away with a couple of drinks tonight."

"Will I notice it?" Sawamura asked, watching him with a hungry look.

Kazuya's eyebrow quirked. "Notice what?"

"If you drink. You said it makes your - uh, your milk, taste different - right?"

"Sometimes yeah. You might not notice it tonight, but tomorrow probably."

Sawamura licked his lips slowly. "Am I gonna get to try it tomorrow?" he asked, his voice quiet, like he was trying not to spook him.

Kazuya considered. Even when he did bring people home, which was rare enough already, he almost never invited them to stay over. There was something about Sawamura though - Kazuya had convinced himself that he'd just been horny the first time, it hadn't really meant anything. But he could feel that same electricity between them again. He felt like a teenager, hormones brimming over, like it was taking everything he had not to throw himself into Sawamura's lap right here and now and start chasing some of the sensations he'd been craving since the last time they met. "That depends if you impress me or not," he teased.

"Oh, I definitely will!" Sawamura said, puffing his chest out. "I'll make you come like five times!"

Kazuya burst out laughing. "Five?" he asked, grinning at Sawamura. "That seems kinda optomistic to me."

"Well… at least three!" Sawamura amended.

"So if I take you home, I can expect between three and five orgasms from you?" Kazuya asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sawamura nodded eagerly. He leaned in, sliding his palm up Kazuya's knee. "Can we go back to your place?"

Excitement bubbled up Kazuya's throat, and his cunt pulsed in anticipation. It was easily six months since he'd last gotten laid, probably longer. If nothing else Sawamura definitely seemed determined.

"Yeah," Kazuya said, leaning closer to him. "Let's get out of here."

***

Kazuya definitely hadn't been wrong about Sawamura's ego, but he was also realizing that he didn't mind it at all. Sawamura kept up a steady stream of excited conversation as they made their way back to Kazuya's apartment. He was funny, easy to talk to, and at least as nuts for baseball as Kazuya himself, if not more. The topic easily kept them going on the walk back to Kazuya's place, and up in the elevator to his floor.

"So," Kazuya murmured as he let them in and kicked aside Kuramochi's work shoes.

They'd barely gotten inside when Sawamura crowded him back against the door, putting his hands either side of Kazuya's head as he leaned in.

"You have any idea how good you smell?" he groaned, tipping Kazuya's head to one side with his cheek and nuzzling at his scent gland. "I've been wanting to get my hands on you since the moment you walked into the bar."

Kazuya laughed under his breath, sliding a hand into Sawamura's hair as the alpha cupped his neck and dragged his tongue over Kazuya's throat. "What kind of cake do I smell like today?" he teased.

Sawamura huffed. "The smug kind."

That made Kazuya laughed harder, but then Sawamura's teeth grazed over his scent gland and he broke off with a shudder. "Sawamura…"

"Which one is your room?" Sawamura murmured, sliding his free hand around Kazuya's hip and squeezing meaningfully.

Kazuya's throat was dry. "You move fast, huh?"

Sawamura froze. "I—"

"I'm kidding," Kazuya said laughing as he hooked his finger in Sawamura's belt. He slipped out and began to pull the alpha towards his room. "Come on, I wanna slip into something more comfortable, as they say."

They stumbled into Kazuya's bedroom, their hands already all over each other by the time they made it to the bed.

"Oh wow," Sawamura mumbled to him between kisses, "You're a good kisser. I've - been thinking about you - since that night at the bar."

Kazuya slung his arms around Sawamura's neck, pressing up against him. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Sawamura groaned, running his hands up Kazuya's sides. "My shirt still smells like you."

"Did you jerk off with it?"

Sawmaura's face flushed. "M - maybe."

Kazuya laughed against his lips. "I'm flatterd."

"You should be," Sawamura insisted, slowly walking him back to the bed. He put his hands inside Kazuya's cardigan and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Then his hands teasded at the edge of Kazuya's shirt. "Are you -"

He paused looking awkward, stopping with Kazuya's shirt halfway up his chest. Kazuya raised one eyebrow at him. "Am I what?"

Sawamura flushed again. "Just… you kinda smell like you're in heat, or getting there."

"Ah, that." Kazuya's own face turned a bit pink. "I'm due in a few days." he leaned closer again, tucking his face into Sawamura's neck again. "Sometimes it comes early though."

Sawamura gave a groan and clutched Kazuya to him. "I wanna see that." He spread his hands on Kazuya's bare skin. "I wanna see you in heat."

A shudder flowed down Kazuya's spine. "Maybe you'll get to.

"Really?" Sawamura asked excitedly. He tugged at Kazuya's shirt again, lifting it a little bit, his thumb stroking the soft line of Kazuya's bralette. "Do you still uh - get milk, during your heat?"

Kazuya snorted. "And then some."

Sawamura groaned again, and then pulled Kazuya into a clumsy kiss, full of hunger. They had to pull apart when Sawamura pulled Kazuya's shirt over his head, then again when Kazuya rid Sawamura of his own. Kazuya took the chance to sit down on the bed, reaching out to pulled Sawamura down with him.

"So when do these orgasms start?"

Sawamura clicked his tongue. "You can't rush these things!" he said annoyed. He scooped Kazuya up and laid him flat on his back. "Stay there," he instructed, pressing his hand down on Kazuya's shoulder to press him down against the bed.

Kazuya grinned. "Or what?"

"Or just wait and find out," Sawamura said with playful impatience.

With a giggle Kazuya flopped back, as he'd been told, and watched as Sawamura dragged his hands down Kazuya's body. His hands paused at the edge of Kazuya's jeans and he ave an encouraging nod. "You can take them off," he reassured, and grinned when Sawamura let out a breathy sigh before unzipping them. Kazuya's breathing started to get faster as Sawamura stripped him out of his jeans and ran his hands slowly up Kazuya's shins and then his thighs. He breathed in deeply and Kazuya could see the way his pupils widened again.

"You smell amazing," he whispered with total sincerity.

"You too," Kazuya whispered back. Sawamura's scent had been the first thing Kazuya noticed about him back at the bar. He didn't usually get that intimate with customers, but something about Sawamura's scent was like a lightning bolt down his spine, straight to his cunt. It was strong but not overpowering, with a coffee-like umami note to it and edged with something fresh and sweet. Kazuya tugged him closer, painfully aware of how damp his underwear was between his legs, bringing Sawamura's face down to his to kiss him again.

Sawamura climbed over him carefully, sinking his weight down between Kazuya's legs, pressing their hips together. Kazuya could feel his arousal between them, just as he had at the bar that night, and his cunt ached in anticipation.

"God… Miyuki…" Sawamura groaned. He ran his fingertips down the side of Kazuya's neck, kissing his jaw slowly. "You're so hot." His hand moved lower and he cupped one of Kazuya's tits through his bralette.

Kazuya whimpered, arching into his touch. He'd forgone pumping that evening in anticpation of seeing Sawamura, and his tits were tight and swollen, badly needing to be expressed.

Sawamura paused apparently thinking he'd hurt him. "Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?"

"No!" Kazuya said quickly. He put his hand over Sawamrua's, pressing it back to his chest and squeezing harder. "I just haven't pumped yet tonight, so I'm pretty...full."

The alpha's eyes were like dinnerplates. "Oh," he breathed. "Can I… I mean… do you want me to help?"

Kazuya laughed. "If you want. You don't have to drink it -"

"I want to," Eijun said quickly, looking fierce. He lowered his head to Kazuya's chest and mouthed at one of his peaked nipples through his bralette. "I want everything you'll give me."

"Knock yourself out," Kazuya murmured, giving a little gasp when Sawamura slid the soft fabric of his bra up with his thumb and then used it to stroke Kazuya's nipple.

"You've got the cutest little tits," Sawamura said with a groan, then he put his mouth on Kazuya's nipple, lapping it with his tongue before he took it in his mouth. Kazuya moaned, enjoying the delicious pressure on his swollen chest. "Taste so sweet," Sawamura mumbled, and started to suck harder.

Kazuya lay back with a sigh, arousal pooling down between his legs as Sawamura slowly drew his milk to the surface. Without thinking he grabbed a handful of Sawamura's hair, pulling it a bit as he felt his milk start to flow, no doubt filling Sawamura's pretty mouth. When he'd first gotten his milk as a teenager it had only been a tiny bit a day, but the bar had put him on a special diet and a routine to get everything flowing, and now he was one of the most productive members on staff.

As Sawamura started to drink from him, making cute little sounds of contentment in his throat like a baby, he also slid his hand down between their bodies, gliding across Kazuya's stomach and then down between his legs. His fingertips ghosted over Kazuya's pussy, brushing against it gently, teasing him.

"You're - mm really wet," Sawamura mumbled.

A flush chased over Kazuya's face. "Are you talking about my tits or my vagina?"

Sawamura grinned up at him. "Both." He pushed his fingers in harder, pressing against Kazuya's slit through his panties. "Can I?"

"Mm, please," Kazuya groaned and grips Sawamura's hair more tightly.

Sawamura makes a hungry noise and goes back to feeding earnestly, while at the same time slipping his hand inside Kazuya's panties and stroking him softly.

Kazuya's thighs quivered. Nobody had touched him in so long, it felt so good, and Sawamura's confident touch was a pleasant surprise. Kazuya had assumed he was all talk but - so far at least he seemed to know what he was doing down there. He abandoned Kazuya's boob for a minute and kissed him instead, and while he was kissing the taste of Kazuya's own milk into his mouth, he stopped teasing at last and, slid a finger into his pussy.

"Oh yeah," Kazuya groaned, hiding a full body shudder. He kissed Sawamura back hard, then grinded his hips down onto Sawamura's hand. "Don't stop. Keep going."

Nodding Sawamura turned his attention back to Kazuya's milk, drinking from him hungrily while fingering him to stretch him out. It was good to be touched but it wasn't getting him off, but then Sawamura withdrew his finger and used it to circle Kazuya's clit instead, rubbing it slowly.

"Fuck," Kazuya hissed, pressing his crotch up against Sawamura's hand again. "Harder - faster"

Sawamura huffed. "I'm in charge," he complained, although he did what Kazuya requested, strumming him more quickly, until with a groan he started to come, feeling electric and wonderful, but at the same time kinda empty. Then Sawamura had to go and ruin the moment. "I did it!"

Kazuya groaned and throws an arm over his eyes. "Oh my god."

"What?" Sawamura asked. "That good?"

Kazuya laughed. "You're ridiculous," he said, but affectionately, bringing Sawamura up the bed to kiss him. "One down, huh?"

Sawamura nodded, and used his sticky fingers to circle Kazuya's untouched nipple. "Do you need me to do both?"

"Ah - yeah, it would help," Kazuya said with a grin.

Not hesitating Sawamura pushed up Kazuya's bra up a bit higher and returned to his work with his mouth. Some people tried to use too much teeth and it could be uncomfortable, but Sawamura was gentle, more or less, sucking him steadily and humming appreciately as he drank.

"You taste amazing," Sawamura mumbled into his chest. He sank down between Kazuya's legs and grinded against him slowly pressing, his cock between Kazuya's legs. "This okay?"

"Mm," Kazuya hummed, grinding up against him. "You gonna fuck me or just tease me all night?"

Sawamura grinned. "Little of both".

Kazuya's stomach gave a hungry shudder at the thought of Sawamura fucking him. It was way too long since he'd gotten laid. He wondered how often Sawamura got laid; he was loud and not that bright, but he was surprisngly smooth when he wanted to be.

"Hey," Sawamura mumbled, pulling off of Miyuki's boob with a slick sound. "You mind if I go down on you?"

"Oh... you want to huh?" Kazuya asked a tad bit warily. He'd rarely come across an alpha who enjoyed doing that, still less who were good at it.

Sawamura nodded eagerly. "Is it okay?" he asked already trailing his hand back down to stroke Miyuki through the damp fabric of his panties. "You just smell so fucking good..."

"I don't mind,." Miyuki said, shrugging to hide the shudder of excitement rolling through him.

Giving him another quick grin, Sawamura kissed him and then slid down the bed, tugging Kazuya's panties down to his knees as he went. While he was down there, Kazuya slipped his bra off over his head, then peeked down at Sawamura who was eyeing him hungrily.

"What is it?" Kazuya asked giving him a superior look.

Sawamura groaned. "You're so hot," he said and yanking Kazuya's panties off the rest of the way, he pushed his thighs apart and settled in between them. "Tell me how you like it, yeah?" he said as he leaned in close enough that his hot breath gusted against Kazuya's slit.

Kazuya smirked. "I thought you were in charge."

"Yeah, but I wanna do it the way you like," Sawamura said as if it was obvious. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into Kazuya's cunt looking blissed out. "Mmm..."

"O-okay, uh - start with my slit," Kazuya instructed watching him work. "Move onto my clit slowly, and then suck it when you do, but not too hard. I just came, remember?"

"Mm" Sawamura hummed to show he was listening, then he set about following Kazuya's instructions, licking him slowly and sucking on the soft lips of his pussy one at a time. He kept teasingt in between, running his tongue up Kazuya's slit, almost to his clit, then retreating again just as Kazuya's back tensed ready to arch. It was maddening and really really good. And then Sawamura finally got bored of teasing him and ran his tongue up and over Kazuya's clit... and then down again, but this time he slid two fingers inside him just as he retreated, and Kazuya arched his back with a groan.

"You like that?" Sawamura asked, with a flick of his eyes up at Kazuya's face.

Kazuya nodded. "Don't stop."

Sawamura gave a little gust of laughter and then he finally turned his attention to Kazuya's clit, running his tongue, over it and then sucking it a bit, slowly fucking his fingers in and out at the same time. Kazuya was still twitchy and on edge from the first time he'd come, and it didn't take Sawamura long to work him up to the edge again.

"You gettin' close?" Sawamura asked at the feel of Miyuki's pussy clenching around his fingers as Kazuya teetered on the edge of plateaing.

Kazuya nodded. "Pretty - close, mm -" He put his hands on his own chest, squeezing his tits and then pinching his nipples firmly.

"Oh, fuck," Sawamura groaned. "God, you touching yourself is so hot." He dove back between Kazuya's legs, fingering him faster as he tongued Kazuya's clit again harder, driving him right to the edge.

"H-harder," Kazuya groaned, arcing his spine against Sawamura's mouth. "Dont stop - fuck yeah - oh fuck."

He came hard this time, milk splashing over his fingers where he was squeezing his nipples, his slick soaking the sheets and Sawamura's hand. Kazuya fell back after a minute as the spasms finally ceased, his throat a bit hoarse from crying out. "Holy fuck," he gasped, staring up at the ceiling. "I never came that hard in my life."

Sawamura sat up, grinning smugly at him and wiping his mouth on his arm. "Told you I was good."

Kazuya snorted. "Okay, it loses the shine if you brag about it." He reached out and dragged Sawamura down on top of him, wrapping his arms around his neck. Sawamura's mouth was cool and wet and Kazuya groaned as he licked the taste of himself off of Sawamura's chin. "Color me impressed, Sawamura," he murmurs.

"Really?" Sawamura asked, bouncing like an exciteble puppy. He ran his hand down Kazuya's rips, groaning a bit when he felt the wetness on his chest. "You're like crazy hot. This is so much better than my imagination."

"Yeah?" Kazuya laughed. "What a compliment."

Sawamura laughed loudly. "I can imagine a lot!"

"Idiot." Kazuya said affectionately. He caught his hands in Sawamura's hair again and tipped his head back so he could lick over his Adam apple and then bite down on his scent gland. "You wanna fill me up, you big powerful alpha?"

"Ngh.." Sawamura gave a shudder. "If - if you want," he said, obviously struggling with himself.

Kazuya laughed. "Yeah, I want. Hang on, I got some condoms here somewhere."

"I said I'd make you come again though," Sawamura said sounding a bit regretful.

"You can do that while you're fucking me," Kazuya suggested it as he reached over to grab the half used box of condoms from his nightstand. He winked at Sawamura as he tore one of them open with his teeth. "Lemme see what we're working with."

Sawamura's ears turned red, which was more charming than it had any right to be. "D -don't tease!" he growled.

Kazuya laughed. "I'm gonna need to see it if I'm gonna put a condom on it."

"Okay okay," Sawamura said, rolling his eyes. He got up from the bed and peeled his clingy boxers down. It wasn't like they'd been doing a lot to hide what he was packing, but without them his cock definitely looked a lot bigger.

Picking his jaw up off the floor Kazuya swallowed hard and then beckoned him closer. "Okay, color me impressed again." He flicked his gaze up to Sawamura's red face. "You know how to use that thing?"

"Of course I do!" Sawamura said, with a huff. "You're so rude Miyuki Kazuya!"

"I know," Miyuki said, getting up on his knees and beckoning him closer. "You like top or bottom?"

Sawamura licked his lips and his gaze flicked from Kazuya's face down to his chest and then back up again. "Uh…"

"How about I go on top?" Kazuya said, reaching out to grab Sawamura's cock. Holding it steady he rolled the condom down on him, then moved back on the bed. "Come and lie down."

"You're bossy," Sawamura complained as he clambered back onto the bed and laid down.

Kazuya laughed and swinged his leg over Sawamura's hips. "Now you're getting it." He pressed down against Sawamura's cock, rocking back and forth on it.

"W - wait!" Sawamura said quickly. Kazuya gave him a curious look and Sawamura bit into his lip. "Can I kiss you?"

"Oh." Kazuya paused, thrown for a second. The kind of alphas he usually went home with were a bit more wham bam thank you ma'am, but Kazuya reflected, they usually weren't that good in bed either. "Sure," he said, trying to push down his slight discomfort at the thought of letting Sawamura make this more than it was. He leaned down, resting his hand next to Sawamura's head and kissing him lazily.

Sawamura put his arms around Kazuya as they made out, and Kazuya reached back so he could grab Sawamura's cock and line it up. He sank back on it slowly and they both moaned into the kiss. Kazuya pushed down on it as slowly as he could bear to. Sawamura wasn't too big but he was a stretch for Kazuya, and he groaned as he finally settled with Sawamura's cock fully seated inside him.

"Fuck," Kazuya groaned. "Gimme a minute."

"Yeah… sorry!" Sawamura said.

Kazuya shook his head. "I'm okay. Just getting used to it." He laughed breathlessly. "You're something else, Sawamura."

Sawamura's face lit up. "Yeah? You think?" He grinned. "Say that again."

"Not a chance," Kazuya said laughing. He sat up a bit balancing his hands on Sawamura's chest, then he started to lifted his hips and push down again slowly, fucking himself on Sawamura's cock. "Ah - fuck - ngh, that's good."

"You look incredible," Sawamura said curling his fingers around Kazuya's knees and watching him with something like adoration in his face.

Kazuya laughed. "Better - than your imagination?"

"So much better!" Sawamura said earnestly. He groaned as Kazuya grinded down particularly hard and slow, and thrust his hips up to meet him. "A - ah, Miyuki, ngh. Touch yourself? Please?"

Watching him closely, Kazuya ran a hand down his chest. "Here?" he asked in a sultry voice and then slid his hand lower. "Or here?"

"Your clit," Sawamura said, watching his own cock sinking in and out of Kazuya's cunt. "I wanna watch - watch you get yourself off."

"Oh yeah?" Kazuya licked his finger, then used it to stroke himself with a shiver. "You like to watch, little perv?"

"Mm," Sawamura nodded, not seeming to notice or care about the insult. His eyes were glued to Kazuya's hand moving between his legs, and his fingers clenched around Kazuya's thighs as he watched. "Wow, you're so tight on my dick."

Kazuya let go a laugh. "Yeah," he groaned, pinching his clit between his fingers. "Ngh, you're gonna have to - fuck me, hard."

Sawamura's eyes widened. "Like this?"

"Nah." Kazuya shook his head. He sat up, letting Sawamura's cock slip out of him, then got down on all fours next to him. "Get behind me. You'll get really deep that way."

The only noise Sawamura made was a whimper, and then he got behind Kazuya, gripping his hips firmly. "You sure -"

"Sawamura, get on with it and fuck me already," Kazuya demanded.

Sawamura fumbled between them, then there was the delicious pressure as he started to push inside. Kazuya dropped his head and shoulders to the bed with a groan, trying to relax to let Sawamura fill him up all the way.

"Oh shit," Kazuya groaned as he bottomed out. "Fuck, you're big." He reached under his hips to touch himself again, giving his clit another squeeze.

"Can I move?" Sawamura asked through clenched teeth.

"Yes, yes move," Kazuya hissed.

Sawamura started to fuck him then, slow and hard, thrusting in deep with each stroke. He had one hand on Kazuya's hip and the other on his ass and he pulled him back onto his cock with each thrust, so that Kazuya was crying out each time he did. The pressure and the impact of each thrust felt so good, but Kazuya couldn't quite seen to get over the edge a third time.

"I'm - ngh close," Sawamura said after a few minutes of the brutal pace. "Should I -"

"Don't stop!" Kazuya hissed as his pace began to slow down. He reached back to grab Sawamura's thigh, urging him on. "Fuck me, please - wanna come on your knot."

Sawamura moaned loudly at that, and bending low over Kazuya's back, fucked him hard for several determined strokes, then finally came with a yell. He trembled as the shocks of it ran through him and his knot swelled up to tie them together.

Kazuya started to stroke himself again firmly, using his copious slick to ease the way. He came fast, pussy clenching tight around Sawamura's knot.

"Oh fuck," Sawamura moaned. "Oh god that's tight, ngh fuck, you're really milking me -"

Kazuya laughed weakly. "I'm - milking you?"

Sawamura gave a snort of laughter. "Well you are!"

"Unbelievable," Kazuya said, cackling with laughter.

Still laughing himself, Sawamura slumped into him, and the two of them collapsed comfortably to the bed.

"That was… pretty good," Kazuya mumbled when he'd got a hold of himself.

Sawamura hummed happily, and he carefully turned them so they were lying on their sides with him pressed against Kazuya's back. "Good enough that you'd wanna do it again?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Kazuya said noncommittaly. "It's just one date."

"I meant tonight," Sawamura said in a low voice.

Kazuya shivered. "I see." He grinned. "Let me recover from this round first yeah?"

"Mm." Sawamura nuzzled into the back of his neck, one hand straying up to cup Kazuya's chest. "I'm glad you texted tonight."

"Yeah," Kazuya said, surprised by how strongly he agreed. "Me too."

Sawamura gave a pleased hum. "And I didn't wanna listen to Harucchi having sex."

Kazuya burst out laughing. "That's valid. Is he really loud?"

"Mm… no, but Kuramochi looks like he'd be loud."

Kazuya pulled a face thinking of the times he'd heard Mochi and Ryou going at it. "Yeah," he said. "You're not wrong."

"Hey uh… thanks for giving me a second chance" Sawamura mumbled.

"Thanks for making it worth my while," Kazuya said, giving a little wiggle of his hips. And then he said something he hardly ever did. "You can stay if you want."

Sawamura squeezed him tighter. "Really? Awesome!"

Kazuya laughed. "You don't steal the blankets do you?"

"I would never!"

"Good. More for me."

"...Huh?"