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Eijun had made a promise to reward Miyuki later.

It wasn’t something he would announce out loud in front of the others. Anyone else would have thought the timing wasn’t right, as they still had the finals to go through before they could win the entire tournament. However, it was a message that he should get across properly, that he was grateful for what Miyuki did for him during this match, for the leads that brought out his best performance so far, and for the run that settled their victory. It wouldn’t hold the same meaning if he decided to go ahead with it any other day.

On the other hand, the reward he had in mind was among the things that only lovers were supposed to do. Yet, they had been crossing the line over and over again, even before giving any name to their relationship. With that, and with Miyuki’s tendency to be more subtle and secretive than him, it would be best to keep it between the two of them.

Still, he declared his intent in the middle of the crowd through a slight touch on Miyuki’s waist and a small whisper in his ears, “Wait for me tonight.”

For what, you’d ask? He could have described what Miyuki could anticipate in vivid detail at this very second. He could very well do that to rile him up, but Eijun knew that he, too, should be patient. He, too, should wait until everything was said and done for the day before he could have done anything about it. It wouldn’t be good for him to take up too much of Miyuki’s time when both of them still had some matters to handle once they returned from the stadium.

Even without saying much, Miyuki would have noticed his purpose already. Even without wanting anything, when Eijun had offered such a thing to him, he would like for him to carry it out to the end.

Eijun would have usually thought, That’s easy. As a man, of course, I won’t go back on my words. He had no reason not to do it, anyway, not when he, too, would have enjoyed seeing Miyuki receiving all kinds of pleasure and appreciation—much more when he was the one bringing it to him.

Everything changed when he overheard a conversation that Miyuki had with someone else. Of a future that seemed so far, so out of reach, when they still had the next two days on sight.

It wasn’t like he was against the idea of Miyuki thinking ahead. They were young, and Miyuki was a great player. Even when they had come this far from where they started, there were so many things he could look forward to, so many worlds he could explore further beyond this season, beyond the place he held at this moment.

If Eijun would choose to follow Miyuki, to catch up with him in the future in a bigger stage, he already accepted that the journey wouldn’t be easy. It would have seemed like an endless road, an unknown mystery.

What troubled him was just how easily Miyuki would bring it up like it was nothing when he, the ace and battery partner, didn’t have any knowledge about it at all.

First, Eijun was aware of Miyuki’s right to have plans or to even speak of them when he found it necessary. Miyuki had his own life that didn’t only revolve around him or their battery. That should have been obvious.

However, it didn’t mean he was any less upset about missing out on something that important. If anything, it made him feel like he wasn’t trustworthy enough to become Miyuki’s partner.

Like he wasn’t enough to become something special to Miyuki.

The more Eijun let the feeling resonate inside his heart, the more he found it embarrassing just how occupied he could be over this one thing. So much that he kept dodging and avoiding Miyuki, even as Miyuki summoned him to his room first. It was to the point that he’s not sticking to Miyuki’s side, not making himself feel at home like he should be, not expressing his worries and questions out loud, and not confronting Miyuki directly like he used to. The only thing he raised his voice for was to answer Miyuki for the last time before he left Miyuki on his own.

No, he wasn’t lashing out, not even close. Still, everything was stressful and embarrassing for him. It almost felt as if all the good things that happened today had gone in vain, and everything Miyuki had done, everything he had done due to Miyuki’s help, was no longer worth celebrating.

For a moment, he thought of giving up the treat and putting it aside until they would be in a better place and time since he wanted Miyuki to focus on the present more—just like himself, who had distracted the restlessness in his mind, swapping them for visions of their goal. It didn’t last long, though, since guilt had started to creep inside him once he finished reflecting on their post-game meeting.

It was how he stood up and brought himself to leave from his hiding, to move ahead and face everything head first, just to roam around in front of the lines of the room leading up to Miyuki's instead of coming in for a visit.

He would be lying if he said he didn't have any hesitations about this. It might seem as if he only wanted to get closer to Miyuki so he could get to touch him, or even as if he would force himself on him, and that would have been bad for the two of them. Still, he decided that he should at least wait and see before he could have done anything.

The door of Miyuki’s room swung open, revealing a space that no longer held as many people as it was when the pitchers and catchers gathered there just an hour ago. Eijun could feel a pair of eyes watching him from inside. He took a quick glimpse and, just as he had expected, caught Miyuki’s presence. He tried stopping himself from staring any deeper, from returning the gesture, knowing that Miyuki might be scrutinizing him, judging him, or even holding anything he did against him.

Though, still, he couldn't help but wonder, Is this all a sign? Has Miyuki been waiting for me to make the first move, to fulfill my promise?

“Sawamura, any reason why you’re out there?” As if it wasn’t a big deal, Miyuki leaned out, meeting Eijun’s eyes as he asked him, “Is there anything you need from me? Anything you left behind earlier?”

Eijun wanted to question whether Miyuki understood just how he had him figured out, though Miyuki would have known that better than him. If Miyuki's gaze were so fixed on Eijun, he must have noticed how much he struggled not to jump out, not to avoid explaining himself. How much he strived to gather and build up the courage he needed before saying anything as an answer. He set his breath and corrected his stance in hopes that he came off as confident enough before he stated his objective,

"I want to give you your reward, Miyuki-senpai."

The silence made him anxious, but it passed in a flash.

"Come in, then," Miyuki allowed him in, pushing the door even further, turning his head back to draw Eijun’s attention to the empty room. He counted a few seconds before he smirked and continued, "You won't do that outside, right in front of everyone, will you? Or is that what you're aiming for tonight?"

"That's impossible. Of course not," Eijun spoke out as he walked inside. In a swift movement, he locked the door that he had just entered, showing his will as he crushed the last of his doubts with his bare hand.

"Oh, so that's impossible, even for you." Miyuki made a snide remark about him, but other than that, he did nothing about it, did nothing against him.

Miyuki let him cage both of them in a closed space, separated them from the rest of the world that happened outside them, though not without questioning him, "Alright, Sawamura, you had promised me such a reward, but can you tell me why you should reward me?"

It sounded odd for Eijun, having Miyuki pushing him towards saying nice things about him when he was always the one who was looking for Miyuki’s approval and acknowledgment. Not that Miyuki was direct about it; it was just that Eijun had no other explanation he could offer than his reassurance, "You have done so much to me, you know."

He would have said that he had nothing else in mind, but that was a lie. He just suppressed the less pleasant parts in his mind.

"Are you trying to say that's a bad thing?"

Miyuki, though, didn’t even presume that he meant well at all.

“No, not at all! I’m not going to complain about your leads here! In fact, it's working just well,” Eijun countered him by complimenting, “We’re winning, right?” by stating the obvious thing, “I’m doing good, right?” yet, at the same time, reaching; for the stars, the moons, the whole sky.

Words of affirmation were never easy to fall from Miyuki’s lips. It was never something that he could take for granted, not even when this match could have been his personal best so far. With him achieving a speed record, throwing a perfect inning, and defending with all his might until they snatch the lead, there's no guarantee that it could make Miyuki acknowledge him in the way he wanted.

“Yeah.”

Too reluctant for Eijun's taste, but he'd count it in over all the other retorts he could have gotten—you’re annoying, demanding, you’re barely just starting, nowhere near perfect.

After all, having such a meticulous person like Miyuki singing praises to him always seemed like a distant dream. Though he knew it wasn’t impossible to realize if he had Miyuki lying underneath him, unraveling every part of himself and leaving it in Eijun’s care to be comforted and cherished.

Eijun smiled as he continued explaining himself, saying something that he thought could have convinced Miyuki to accept him entirely, “And that’s it. I just want to return the favor. Make you feel like how I felt then. Want you to let go of your inhibitions, so you have a proper rest before practicing tomorrow.”

If the mentions of Eijun’s pitching prowess rendered Miyuki speechless, then the elaboration of his resolve lit a spark in Miyuki’s eyes, as Miyuki looked at him the way one would look at new scenery. He was as awed as he was bewildered, even though he had a perfect understanding of the course of events that were going to happen.

Yet, at the same time, those words still did not move Miyuki enough to make him say anything that would have allowed Eijun to lay his hands on him.

(Though it’s true that it also meant that Miyuki hadn’t rejected his advances either.)

So he persevered as he proposed something that he knew Miyuki could never resist, "I don’t want to take back what I said before unless you said no. But if you still want this, please just relax, unwind, and let me handle this for you. I know you like it when I deliver. When I show my best.”

The suggestion to the raw feelings between them seemed to be what won over Miyuki, as he cocked his head to the side and intensified his gaze on Eijun before, at last, tempting and enticing him, “Oh? Then come to me with everything you can give.”

That was the trigger for Eijun to pull Miyuki to a bruising kiss and seize Miyuki’s mouth with his.

He started by giving harsh sucks on Miyuki’s lips, trying to devour him in one go. Expecting Miyuki to meet his pace, or at least to press against him in return.

For someone who had issued such a challenge to him, Miyuki was too impassive. He was merely kissing Eijun back. It was like he almost froze in his place as he savored the feeling and the moment in his mouth, with Eijun’s lips fitting perfectly between his, his hands framing his face firmly.

Though it also meant that Miyuki was following his movements well, receiving them, gradually melting on his touch. That Miyuki had increasingly become pliant for him. Who could complain when they had such a man giving in to them with ease?

Not Eijun.

No matter if it had taken him aback or if it seemed suspicious to him, he only had to adjust his course of actions to match Miyuki’s. So he pushed forward, holding Miyuki’s head still, sinking his teeth into Miyuki’s lower lip until Miyuki opened up and gave him a space to shove his tongue inside. On the slightest chance, he started to lick the roof of Miyuki’s mouth until Miyuki yielded to his wishes and interlaced themselves together in a deeper kiss.

He would end up taking in everything he could in one go, swallowing it with greed until he could no longer stand it without a heavy feeling in his chest.

However, he wouldn’t stop at just that. Not when it wouldn’t satisfy both of them.

So he left Miyuki’s side, but only to find a place more comfortable for him to stay still. He pulled out a chair from Miyuki’s desk and sat there, spinning it around so that he could look at Miyuki straight in the eye and order him with a stern voice, “Get down.”

Miyuki obeyed, dropped to his knees with his legs splayed, emphasizing his toned thighs, setting himself in a way that made Eijun leer on him. Regardless of Miyuki’s original intention, it was as if he would never waste the chance to seduce Eijun. As if he and his body only existed to be presented for Eijun like this.

No, Eijun reminded himself as he took a deep breath, It’s all about him, it’s all for his sake. It might seem like he was the one who dictated everything. Like he was only using Miyuki for his self-gratification as he dominated in every respect. When, in fact, at the heart of Eijun’s decision was an unselfish wish. To provide Miyuki with the outlet to let go of his worries. To release him from the hellbent focus that had consumed him as much as it helped him with their game.

With the glimpses of anticipation Miyuki’s eyes contained and the squirms of impatience he made below there, Eijun knew Miyuki would approve of this method, no matter how perverse and distorted it was.

Both of them could predict just where this would end: in bed, with Eijun taking Miyuki apart, making him forget everything else for the night so he could have a nice rest. However, since Miyuki’s peaks were always the highest when Eijun exceeded his expectations, there was a need for the element of surprise, for the sexual tension that they created and maintained, for the unexpected twists and turns that happened on their way to pleasure.

It occurred to Eijun that he was the one who must make another move, so he arched his back on the head of the chair. Patted his lap before he lowered his sweatpants, drawing attention to his throbbing cock.

The first thing Miyuki did as he raised his head was to lick the tip. It was just as he had envisioned.

He would have thought this was adorable any other day. The way Miyuki swirled his tongue down to the base of the flesh, trying to mess with him as he just took up the offer without any reservations. The hunger, the desperation, the things other people could never get from Miyuki even if they had such fantasies about him.

Instead, Eijun found it irritating. Wrong. It was nothing like what he had on his mind. Provoking Miyuki was a mistake.

It made Miyuki do too much when he shouldn’t have done anything at all. He should just sit back and watch as Eijun sets the right pace and decides everything for him; just stop thinking about anything else and focus solely on Eijun.

With a glowering look, he scowled at Miyuki, “Why are you the one teasing me here?”

For a moment, Miyuki purposefully stopped, but not without bothering him further, humming, “But you enjoy it anyway.” He blew a rush of hot air across Eijun’s length, emphasizing how Eijun had grown harder because of him before giving him more kitten licks.

“You’re not answering me. It’s not how this is supposed to be, Miyuki-senpai.” In between his ragged breaths, Eijun dragged his nails on the nape of Miyuki’s neck as he gave his warning, swearing as he looked at Miyuki’s way, “Shit, I said to leave it to me, not try me. Not even please me.”

Miyuki’s eyes widened at the statement.

“It’s unnecessary, you know, trying to please me,” he continued, tightening his grip on the smooth skin as he felt his bark was worse than his bite.

His words were harsh, but he meant to put Miyuki in his place.

Though, soon enough, he would have known that it was futile. Despite everything he had said and done, Miyuki still went back and forth on him, even when he took occasional breaks. Out of necessity, or perhaps out of the sheer tendency to cause agony.

So he decided to fight the urge to give in to Miyuki’s wicked tricks, persuading, “The sight I have of you is already pleasing me, but if you do aim to please, won’t it be better for you to do it just how I like it?” As he tried to propose his idea, “All of this for you. If you can be good, stay still and let me fuck your mouth first.” He ended it by stroking himself once, sliding his fingers on the shaft as slow as possible.

As Eijun finished taunting Miyuki, he let go of his hold and fixed his eyes at Miyuki once again.

Miyuki’s leaning on his lap, meeting him halfway, working wonders with his tongue. He’s not stopping, not heeding the caution, not even considering the chance Eijun had so generously given him.

Eijun asked himself, just what did Miyuki want from him?

It wasn’t rare for Miyuki to be mischievous, to play around before he flips a switch in himself and submits in its entirety. However, it seemed like it should have taken less for Miyuki to listen. That’s if he wanted to.

Even if there were to be resistance, Eijun wouldn’t fear it. He could always take matters into his hands.

What bothered him even more than that was even when he hadn’t been listening, even if he wouldn’t be listening at all, Miyuki would never make Eijun feel like every word he had said escaped him before. There was always an argument, a subtle change of behavior, anything that showed Eijun that his words had somehow reached Miyuki.

Perhaps it was because Miyuki had never wanted to talk back when he was doing unspeakable things with his mouth before, but still, this relative silence was strange and puzzling.

With neither a yes nor a no, moving forward would be unsettling, moving backward unfulfilling. Was Miyuki truly so tired, he no longer can catch what Eijun said to him? Or was he just faking ignorance to provoke Eijun to go rougher on him? Eijun must know, yet it would be impossible for him to get a proper answer if he was just watching and letting this continue against his will.

“Should I just do it by myself, then?” Another alert. Eijun’s running out of his patience. “Tell me if I need to stop.”

Miyuki answered with a faint nod, with a certain gleam filled with lust and anticipation in his gaze. It was clear enough that Miyuki was aware of what he was doing, that he did not mind leaving himself in Eijun’s hands. He was leading Eijun on because he wanted it just the same. The impulse, the eventual downfall, the things other people probably would never believe Eijun could bring to Miyuki even when he delivered.

No problem. Eijun could deal with it since no one could witness them like this. Him nudging Miyuki’s face with his cock before pushing himself into Miyuki’s open and inviting mouth. Though they could have caught a clue from the noises he made, the shifts of the seat in every thrust of his hips, calls of Miyuki’s name in every drag of his breath.

It’s as if Eijun had no tact, no care for what the other members would think if they could figure out what their ace and captain did behind closed doors.

Deep down, he acknowledged the danger that threatened both of them, refusing to subject Miyuki to a risk he was unprepared to take. Not the name-calling, though; Miyuki must have known he had it coming for him since he won’t be able to shut Eijun up like this.

However, Eijun still wholeheartedly believed that this would be worth it, as this would make it easier for him to set his claim and make his advances on Miyuki. To rile him up even more and see how far Miyuki could get lost in him. To suggest something new, something better, something hotter, because Eijun had started to feel like what he had wasn’t enough.

“So, what do you think about me pulling your hair?”

Miyuki groaned around the head, and though it went straight to his groin in the most literal sense, Eijun knew better than to interpret it as he desired.

As much as he liked how it felt—warm, tight, with a good rhythm from the vibration it brought—it wasn’t a pleasant sound coming from Miyuki. It didn’t have a nice ring on his ears. Even when it’s constricted, Eijun could tell it was the exact tone Miyuki used when he heard yet another nonsensical idea that Eijun somehow thought up. If he could say a thing, he would have called Eijun out on his bullshit already.

That was fair. Eijun wasn't going to do anything Miyuki couldn’t take. There's no point in stepping too far when they have just begun. It's only going to work against both of them if Eijun had caused more harm than good. If Miyuki tensed beneath him, distressed from the things that should have satisfied him.

“Alright, cap—ah—captain. Don’t want you to look too fucked out, do we?”

His voice was low, his chuckle was dark, and his grunts were loud, drawn by the tempo he set by himself. He couldn’t even fake some sympathy, not that Miyuki needed it from him in this state. He did care about Miyuki’s feelings on hair pulling, acknowledged that as a limit, but that’s as far as it went.

There’s no way Eijun would spare his mind on how Miyuki would look like after this, when he’s too busy bucking his hips in and out, as fast as he could while he’s making sure he’s not going to fall from his place, using force to encourage Miyuki to swallow more of his cock each time. It was quite the opposite: he wanted Miyuki to carry a reminder of their night with him, no matter how subtle it might be, no matter if it was just their dirty little secret. If possible, it should have lasted until their next match so that Miyuki would recall that they’re playing together in more ways than one.

At the moment, though, there was nothing left behind. What Miyuki went through was nothing for him.

It wasn’t because Miyuki didn't enjoy this as much as Eijun did.

His muffled moans were a silent melody, progressing towards the direction of satisfaction, and it was enough of a sign for Eijun to know that Miyuki’s into this. It was how Miyuki still found himself striving to part them any further when it wasn’t anywhere near his limit. His trembling lips were smooth like velvet, providing a supple sensation as they covered most parts of Eijun's length, but Eijun had tasted things more exquisite than this coming from Miyuki, and he cannot be contented by what he had at the moment.

That was obvious. There’s no other reason. Miyuki would never give up his self-control so early over something like this. He would never break from just this.

“Fuck, that’s hot. But you can do more with that mouth of yours, don’t you, senpai?”

Eijun might have asked that with the most condescending tone possible, might have pushed more buttons than he should have as Miyuki moved forward to take him deeper in his mouth, struggling against his continuous thrusts.

Still, there was the innate instinct to provide comfort as compensation, so he stroked Miyuki's chiseled jawline, touched his hollowing cheeks before his hand went all the way to the top of Miyuki’s head. Once his fingers landed there, he played with the strayed strands of Miyuki's hair, ruffling it around. It was already a mess from their fight, lacking proper grooming and combing, and it would be even worse by the end of the night, but it didn’t stop Eijun from admiring just how soft the brown hair felt within his fingertips.

What a contradiction it was from his own words, from the rest of the scene. With Miyuki going down on him, kneeling under his feet. Looking up at Eijun from behind his square-framed glasses with hazing eyes as he’s trying his best to get a hold of himself. Placing his hands on the cold floor like the pressure would keep him from being carried away, swept away by Eijun's actions—though, at least, it would prevent Miyuki from shaking more than necessary.

Eijun kept reminding himself that he shouldn’t think of anything else but the pleasure Miyuki’s giving him if he expected the same thing in return. He only needed to make sure he would stop if Miyuki were as much as flinching away from him so that he wouldn’t cross the line.

Yet, he couldn’t look at Miyuki without remembering how they worked together on the diamond just hours ago.

Miyuki, lowering himself on the ground again. Having Eijun towering above him, though everyone knew Miyuki would still be taller when he stood up. Miyuki, waiting for Eijun to give him his best. Miyuki, being in the place he needed to be. It was just as exciting, just as intense as their games, and Eijun wished Miyuki could understand it by himself. Except that it would have been impossible when he’s not the one who’s commanding with the calls he made.

After all, the bedroom was a whole different scene where Eijun could and would take over with the intimacy he created between them, a situation where he could realize his wildest dreams.

Even now, he already had some devious ideas running through his mind. Assault Miyuki’s mouth, hit the back of his throat until he’s close, ruin his pretty face, come all over it once it’s time. And don’t even get him started on how he would like to destroy Miyuki’s composure. Fuck Miyuki on every corner of this room, grab every inch of his skin, finish inside him, repeat it until he’s all spent.

However, being in control didn’t always mean Eijun could do whatever he pleased.

Sometimes, it also meant that he should stop at the right time and lead Miyuki to both relief and torture. Give Miyuki some room to breathe, to prepare himself to brace anything that would come next. But not without making him feel empty, making him long for something to fill the void from the loss until Eijun indulges him with everything he needs and more.

"I'll spare you in case you need your voice to shout," Eijun said as he pulled out, letting a trail of spit and precum slide between his skin and Miyuki’s lips.

It was a crude way to put it, but his concern was genuine. They’re going to play an important match in two days, and before Miyuki was Eijun’s for the taking, he was their team's captain.

Miyuki wasn’t a vocal leader, preferring to set an example for others through his actions rather than to address them through words most of the time. Yet, if he found himself needing to ignite their spirit through rousing speeches and piercing roars during an appropriate occasion, then Eijun had no right to rob Miyuki’s voice of its power. If he found himself needing to beat his opponent with overwhelming strength, then Eijun should make sure he wouldn't tire Miyuki’s body with his own doing.

Being here meant he should take care of Miyuki. Make him feel good enough to take his mind off the things that had bothered him. He should not burden him any further.

Miyuki would appreciate that. He would relish in his freedom, inhaling as much air as he could before he retorted, "Hah—how kind of you. Should I be flattered?" With his voice rasped, with his ripe mouth tainted by the mix of fluids that lingered there.

Except, that wasn’t the compliment Eijun was looking for—though, at this rate, it won’t be a surprise if he wouldn’t be getting any more of it.

Compliments weren’t supposed to sound that sarcastic. They also weren’t supposed to be only said when someone wants to make amends. Still, it did not stop Eijun from finding the whole thing with Miyuki a little bit erotic.

It must have been the red painting his face, the filth dripping with his every word. The proof that Miyuki had acquired the taste of the adrenaline rush, the thrill that the whole ordeal had brought Eijun, right on the tip of his tongue. They hadn’t done much, so he’s still not disheveled, not yet, but it’s a beautiful look that suited Miyuki well.

So much that he wanted to make it even better, wanted to see heaven with his own eyes when he brought Miyuki there by his own doing.

“But, if you need to warm up, then you can try screaming my name anytime tonight,” Eijun stated, topped it off with a smirk as he was fixing his pants.

That prompted Miyuki to stand up from his place, wipe the dirty liquid off his mouth with the back of his palm, and confront Eijun, "If you're so concerned about me and my well-being, don't you think you should have told me to shut up instead?"

"Does that mean you want me to shut you up? Or to make sure you stay quiet so I won’t punish you?” Eijun suggested, trying to devise a more advanced plan to subdue Miyuki as he rose in return.

“No one’s saying that to you, Sawamura, don’t get too arrogant.” For a moment, Miyuki glared at him, imposing a threat that fell flat. As if he knew that Eijun could have said something that spelled danger to him if he opened his mouth first, quick enough, Miyuki added, "On a second thought, I have to admit that's a tempting idea."

Walking closer towards Miyuki, Eijun whispered in his ear, "Irresistible, right? Too bad, we know that's not the point of this whole thing." Pulling Miyuki until they’re chest-to-chest with each other, keeping him there with an arm around his back, Eijun swept a line of kisses from under Miyuki's ear to the small of his neck. He’s getting softer and gentler with each brush of his lips. Leaning his head on Miyuki's shoulder, he continued, "We can try that another time, just not now. For now, I want you to let out your feelings, your thoughts. Let out everything that bothered you. How are you going to do that if you want to stay quiet, Miyuki-senpai?"

"I'm not loud. That’s you."

"Lies. If you’re not loud, you won't talk back to me. You’ll just whine every time I touch you like this."

Eijun inched his hands lower, down the side of Miyuki’s spine, until he reached the dip of his waist. He worshipped Miyuki’s curves, paying attention to where they narrowed in the middle. He persisted with his touches until he heard Miyuki’s breath hitch—higher, harder—until he felt how Miyuki's figure shook slightly against his own. One of Miyuki’s lethal flaws that he had taken advantage of so well.

With his right hand resting on Miyuki’s wide hip, Eijun glanced above like he was going in for another kiss, but he did nothing more.

It was almost like the view was enough for him to take in.

Or not, since he found that Miyuki was biting his bottom lip, suppressing the sounds that Eijun sought out from him the most, once again refusing to do as he’s told. No wonder it had become a bit too quiet for Eijun's liking.

"You're not even going to react?” Eijun questioned while he tried prying Miyuki’s mouth with his index finger. Realizing what he had done was to no avail, he feathered a caress across Miyuki’s pursed lips before he added, “Don't lie to your body. It’s alright if you let it out, even now. I know you're going to moan for me once I get inside you."

Miyuki only opened up to deliver a comeback, "I didn't say anything about being easy either." He was clear and bitter, though not as sharp as before since he had started struggling to keep his calm with what Eijun did to him.

Eijun was no longer sticking to Miyuki, denying the delicious friction that made him shiver earlier. For a change, he’s sliding a hand inside Miyuki’s shirt.

“You’re quite the opposite of easy. You’re too headstrong. You’re feisty,” Eijun spelled it out, telling the truth with no malicious intent as he brushed over the taut muscles of Miyuki’s stomach. "Don’t mind it, that's not a problem for me. Because I like how that makes everything, every effort I need to put, more worth it once you finally give in.” He smiled as he glossed over it, demanding, or rather, holding out a promise of immense pleasure as he followed the deep cuts of Miyuki’s abs. He traced up to the broad spread of Miyuki’s pecs, bringing both of his hands to grasp them, kneading them before he flicked his fingers on the pert nipples.

“Sawamura.”

A mutter of his name. Even though it was soft, it was audible. Just like that, Eijun pulled a gasp from Miyuki’s mouth. Marveling how a small gesture could affect Miyuki, he circled the budding nubs a few times with his thumb, drawing more and more sighs of desire until he could hear a string of profanities coming from Miyuki.

“The hell you’re doing? Goddamnit—your hands—so—”

It might sound like Miyuki was cursing Eijun and his doings, loathing the sensation that ran all over him. It was the way his head tilted, the way his lips parted as each syllable rolled down from his tongue, the way his arms found purchase in Eijun's back that implied otherwise.

I should have done this more if Miyuki liked it that much, Eijun mused.

However, he had no intention to test his guesses tonight. For better or for worse, he didn’t want to experiment and risk failure.

Thus, he let go, once again leaving Miyuki deprived of the touch.

Hanging and disappointed, it seemed. So disappointed, Miyuki started wearing a pout on his face, started keeping his eyes on Eijun’s back as it grew smaller and smaller in Miyuki’s line of sight.

“Aw, you’re crying over the loss now?” Eijun said as he turned his head, meeting that gaze from the other side of the room. Issuing a challenge full of determination, he had once again become a flame that could engulf anyone within its vicinity. “You want something more, right? I’ll give it to you," he offered as he raised one arm, beckoning with his palm. "Just come over here," he uttered an encouragement as he started climbing up to the bed—Miyuki’s bed. A statement of invitation, as if Eijun wasn’t the one who started things by approaching like a storm that would crash against anything it encountered on its course.

Anything, including Miyuki, but only if he allowed that to happen.

Eijun knew Miyuki was always strong enough to resist his persuasion, firm enough to raise his objection. He would never hesitate to point out what felt wrong, what he didn’t ask for, rather than telling Eijun what he liked and wanted in exact terms.

Even as Eijun stared at him with intent, Miyuki didn’t falter. He still showed his dissatisfaction, mouthing, “Why would I be crying?” as he tried to return Eijun’s glance with the same intensity.

Or at least he tried since that act did not last long. Miyuki ended up holding his head down for a moment until his eyes started wandering through the empty spaces of his room. He spaced out as he tried to avoid saying anything. As if he tried to avoid being watched, scrutinized, stripped down to the core though Eijun hadn’t removed any article of his clothing.

It was no surprise. Miyuki might have faced Eijun right where he stood, but they’re not in the middle of a game where he would be the best at verbalizing and expressing his wishes. It must have been too much for him to handle, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to reject it either.

Perhaps, all Miyuki needed was some time.

He was right. When Miyuki followed in his footsteps, coming into the same bed, crawling to him until they were inches away from each other, it could only mean that it was not a rejection. When Miyuki willingly sat beside him, it could only mean that Miyuki had let him take things even further.

“Alright, let’s begin.”

Eijun sneaked a quick kiss on Miyuki’s lips, pouring an overwhelming amount of passion within the few seconds it lasted. Once he released the kiss, he placed his hand on Miyuki's back, asserting dominance with the simple motion. After he felt that Miyuki had become more relaxed, he pushed Miyuki down to the mattress. Strong enough so that Miyuki would have to struggle against him if he wanted to escape, but not too hard so that Miyuki wouldn’t break his glasses as he planted his face in the pillow.

Not that Miyuki would have needed them any longer if he didn’t plan to look at Eijun at all during sex.

“Will this be good? Doing it from behind?” Eijun asked, shifting himself closer. Even though it’s not an unusual position for them, he still wanted to make sure that he could adjust if it were to change.

“Yeah,” Miyuki hummed, rubbing his head without lifting it from the pillow. Not even sparing any more attention to Eijun, but it was the least of his concerns. What mattered the most for Eijun was that he did things right. He’s doing things Miyuki likes.

Still, once he moved to take off Miyuki’s glasses with his other hand, his fingers lingered on Miyuki’s temple. He stopped and waited for any last doubts or second guesses before he discarded the pair. Before he left Miyuki’s side for a while to put the glasses on the table, grabbing the lube that Miyuki had cleverly hid among all sorts of stuff.

Eijun took a deep breath as he came back, as he returned his sole attention to Miyuki, to the needs he had to attend on. He admired the view he had of Miyuki’s back before he pressed Miyuki against the bed, just a bit harder than last time.

There’s a lot of things Eijun would have missed out on without the expressions Miyuki made, without the reactions Miyuki would give out once he received more touches than he already did. It’s even worse when Eijun had longed to see every side of Miyuki that he hid beneath layers of walls he built for self-protection, had wanted Miyuki to entrust him with secrets kept away from the rest of the world.

However, since he must be gentle and careful this time, it would be fair enough. He won’t be able to do that with the sight of Miyuki coming apart right in front of him. If he were to witness Miyuki’s face flushing as he’s fucked, those eyes fluttering as they turned half-lidded, those lips quivering as they gaped open, all because of him, all for him, he would be defeated. He would be seduced, driven wild. So wild that he would have destroyed Miyuki with his own two hands in the most delightful way.

It would be wrong for Eijun to say he would never wish that upon Miyuki, but at the moment, putting Miyuki through that would be unnecessary. Having Miyuki below him was enough. Listening to the sweet sounds of pleasure Miyuki would have let on later would have been more than enough to make up for his loss.

Yet, since Miyuki was still as silent as he could be, Eijun should snap out of his thoughts and start working for it.

So he wasted no more time and started running his hands to Miyuki’s lower back, relieving the tensions on the toned muscles as he rubbed down on them. His movements were soft and slight, more of a tease than a proper massage, as he’s going to work Miyuki's body up later on.

Still, the sensation was enough for Miyuki to let out his voice once again, "Sawa—"

"Right here, right now, it's Eijun for you," he interrupted, reminding Miyuki as he went even lower, cupping the globe of Miyuki's ass, squeezing them tight enough to make Miyuki squirm. He had promised himself not to demand too much from Miyuki. He’s just never fond of Miyuki addressing him like he’s just another teammate when he’s the only one who could get this close to Miyuki, arousing him, giving him everything.

"Ei," Miyuki tested the first part of the name as if it was a new word he had never said before. "Eijun." He stifled as he tried getting it past his lips in its entirety.

It could have been better if Miyuki said it with more familiarity, but Eijun did not mind. For, at least, Miyuki had obliged, remembered, just how he liked it.

He maintained both his sight and his grip on Miyuki's behind, consistent and unchanging. He meant to be patient. To look for a sign from Miyuki before he could continue, to hear out how Miyuki would want to be treated and cherished instead of just deciding things by himself; first and foremost, to not be selfish.

Too bad, it might have turned out to be disheartening instead. Since Miyuki had started sinking himself deeper into the mattress, gritting his teeth and sulking from the frustration, feeling abandoned by the apparent lack of response.

Just when Miyuki unclenched his mouth to say something, Eijun questioned him, “Still want me to do anything?” grinning as he proceeded to press a finger in between Miyuki’s clothed cheeks.

"Yes," Miyuki said, with his voice dropping lower, never failing to tempt him.

Of course, he did. Or else, Eijun wouldn’t be the one taking the initiative. He wouldn’t be messing with Miyuki if it was against his will. He wouldn’t end up like this, sliding his finger just above Miyuki's hole, stepping back and releasing it only to charge forward so he could grind his erect cock against Miyuki’s ass.

Though it was still within the confines of their pants, Eijun knew just how sensitive it could be for both of them.

Soon enough, they started catching their breaths, the slightest of moans clashing with each other, following the rhythm of his thrusts.

What was slight for Eijun was loud enough to echo across the room, a bold display of lust and desire, typical from someone so expressive. That’s when he was still restraining himself so that he wouldn’t sound too overly enthusiastic. However, even though what was slight for Miyuki was incoherent, barely above a whisper, it was clear that Miyuki was showing him the signs of weakness he would never reveal anywhere else.

Miyuki’s taking his breaths like he was struggling. Like it was too tiring for him to form a proper sentence instead of panting and whimpering.

He almost felt bad for Miyuki, but he did nothing about it since he knew this wasn’t beyond Miyuki’s ability. It didn’t matter if the subtle gestures Miyuki gave could have suggested otherwise. Miyuki’s doing great; he could handle this just well. He knew better about himself and his limits.

“Stop teasing.”

Miyuki Kazuya would plead with him to stop if it ever gets too much for him. He would make such a cute voice, only to ask Eijun to tone things down, and Eijun would be stilling himself in return. It was almost as if it was a certainty—as if Eijun had been waiting for it to happen.

"Then, Kazuya-san, what should I do?" he inquired, using the endearment to get Miyuki to open up even more. He knew that if Miyuki were to have enough conscience to be bothered by his words, he would have called it foul play, but it should have been fair when he had done nothing but listen to his captain so well today. He even stopped rutting on Miyuki, just like how Miyuki wanted him to do, even when he’s craving for that contact so much.

He even cared enough to elaborate what he meant once again, "Do you want me to dick you down already?"

"Not now," Miyuki replied, more of a growl than a proper answer.

Impossible. No doubt, even if Eijun never said a word, he would have known that it would take a more thorough preparation before Miyuki would have allowed him inside. Except that being right was never the point here. His only aim was for Miyuki to be more honest, both with him and within himself.

“Use your words, Kazuya,” Eijun commanded with a chilling sense of serenity in his voice, one that he found it hard to believe by himself. He had expected himself to sound desperate or even imposing, but he managed to retain his composure here, and he liked that.

He liked knowing just what he could do to Miyuki.

“Take it off." Miyuki tugged on his sweats, hinted at what he would like Eijun to do next.

Content with what he heard, with Miyuki’s honesty, Eijun complied, sliding off the fabric from Miyuki’s legs. He rewarded Miyuki with a stroke on his inner thigh and took off Miyuki’s boyshorts.

Miyuki hadn't instructed him to do anything further yet. He’s just moaning in approval from the touch on the expanse of skin.

However, Eijun couldn’t wait any longer. So he ran his fingers on top of Miyuki’s ass, meticulously traced the firm flesh, and softly brushed against the opening, suggesting that he was going to prod deeper later. Still, he was just playing around, not going to dig in before Miyuki gave him the call he needed.

“Not going to stretch me yet?” Miyuki urged him between breathy gasps, twitching and tensing from the ever too slight contact.

“Well, now you’re getting eager, aren’t you?” he retorted.

"You're the one telling me to use my words. I'm just doing as you say."

He did not entertain that statement. Instead, he let go of Miyuki for a moment, leaving him wanting for a while.

It’s not just because he was pissed off or because he wanted to chastise Miyuki for his cheeky remark. If anything, it's because he wanted to prepare some things in advance.

He grabbed the lube and poured it over his palm, warmed it on his fingers before he, at last, pressed his slicked middle finger inside of Miyuki. As he had refrained from fingering or fucking Miyuki for a few days before the match, he started with a knuckle, only pushing further after he had felt that Miyuki was getting used to the intrusion.

Even with Miyuki wincing beneath him, it was a smooth entrance with no trouble caused.

At first, Eijun thought that it was because Miyuki might have touched himself to make up for his deprived need. Yet, even if Miyuki did, he sure hadn’t done it thoroughly. Miyuki wasn't that wet or loose yet, Eijun reckoned, which explained why Miyuki asked him for the favor in the first place. So he pulled his digit out only to add another one, increasing his pace as he spread his fingers further apart.

"Eijun," Miyuki cried his name out in such an obscene way as he curved his back towards Eijun. Only to whisper, “More,” as his inner muscles gripped around Eijun’s fingers.

Seeing that Miyuki had derived some pleasure from his act, that he would be ready for more, Eijun inserted a third finger and started thrusting all of them in and out. He moved faster and went further each time as he tried to reach Miyuki’s sweet spot, delivering what Miyuki had wished. Once he struck the bundle of nerves, once Miyuki’s screaming, shuddering under his fingertips and rolling his hips, Eijun applied more and more force into his touch until he felt that it was more than enough.

He withdrew before Miyuki could even get close to his peak. Couldn’t have Miyuki coming with just his fingers tonight; it won’t be enough, and he wouldn’t have the heart to put Miyuki through another round and give him another wave of sensation, not after such a tiring day. He’d save it for the last, make the orgasm as intense as it could be for Miyuki.

For now, Eijun would fuel Miyuki's thirst as he shifted a few steps away to shed his clothes off. He would make Miyuki feel the pain of not having him inside. He would make Miyuki beg for him, he thought, as he whipped out his cock.

Yet, the only things that came out from Miyuki's lips as he impatiently swayed his body against the bed were the incoherent sentences that he formed from his uneven rush of breath.

That’s until Eijun took out a condom from his pocket and struggled to open it with his slippery hands. He had brought it to his mouth, so close to biting to rip it off, when Miyuki gave him a sensual gaze through his shoulder as he told him, “I don't care about that, just get this over with and do it already.”

Miyuki Kazuya wanted it raw.

He let the underlying meaning of Miyuki’s words sink in. It thrilled him. It made him want to jump on Miyuki and fuck him until he could remember nothing else but his name. It caught him off guard, to the point that he had let the wrapper escape his hands, cast away somewhere he couldn't see.

However, his remaining common sense and conscience brought him to ask first before he could do anything. “Are you sure about that, Kazuya-san? Do you know what that means for you?"

“Yes, of course, it’s okay with me, Eijun, just fuck me raw.”

God. Eijun could never refuse Miyuki when he's like this. Letting himself fall apart and laying himself bare. Pleading with him so nicely, so clearly, for what he wanted and deserved.

Once again, he brought his hand to pin Miyuki down the sheets as he climbed up Miyuki's back, trapping Miyuki between his weight and the mattress. He glided his cock in between Miyuki’s asscheeks, rubbing the head there, teasing for a while before he pushed into Miyuki’s warm hole.

Miyuki clenched tight around Eijun while he struggled to cave in, giving him a taste of the things to come. Luscious and intoxicating as he was, Miyuki's firing him up, compelling him to use more of his power so he could feel more of the heat surrounding him—so that he could make Miyuki feel good in return, just as promised. Yet, at this point, if he went all the way when Miyuki’s still a bit too tense, he would have forced Miyuki, subjecting him to more than what he could take.

“Relax. You wanted this, right?” Eijun encouraged Miyuki, soothed him with the softening touch on his shoulder blade. "It's going to be easier for you if you relax. It's going to feel good soon."

“I do. It’s just that, ah—" Miyuki stopped to inhale as he tried to answer, “It’s a lot for me to take.”

"You can do this. You can take more than this.”

Upon Eijun’s words, Miyuki opened up, just enough to engulf him deeper.

“That’s it, Kazuya, ngh, taking it so well already,” he praised Miyuki for his obedience, caressing down to Miyuki’s exposed waist with his empty hand as he held Miyuki down with the other. He made use of the momentum he had earned to voice his demand, to ask for permission, “But I still want something more. I’m sure that you would have needed more, too, right? Can we continue?”

“You don’t even need to ask, Ei—fuck, just go ahead."

Miyuki might have lost himself to the passion that consumed him, as he choked on his breath trying to tell Eijun to move forward, as he spread his legs to give him the way. That was obvious; you would never have seen Miyuki in this state anywhere else, for anyone else.

What was less obvious but still strikingly real was that Miyuki, with his actions, also had Eijun undone.

With his frank confession, Miyuki had invited Eijun to indulge in his body even more, and it had riled Eijun up. It awakened a primal instinct within him that drove him to the brink of insanity. It made him abandon any reason as he snapped his hips, tightened his grasp, and pistoned himself inside Miyuki. Delving in as much as he could before retracting for a while, only to repeat it as he slammed back in with increased pace in each thrust.

“Eijun. Eijun. Not so fast, please."

Miyuki had to whimper out and call out his name for Eijun to remember why he was here again in the first place. He's not here to use Miyuki for his self-satisfaction or to bring Miyuki to his ruin. He’s here to do Miyuki well, to listen to Miyuki’s wishes, to pleasure him.

So Eijun complied, moving as slow as he could without stopping. Just sheathing himself in Miyuki without using more force, relishing in the warmth of Miyuki’s walls that swallowed him whole, drawing out the stimulation for as long as he could—if all night was what they needed, he’s going to make sure he’d be there for that long. Miyuki didn't ask him to handle him with more care, so his grip on Miyuki's waist was still bruising, but other than that, he's doing it very gently.

It should have been ideal, being taken care of and loved instead of only being used to satiate his endless appetite. Especially when they still had to attend practice the next day. However, Miyuki begged to differ, as he groaned in between his sighs, "Is this some kind of torture?"

Eijun realized that Miyuki would have preferred things to be at least a little bit rougher and laughed. "Well, sorry if it seems like that to you,” he said while he lowered one of his hands and groped Miyuki’s ass, offering some consolation for the lack of affection. “I never meant it like that, Kazuya-san. Remember that you said not to go fast? I’m just giving it to you.”

"Don't apologize, ah, just do something about it now."

Without being able to argue against Eijun’s point, Miyuki resorted to his taunts again. Arching his back to match Eijun's movements, clawing the sheets to keep himself still and to let Eijun know that he liked it, moaning in approval each time it escalated in the right direction. It’s like every single shift of his body was made to incite a reaction from Eijun.

“Is this alright? Am I doing good? I’m doing good, right?”

Once Eijun felt that he was going to rush himself, he glanced up for a moment to check on Miyuki. He paid attention to the rise and fall of Miyuki’s curves, to the rhythm of Miyuki's breathing, and he liked just how everything seemed to fall into place.

Such a beautiful scene made just for him. Eijun couldn't believe his luck.

Except that it’s not mere luck; the fact that Miyuki desired him as much as he did could have been his luck, but the rest was a result of the hard work he had poured into the man he adored.

"Mmh, yeah, this is good," Miyuki hummed against his pillow. "But, damn, Eijun, can you go harder than this?" His hum turned into a rant, filled with need and lust. "Please. I want to feel more of this. I need more of this. Don’t stop until I come."

The same kind of thoughts had crossed Eijun's mind a few times; that he had been holding himself back, he hadn’t given his all to Miyuki. That he’d like to go harder, but he couldn’t do it then, all because he believed that he must be cautious when it comes to Miyuki during the days leading to the final match. However, if Miyuki had let him, trusted him enough to do more, he’s going to make the most of this chance.

"You better get ready, Kazuya-san."

"I am more than ready."

He steadied his hold on Miyuki’s hips and angled his cock, getting closer to hitting Miyuki’s insides with each strike.

Miyuki was perfect, him being stretched tight around Eijun, his hole quivering as Eijun pressed his tip against his sweet spot, his mouth reciting swear words as Eijun rammed himself deeper. The flames of desire seemed to have melted Miyuki down into submission, only growing higher and higher around them as they gravitated towards each other, as their skins slapped against each other.

Eijun growled at Miyuki as he leaned in further. He moved down his hands to stroke both Miyuki’s ass and thigh again, intensifying the sensation that Miyuki would receive from him, with the determination of bringing Miyuki to near climax.

Here, from behind, he couldn't see how Miyuki was leaking and aching, but the way Miyuki trembled under him was enough to tell him that the hunger and the want had taken over Miyuki.

"Eijun. Eijun. Ei. Jun—"

It turns out that Miyuki was way more affected than Eijun thought he would be, as his moans started getting louder, as his lips were pronouncing Eijun’s name with reverence. It was even more conspicuous when Miyuki had resorted to lavishing him with a compliment, one that he had always craved but never considered would ever come at a time like this,

"—you're such a good boy."

It wasn't the first time Miyuki had sung any kind of praise to him, not even on this day alone—it might be a rare occasion, but it wasn’t so rare that it was unheard of, not at times like this when he had performed so well. Still, it was special. It was unlike every other word of affirmation he had received earlier tonight. He didn't find himself doubting Miyuki's sincerity in it, wanting to get mad at Miyuki for it, or wanting to leave because of it.

If anything, he's taking it very well as he held Miyuki close and dear. It resonated within him, etched a deep mark in him, spurred a sense of pride that swelled his heart, ignited an urge that compelled him to bring both of them to completion.

You might have expected that meant he would have let himself so loose, let Miyuki's high thoughts about him get into his head and have it all his way. However, flashes of the last time he entered this room, when he shouted at Miyuki and ran away, showed up in his mind. The way it might look like he’s lashing out back then haunted him with unease and embarrassment, so he decided that he'd like to continue being good tonight.

Eijun knew that he could play foul, that he could be a little mischievous, and still be good while at it. They could release their pent-up frustration in the air, but they would never leave without making peace with each other in the middle of the love they made.

He reciprocated, brushed his palm against Miyuki's bronze skin, licked the shell of Miyuki's ear as he crooned, "You're the one being so good for me here, Kazuya-san." He gave it a playful nip before he continued lathering Miyuki with sweet, dirty talk, "God, you should look at yourself. Swallowing me completely, saying my name, and giving yourself to me. That’s so good of you."

It must have taken Miyuki aback since he had no answer other than his incoherent wails and the impertinent wish he dropped in between, “Ah, since I’ve been good, can you, fuck—”

“What can I do for you?” Again, he coaxed out words from Miyuki’s mouth, waiting to hear out what kind of prize Miyuki wanted from him.

"Touch me,” Miyuki pleaded, even when there was no distance between their bodies, even when there was so much friction between them.

It sounded like nonsense when Eijun still had his hands roam around Miyuki's waist. When Miyuki still managed to swivel his hips to meet Eijun's thrusts. However, from the way Miyuki ground himself against the sheets, it should have been clear that despite all the tides of pleasure that coursed through his blood, Miyuki was still searching for something more.

Miyuki had become a little bit too greedy for his good, and that wasn’t going to do any favor for him. If he were to have all his whims fulfilled, the greed could have devoured him; it could have overwhelmed him, exerted him to the point of fatigue.

Guess it’s time for Eijun to remind Miyuki for his own sake, even if he wouldn’t do it nicely. Not that it mattered, though, since Miyuki wouldn't mind him being mean for all the right reasons.

"But I'm already touching you so much, though?" he said, almost shouting, dragging his fingers through Miyuki’s inner thigh, emphasizing his point as he started carving angry red marks with his nails. The questions that came out from his lips, on the other side, were as gentle and attentive as they were straightforward, "Does this not count? Is this not enough? Or should I stop?"

“It's not like that. Ah, I did say don’t stop, didn’t I, Eijun?”

Without any hesitation, Miyuki retaliated. Eager to prove just how sure he was of himself, he lifted himself off the bed with his arms so that now he was sitting with his legs open and his back still facing Eijun. He persuaded Eijun with a raw, mellow voice, "You know what I mean, anyway, so, please." He yielded, exposing the most vulnerable parts of himself, shaking and close to crying as he repeated his point, "Ei, fuck. Please. I'm so close. Just touch me."

Yet, even when dazed by the pleasure, even when he let his body be seized completely, in Eijun's eyes, Miyuki was nothing but headstrong. Showing just how much he wanted what Eijun had denied from him, how much he deserved it; that was a strength beyond words itself.

“Alright, alright, Kazuya, me too,” Eijun assured as he let go of his hand that was clawing on Miyuki's thigh earlier. He moved it up to wrap his palm around Miyuki's erection, circling it with the warmth of his calloused hand. Since he was still buried deep inside Miyuki, he pounded harder into him, aiming right at Miyuki’s sensitive spot as he purposefully asked, “Can I come inside you, please?”

The truth was that if Eijun still could hold back, then it meant he wasn't that close yet. Still, he felt like it would be better to warn Miyuki about it before it would have been too late. Because it would have been too much for Miyuki when he's so overwhelmed, surrounded by all kinds of sensations that Eijun could offer to him.

"No, don't, just—"

Miyuki’s breath was heaving, his heart was racing, and his back was convulsing against Eijun's chest. It was clear to him that it took all of Miyuki to tell him to focus on what he was doing at the moment first. Just touch me, just make me come already. It's getting too much for me, and I don’t think I can take anything more than that. It would have been beyond me if I let you come inside. Or if you make me come untouched. As unspoken as it was, he understood that from Miyuki so well.

So he slid his hands up and down Miyuki’s length, flicking the tip with his fingers at the same time. Once, twice, and Miyuki exploded right there, shuddering around him. Together, they were gasping for air as Miyuki started spilling hot white streaks of cum onto his fist.

Knowing that both of them were almost at their limit, Eijun no longer teased with his strokes and movements or thrust into the tightness that enveloped him. Instead, while being otherwise very still, he pushed Miyuki forward with his words, "That's right, Kazuya-san, just let it all out. Oh, shit, yes. Come for me.”

Eijun let Miyuki’s release drench his hands as he made sure that he had milked Miyuki to completion. He took a towel that was hung nearby and cleaned both of them up. Only after then did he shift to pull out his cock from Miyuki.

He went out slowly and carefully, not wanting to apply too much pressure, but also reluctant, not willing to leave too soon. However, he knew that it was time for him to pursue pleasure without solely relying on Miyuki. That was what brought him to rub himself against Miyuki's spine and drag his length along Miyuki's back until he reached his peak, screaming, “Kazuya-san, Kazuya, ah!” as he spurted his seeds across Miyuki’s naked skin.

Once he was down from his high, Eijun rushed to wipe the remaining mess from Miyuki’s body before he encouraged Miyuki to turn around and rest himself.

With it came the sight of Miyuki’s face. Of his hair fallen in an unkempt manner as he threw his head back on the pillow, and his eyes glazed with unshed tears as they opened up to glance at Eijun. Of his cheeks stained with an uncontrollable blush that bloomed up to the tip of his ears, and his mouth parted with unsaid curses that he could have let out once he regained his composure later. He was tired out, not to the point of exhaustion but certainly less energetic than before. Yet, it was breathtaking how he was blissed out by the pleasure, laid bare on his back in every sense of the word, so much that Eijun might just have caught glimpses of his worst weaknesses in one go.

So much so that he felt like he had to offer his apology, "Um, Kazuya—Miyuki-senpai, sorry. Are you feeling alright now? No longer frustrated? Or did I happen to hurt you instead?"

"It hurts, goddamnit." Miyuki winced, but Eijun bet he only took the chance to jab at him. He sighed before he continued, "But it's just the right kind of pain. Don’t mind me, Sawamura. I’m not that fragile. I’ve survived worse and still caught for you on the next practice. I will be doing just as well as usual tomorrow."

That was talkative for Miyuki. Even if he tried his best to conceal it with his complaints, even if he dodged the subject of his feelings, it was clear that Miyuki was feeling amazing, and Eijun couldn’t help but smile at that admission. He also couldn’t help but want to shower Mìyuki with more affection.

Thus, in a tender voice, he spoke, “You know, I kinda want to kiss you right now."

He made his approach, but he waited for Miyuki to show him that he wanted the same. Upon the slightest nod of Miyuki's head, he did just that: giving Miyuki the softest pecks that he could have given across his face, landing on Miyuki's temple first, then going down to follow his jawline. Stopping before he would be nuzzling Miyuki's neck, he moved back to take turns on both of his cheeks.

Eijun was going to reach for Miyuki's lips when he heard him mutter, "Sawamura, it's not like I am looking down on your effort. But, if anything, I thought you're the one who's frustrated here."

It might have annoyed him in the slightest how Miyuki saw through him, even when he wasn’t hiding anything with his aggressive behavior towards him either. However, it also meant that Miyuki cared enough about him to notice.

So he chose to laugh it off instead as he admitted, “Well, maybe I am.” Not wanting Miyuki to just get away with catching him red-handed, soon enough, he added in a lower tone, "Even back then during the game, when you all haven't scored, I keep thinking of pulling you to the back of the dugout. Cornering you and asking you, just do something," he went on and on with his stray thought, defined it in a more outspoken manner than before, "Even if you were to praise me then, I probably would have still insisted, 'If you seriously want to thank me, then do something.'"

"Oh? So you were sexually frustrated, after all! No wonder you're coming back just for a fuck," Miyuki told Eijun off as he playfully shoved his chest. Picking a fight with Eijun over it, even though he couldn’t use his full power to attack. Still trying his best to look as unimpressed as possible, even though Eijun had also tried his best to come up with something that could have made him wonder for days.

“Hey! Don't just accuse that it’s something like that! I was thinking about the batting lineup right there! Our rival had a 1-point lead earlier!" Unable to deal with Miyuki's aggravation, Eijun raised his voice in disagreement, "If anything, the way you made up that conclusion says something about your dirty mind!"

"It doesn't change the fact that you still ended up showing up in my room and having your way with me in bed, Sa-wa-mu-ra."

"That's just me fulfilling my promise to reward you!"

"Really? I don't think that's your only motivation."

Miyuki did not seem convinced by Eijun's reasoning.

So here he was, trying to sound like he was disinterested as he grumbled, "What can I do about it, anyway? If I don't do it properly, you would have thought I was half-assing things, so I have no choice but to give it my all." Trying to say every word like he wasn’t having so much fun back then.

"Um..."

"No choice but to go as hard as I can without breaking you."

"Excuse me?"

"No choice but to make you beg me not to stop—"

"Sawamura!"

For a second, Miyuki averted his gaze and hid his face away from Eijun.

However, Eijun had stared at Miyuki with enough intent to figure out that his cheeks were tinted faint red again from those words. Whatever came out from Miyuki's mouth next, he couldn't deny it anymore. Eijun wouldn’t have believed him for that.

"Not now, though," Miyuki resigned with a deep sigh, then started listing off his plans for the rest of the night, "For now, I want to take a bath and get a massage. I also want my sheets replaced and all the dirty laundry and trash discarded. Can't sleep if it's this filthy, thanks to a certain someone." That plan, of course, included badmouthing Eijun.

"But I did make you want more, didn't I?"

"You mean yourself? You were coming so much."

"You're not any better."

"Oh, shut up, you think who caused that?"

"And who asked me to touch you there?"

"That was me, but you said you already touched me a lot, even without me asking you to do so,” Miyuki followed through with the debate, only to switch the subject before it would have been too long, “But, for starters, I would like to conserve my energy. I would probably need you to help pull me out from this bed."

The air between them was no longer any different from the usual. Any kind of tension that was there earlier dissipated, but so was the magical, brilliant impression of Miyuki that should have lasted until at least the morning after. With Miyuki being as sharp-tongued as usual and Eijun finding himself not wanting to lose to his typical taunts, it was almost as if everything and nothing had happened at the same time.

Still, he didn’t think it was that much of a problem.

If anything, he was nothing but happy to comply with the wish, cheering, "Alright, captain!" as he picked up his clothes and the rest of the mess he had left behind before lifting himself off Miyuki's bed.

His idea of rewarding Miyuki did include taking care of him all night long, after all.