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The phone vibrated from under the pillows.
Kagiura searched for it blindly as he woke from slumber, without even looking at the caller ID, he answered, “Hi…” he managed to say, raspy, feeling his lips oddly uncoordinated.
“Kagiura-kun? You awake?” the voice on the other side asked.
“Hmm… Hm!” He mumbled, “What time is it!” he said, scared for a moment, thinking he would be late for practice, sitting on the bed at frantic speed.
“Don’t worry, you’re not late” said the person on the other side of the line, “were you asleep?” he asked.
“A bit” replied Kagiura.
“I’m sorry, it’s me, Tanaka” The person on the other side identified himself, making Kagiura realize why he thought about getting late when he heard his voice.
“Captain… what happened?” he asked.
“Coach called me a while ago, there’s apparently a huge leak at the gym, like, really huge, apparently it messed up all three courts” he explained, “I’m going over in a bit to see the details, but we’re definitely not having practice today”.
“I see” he replied, “What a bummer, I hope the university does something fast”
“Same, coach and I are doing calls right now so nobody goes to the gym, and we’ll probably be sending an e-mail during the morning to tell everyone when club activities will resume”.
“Thanks Captain” He replied, finally relaxing.
“Do you have any classes today?” Tanaka asked.
“No, not until after lunch” Kagiura replied, trying to remember what day it was, and what his schedule for the day would be.
“Go back to sleep then, Kagiura-kun, I’ll let you all know on the LINE basket group if anything else comes up, sorry for waking you up”.
“Thank you Captain, have a good day, I hope everything turns out okay” he said before hanging up.
He saw the time, barely past five am, and Hirano’s side of the bed was already cold and empty. He checked a few messages before getting up, seeing the images Tanaka sent to the group chat and the reactions it provoked on his teammates that were slowly waking up for their morning practice.
Kagiura went to the living room, looking for his boyfriend, finding him quick. Hirano was on their couch with several exercise sheets on their centre table and his headphones on.
It brought back memories, seeing Hirano study so earnestly, always working his hardest and giving his best.
He must have felt Kagiura’s stare, because he looked in his direction rather quickly and took his headphones off immediately.
“Taiga-saaaaaan” Kagiura whined, “come back to bed”.
For a brief moment, Hirano seemed to pale, “I had to wake you up!” he said as he searched for his phone among the couch pillows.
“Captain called” he said showing him his phone, “no practice today, probably not tomorrow either” he commented, and then clarified, “huge leak, he said, he sent pictures and all, it messed up all the courts”
“Is that so?” Hirano asked, a little incredulous.
“Yeah, why are you awake so early anyway?” Kagiura asked.
“The algebra test in two days…” was all he had to say. Hirano was always highly concerned with his grades, and the university was really demanding when it came to it, specially since he got a scholarship only based on his high school grades, unlike himself, who got into university with a sports scholarship.
Hirano sighed, “I wanted to let you sleep a little, I actually wanted to wake up early to study, so we could have breakfast together in peace”. He looked at his phone to see the time, around almost five thirty in the morning, “And I still don’t have classes until past 10 am, I guess the only thing I’ll be doing in peace is sleeping”.
“I’m thinking of other stuff we can do in peace now” Kagiura said with a knowing smile, going closer and sitting next to his boyfriend in the couch.
“Pervert” Hirano accused immediately as Kagiura pulled him into a hug. Despite his words, his eyes lingered on his boyfriend, on those strong legs he kept showing, insisting on sleeping only in his boxers and a shirt, which he knew hid the most attractive chest he had ever seen.
“Come on…” the younger insisted, “I’ve been thinking about it for the past 2 weeks…” he said, looking back at how every day had been preparing for the championships and studying for test after test, with barely enough time to see each other or sleep properly.
“Keep thinking then” Hirano replied.
“Is that an invitation?” the younger teased again, leaning closer and grazing his lips against the other’s cheeks.
Hirano gave in immediately, stealing a kiss from Kagiura’s lips, which the other was more than willing to deepen and to repeat endlessly.
“You need a break” Kagiura said, “Give me a few seconds”.
Hirano smiled, and a tiny laugh escaped him, even against his boyfriend’s lips. It reminded of how they were before dating, when Kagiura only got to be his boyfriend for ten seconds every day, a contrast to now, where they got to be all like that all day, every single day.
“How much time do you want, Kagi-kun ” he said with emphasis on the name, trying to throw him back to those days too, to see if he would also reminisce on that time.
Kagiura smiled, knowing it had been literal years since Hirano had called him like that, catching immediately what his boyfriend was talking about, “Hmm, how about you give me an hour? Hirano-san ” he asked.
“Three thousand and six hundred seconds? Ambitious, aren't we?” Hirano teased.
“You know I’m nothing if not ambitious” Kagiura said before kissing Hirano again.
The taller leaned into the kiss until his boyfriend’s back hit the couch cushions, laying down and taking everything the other had to offer. With the weight of his lover on top of him, Hirano felt a tad overwhelmed; since they met, Kagiura’s body had been quite wide and tall, and he seemed to keep getting taller non-stop, like there was no limit to be reached.
His body, tuned to his favourite sport, was something Hirano had come to know closely, he barely flinched when rough fingers, hardened from playing basketball, wandered all over his body like they were conquering territory, like he was the only anchor and relief to this desperation the other had felt for the past few days.
He tried to mask it, he called Kagiura the perverted one, but truth be told, he also wanted it.
His hands also looked for purchase, around wide shoulders and a strong back, his blunt nails threatening to scratch as those lips he had been dreaming about every night closed the distance between them over and over again.
The week had been terrible; between algebra and accounting and his advanced English course, all having due projects and tests. He could forget about all that stress, as everything he cared about was his boyfriend’s lips dancing against his own, and his hands wandering farther down, one of those hands getting to grasp his hips firmly.
Whether it was out of longing or frustration, he knew he wanted to jump Kagiura as much as the younger wanted to, and having him like that at that very moment was doing wonders for him.
With little warning, Kagiura moved the hand on his hips to lower his pyjama pants, and after asking for permission in the form of a whisper, he lowered his boyfriend’s underwear, just enough to liberate his restrained erection.
It took Hirano a moment to register the loss of warmth and weight on top of him, but when he noticed, he almost saw in slow motion how his boyfriend went lower and lower, waiting for his approval before putting his hardened member in his mouth.
Seeing his lover going down on him, Hirano could feel himself blushing furiously. If it was the other way around, and he was the one getting on his knees for Kagiura, he wouldn’t mind it at all, not a glimpse of shame would pass his face, but being on the receiving end always did something to him, it stirred a sort of embarrassment that left his face red as a tomato.
As with everything else, the younger was straightforward, Hirano tried to hold to the couch to keep himself together, to not intervene and let the other have his way. Every time he looked down, if his lover’s eyes weren’t closed, they were on him, watching his every reaction.
Once Kagiura found a rhythm, he didn’t stop or diminish, bobbing his head in earnest, trying to give his lover everything he could offer.
Hirano, on his part, had both the impulse to cover his face, still embarrassed, and the impulse to put his hand on his boyfriends head instead of the couch, to touch and to caress, maybe even to push a little if he would allow it.
He had the feeling Kagiura wouldn’t be able to deny him, even if he tried.
He would have been lying if he said he didn’t think about this during the hellish past few weeks, specially considering nothing gave him relief like his boyfriend did. After years of dating, Kagiura knew exactly how to push his buttons, knowing when and where to touch and grasp and tease.
Both of Kagiura’s hands went from his hips to his buttocks, lifting his lower end from the couch and kneading the soft flesh.
With a strained moan, Hirano came into his partner’s mouth, as Kagiura kept his ministrations going, bringing him to completion without hesitation.
Immediately, tiredness threatened Hirano’s exhausted body, but he knew he shouldn’t fall asleep yet.
On one part, he wanted to keep it up, still feeling pent-up despite his satisfaction; on the other, he was fully aware that Kagiura wouldn’t let him go unless an hour passed, already knowing how prone to pouting his boyfriend was.
“Akira”, he said breathless, looking down at Kagiura, who was still swallowing and licking, admiring the beautiful blush across his lover’s cheeks, “If you’re gonna go further, let’s get to the bed”.
Kagiura pulled off Hirano’s pyjama pants and underwear in one swift movement, soon scooping him bridal style to carry him to their room, completely butt naked.
“You’re so embarrassing sometimes” Hirano remarked, his hands travelling to Kagiura’s neck trying to stabilize himself, although he already knew Kagiura was strong enough to carry him with no problem.
“I'm glad I can make you embarrassed from time to time” the younger commented with a smile on his face, “you rarely get like that any more… even when we're like this”
“There's nothing to be embarrassed about this” Hirano replied, like all those months of him getting red and stuttering as they agreed on what to do when their relationship was just starting didn't exist.
Kagiura left him on the bed with a delicate motion, as Hirano couldn’t help but to wonder where all this patience came from in his usually impulsive lover, specially as he stared at the outline of Kagiura’s erection, visible through his boxers.
They followed the steps of the dance they have performed a thousand times, stripping from their clothes sooner than later, with his boyfriend getting the lube, ready to prepare him for what was to come, he relaxed and laid back on their unmade bed.
Despite knowing he can get easily one finger in with little resistance, Kagiura was still as careful as he was the first time. Sometimes it angered Hirano, feeling like his boyfriend was still constantly restraining himself for his sake and not letting go.
Although by now both knew better, and Hirano knows all he needs to do is sit back and collaborate as his boyfriend dedicates himself to him; this is nothing if not the result of months of pinning and years of knowing each other. It took time, but they came to a mutual understanding.
With Kagiura’s practised movements one finger soon became two and three, and with every addition Hirano got a little louder, going from gasping to groaning to full on moaning as every thrust looked for his sweet spot, reaching for the place inside him that made his abdomen tense and fuelling the sparkles he still got to see surrounding the younger one.
“I’m ready”, he said after a few minutes of his boyfriend spreading him open.
“You sure?” the younger asked.
“Yeah, do it, I want you inside” Hirano said, and Kagiura admired how with this there’s no sense of shame, no stutter.
The taller positions himself, entering slowly. As he’s midway in he realizes they didn’t get a condom, but Hirano doesn’t look too worried about it either, and the sounds he’s making sound so pretty he suddenly doesn’t care; both are tired and finally getting what they wanted after nearly three weeks.
As Kagiura thrust’s into his boyfriend’s body, slow and delicate at first, Hirano arched his back without a care. The younger felt like his boyfriend was still a little tight and that he could have prepared him more and better, but the older seemed to be enjoying himself, and truly any thought of denying him went out of the window when he saw those pleading, fierce blue eyes.
Kagiura adjusted his position, leaning on top of his lover, which Hirano took advantage of, attacking his neck without reserve, biting and sucking, knowing the man above him wouldn’t have to show those to his teammates for a day or two, excusing himself with the thought that the marks would have time to heal.
“Akira” he gasped, “Harder” he moaned, and truly, Kagiura didn’t know how to say no to him, he loved this developed selfishness, this neediness he begged for back in high school.
He lifted one of Hirano’s legs, trying to get it over his shoulder, “Let me love you thoroughly” he said barely above a whisper, and like a magical spell, Hirano’s usually stiff body became pliant under his hands, almost like clay. He bent, completely at his mercy as Kagiura sped up, trying to reach deeper, with just the amount of strength he knew his boyfriend liked.
Being naturally the loudest of the two, Kagiura tried to keep his voice down as he made an effort to get to listen to his more demure partner, his moans and grunts hidden behind a hand and sealed lips.
He caressed the leg on his shoulder, kissing the knee, watching how Hirano got increasingly flustered.
“Akira” The bleach-blond said in a voice filled with such need, a voice Kagiura had come to know personally over the years.
“Wanna turn around already?” The younger asked for confirmation, getting a nod in response.
The position could have its difficulties; it was hard to see each other, let alone kiss, their height difference also interfered with having a steady pace, but Kagiura had no complaints about it, because Hirano liked it. He became even more pliant under his ministrations, and became unequivocally louder.
Kagiura pulled out and helped his boyfriend get on all fours in front of him, his body shaking a little from his rapid breathing and his wobbly legs.
For the older, it made him feel at his boyfriend’s mercy, like every need was being satiated at the same time; it's something about the way Kagiura holds his hips, the way he feels like all he can do is melt and receive everything he has to offer, it's about letting go and allowing his boyfriend to do as he pleases.
As they position themselves, Kagiura holds him with purpose, gone are the days when Hirano would reprimand him for being too soft on him and treat him like he was made of glass, as they had both learnt a little about how to communicate and how to let go a little, just for the other.
As Kagiura enters him, Hirano has trouble keeping his voice down, with every thrust he can feel his own voice rumbling in his chest, and for a moment he thinks that it’s a little too early to be so loud or that he’s gonna have a sore throat afterwards, but it becomes increasingly harder for him to keep rational thoughts when he can feel those strong and wide hands holding him in contrast with his own arms that feel like they stop supporting him at any moment, he can’t worry about such things when he can hear Kagiura being just as loud as he thrusts into him with abandon.
The younger put one of his hands between Hirano’s shoulder blades, barely touching them. His boyfriend’s arms gave out immediately, lowering his torso and raising his hips.
“Akira…” he gasped, completely out of air. He tried to pull his hips back to meet his boyfriend’s thrusts, and Kagiura couldn’t help but to admire the arch of his back, the slight trembling of his frame as he tried to satisfy himself.
This was an image he wanted to burn in his memory forever, a part of Hirano only he had got to see and a part that belonged to him only, exclusively, for as long as the other allowed him. It hit right in Kagiura’s possessiveness.
Completely moved by his own desires, thinking Hirano wouldn’t be precisely against it, he leaned and took his boyfriend in a hug, only to lift them both up, with himself sitting on his heels and Hirano sitting on top of him
They had seldom done this before, but the younger was glad for this decision Hirano gasped, he melted on his back, right against Kagiura’s chest. He took this position to his advantage, with one hand on Hirano’s hips and the other one on his chest, rough fingers soon finding delicate nipples, massaging his perfect skin, making Hirano keen.
Hirano moved his hips on his own accord, at first in small circles and within what his legs, weak from exhaustion and pleasure, could give, trying to add to the stimulation he was already feeling. With a little more of strength and all of his will, he started to push back and forth, effectively fucking himself on Kagiura’s shaft.
He looked back and upwards and kissed his boyfriend, who was still caressing his skin, specially around his chest, cupping each breast.
“You’re so good, Taiga” Kagiura moaned a little too close to the other’s ears, his breath ghosting over his ear shell.
The rhythm they established turned merciless soon, with Kagiura holding his boyfriend with more strength than he had done before in the whole morning. As the younger sped, Hirano met every thrust, his movements trembling as a tight feeling grew in his abdomen, making it hard to focus on anything that wasn’t chasing the pleasure and allowing him to be consumed by the man behind him.
Hirano came first, and as he did, his body convulsing in the sweetest of ways, Kagiura held him down while the bleached-blond moaned his name so loud it almost sounded like a scream. The feeling was so intense it’s all it took to have Kagiura coming on the spot, inside Hirano, leaving them both positively exhausted and drained.
There’s little Hirano registers afterwards.
He remembers in his daze that his boyfriend is fast cleaning them up before coming back to bed, to lay next to him.
“Akira” he manages to say, “Put an alarm at nine, what time is it even”.
Kagiura takes him phone, “done” he says, showing him he put the alarm to the requested time, “it’s almost eight, so get some sleep”.
As his eyes close, Hirano thinks this might be the first time Kagiura doesn’t respect their given times, considering that hour nearly doubled, but for once, he doesn’t mind at all.