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“Relax a bit, puppy.”
The familiar nickname does nothing to soothe the tension making his spine rigid, nor does the unfairly gorgeous man between his thighs. Really, Yukimiya wants him to relax? Ness is on Yukimiya’s bed, but his back has hardly touched the sheets since lying down.
He’s trying to loosen up. Trying his very best, in fact, except every time Yukimiya’s mouth continues mapping out the contours of his legs, the pleasure goes straight to his head and he stiffens again.
He hadn’t realised that there were this many nerve endings on his thighs; when large hands squeeze and gently rake their nails over his skin, he has to fight the urge to let out some embarrassing sounds.
Yukimiya slings one of Ness’ legs over his shoulder, and pushes the other one up until his knee is pressed into the bed. The reassuring smile he wears is at odds with the hungry look in his eyes.
“Has anyone ever told you how breathtaking you are?” Ness is stuttering out a reply, but it gets lost somewhere between Yukimiya laving a sensual lick on his inner thigh, blowing softly on it, then tugging the flesh into his mouth to suck harshly.
The onslaught of sensations has the muscle in his leg jumping involuntarily. Yukimiya has only paid attention to his thighs thus far, but it’s enough stimulation for his erection to tent his boxer briefs.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I stare at your legs a lot during practice.”
The sudden admission makes Ness’ ears burn. Are Japanese men usually as bold as Yukimiya?
“Seriously,” Yukimiya continues between nibbling on his legs and outright just biting him. “I’ve dreamt about your thighs more than once. Around my head, mostly.”
Ness scowls to hide how badly he wants to bury his face in his hands. “I thought you were the gentlemen type.”
“I am.” Yukimiya slides his hands to Ness’ lower back and sneaks deft fingers into his waistband. “Which is why I won’t actually be fucking you tonight, out of consideration for your twelve hour flight soon.”
Ness blinks. Then what am I doing here?
Yukimiya must sense his sudden hesitation, because he runs a soothing hand down his side. “There’s a lot more to sex than just penetration, you know.”
“I don’t,” Ness says, a tad miffed. “I devote every second I have to football.”
And Kaiser, he thinks, but he keeps that thought to himself.
“Which is a damn shame.” Yukimiya tugs his underwear off with a clean movement. “A pretty little thing like you should have people lining up outside your door, begging for a chance.”
The simmering blush blazes into a full inferno across his face and neck. “I don’t- ‘m not- who’re you calling pretty?”
“Are you not?” In his flustered state from the sudden compliment, Ness had completely forgotten to be self-conscious about his current state of undress. He startles when Yukimiya places an affectionate kiss on the tip of his dick. A shiver runs up his back from the near reverent gaze in Yukimiya’s eyes.
“The prettiest cock for me to please, and the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”
Yukimiya sinks down with his mouth. The temperature inside is so, so hot, and Ness can’t control the way his hands fly to bury themselves in brown waves. He’s stuck in between wanting to feel more of the wet warmth, and wanting to pull Yukimiya off of him because his brain is getting fried and it’s just on the verge of too much.
A decision is made for him, and whatever remaining air in his lungs rattle out as Yukimiya covers Ness’ hand with his own and uses it to push his head down.
The coquettish moan that bounces between the walls of the room sounds so unlike himself that he’s not convinced it is, except the only other person here has his mouth full of Ness’ cock, so it had to be.
Any worries he has about his inexperience flies out the door. Any thought, for the matter, melts away with the slick slide of tongue and lips around his dick. His world narrows down into two points: the filthy bob of Yukimiya’s head, and the amber eyes burning into his with the intensity of a dying star.
“Please- Yukki please, more” he squeaks. Or tries to, anyway. He’s not entirely sure that his body is still listening to him, not when the head of his cock hits the back of Yukimiya’s throat and Ness’ brain overloads. When Yukimiya swallow and the squishy walls of his throat squeeze around his cock just so, his orgasm comes so suddenly that Ness is punted over the edge with no time to pull out.
When he comes to, chest heaving raggedly like he’d done anything other than lie there and get his soul sucked out of him, Yukimiya is staring up at him with his cheek nuzzled against a purple-mottled thigh.
Ness makes a pitchy noise to let the other boy know he’s alright, and decidedly becomes not alright when a playful mouth opens to reveal the melting white streaks painting his tongue.
“Oh my God, spit it out!” he squawks, flailing around to look for something that can be used as a rag, or a tissue, something so Yukimiya doesn’t have to hold his spend in his mouth. Before he can sacrifice his boxers, he sees Yukimiya swallow. It’s followed by an extremely self-satisfied smile that sends the blood that was just in the south of him rushing up to his head, and back down.
“Again?” Yukimiya glances his twitching dick with amusement. “I’m flattered, pretty puppy.”
It’s dangerous for his health, Ness thinks, to squirm under the heady attention of Yukimiya for so long. He’s not used to being wanted outside of the stadium, where he has no worth without his passes and his ability. Even then, people only reach out to him for football-related things. Sure, Kaiser might need him, but it’s in the same way one needs a personal assistant.
People look at him because he’s Alexis Ness, 19-year-old starting player and heart of Bastard Munchen. Kaiser looks at him because he is Ness, the most efficient tool in the emperor's arsenal.
Yukimiya looks at him because he is Alexis, someone he desires. A trickle of worry seeps through the fog of pleasure clouding his mind, when he realises that this feeling might not be something he’s willing to continue living without. To be wanted not for what he can do or how well he can serve, but simply for who he is… it is dangerous, dangerous territory.
It awakens a thirst in him he hasn’t felt since he was a naive child, fervently searching for traces of magic.
“Are you, um.” Ness gestures to Yukimiya’s problem. From his view on the bed looking down at where the other boy was knelt on the floor, it seems to be a large problem.
A hand comes up to rub light circles under his knee. “Depends. Are you up for more?”
Ness doesn’t know a whole lot about sex in terms of application, even more so when it’s between two men. He sort of understood penetration, and blowjobs, but that was pretty much the extent of it. Yukimiya had said that there would be no actual fucking tonight, so what else was on the table for them?
“I could return the favour,” he says uncertainly. It’s not because he doesn’t want to; the more he looks, the more sure he is of the fact that it will not fit in his mouth.
Ness must’ve been wearing a funny expression, because Yukimiya huffs a pleased laugh. “I’m not going to ask that of a virgin, Ness, that’d be mean. If you’re okay though… can I fuck your thighs?”
Ness furrows his brows. “How? Is it like… humping?” The casual use of a filthy word has his heart skipping a beat or two. What has the world come to?
Yukimiya shakes his head, and shifts Ness’ leg off his body. When he stands, he grabs both of Ness’ ankles together in a large hand, before casually dropping them back onto his shoulder. Ness feels his eyes widen at the sight of Yukimiya’s cock trying to nudge its way between his thick thighs.
“Like this. Is it alright?”
Ness nods. It is okay. It’s more than okay, in fact, when he sees Yukimiya’s eyes flutter shut in pleasure when the head of his cock pops through the tiniest gap between Ness’ legs to slide against his own dick.
It punches a shocked moan out of him. The heat from another dick rutting together with his is different from that of a mouth’s, but it was so, so much hotter. He can’t tear his gaze away from the obscene sight of a slightly larger and wider cock pistoning in and out of his thighs, or the wetness collecting on his stomach from both of their leaking tips.
“So tight, Ness, so good to me,” Yukimiya groans above him. “Shit, it feels like I’m in you.”
Ness surprises himself by whining, desperate to hear more, to feel more. He feels fuzzy at his edges, the stress from the past few weeks a distant memory. All he wants now is to come again under the devout hands and lavish adoration from his partner for tonight.
“Is it good for you too, Alexis?”
His affirmative response comes in the form of more choked out moans and pleading. “Yes, yes yes, faster, please, ‘m so close-!”
“So cute. Seriously, you’re too cute for your own good.” Yukimiya’s arms wrap around his legs and lift him up, aligning their hips together properly as Yukimiya straightens up to his full height. Like this, Ness’ lower back hovers just above the bed. Without the leverage, his entire body rocks in time with Yukimiya’s thrusts.
The stream of curses spilling out his mouth are loud enough to drown out the sounds of Yukimiya’s quiet panting, but not louder than the sharp slapping of skin on skin. Yukimiya is truly fucking him now, an animalistic pace that has Ness writhing and scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. He can’t think, can’t speak, can’t do anything other than succumb to the heat and pleasure threatening to boil him alive.
A hand squeezes roughly over the tip of his cock, and Ness is coming with a strangled cry. Yukimiya’s hips slam into his once, twice, before he’s spilling all over Ness’ stomach amidst raggedly whispered shreds of praise.
Yukimiya slumps on the bed next to Ness. For a few minutes, Ness accepts the invitation to pillow his head on a hefty bicep while they tried to steady their breathing and wait for their heart rates to return to normal. The atmosphere is so comfortable that Ness almost dozes despite wanting to return to his room. It’s only when Yukimiya pokes him in the arm with something hard that his eyes fly open.
“Can I get your number?”
Ness stares down at the sleek phone. Can he? He doesn’t have first hand knowledge on what the normal protocol is for one night stands, but he’s pretty sure the parties involved generally don’t ask to keep in touch when they were likely to not even be in the same country for a while.
He relents when Yukimiya flashes him a dimpled smile and says,”Please?” with eyes that hold far too much longing then they should. Ness shuffles around for the pieces of his clothing scattered around the room.
There’s really no need, but Yukimiya walks him to the door that is three feet away. After a quick kiss to his nape and a sultrily purred offer to continue tomorrow night against the shell of his ear, Ness finds himself squinting in the barely lit corridor, idly considering the space in his schedule.
Well. If he finishes packing his and Kaiser’s bags right after training tomorrow, he supposes he can make it to their appointment. The giddy curl to his lip is witnessed by no one, not even himself.