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In the weeks since the party, they had seen each other around campus; passing in the library here, in the math building there. They had been slowly orbiting each other, drawing nearer but never having any more contact. It was driving Suga mad. He’d thought that after their…encounter they’d get each other's new contacts, go for a date, maybe kiss a little, lot, more. But it had been nothing but radio silence and small waves from Daichi for three whole weeks.
Suga was fed up, had been fed up since day eight of whatever game Daichi had been playing. So he had decided to start playing his own game, subtle at first, a heated glance before ignoring him again, maybe a flirty wink if he was feeling bold. But almost a month of this behavior had yielded him nothing, not a conversation, not a gasp, not a drop of attention. The most Suga had ever gotten was a slightly strained look when he passed the taller man while he was jogging without a shirt.
Later that night, back in his cramped little room, Suga was scheming. He needed Daichi’s attention back on him like now, this was getting ridiculous. He had been all over, and in, Suga at the party, so what the hell changed? He knew Daichi was not as ineffable as he seemed, he could be shaken, there were cracks in his armor. Suga had officially made it his mission to personally tear down Daichi’s self control brick by self-denying brick.
Daichi was in a similar position, sprawled across his bed trying to figure out how he was going to continue resisting the urge to jump Suga’s bones, again. His control was slipping, fast, he knew it, could feel it go every time those wide eyes narrowed at him, every time that little tongue peeked out of his mouth to wet pink lips. Every time Daichi sees those lips the images of them stretched around his own cock flood his mind and he has to dig nails in his palm to cool off. At this rate he’s going to have scars.
The following week, it happened, well…something happened, as he yet again crossed paths with Suga, more of their cat and mouse stand-off…or so he thought.
They had run into one another at the gym this time, Daichi wasn’t even two minutes through his routine of whipping battle ropes against the ground when he saw Koushi come into the gym from the outdoor pool area. He was shirtless and glistening with fine water droplets as he toweled his hair dry on the way to the locker rooms. Daichi just swung the ropes harder, gripped them tighter as his eyes trailed Suga’s body, from sharp collar bones to the nipple piercing, over a taught stomach and back up to where their eyes met. Suga was smirking at him and he gave him another of those god forsaken winks as he disappeared into the locker rooms. Daichi threw the ropes down and followed suit, ignoring the scolding gym manager and cutting even more crescents into his palms. He needed to put an end to whatever ridiculous antics he had been pulled into.
Suga smirked as he heard the locker room door creak open and fall shut with a heavy thud. Daichi had taken the bait, soon Suga would be getting what he wanted, finally the teasing would come to a head. He listened to footsteps as they drew nearer, pretending to focus on changing back into his clothes. Goosebumps raised with every step until he heard them round the corner, until Daichi was standing right behind him, so close he could feel the breath on his neck. “Hello.” He lilted casually, throwing Daichi a brief glance over his shoulder.
Daichi told himself he was just going to talk to him. End it. Draw the line. But when Koushi tilted his head, just enough to bare the pale curve of his neck, every ounce of resolve went up in smoke. Suga gasped when Daichi reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck, bringing him closer to growl in his ear. “Quit your games, Koushi.” It was simple, straight to the point, and left no room for argument or ambiguity. But that of course did not stop Suga from grinning softly where the other man couldn’t see, “What games?”
Daichi knew what he would say before it was said, reading the bratty man like a book, already squeezing harder on his neck, growling once more. “Don’t play dumb Kou,” he shivered, “I see you looking, teasing, waiting to get what you want, what you think you’re entitled to.” He crowds the smaller man against the lockers for further emphasis before speaking again, “Just know this, Sugawara, you don’t get anything, until I decide you do, until I am good and ready and until you are good. And you would do well to remember just how patient I can be…Koushi.”
He leaves it at that, brushes his fingers through silvery locks before he walks away, leaves Suga to collect himself, panting and hard against the cool metal of the lockers. He was hard, flustered, agitated, and very hungry after the display from Daichi; he had known the man had it in him of course, to be commanding and cold. But he hadn’t seen it since their volleyball days when it had been directed at the first and second years, never himself or Asahi. Suga lamented this as he finally got himself changed and situated, briefly regretted that he had not done more to have that attention on himself sooner. Nevertheless, he now had confirmation that his efforts were working, he could break Daichi’s saint like patience.
He was downright giddy as he walked back to his apartment from campus that day. A good workout had his blood pumping and Daichi had his mind racing as he neared his place. His phone rang as he slipped the key into his door, fishing out of his pocket he answered it before looking.
“Hello?”
It was Tanaka’s voice that flooded the speaker, so loud he had to pull it away from his ear. “Party tonight!! Same place as last time, be there or you’re boringggg!” That was all the information, and choice, he was given as the line went dead, surely so Tanaka could invite the entire rest of his contacts list with a similar message. At first he wanted to groan, he really did not have time in his schedule for a party this close to midterms…then he remembered who else was almost definitely a member of Tanaka’s contacts list. A certain number he needed weeks ago. He pulls his phone out once again and shoots a text to his friend.
>> Do you have Daichi’s number?
>> Need to ask him about cal 2.
He got a reply almost immediately, the flimsy excuse had, unsurprisingly, worked to dissuade any questions. Not that old friends couldn’t reconnect, but Tanaka lived with his mind in the gutter. He was also grateful because he and Daichi did not have cal 2 together, he would know, he is literally the TA.
<< yah
<< (contact card for “Daich-man”)
<< nerds
He ignored the insult in favor of saving Daichi’s contact…and changing the name to a simple “Dai” for later use. Right now he had a party to get ready for, he glanced at the time, about two hours before the usual start time, enough to eat something quick and shower before getting ready.
Glancing at himself in the full mirror he thought he’d outdone himself. The weather was cooler now so he was wearing some black jeans with his signature converse and an old cutoff university shirt that did a good job of looking worn but not ratty. He’d cropped the shirt just enough for it to expose his midriff when he lifted his arms and he absently thought that it would be a fun tool to use against Daichi tonight as he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet to walk to Tanaka’s frat house.
Daichi was doing homework when the texts started coming in, swamped with pages of math and science, wondering if forensics was even worth it anymore. He groaned, he’d already told Tanaka that he didn’t have time for a party right now. Nevertheless he picked up his phone, but before he could tell his friend off he paused, confused at the unknown number texting him.
<< Daichi where are you???
<< Got ur number from tanaak
<< (Image)
He groaned in frustration as he opened the image, a very glossy eyed Suga pictured from a high angle. His head was thrown back laughing and his shirt was riding up to show sinful hip bones. That’s where he saw it, almost out of frame but very much visible to anyone paying attention. There were fingers laying over those hip bones, hands that are no doubt following the sway of Suga to the music. Hands that were not his, on a man who was not his, at a party he was not at. He swallowed hard but he had to keep his cool; could not let Koushi win his little game.
>> Having fun are we?
He moved to put his phone to the side, to at least try to finish his homework, to ignore Suga’s antics…but the reply came faster than he thought so he quickly snatched his phone again and accepted that his work would go incomplete for tonight.
<< nooo
<< ur not here ://
Suga was very, very drunk. Something he rarely was, preferring to smoke his sorrows away; but tonight that option was not afforded, so he drank. At first to build the courage to corner Daichi once more, and then because he realized the man had not come to this party. The party had been going for about two hours when he was finally far enough gone to give in and text Daichi, he had exhausted all other options. Playing rounds of pong and rage cage, dancing, drinking more; he was ready to flirt. Wanted to be looked at, talked to, touched, he was so frustrated he almost didn’t care if it was Daichi anymore…almost. That’s what landed him here, dancing with some rando in the middle of the living room, hands in the air as his hips swung in a strangers grip. He hadn’t been thinking when he sent the picture, just trying to tempt Daichi into coming out tonight, into having fun with him. Now they were locked into yet another round of their own special game, the one they both hated.
Daichi groaned as he stared at the little pouty face on the message, so nonchalant, sent without any regard for the effect it would have on the taller man. But then he thought back to the hands in the picture, smaller than his own but the same deep tan on them, it made his gut roll.
>> Looks like you’re having plenty of fun Koush, not sure there’s room for me.
It was a dirty trick, he knew the message would make him feel guilty, if only a little bit, but he really couldn’t care. Should be the bigger person, recognize that Suga is only doing this because he’s holding out on him…but why can’t he play a little too, isn’t this what Koushi had been baiting him into, to bite and be bitten? He just hadn’t been biting back, but if he wanted to take their game lower? Well, Daichi could stoop. Maybe this would finally get Suga to stop for good…cause that’s what he wanted, right? That was the goal?
Suga was pissed, royally. Who the hell did Daichi think he was and what kind of game was he playing now? He’s had Koushi jumping through hoops just to run into him for weeks, and this is what he got for his efforts? Looking back, this was the point in the night when he should have taken a step back, collected himself, maybe even went home. Instead, he took the shot that his mystery man floated in front of his face. Meant to be an offering, it only added fuel to his fire as he spun to plant his lips on the tall, dark figure behind him. They tasted like hard liquor and Koushi’s strawberry chapstick.
Remembering the purpose of the kiss he quickly snapped a blurry side shot of their tongues tangling together and hit send before he shut his phone off. Anticipation curled in his gut as all that was left to do was wait; until Daichi either took his bait or he had the answer to all the questions that had been filling his mind. There was finally no time for anymore nonsense as the music picked up and hands found his hips once more, grinding to the new rhythm.
>> (Image)
Daichi, foolishly, had been excited as he opened the image. Wondered what the little brat was up to now, what new ways he’d found to tempt him… A very effective one it seems. His knuckles turned white around his phone as he stared at the image, everything had gone too far, been drawn out too long. There was a tongue in Koushi’s mouth, that’s about all he could make out in the photo, but that’s all that mattered wasn’t it? He tried to reply, his last breath of patience leaving as he hit send.
<< Koushi.
>> (Message Not Sent)
He called, straight to voicemail. Suga had turned his phone off. More importantly, he had won. He had successfully defeated Daichi’s patience with a single kiss. Daichi stormed out of his apartment to his car, slamming every door on the way before he sped the whole way to Tanaka’s place, as if his righteous anger could justify his actions. When he got there, the harsh anger had settled; but in its wake it had left a calmer type of anger, cold and dangerous. This kind made Daichi’s hands shake as he opened the door to the party; it felt more like an arena right now, one fitting to host the final showdown between Suga’s unrelenting persistence and Daichi’s, previously, unshakable patience.
He ran into Tanaka almost immediately, berating him with questions about Suga’s whereabouts. All he gets is a drunken shrug and an, “Upstairs maybe?” before his friend is dragged back into the party. Still, he runs with the information and turns on his heel to jog up the narrow staircase, bumping bodies and spilling some drinks on the way. It doesn’t really matter because he still hasn’t found a head of silver hair by the time he gets to the top of the stars. He starts turning the knob to every door. The first is locked, the second opens to a smoke-filled bedroom housing three different girls and a man who was definitely not Suga; finally he made it to the third door, the door to the same bathroom he’d found himself in at the last party.
Of course it was unlocked, and of course Suga was sitting there on the same counter he’d been fucked over, smiling at some new knockoff Daichi.
“Out.” He barked at the intruder, throwing a thumb over his shoulder as he glared at a lightly giggling Koushi. It was not his proudest moment but the guy didn’t give any resistance so he didn’t really care as he turned his attention to the real offender. “You came.” He was giggling drunkenly, kicking his legs against the cabinets where they didn’t quite reach the ground. “Stupid right?” Daichi moved closer to stand between Suga’s spread legs, to wrap his palms over exposed hips and grip tight. “Swallowed some other guys tongue, probably his dick too, and I still showed up… Why did I show up Koushi? Why am I here? You called, I answered. But what is your goal here?” Holding back the anger in his words only made the sincerity burn thick and hot in his throat; gripping tighter to narrow hips just to get them out as he stared into glassy eyes. “What was the point of beckoning me like a dog, when you already had another toy?”
Suga’s voice wobbled as he answered, he had a pit in his stomach as guilt consumed him, not for the first time that night, “Just wanted you to pay attention. You spend all your time trying to ignore me and I- well, I didn’t know what else to do. Nothing else happened, just threw up a bit. He got me some water…” he trailed off, mumbling the last parts and sheepishly raising the red cup. It didn’t matter, Daichi heard him anyway; took a deep breath and sighed as he let his forehead bump against Suga’s. “You know you already had my attention, idiot. Can’t look away no matter how hard I try. Have to stop myself from doing bad things to you.” He swallowed thickly before he continued, “But not like this, not again. You’re drunk.” Placing a quick kiss to Suga’s nose he used his strength to his advantage and hauled him off the counter, up and over his shoulder. “I am gonna take you home though. You’re a fucking mess.”
He turned and exited the bathroom, Suga got a head rush as he dangled upside down; he didn’t dare complain as it afforded him the view of Daichi’s muscled ass flexing as he descended the stairs. Soon enough they had made it through the sea of pulsing music and sweaty bodies to the sanctity of outside. Before he knew it he was right side up again, sitting in what he assumed was Daichi’s passenger seat. A much worse view if you asked Suga but it was a little better when the taller man reached an arm across to buckle him in, pressing them chest to chest for a brief moment; Daichi’s own brand of teasing. “Safety first.” He said, completely seriously, as he shut the door on Suga and got in the car himself. Koushi couldn’t help the little drunken giggle that escaped him.
The drive was short, probably ten minutes; but it was enough for Suga to transition from fun drunk to sleepy drunk as his head rested against the cool window and the soft music surrounded them. He yawned when Daichi parked and collected him, leading him inside on wobbly legs; grateful when he could slump against the wall of the elevator as the short ride churned his stomach. When they finally made it to Daichi’s apartment Suga was gently herded through the living room, down the hall, directly to what could only be Daichi’s bedroom.
It might as well have been wonderland to drunken Suga, even as sparsely decorated as it was. There was a tightly packed bookshelf with a little plant on top, a real one because of course Daichi was a plant person. The only light in the room was from a lamp beside the bed, it was shining over the ridiculously overstuffed duvet and Koushi thought it looked more inviting than the gates of heaven as he rounded the bed to sprawl across it. He groaned as he sank boneless into the bed, only vaguely registering Daichi chuckling in the background.
“‘M never leaving this bed again.” Koushi mumbled, face full of covers.
Daichi’s amusement didn’t fade as he rounded the bed to join Suga, “That’s fine, but take your shoes off you heathen.” It was said lovingly as Daichi picked up one of the long legs after another to remove the beat up converse. He hesitated at this point, he would feel bad if Koushi had to sleep in jeans; but he also didn’t want to overstep by stripping him without permission. Luckily his questions were answered as the smaller man’s drunken hands pried at the pants, struggling to actually make any progress in removing them even as he grunted in effort. He chose to watch the man struggle for a few moments before offering assistance, “Need help?”
The only answer he got was a frustrated sigh as Koushi’s body stilled and he waited to be freed from his denim prison. Daichi swallowed thickly as he approached, he was rational, he knew he was only helping a drunk friend get comfortable…but it was a drunk friend he had fucked once already, so sue him for being cautious. He was relieved when he got to the bed and found that Suga had actually managed to free the button and work the zipper open, at least he wouldn’t have to literally grope Suga. Just had to peel those sinfully tight pants down over the perkiest ass and the sexiest pair of legs he had ever seen. The time the smaller man had spent in the pool showed.
Turns out the only thing worse than having to strip a drunken Suga, was having a half naked drunken Suga writhing in his bed. The once gloriously cropped tee shirt was now another bane as it did absolutely nothing to provide the situation with any decency, in fact Daichi could see a ball of the nipple piercing through a hole as Suga rolled around the bed. It’s doubtful that the shirt would have even covered Koushi’s ass before it had been cut but it definitely wasn’t now, now it only offered a fully framed view of the pert ass that was clad in tight black boxer briefs. He groaned as he turned to his own closet, tugging at the first shirt he touches and throwing it at Suga. “Put this on for god sakes, cover up.”
Apparently the other man was much more cognizant now, sitting up and grabbing the shirt. He wasted no time and showed no embarrassment as he tugged his own shirt over his head, reaching for the sides like a girl would and delicately dragging it over his head. It made his entire body stretch and display itself sinfully, chest pushed out, nipple piercing flashing in the low light as it guides his view to the obscenely cut waist. Daichi silently bet his fingers could touch in the middle of that waist as Suga finally, after what felt like ages, dragged the dusky blue tee shirt over his head to swallow his frame and pool around his hips. Finally settling in and giving up his fight against sleep, Suga crawls under the puffy duvet into cool sheets that soothe his flushed skin like a balm. He looks up to Daichi from where he’s buried up to his nose in the man’s bed. He swallows.
“I’m gonna take the couch.” His voice is strained as he turns to exit the room but he doesn’t even get two steps closer before Suga is speaking up.
“Stay.”
Whispered all soft like it’s that easy. Like Suga already decided everything for them. He hung his head and lamented his cowardice as he peeled off his own clothes to crawl into the unoccupied space of the bed. Didn’t mention that Suga stole his spot, just laid there flat on his back and clenched his fists in an attempt at restraint, an attempt at not rolling over and taking Suga for himself as the smaller man clings to his side. There are silvery hairs tickling his chest and his breathing is harsh and stuttered with the weight of Suga’s head on his chest.
Of course Koushi falls asleep first, and of course Daichi wakes up first. His arm is asleep under Suga’s warm body, clutched tightly around his midsection where the borrowed shirt had ridden up to just under his chest. He groaned mentally as he fell to his back from where he was originally spooning Koushi, now trying to scooch his arm free a few inches at a time. He wakes as the third scooch shakes him suddenly and Daichi gives up on subtlety as he fully frees his arm, rubbing some of the feeling back into it and propping himself against the headboard. “Good morning sleepyhead.” he smirks as Koushi groans.
“Ah don’t be like that, here,” Daichi trails off as he reaches to dig painkillers out of the nightstand drawer, he tosses them at Suga who, for his part, swallows down two pills dry, sitting up to join the world of the living. Suddenly, he is very aware of where he is and, maybe more importantly, who he’s with. He’d slept with Daichi, in Daichi’s bed…did he sleep with Daichi? The worry was squashed as he looked down to see that he was indeed clothed and at least semi decent, probably no sex then. With the most important question out of the way he finally turned his attention to the other man.
“Your bed is comfy.” He yawned as he pulled his body into a tight stretch, it was odd but true and it worked to break some of the tension as Daichi chuckled. “You think so?” Daichi was teasing as he leaned deeper into the plush pillows, “This thing is stupid hard to wash, keep thinking about donating it.” He picks at the duvet as their eyes meet, there’s heat in the gaze but it’s mostly wonder and relief as they slip away from the small talk and into a loaded silence. A blink and a short breath later and Suga is stalking closer, crawling up the bed to perch himself on Daichi’s lap. He looks indignant as ever with his mussed up hair, tee shirt once again pooling at his hips, his gaze is once again drawn to plush, creamy thighs as they bracket either side of his abdomen. Briefly he thinks Suga looks a little like a grumpy cat. “Won’t come back if you get rid of it.”
It’s easy when Suga lets himself fall forward so their lips tangle together. It’s the slowest, sloppiest make out he's ever had. He’s whining as he has to brace himself against Daichi’s strong shoulders, shuddering as giant hands work their way under his shirt. The taller man was right, his fingers do meet in the middle when he circles them around the highest part of Koushi’s waist. He’s grinding his hips down in small circles against Daichi’s covered abs, the torture growing worse as the brunette thumbs over his nipples, pinching at the piercing and tugging meanly before he grinds up into the swell of a tight ass. He relishes in the gasp it draws out of Koushi and he needs more, so he’s pushing his shirt up and over his head, delighted as the long pale planes of the taught body are revealed alongside the goddamn nipple piercing and the tent forming in his underwear.
“Gonna be the death of me Koushi.” Daichi groans the words out and follows with another slow grind of his own growing dick into Suga’s backside. The smaller man has moved so his hands are splayed across Daichi’s stomach as he sits perched on his lap, shoulders back to convey dignity even as his eyes go hazy and his mouth parts. Koushi’s only response is to lean down again and lick more kisses into Daichi’s hot mouth, moaning as he continues to grind sensually against Daichi. His hips stutter as a slick patch of his precum builds up to ease the slide of his cock against the soft cotton of his briefs, heavy hands come to paw at his hips and guide the slow rolls.
Daichi is in heaven as he squeezes all over Suga, his hips and ass, grabbing rough handfuls before moving to watch the meat of plush thighs squish between his fingers as they clench and knead the tender flesh. He’s groaning and Suga is moaning and they’re both hard and sweaty and…it’s a lot to say the least, but it’s a little easier when Suga tugs Daichi up to truly sit beneath him, scooching them both further against the headboard as the brunette lathed licks and kisses between harsh sucks to the chest in front of his face. The improved position also allows him to snake fingers between them and free Suga from his underwear, his hand encases all but the flushed pink head of the pale cock as he strokes tight and measured.
The strokes delivered to his cock have Suga arching and moaning, drawing Daichi’s head closer and pushing him away in the same breath. His hips are twitching and bucking sporadically and there is no relief offered when he looks at Daichi. The man is mesmerized, fully committed to the destruction of Koushi between the red raw nipples and leaking twitching cock. It’s all incredibly too much and just as Suga is about to wail with release, Daichi drops his hands away completely and instead of the sweet release of an orgasm, dissatisfaction burns in his core. He whimpers as his cock kicks helplessly, if it was swollen before, it was engorged after the denied release, Suga had never seen his own delicate cock look this angry before.
To make matters worse, after the initial assault there are immediately soft fingers nudging between his cheeks to lightly pet over his hole. It was a shock and it made Suga’s face burn as he looked down to Daichi once more, the bigger man was far less affected than Koushi but he was still panting heavy breaths as he toyed with the lithe body in his lap. “Daichi,” he groaned as a hand came to stroke his cock once more, “N-need more, please.” Suga was breathless, between the hands at his front and his back it was all he could do to heave panting breaths and try not to double over on himself with pleasure.
“Mmm, ‘s what I’ve been saying for weeks.” He drops Suga’s flushed cock to grip his cheeks roughly and pull them open, the tight hole hidden there winks as the cool air offers a soothing touch to the heated skin. “But, I already told you baby, you don’t get anything until I feel like it. And you, Koushi,” he trailed off to land a harsh smack to one of the plump cheeks in his lap, “well, you’ve been very bad. I think it would do you well to learn some patience. What do you think?”
The question hangs in the air unanswered as Suga pouts into a moan when fingers finally, finally, start to work in tandem once more. There are dry fingers prodding at his hole to loosen the rim as they tug and circle, the hand at his cock is tight, almost a suffocating grip as his own precum does little to ease the glide. Still he is moaning and writhing in Daichi’s lap, and the bigger man is eating it up, every look and whine, as he levels Suga with a hungry glance. Finally deciding to take pity on the silver haired man, two things happen at once; first, Daichi spits down onto the cock in his hand. It immediately makes the slide slick and obscene as noises immediately invade the room. The next thing he does is slide his fingers, three of them, ever so slowly between Suga’s plush lips. He rests them heavily on his tongue and strokes the muscle lightly to coax a moan out of the other man while he lathes his tongue over thick fingers.
Suga is wrecked, looks it, feels it; all he can do at this point is stare dumbly at Daichi and accept the pleasure being forced onto his body. He’s panting and moaning, twitching in the other man’s hands as he’s still being stroked; then his face is heating up fast as Daichi starts to tease and coo at Suga. Moans are echoed by harsh words said in the softest voice and that’s how he comes, getting his dick rubbed as his mouth is fingered; comes with the man bringing him pleasure being a little mean. He shoots ropes over Daichi’s fist, and Daichi’s stomach…and his own stomach, he really couldn’t help if he wanted to, boneless and already half fucked out just from being jerked off and teased. “Good boy.” Daichi draws the words out, letting them bounce around in Suga’s head while he tries to regain the ability to think with a fist around his cock.
Before he can do anything to preserve whatever decency he has left, Daichi was tugging his own flushed cock from his boxers. He knew exactly what he was doing as he lined it up against Koushi, returning the favor from their first night together as he grips their cocks together. It’s filthy, his hand is still coated in spend that’s being used to ease the glide of his tight fist as it squeezes over his aching cock and the smaller, slowly rousing cock of Koushi. The smaller man has slumped forward into Daichi’s arms after his orgasam left him panting, face tucked into the soft, tan skin of his neck and arms clutching his broad shoulders for dear life. It’s making Daichi’s job a lot harder as he tries to continue his slow strokes over their cocks, Suga is sandwiching his hand between them and his body is still gently rolling with the aftershocks of orgasm.
He gives up after a few more strokes, instead curling his arms around Suga’s stilling frame to simply hold him there as he regains his breath and ability to think apparently. With this newly regained ability, a wave of clarity hits Suga and he mumbles a small “Sorry.” into Daichi’s neck. The bigger man is confused as he gently coaxes Suga to look at him.
“Why?” He strokes gentle fingers through silver strands, fluffing them back from where they had been flattened in his sleep. Suga is shy as he answers, “Just, everything kind of? Last night and all the petty things I did before…” he trails off. Daichi laughs, loud enough to startle the man in his lap. “Koushi, look at me,” he uses gentle fingers to hook under his chin and lift his eyes once more before continuing, “you have nothing to be sorry for. I was being an ass, a coward. Smart enough to know I wanted you but…not brave enough to let you know. I’m sorry. Sorry we couldn’t have just done this the easy way.” He punctuates his statement by drawing Suga in once more to lay kisses across his neck and shoulders, drawing a contented sigh from the other man.
“‘S okay, more fun the hard way.” Koushi smirks in his newfound confidence and rolls his hips into Daichi’s again. Daichi groans as his grip tightens around Suga, letting his hands trail down to the plush cheeks perched in his lap. He parts them and roughly grinds his own, still incredibly hard, dick between those, still clothed, cheeks while lamenting the fabric in his way. “Off.” Daichi growls low into Koushi’s ear as he tugs at the briefs. They fumble for a moment, peeling themselves apart to shed the last of their decency before rejoining in the same position.
This time when Daichi rolls his hips upwards, there’s a nice friction between Suga’s skin and his own that makes both of them moan and fall back into harsh, languid kisses. It was wet and messy as teeth clashed and tongues tangled between spit slick lips, they were both grasping to hold onto whatever skin they could find; Suga digging fingers into Daichi’s shoulders as the other man’s hands pulled his cheeks apart to tease at the little ring of muscle hidden there. This time the moan that escaped Suga was high and needy as he ground back into the thick fingers, aching for the reminder of how they stretched him.
Daichi was getting impatient, willing himself to be gentle as he spit onto his own fingers, guiding them back around to massage at Suga’s newly exposed hole before pushing a single finger in on a slow glide. The chorus of moans is renewed at his ministrations, between his fingers at Suga’s ass and his tongue in his mouth. They’re rocking into one another fervently when Daichi decides to be mean and quickly shove in an additional finger; at the same time, he leans down and takes Suga’s nipple piercing between his teeth and tugs harshly.
Finally Suga sounds how he wants him, high, pornagraphic moans spilling continuously over his lips as he’s stretched open and his nipple is bitten raw. He didn’t get time to unpack how good the pain had felt before he was being flipped onto his back and covered by Daichi, slowly sinking in three fingers this time as he pinned Suga to the bed with the most hungry gaze he’d ever seen. Daichi was sweating, heavy breaths falling from his slack mouth as he stared down at Suga, laid out all pretty and soft under him, waiting to be ruined, to be ripped apart and remade at Daichi’s hands.
It’s been about five more minutes of this when Suga begins to grow impatient. The fingers Daichi has stuffed him with still feel good as they pet over his walls, but there’s hardly even a stretch anymore. Daichi is just toying with him because he can, ignoring his prostate as he pinches flushed nipples or gives teasing strokes to Suga’s weeping cock. So he begs, sue him.
“Daichi, please. God, please more, need it, need more.” He’s rambling but he can’t care, doesn’t even know if he’s making any sense as the words spill over his tongue and make Daichi’s pupils grow impossibly wider where he’s now grinning down at Suga’s writhing, sweaty body. “Bout time, didn’t think you were ever gonna give in.”
Suga is now equally horny and confused, it must show on his face because Daichi is chuckling as he finally lets his fingers slip from the loosened hole, only to notch his cock head against it as he gives a few strokes to slick it once more. “Gotta ask for what you want baby, no more games, no more teasing or tricks.” Suga groans, mostly in embarrassment, as Daichi continues speaking, “Now, gonna ask me for what you want baby?” Koushi is groaning, why is he being given a lesson on communication with a thick cock teasing his ass? This thought however, does not stop him from relenting and asking, begging, for what he wants, what he’s wanted for weeks since he tasted it the first time, maybe even years as he reflects on their volleyball days briefly.
Suga nods, punch drunk as he speaks, “Please Dai, please fuck me, can you? I need it.” He’s slurring his words as he whines and drawing out unnecessary syllables but it works. Daichi is all at once pinning Koushi’s wrists above his head and pushing in, agonizingly slowly, feeling every tremor of the body around him. “Wasn’t so hard was it?” Daichi can’t help the teasing words as he bottoms out and instead of giving Suga any time to adjust to being filled, he’s immediately retreating to grind his way back in.
The stretch was magical after being teased by Daichi’s thick fingers for so long, aching for something bigger. He was gasping and moaning with his head thrown back into plush pillows and Daichi caging him to the bed, whispering filth in his ear as always, because as much as Suga likes to talk, Daichi loves it. The thrusts are also growing in speed and intensity as the other man pounds into Suga’s pliant heat, rutting like an animal who knows nothing except to chase pleasure and to breed. A shiver erupts over Daichi’s skin at the thought, how it would be to fuck into Suga and fill him up. Over and over until it took, how cute he would be with a little belly and bare feet walking around their house. The thoughts possess him and he moves his hands from where they were restraining Suga’s own to the back of milky thighs, pressing the smaller man into a makeshift mating press.
In the new position Daichi was mercilessly pounding into Suga’s prostate and it was far too much. Suga was practically screaming moans as tears spilled over his cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure. His hands were jumping wildly as they searched for somewhere to grip and ground himself, he eventually settled for raking nails into and down Daichi’s back; possibly drawing blood and definitely leaving marks as he was being pounded into, fucked, railed even. Suga didn’t know if a word actually existed for the level of debauchery happening but it didn’t really matter when Daichi was moaning loud and unabashed at the claws in his back.
It was over for Suga when Daichi released one of his thighs to wrap a meaty hand around his flushed cock to stroke where it leaked over his abdomen. He came with a cry and shot his spend across his own chest in pretty pearlescent ribbons as Daichi never stuttered in his efforts, if anything pounding harder to help Suga through his aftershocks, growling in his ear about how pretty and good he was and how Daichi was going to fill him up, going to breed him. Suga gasped at the language, so primal and aggressive, it was the perfect word for what Daichi had been doing to him and his hole clenched tight as he moaned at the insinuations.
Daichi didn’t stand a chance. Between the heat milking his cock, Suga panting beneath him, painted in his own come and still looking like he belonged in a frame at The Louvre, but moaning like he belonged in a brothel. He found his release on the next few strokes and groaned into Suga’s neck as he pumped rope after rope of hot seed into the man below him, so much so that there were drops leaking out around the slide of his cock. It was euphoric, Daichi decided, as he collapsed boneless and fucked out into Suga’s arms; letting him hold his body as the smaller man’s body cradled his cock, still milking him through his own aftershocks and running soothing hands over the broad planes of his back.
After a few moments of soaking up the warmth of one another, Daichi pushes himself up and off of Suga, slowly retreating his now soft dick, pausing for a moment to push his leaking spend back into Suga’s hole with two of his fingers. He chuckles as the other man swats his hand away and goes to get them a wet towel from the bathroom to clean up with.
When they are cleaned and, somewhat, redressed, laying face to face on the bed and basking in the warmth as their eyes roam each other in silence, Daichi speaks up. “Now, you've gotten what you wanted, twice…I think it’s high time I get what I want, Koushi.” Suga giggles at the partially joking tone Daichi has and rolls his eyes before responding, “And what might that be, Sawamura?” He teases the family name and Daichi rolls his own eyes before he’s back on top of Suga, pinning his wrists beside his head and stealing a kiss as he mumbles, “A date. Gonna take you out, spoil you, show you off. And then, and only then, I will bring you back here and fuck you boneless again.” He plants a, too sweet, kiss to the tip of Suga’s nose before he retreats to ask, “Hmm, how does that sound, brat?”
Suga giggles and nods, “Sounds like what I’ve been waiting for.” He surges forward to steal Daichi’s lips again, “How negotiable is that order though?”
“Non.” Daichi rolls his eyes as he trades soft kisses with Suga. “Unless you ask, real,” another kiss, “real nice.”