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Team woke up with the bright morning light streaming into the dorm room, blinding him. Even with his eyes shut tight, the light was red through his eyelids. With his consciousness still struggling to wake, the smell of the room told him he was in Win’s room. He knew it as well as he knew the smell- well, non-smell- of his own room.
As his brain started functioning, he remembered— they’d come home from the swim meet late last night. The meet had been an all-day marathon at a college a few hours away. The whole team had been bussed there and back. The meet hadn’t wrapped until evening. By the time the award ceremony had finished, the team had showered and changed, climbed back on the bus and gotten back to campus, everyone was exhausted! Most had fallen asleep on the bus. Having raced in multiple events at the meet throughout the day, both he and Win had been too tired to do much more than shed their team suits and fall into bed.
He turned his head away from the window and toward his lover. Win was lying on his stomach facing away from Team and the bright window, arms folded up underneath the pillow, the sheet just covering his bare ass. In all honesty, Team had stolen most of the sheet…
In the warm morning sunlight, Win’s beautiful caramel skin glowed. The black wing tattoos stretched over his shoulder blades, ribs, and back. The blond hair was a mess on the pillow.
Team lie in bed, just admiring this beautiful man. How had he gotten so lucky? He felt so blessed to lie next to this man. To have the honor of holding him. Loving him. Being with him.
The butterflies in his stomach moved lower as Team continued to look at every curve, every muscle, every inch. He rolled over slowly to his side to lean over and kiss Win’s shoulder. He inhaled the man’s scent. While the whole room smelled of Win, Team loved to get it straight from the source. Win had the most amazing smell. Team had once thought it was the expensive cologne his Hia used, until he realized that it was just Win’s natural smell that he loved— not some product. True, the soaps and cologne amplified the natural smell and made him delicious— but Team liked to think that he was the only one who got THIS smell. Pure unadulterated Win.
He was getting hard. Ignoring his stiff muscles from the long meet, Team propped himself up on one hand to look down at Win. He could just make out the sleeping profile through the mass of hair in Win’s face. The lashes long and unmoving. The soft breaths that rose and fell, expanding his boyfriend’s ribs. Team reached out and stroked his fingers down the black wing, from shoulder blade, down the right side of Win’s back, feeling the smooth skin that he took such good care of, the strong muscles underneath from hours and hours in the pool and gym, he could even make out the faint hardness of Hia’s ribs.
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Win was woken by the pressure and feeling of something on his back. It was soft, but moved with purpose. A warmth. He didn’t need to open his eyes, he knew what it was now. Team was stroking his back. His lover did this often and Win loved it. The feeling of Team’s hands on his back, the warmth, the pressure, the sensation… It made him wish he never had to wear a shirt ever. Walking shirtless around Team usually led to the boy’s hands finding their way onto him. He kept his eyes closed to just revel in the soft feeling of the morning. He could stay like this all day!
Then the bed dipped as Team moved. Win felt the sheet pulled off, the cool air of the room on his butt and thought that his lover was stealing all the covers again when suddenly two hands on his shoulders and the brush of skin on his ass and back proceeded the weight of Team straddling him, sitting on his ass. He couldn’t stop the grin from curling his lips. Team only did this when he was feeling a little excited or he wanted something. Win hoped it was both!
The warmth of Team’s body on his was like fire. Team always seemed to run a little hot. Who needed a blanket when Win had a little personal heater?! The weight on his hips was pushing Win’s body into the mattress and he loved the feel of it. Then the hands that had been on his shoulders were now dragged down his back. It was then he remembered how sore he was!
Win had competed in six different events yesterday- more than anyone else. Team had competed in five. They’d both medaled in three races each. It was only that Win had come home with two golds over Team’s one that had given him bragging rights. But now Win felt every one of those strokes! His arms being folded up under his head like this as well was not helping! He started to move his arms down, only to feel the deep ache in every muscle! He groaned, which got Teams attention.
“Hia? You awake?”
Win could only groan. He slowly put his left arm down, but after he’d managed just that reconsidered moving the other. Gods how he hurt! Then a warm hand curled over this left shoulder and began to squeeze the muscles. “Sore?”
Win groaned again. He was so thankful he didn’t have classes today. He felt Team’s body weight shift on his hips. A voice close to his ear said, “Can I massage your shoulders, Hia?”
Win hurt too much to turn that down! He grunted an approval.
The bed shifted again. He pried open one eye to see Team’s hand open the bedside table drawer in front of him, rooting around, pushing aside the box of condoms and lubes, and lifted up the bottle of massage oil he’d bought but rarely used. The team’s manager and physician usually kept them in pretty good condition, but the day after a competition could be brutal on their bodies! The drawer was shut and Team’s weight settled back on him. Win listened with his eyes closed as Team rubbed his hands together, warming up the oil. He felt a few drops hit his lower back. He tried to pry his arm from underneath the pillow and down to his side to give free access to his aching shoulders. He hadn’t even stopped moving before Team was already kneading his shoulder.
Team actually gave great massages. Win had no idea where he’d learned it- but he was just as good as the team’s manager! Maybe better. Or maybe it was just because it was Team. They had no hang ups or hesitations of touching each other’s bodies. They’d memorized every inch of each other by this point. They knew all the secret sensitive spots that either made the other laugh and flinch or the ones that produced a sudden inhale, moans or groans. Win could feel Team’s knees right next to his hands, but Win couldn’t weasel his fingers behind the knees to reach that spot while he was kneeling on him…
The two strong hands worked from the base of Win’s skull, relaxing his neck muscles, down to the trapezius muscles of his strong wide shoulders. They moved out to the deltoids at the tops of his arms and down the aching biceps. Team knew exactly where to focus as he knew these pains as well. After both shoulders and arms were feeling much better, Team moved to the back. Starting up between the shoulder blades and diligently working out and down. Win was feeling so good under those hands. Two thumbs pushed in hard to relive the deep tension and aches. The hips on his rocked as Team leaned forward to use his body weight to push deep. Win couldn’t help himself from a few quiet mounds and groans as the muscles relaxed.
“Still hurts?”
Win muttered a negative reply. “No, Team. It feels so good.”
Finally the hands reached his lower back. Team’s thumbs pushed into the small of Win’s back and stroked up the spine. Win felt lost in the waves of warmth and heat and pressure, when he became aware of a hardness between his butt cheeks. He tried to focus but it didn’t take a Master’s degree to know what it was— Team was erect.
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Team made sure to pay lavish attention on every muscle, every cluster of nerves deep in Hia’s back. The massage oil was warm from their skin and friction. He loved the shimmer of it on that dark creamy skin, how the wings would reflect the light, how every defined muscle of Win’s back would suddenly pop with the increased contrast. He knew where Win hurt. He knew where to focus. And he wanted Hia to feel good.
He leaned forward to push his body weight into his hands, to get deep, where it hurt the most. He couldn’t help himself from smiling as Win groaned under his attention. Team could actually feel the muscles getting softer and relax while he worked. But the soft groans and the grind of his hips against Win’s ass was making him so turned on. So maybe he’d tried to subtly line his dick in the crack of Hia’s ass, between those muscular butt cheeks. And maybe he was grinding himself a little more than necessary.
The massage complete and now very hard, Team leaned forward to whisper into Win’s ear. “Can I come on your back, Hia?”
Win’s eyes still didn’t open, but the smile that Team loved more than any other curled on the man’s lips. Team unconsciously flexed his hips up at that smile. The smile that sent his stomach into knots when Win would throw him to the bed and straddle him, pinning his arms above his head with that smile! Win gave an approving grunt. “Yeah.”
Team raised himself up off Win’s back. He took himself in one hand while the other drew invisible lines up and down the back, then followed the lines of the feathers down the back as he stroked himself. He wasn’t going to need much… but he wanted this. The soft sound of his hand dragging over his shaft whispered through the room, punctuated only by the huffs of breath as he kept his eyes on that stunning spine and back below him. He ground on Win a little as he chased the pleasure.
They’d switched a few times in their relationship, and had tried a few different things, but when it really came down to it— Win liked being the top and Team liked him on top, too! They played rough. Sex with each other wasn’t always rough— it was fun! They laughed, they played, they wrestled, they teased, and they satisfied one another. At first Team had been afraid to ask for anything, he only took what Win gave him— which he had ZERO complaints about! But as Win began to open the lines of communication about things he wanted to try with Team, Team had finally felt secure enough to ask for a few things as well. Not everything worked out, but they’d found their groove. And neither was complaining!
Team felt it coming, the contraction, the rush. His hand increased its speed. He watched as the white fluid shot out over Hia’s slightly shimmery back, creating odd-shaped loops over the black wings. He refused to take his eyes away and he thrust into his hand and kept stroking, emptying himself onto that back. Fuck, Hia was so hot. Team groaned as he finished.
He sat there for a minute, coming down from the pulsing sensations through his sore body, that now felt slightly less sore. Staring down at that magnificent back, at the splashes of his cum on Hia’s beautiful body— marking him. When he had regained enough control of himself, he leaned over to the bedside table again and pulled some tissues. He carefully wiped his lover’s back. “Thank you, Hia.” When Team had tossed the tissues into the trash, he caught the face in the pillow looking at him.
“I think I am going to need another massage now…”
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Win rolled on the bed underneath Team, flinging him down onto the mattress before repositioning the man underneath him. Feeling Team stroking himself and coming on his back had been a major turn on. Now Win wanted to answer his lover’s desire. He yanked at the strong, tight muscular hips, pulling him tight against Win’s groin, near his own hardening length. The long body lie spread before him. His eyes were drawn instantly to Team’s hip.
Win had gone with Team to get his first tattoo. Team had jokingly teased that he was going to get a Lay’s logo tattoo over his stomach. Win flat out threatened to stop sleeping with him if he actually got it. Team had laughed so hard he’d fallen back on the bed. They’d wrestled as the blond man tried to force the younger boy to agree to never tattoo such a thing on his body. The laughter had been infectious.
They had arrived at the parlor where he’d gotten most of his tattoos done and Team had made Win wait in the lobby while he went into the back to get the stencil applied. Team had kept his design a secret, which had worried Win greatly. Technically, it was Team’s body. If he truly wanted a damn company logo on his stomach, Win had no right to stop him— but that hadn’t stopped him from trying to talk him out of it as though his life depended on it!
When the artist came out and said Team had asked that Win come in to see, he’d been completely blown away— the design Team had decided on was a water dragon. Team stood there, holding a towel over his crotch in the private room. The top of the tattoo that simply looked like a perfectly realistic water splash curled over Team’s iliac crest of his right hipbone. It swirled down over his hip, his V-line, and down the top of his right thigh, ending mid thigh. The bottom of the water splash formed into a blue dragon’s head. It was one of the most stunning designs Win had ever seen.
The session had taken over six hours. Win was absolutely blown away at the fact that Team had chosen such a large tattoo for his first! And such a bold placement. But he would also admit that he loved seeing Team lying half naked on the table as the tattoo artist made the water design absolutely come alive! Midway through the session, Team had started to feel the pain as the artist was filling in the water and shading. Win had held his hand and tried to talk him though it and distract him, but couldn’t keep his eyes off the body. It wasn’t until he heard Team say, “Hia— will you get a matching tattoo with me?” that Win realized that Team was staring up at him. At first Win thought his boyfriend meant a matching water dragon— which… Win had to admit, he might not have minded! But this design seemed very personal to Team…
Team must have seen the look on his face as he debated it because he immediately stopped Win’s thoughts. “No, Hia. Not this. Another tattoo.” The moment Team explained what he wanted, Win agreed. The moment Team’s tattoo was complete, Win got his done first to give Team a break. Then he watched as Team got his matching tattoo.
The tattoos had healed beautifully. When Team wore his swim shorts, the water just came out from the top and the head of the dragon was visible at the bottom. Only Win had seen the whole tattoo completely. He stroked it now, from the dragon’s head up the swirls and curves and splashes of the water to Team’s hip. This body was absolutely perfect.
Kneeling on the bed with Team’s long, strong legs wrapped around his hips, Win leaned down to kiss Team’s delicious lips. They’d long ago stopped caring about morning breath. Their tongues lapped at each other, stroking and caressing one another. He pressed his body into Team’s, feeling the powerful body against his own. His lover’s arms wrapped around his neck. How he loved the feel of Team in his arms! Win broke the kiss first. His breathing was elevated as his body was now making insistent demands. “Team… can we?” It didn’t matter how long they’d been together, how many times they’d done all the things they’d done in bed, even with Team already wrapped around him like this, Win still always felt the need to ask…
At the beginning of their relationship, Win had been the more experienced and usually the one to initiate, but Team’s willingness and consent had been an absolute requirement. Win would never take advantage of the younger boy like that. With time, Team had started to occasionally initiate, albeit slowly, but generally it was still Win who would be the first. His desire and need for Team hadn’t abated in the slightest during the year they’d been together, in fact, it had increased. Which was why Team asking to release on Win’s back had been exciting. He loved that his faen desired him back, that he was unashamed to ask for such things. Win would give him all that and more!
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Team nodded before verbally adding, “Yes, Hia. You can. Puh-please.” His body still tingled from his release, but now the tingles all over were beginning to create a steady buzz within him at the sight of Win kneeling above him. That look in his dark eyes as he took in Team’s body. The obvious waves of lust washing over him. Team felt so desired and wanted. It actually made him feel so good that he could elicit that look in Hia’s eyes. To feel Hia’s erection growing against his body. To know that he was the cause. To know that it was meant for him and would only be satisfied within him. His body buzzed and positively vibrated at the idea. Knowing that in moments, that dick would be seeking and needing him.
The bedside table drawer was opened and slammed shut again. A flurry of movement as Win had gotten the clear approval and readied them both for the work-out they were about to engage in! By the time Win had Team prepped and loose, his own penis was waking up again. When his lover slowly took his position deep within Team’s body, the boy was just as hard as his lover. In a position they frequently joked looked like a diver’s tuck, Team had his knees up high and tight against his chest as Win pushed all the way in, every inch until he was pressed completely against Team’s body. Gods, they felt so unbelievably good together. Win’s member felt like an extension of Team’s own body, connecting him to his boyfriend in so many ways. Team needed Win’s mouth on his! He yanked at the neck above him, pulling him down to mash their lips together, Team sucked, gnawed, and nipped like Win was his favorite meal. He wanted more, deeper, harder, he wanted it all! Somehow his message was translated by Win and his boyfriend began to thrust into him faster and deeper until Team was forced to break from the kiss to moan and arch his head back.
His Hia continued to slam into him, even as Team held a tight grip on the man’s neck above him. Fuck! It was so hard, so good, so everything! He tried to meet the man halfway, to push himself down towards the thrusts. There was a slight sting as they slapped into each other, it was just added to the sensations as Win’s dick filled him.
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Win pulled out and put his hand around Team’s tight waist. “Over, Team.” Team obeyed immediately, rolling onto his stomach. The blond lover was close, normally he would have just finished as they were, but remembering the feeling of Team on top of his back first thing this morning made him want to have Team’s back. His beautiful, strong, muscular back. To see it. To feel it. To touch and taste it. While one hand realigned himself to Team’s hole, he stroked the long hard back up and down the spine. As he thrust in again, Win leaned down and bit at the soft skin of Team’s back over his spine and shoulder blades. A small whimper of “Hia” reminded him not to leave too dark a mark. It was okay. Win knew other places that he could bite or suck as hard as he wanted that no one would ever see…
Win started to pump into Team with a frenzy that other men would never be able to match. He wasn’t one of the top swimmers in the country for no reason. And even if they were as fit as Win, they’d never have Team underneath them. They’d never have the passion and need for their lover like Win had for Team! He reached beneath his moaning lover and found the leaking cock against the sheets. He began to stroke his lover as he beat the unrelenting pace with his hips. Team was already close and the added stimulation set him over the edge, he began to writhe in Win’s arms and came hard, panting and moaning while Win thrust a few more times, coming right afterwards. He fell forward limp onto Team’s sweating body. Their forms merging into one as Win’s dick throbbed inside his lover, filling the condom.
As he slowly regained his breath, Win slid his left hand down the length of Team’s muscular forearm, over the back of his hand and wove his fingers through Team’s. Their matching hemp rope tattoos with a single red line weaving through it around their left wrists perfectly aligned, as though they were bound by a single red thread.