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“Need you, Nagi. I need you now.”
Reo lifts his head, making up for the small difference in height as he nips at the shell of Nagi’s ear. The way Nagi shudders beneath him only spurs him further. He moans at the salty taste of sweat on Nagi’s skin. He loves being vocal with Nagi, letting words and sounds flow easily from his lips as arousal, desire, and lust take the reigns at the forefront of his mind.
In contrast, Nagi doesn’t make a sound as Reo pushes him against the row of lockers.
It’s not uncommon for Nagi to be silent, even as Reo’s tongue outlines the taut cords of his neck or when his teeth scrape against his protruding collarbone. Reo knows Nagi likes it—he gets hard just as easily as Reo, and he makes sure Nagi cums every time—but there is little else to go on.
Reo doesn’t mind, though. As long as it means he can have Nagi in this way, as long as he can monopolize his time and attention and what little care he puts into anything, Reo is happy.
“Let me have you,” he whispers. He doesn’t say it as a question. They have established the underlying meaning long ago: a plea for consent. Reo’s pride is too stubborn to allow him to beg.
Just like every time before, Nagi nods once, allowing Reo to take what he needs.
He goes about the dance they’ve done dozens of times now: stripping them of their clothes one by one, letting his lips trail along every inch of skin on Nagi’s body, using his fingers to work open the tight, pink hole he so desperately loves to fuck. Reo is painfully hard, his cock heavy between his legs, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body every time he brushes against Nagi’s bare thigh. A pretty little blossom appears on Nagi’s chest, right beneath the spot Reo had been teasing with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
He’s frustrated with the loss. How they lost to that little shit Isagi, he will never fucking know, but he does know that this—whatever has been going on between him and Nagi over the last six months helps soothe the sting of defeat. So do the bruises he sucks into Nagi’s pale skin, marking him as his own, telling the world that Nagi, this incredible, talented monster of a soccer player is his and his alone. Fucking Nagi is akin to staking his claim.
Reo’s tongue flicks along a puffy, abused nipple while simultaneously he palms Nagi’s cock.
“ Ah —”
Reo stops, disbelieving what he just heard. He does the same thing again, his teeth closing around the nub while his fingers trace the length of Nagi’s cock, teasing the spot just below his cockhead that he knows Nagi loves.
“ Mm, Reo— ”
And fuck if the sound of his name on Nagi’s tongue doesn’t do things to him.
He flips Nagi around. And maybe it's more accurate to say Nagi allows it, but Reo pins him face-first against the cold metal and slots his erection between Nagi’s cheeks.
“It’s not like you to make noise. You must be extra worked up.”
Reo ruts forward, sliding his cock back and forth, catching on Nagi’s lubed rim. Nagi doesn’t move, just lets it happen like usual. Leaning forward, Reo continues his movements as he presses light kisses down Nagi’s back, tracing the length of his spine. “Come on, I don’t get to hear those pretty little noises again?”
Reo lets his cockhead press against Nagi’s hole with just enough force to feel it, but not enough to breach the ring of tight muscle. Slender fingers grasp at the slick metal lockers and Nagi’s head falls forward—another new reaction. Slowly, with a heavy breath, Reo finally pushes himself inside. He gasps, overwhelmed by the heat and the pressure, all building tension in his core. Nagi always feels so fucking good, no matter how many times they do this.
He takes his time, savoring every inch until he’s fully sheathed inside Nagi. Reo’s forehead rests at the base of Nagi’s neck. Light kisses trace the line of baby hairs there before he’s moving to Nagi’s shoulder, the kisses turning bigger and sloppier. Reo pulls back his hips, groaning at the friction of Nagi’s walls clenching around him. As he shoves himself back inside, Reo bites down on Nagi’s shoulder, just shy of piercing the flesh.
“ Nng —”
Reo does it again, feeling the vibrations of Nagi’s sounds of pleasure from where his chest is pressed against Nagi’s back.
“Ah— ” More sounds escape from Nagi as Reo finds a comfortable pace, just barely audible over the sound of slapping skin. Reo feels Nagi’s hips shift every few thrusts, fighting back against him and shoving him even deeper.
“Nagi,” Reo breathes, hot and low against his ear, “Tell me. I know you—I know your body—more than anyone. Tell me what’s wrong. If you need me to stop—”
“No!”
Reo pauses, his cock twitching from being so deep in Nagi’s hole. He’s never heard Nagi so much as desire a meal , let alone feel strongly enough about something to yell.
Nagi’s hips writhe beneath him, so Reo picks up his movements. He doesn’t pull all the way out, opting to fuck Nagi slower and softer, but still deep enough for Nagi to feel him—really feel him. One of Reo’s hands moves from Nagi’s hip to find his hand. As it desperately seeks purchase, Reo slides their fingers together, allowing Nagi’s to intertwine with his own.
“If you don’t want me to stop, then what is it?”
Nagi turns his head to the side, his lips open to speak, but he closes them again. Reo stays silent. He gives him space. They’re in uncharted territory now.
“This…” he says, his voice trailing off. “This feeling. It’s… it’s so frustrating.”
Reo pulls Nagi away from the lockers a little ways, just enough to change the angle. With Nagi’s ass jutting outward and his back a little bent, the height difference is less, and it gives Reo the right positioning to brush his cock against Nagi’s prostate.
“What feeling?” He knows he’s being mean, teasing him, but Reo can’t help it. He loves the power—the dominance. He loves making Nagi remember who exactly he belongs to.
Nagi squeezes their fingers together and he bites his lip, holding back a sound. “I don’t know.” He says it with such exasperation, such sincerity, that Reo knows it’s the truth. “I don't like losing. And it makes me…”
His words trail off again. Reo slams himself inside harder. Faster. “Yeah? What does it make you?”
Nagi’s brows pinch together. It’s the most effort he’s seen Nagi put into trying to understand anything. Even soccer came so naturally, Nagi hardly had to put any thought into skill or strategy—it was just there. Nagi is typically so stoic and unemotional. It stirs something dark and possessive, wrapping around Reo’s heart like a vice. He wants to see it more.
“Come on, Nagi. What does it make you?”
“Curious,” he blurts out as Reo slams right against his prostate. “Curious. If I can do more.”
Reo grounds himself by inhaling the faint evergreen scent of Nagi’s shampoo, tasting the salt of sweat on his skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of Nagi’s hip and he rams himself against his ass, focusing on the delicious drag of his cock along Nagi’s walls.
This is out of the realm of what Reo thought possible. More? What more could Nagi possibly do? He’s already perfect. Nagi is beautiful. He’s strong and talented. He’s a genius—a prodigy. And he’s Reo’s.
“What happened to sex being a bother? Being too much energy?”
Rather than respond with words, Nagi moves his hips, meeting each of Reo’s thrusts with one of his own. He moans, the sounds coming out short and clipped each time Reo snaps his hips forward. Reo’s eyes squeeze shut. It feels so good—so impossibly good—for Nagi to be squeezing around him, to be an active participant, to be showing Reo his enjoyment and giving him the feedback he craves in the moment.
Reo could get drunk on this feeling—the feeling of being wanted.
“R-Reo. I want… I want to try.”
“Try what?” His lips find the shell of Nagi’s ear, enjoying the way he shivers with the touch.
“Just… just let me turn around.”
The moment Reo moves back, he’s being pushed away. Panic rises in his system, and his eyes widen.
Before he can put together what this could mean, Nagi’s hands are on his chest, guiding him backwards until he's against one of the benches. Reo’s legs buckle beneath him, and he barely has time to process what’s happening before Nagi straddles him.
“I moved on my own in the game because of your face, Reo.” Deep, gray eyes stare straight at Reo, like they see completely through him, passing the bullshit and hardened facade to penetrate straight into his soul. “And I want to see your face now.”
Reo’s head lolls back, and he gasps as Nagi grabs his cock. His hands are soft around his aching shaft, lining him up with his rim. Reo’s heart lodges in his throat—this is the first time Nagi has touched him like this, and it stirs something from the deeper recesses of his mind. Unknown and unexplored emotions wage war in his chest.
And Nagi is none the wiser as he sinks down on Reo’s cock, his hole sucking him in like he belongs there.
Reo bites his lip hard enough for the bitter, metallic taste of blood to blossom along his taste buds. “Seishiro!”
With nothing else to hold onto, his hands snap to Nagi’s waist, gripping his sharp hip bones. Nagi’s hands go to Reo’s chest, fingers brushing against his nipples as he holds onto him for balance. Reo can do nothing but watch the beautiful sight unfolding before him.
Never one to show much emotion, Nagi’s face contorts in pleasure as he takes Reo easily. His jaw goes slack, and long, bright lashes flutter against his flushed cheeks. Reo’s eyes follow how his chest expands as his breath hitches and how it takes a concerted effort for Nagi to swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously. Reo wants to take it between his teeth.
Nagi really is a work of art. One Reo doesn’t want to share—not like this.
It seems like a lifetime, and Reo savors every moment until Nagi is fully seated in his lap.
“Shit. Nagi.”
“Seishiro.”
“W-what?” Reo’s brows pinch together. It’s hard to concentrate with Nagi’s weight on top of him and those steely eyes boring holes into his soul.
“Call me Seishiro.”
Reo’s eyes roll back in pleasure as Nagi starts to move. It’s slow at first, experimental, as Nagi lifts himself up and bounces on Reo’s cock. His hole clenches around him with each movement. Reo grips nagi’s hips tighter, permanently marking his touch on the man’s perfect skin.
As Nagi finds a steady pace, Reo continues drinking in the sight like a man starved. Nagi’s pretty cock—and he would never have thought of another man’s dick as pretty—bobs between his legs, beading precum that occasionally blesses Reo’s stomach. His face and chest are flush with effort and exertion, and sweat starts to bead on Nagi’s brow.
He’s a natural, just like he is with soccer. Somehow, he manages to move with grace and precision. He rolls his hips in the most delectable of ways.
“Seishiro. Seishiro, please.” It’s all he can say as Nagi rides him, their eyes locking as he chases his pleasure.
This is all Reo’s ever wanted. The moment he saw Nagi, knowing he wanted him to be his, Reo knew he was it for him. Nagi was his everything. He’s the only thing he’s ever wanted enough to work for; Nagi gave him purpose and something to genuinely care about for once in his miserable life. Nagi reciprocating that kind of desire—it’s something Reo’s never allowed himself to admit just how deeply he craves that dream.
And now that door has opened, he’s not sure it can ever close. Nagi is his everything.
But along with that satisfaction and pleasure, comes doubt and fear. Something doesn’t sit right with Reo. Change, or at least this change, is out of his control. With this new Nagi, is he going to leave him behind? Will Nagi no longer need him?
Anxiety curls in his gut, mixing with the dense arousal already making its home there. He has no idea what is happening for Nagi, which means this delicate balance they’ve created is going to tip. He just has to hope it tips in his direction.
“Look at me.” Reo’s face is forced forward by a strong grip around his jaw. Nagi’s fingers dig into his cheeks, fingers on one side and thumb on the other. Nagi repeats himself, his voice low and tense like a growl. “Look. At. Me.”
Reo swallows a moan, and his cock throbs inside of Nagi. He’s equal parts turned on and terrified of his more commanding Nagi.
His body moves before his mind can weigh itself down anymore. He sits up, bringing himself face to face with the object of his desires. Their noses brush. Nagi’s breath puffs against his lips. Reo wants a taste. He wants to take . As much as he’s pulled in, he’s also frozen. Scared. There’s already so much unknown, that he can’t possibly take that plunge. At least not yet.
Reo is used to going off his own whims, but with Nagi, there’s too much at stake.
He instead latches on to the sharp lines of Nagi’s jaw. “I’ve never been looking anywhere else.”
When Nagi moves, rewarding him for the added stimulation, Reo meets him with his own thrusts. His hands run along Nagi’s sides, taking in the large shudders, feeling his way along his body. They return to Nagi’s hips, gripping tight and helping him slam down harder onto his lap with every thrust.
His cock plunges deeper into Nagi’s tight heat, but it’s still not quite enough. He wants more. It will never be enough when it comes to Nagi.
“ Ah—Reo— ” Little keens and whines slip from Nagi’s lips as he continues to ride Reo with all the grace and dignity he has on the field. His long legs work to his advantage, helping him bounce in Reo’s lap while his lithe hips roll and cause lean muscles to flex.
Sweat drips down Reo’s brow while precum from Nagi’s cock trails down his abs. His brows knit together, and he rests his head on Nagi’s shoulder. The arousal bubbling inside him has reached a boiling point, scalding, close to spilling over.
His words push past clenched teeth. “Seishiro. So close.”
Nagi grabs his wrist and pulls it away from his waist. Reo’s head snaps up, and his eyes meet with striking gray, the color of a storm, just before the rain breaks and falls from above. Their gazes remain locked as Nagi guides Reo’s hand to the throbbing cock between his legs. Nagi sucks in a breath and bites his lip, holding back more sounds as Reo grabs him.
He’s hot and hard, and Reo can’t help but want to touch—to feel him.
He pumps Nagi in time with each snap of his hips. He runs his thumb along the slit, smearing precum, enjoying the way Nagi’s cock throbs in his hand.
“Cum with me. Please. Please .”
Reo knows he’s begging. He’s never begged before. But he knows deep in his soul he has never wanted anything more than he wants this—than he wants Nagi.
“ Nng —don’t stop—”
As Reo continues, Nagi tightens around him. His hole sucks him in and keeps him there, greedy, in an act that Reo hopes speaks to Nagi’s true desires.
“Reo!”
Blunt nails dig into the flesh of Reo’s skin, and he hopes it leaves a mark. The searing pain crisscrosses with pleasure in his mind, building, sending him over the edge.
He spills inside of Nagi, hips stuttering as he fills him. Nagi holds on tight as he writhes, riding out his own pleasure and serving to prolong Reo’s. He drinks in the moment, with Nagi’s body wrapped around him and his cum seeping from the edges of Nagi’s hole. Something tugs at the edges of his heart, pulling, tearing. He’s not sure what to make of the feeling.
Nagi goes boneless once the high of orgasm wears off. His eyes are half-lidded, and he returns to his previously typical self. His voice is dry and cracked, like what few noises he made pushed it to the point of overuse. “Reo?”
“Hm?” He doesn’t dare move, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“I’m tired.”
Reo tries to hide his smile, burying his face in the crook of Nagi’s neck. “Does that mean you want me to carry you to the shower?”
“Mm.”
Carefully, Reo stands, keeping his softening cock inside Nagi as long as possible. Those long, slender legs wrapped around him, keeping Nagi secured as he walks them to the showers. It’s nice. Familiar. The anxiety from earlier, the fear of things changing to the point where he doesn’t recognize their relationship anymore, where he doesn’t have control, is partially soothed.
He turns on the water, waiting for it to heat, knowing Nagi prefers it to be near-scalding. Despite the puffs of Nagi’s breath on the back of his neck and the comforting weight of his body, Reo can’t shake the feeling that something important—something key to the balance between them—has shifted. And he’s not sure if it’s for the better.