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"Get over here, this thing's not going to suck itself, you know."
I choked. I laughed. Wow, he really did go there. "What the fuck, Eijun?"
"Made you laugh, I win!" He crowed, delighted with himself.
We had a running contest going, whoever could use a bad pickup/sex line on the other and make him laugh won for the day. Bonus points if we were actually making out or otherwise occupied, if you know what I mean. I had just gotten up to remove my shirt when he used that line. Whelp, he won.
Not that I minded losing. Not at all.
You see, winner got to choose.
And he always chose well.
I looked over at him, lounging on his bed. He was shirtless, lying on his side, propped up on one elbow. God, he was gorgeous, all lean muscle and golden eyes, smile as wide as the world. "Whatever you say, captain." He blushed, still not used to the title. When we third years had retired, he'd been made captain, to no one's surprise but his own. The ace number still eluded him, but I had the feeling that was going to change as well.
"You know you need to get used to the title, Ei. There's gonna be a new batch of kouhai looking up to you in a few months."
"I know, I know, Kazu. Can we not talk about it right now?" He pleaded, widening those maddening eyes a touch.
I snorted. "Of course, idiot. What's your pleasure, since you won?" I was looking forward to whatever he picked; his ideas were always good, and occasionally quite…inventive.
"I want to try something, senpai." I felt a shiver run down my spine. He only called me that when he was feeling very affectionate, or very aroused. From the looks of it, it was the latter.
"What do you want me to do, Ei-chan?" Two could play this game, and I knew my lines as well.
He grinned, and I have no idea how someone so sunshine-innocent looking could look so freaking lascivious. I mean, seriously dead sexy. Or maybe it was just me. Either way, I was up for whatever he wanted, in more ways than one. "Strip."
"Well, that's specific." I said, as I did precisely as asked. Off came all the clothes.
As I moved over towards the bed, he stood. Wrapping his arms around my neck, he pulled me into a kiss, deep and wet and oh, so very hot. He was extremely good with his mouth, in every way he chose to use it. I leaned into him, running my hands across his back, up into his hair, and along his spine. I lived for his spine, the way it flowed and bent, the vertebrae that emerged as he moved. I loved nibbling on it, kissing my way down it, down that beautiful back, down to that luscious ass. I groaned into his mouth, feeling him run his hands along my body, landing at the place that they always landed, his favorite place, the dips in my pelvis. I loved it when he touched me there, he was always so intent, but there was such gentleness, such reverence, it made my heart melt.
He broke the kiss and stepped back, looking at me. Looking at all of me. "God, Kazu, you're so fucking exquisite. Sometimes I can't believe you're mine."
I looked at him solemnly, pulling him to me, touching our foreheads together. "You are mine, and I am yours." I vowed, the words we'd used for more than a year still resonating with me, still powerful, still meaning everything.
"You are mine, and I am yours." He repeated back to me, eyes glistening, face intent. "I adore you, Miyuki Kazuya. Now let's get this party started, shall we?"
He stepped away from me and took off his pants, both of us completely naked. Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me to the other side of the room, in front of the full length mirror on the wall.
Oh? Oh! Ohhhhhhh….this was going to be good.
He'd grown taller in the last year and a half, gotten taller than me by a few centimeters, and that was not a bad thing in this situation. I smirked.
"What, you want to look at how beautiful you are?"
"No, idiot. I want to look at how beautiful we are. I want to fuck you, and I want to watch me fuck you. I want to touch you, watch me touch you, watch you watch me touch you, fuck you."
See? I told you he has the best ideas. I was so into this.
"Oh my god, Eijun, yes." He turned me to the mirror, and wrapped his arms around me from behind.
Kissing my shoulder, he touched me, running his fingers over my chest while I watched. I was already so very hard, dripping in anticipation. He undulated against my back, unable to stop himself. I reached behind me, touching what I could reach, running my hands along his side, through his hair. Turning my head, I caught his mouth with mine, tongues dancing, tangling, touching. His hands tracing patterns on my chest, tweaking my nipples, mapping the bones and muscles he knew as well as his own.
His hands traveled lower, snagged on my hip bones, exploring the dips and ridges of my pelvis. He broke the kiss, leaning his chin on my shoulder, watching me in the mirror. I met his eyes, and he smirked. His hands continued their movement, running along my length, fingers nimble as they circled my head, dipping into the precum, spreading it around, using it to ease the friction. I moaned, groaned out his name, incoherent in my lust. Watching him touch me in the mirror was like nothing I'd ever felt before, the intensity multiplied.
I heard him moaning as well, talking in my ear. "So fucking gorgeous, I swear…I want to fuck you so hard, so long, Kazu…" He continued, but I couldn't focus, couldn't pay attention, all of me was centered on his hands, his long, talented fingers, the ones that were currently stroking, currently rubbing, currently driving me over the edge of crazy. I sighed, grinding back against his hardness, wanting to feel him inside me, wanting to watch him fuck me, watch him watch us fucking.
"Fuck me, Ei, please." I whispered, knowing that he was watching my face, that he could hear what I said. He undulated against me again, moaning my name, hands still roaming, touching, exploring.
I could feel him leaking against my ass, I reached around and grabbed his hips, grabbed his ass, bringing him close, grinding against him. He reached over to the desk and grabbed the bottle he'd placed there earlier, clearly expecting his pickup line to win the day. I smirked at him in the mirror. "Cocky much?"
He rubbed against my ass, grinning back at me. "Yes, cocky very much, thank you for asking." I groaned, as expected. I'd walked right into that one, wow.
The long fingers of his pitching hand, now wet with lube, worked their way between us, down the crack of my ass. His other hand reached out for the desk chair, sliding it in front of me to give me something to lean on. He folded me over, using the chair to support me. I grabbed the back, sticking my ass up into the air, watching him closely. He looked in the mirror and met my eyes, sliding his finger inside me. Slowly, carefully, he prepped me, his other hand rubbing my back, massaging my ass, never still, always moving. He didn't watch what he was doing, he watched me, and I watched him.
We'd had sex in every possible manner many times in the last few months; we were both curious and open to just about anything. He loved to prep me, loved to fuck me, just as I loved to do the same to him. It was never a power struggle, switching off was something we just did—whomever wanted, got. And boy did we get. There were whole afternoons we spent doing nothing but slowly exploring, experimenting. And then there were times like this, times when things went quickly, when the intensity was too high to take our time, when it was over almost before it began.
He finished stretching me, his fingers knowing exactly where to reach to make me burn, to make me stutter and moan, make me writhe. We were still staring at each other in the mirror, and he cocked an eyebrow at me in question. Neither of us had any prior experience, and we used condoms when one of us didn't want to deal with the mess. I shook my head, I wanted him, I wanted to feel him fill me, I wanted him to make a mess of me, I wanted to belong to him completely. He nodded, and slid himself in, never breaking eye contact. It was one of the most intimate, one of the most mind blowing things ever, watching his golden eyes glaze over as he watched me as I was being filled. Then he moved.
Thrusting slowly, going in at the precise angle I needed for him to hit my prostate, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I knew I could come like this; I'd done it before, in circumstances far less intense, so my neglected cock wasn't an issue for me. I was good, more than good, this was amazing. Just watching, knowing that he watched, blew my mind. And then he sped up.
"God, Kazuya. I'm not sure how long I can last." He spat out, as he moved inside me, straining against me.
I pushed against him, urging him deeper, harder. "I'm going to come, Ei. You feel amazing. Don't stop."
He reached around and palmed me, and that touch was all it took. Never breaking eye contact, I came, hard, refusing to close my eyes, refusing to miss his expression. He followed immediately afterward, still watching me.
He pulled me up to standing, wrapping his arms around me. "We are so beautiful together, Kazu." He whispered in my ear. "I still think you're the most stunning thing I've ever seen." He withdrew from me; grabbing the towel he'd left on the desk and cleaned us up.
I chuckled. "You really were sure of yourself, huh?"
He grinned, blushing a bit. "Not really, I was just hopeful." I turned around in his arms, reaching out and hugging him close.
I spoke softly, "That was glorious, Ei. I'm so glad you thought of that. And yes, I agree. We are beautiful together." I did. I had always thought we were.
We went over to the bed and lay down, cuddling close, content, satiated, exhausted.
I hoped he never figured out that I always let him win.