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“Hey...what’s that?” Miyuki asked, pointing at the silicone packer that was sitting on Ryousuke’s desk. It looked like it had been put there with the intention of it being properly put away but Ryou hadn’t gotten the chance. The pink haired third year was currently in the bathroom finishing up his bath while Kuramochi, Miyuki, and Sawamura were waiting in his room to watch a movie. It was like an unspoken double date, unspoken because Miyuki had yet to ask out Sawamura but that was a discussion for another time. Kuramochi followed his eyes to the desk, looking over at the packer.
“Ah it’s Ryou-san’s dick. Guess he left it out.”
Miyuki couldn’t help but wheeze at the wording of that. This only caused Sawamura to burst out in a fit of giggles and Miyuki followed, laughing a bit harder.
“Yo shut up, if he hears you laughing at his dick he’ll kill you.” Mochi warned.
Miyuki waved him off. “He’s still in the bath. So is that like...for a strap on or what?”
Kuramochi shook his head, rolling his eyes a little at the implication that Ryousuke just left dildos lying around his dorm room.
“No that’s his packer. He wears it in his pants during the day and it makes it look like there’s a bulge and helps with his dysphoria. It’s soft and squishy unlike how a dildo is well...hard.”
After a solid year of dating Ryousuke, Kuramochi had gotten pretty good at explaining stuff like this. Though Ryou was definitely a lot better than him. Miyuki nodded, processing the information he’d been given.
“So it’s not for sex!?” Sawamura blurted loudly, getting up on his knees to try and get a better view of the presumed sex toy on the desk.
“Were you not listening to a word I said, Bakamura? No it’s not for sex it’s just to help Ryou-san feel like he has a proper dick.” Mochi rolled his eyes.
“That’s cool that they have stuff like that to help him.” Miyuki cut in, keeping Sawamura from saying anything else stupid.
“Yeah. He has a whole collection, one for different types of situations I guess. He’s got a lot of dicks.”
Miyuki chuckled. “If only we all were that lucky.”
Kuramochi went to the desk and grabbed the packer so he could put it away. It occurred to him that this was the first time he’d ever touched it before. Ryou had asked him one time to grab his cock but that was while it was still in his pants. The silicone was very soft and squishy, more so now that it wasn’t covered by a few layers of fabric. He squeezed it a little in his hands, experimenting.
“Why are you fondling Oniisan’s cock like that Kuramochi senpai?” Sawamura asked loudly, only making Miyuki bust out laughing.
“Shut it Sawamura I’m not fondling!! It just feels different than what I expected.” He huffed, tempted to drop kick his kohai for the disrespect. Sawamura held his hands up in surrender.
“Well what does it feel like then?” Miyuki asked when he recovered from laughing.
“I don’t know...it’s really squishy. It reminds me of a gummy worm.” Mochi shrugged, lightly tossing the packer to Miyuki.
Miyuki caught it easily, although he almost dropped it out of surprise. He’d never felt anything quite like this before so it was a new experience. He squished the shaft of the packer a bit, trying not to think too hard about this being a representation of Ryousuke’s dick. He respected his senpai a lot but he definitely didn’t want to be touching his dick like that.
“I see what you mean by gummy worm. You definitely couldn’t use this for sex.”
Mochi rolled his eyes, knowing Miyuki was still just busting his balls. However he really wasn’t expecting Miyuki to start swinging the packer around, making the shaft spin around in a circle. The silicone stretched out some more, making the packer look like a long, pink gummy worm. Sawamura gasped out loudly, watching his senpai play with the dick so openly. The two started laughing like hyenas at the ridiculous situation they put themselves in.
“Oi stop!” Kuramochi huffed even though the corners of his mouth were turned up, he was trying to hold back a laugh as he watched the two playing with the packer like it was some spinning toy.
“Cmon Kuramochi you need to try.” Miyuki tossed the packer back to him and Mochi caught it. He hesitated for a moment before gripping the base of the shaft and starting to swing it around like Miyuki had. Now that he was the one actually doing it, Kuramochi couldn’t help but laugh a little as the packer looked so silly being stretched and swung around like that. Miyuki and Sawamura were in a fit of giggles on the floor, leaning on each other to keep from laying down on the carpet. After Kuramochi got tired of spinning it he started tossing it back and forth between his hands. He laughed deviously as he tossed the packer to Sawamura who fumbled a little but caught it. The first year made an ‘eek’ sound before tossing it to Miyuki.
“Hot potato!” the catcher called, tossing it back to Kuramochi.
This little game continued on for a few minutes, tossing the packer back and forth while giggling like children. The packer ended up in Kuramochi’s hands again and he was tossing it up high in the air and catching it again.
“Alright who wants it? Kyahaha.” He laughed.
When he met eyes with Miyuki and Sawamura again their faces had changed to shocked horror as they looked behind Mochi at the door. A sinking feeling erupted in his gut as he slowly turned towards the door, packer still in hand. Ryousuke was standing in the doorway in his pajamas with a towel wrapped around his neck to keep his wet hair from dripping. He was wearing a sinister smile as he looked at the three of them. Kuramochi knew then and there that he was a dead man, he blamed the two idiots on the floor.
“What’s going on in here?” Ryou asked, his voice calm as he shut the door.
Sawamura went to say something but Miyuki quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
“Apologies, Ryou-senpai but Sawamura and I need to go review in the bullpen.” Miyuki lied, standing up while still holding his hand over the first year’s mouth. “See you at breakfast.” He called to the two of them as he dragged Sawamura from the room. Before the door shut, Miyuki gave his friend a sympathetic smile. Ryou had a hand on his hip now, tapping his slipper clad foot as he waited for his boyfriend to explain himself. Mochi blushed some, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It wasn’t what it looked like..”
“Are you sure? It looked like you were playing catch with my packer.” he hummed, face unchanged.
“Right okay maybe it was what it looked like but it didn’t start out that way. I was just trying to put it away and then Miyuki-” Ryou cut him off.
“Save it. Just give it to me.” He held out his hand.
Mochi sighed and handed the packer to him, feeling a little ashamed. Ryou took to packer and placed it back in it’s sleeve before tossing it into his underwear drawer. He took the towel from his neck and started to towel off his wet hair. When he was satisfied, he hung the towel up and moved to sit on his bed.
“I’m sorry, Ryou-san I really wasn’t thinking. Do you uh..want me to go?” Kuramochi asked.
“Are you an idiot? How often do we get this room to ourselves?”
Well that definitely wasn’t what Kuramochi was expecting him to say but he was pleased that Ryou didn’t want him to go. The shortstop made his way over to the bed and sat down next to the second baseman.
“Are you mad?”
“Not particularly. But would it be hard to play catch with a baseball next time? Now I have to clean it in the morning now that all your hands were on it,” he shook his head.” idiots.”
Mochi laughed, leaning against the smaller man. “I’m sorry you have to clean your dick in the morning. At least you don’t have to do it every day like some of us.”
Ryou flicked his forehead for that one. “Maybe I should send you home.”
“Aw come on, I thought we were going to watch a movie and make out.”
Ryousuke tsked, smirking at him devilishly. He was definitely looking forward to teasing Kuramochi for his antics with his kohais.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before prematurely playing with my cock.”
Mochi let out a dramatic sigh, it was going to be a long night.