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Their lips were strung with saliva and passion, tongues touching, melting, feeling. Eijun's deft, slender fingers tangle and pull at soft, brown locks that weren't his own. Excitement and adrenaline thrumming below his skin like a storm designed to stir untouched, sensitive nerves. Eijun felt like he could do this for hours and still be left wanting. Kissing Miyuki Kazuya under the blanket of darkness with wandering hands and eager, lingering touches felt thrilling. It was like their own little secret with the moon as its' only witness.
A throaty moan was dragged from his throat when they seperated, Eijun naturally grew embarrassed and tried to disguise it as a huff, it only served as a catalyst as it turned the throaty noise of pleasure into a needy hum of want that served to tease the owner of the lap he was sitting on. He'd know, the hard tent in the other's pants that had been harmoniously grinding with his moments ago grew noticeably harder. Eijun is tempted to say that the already impressive cock he felt through Miyuki's slacks grew bigger, but for the sake of his ass' future and his ability to sit properly, he hopes to the gods above that Miyuki Kazuya wasn't that well-endowed.
His hopes were dashed when Miyuki personally led his hand above the tent on his pants. Eijun, who decidedly would like to avoid acknowledgement of the flush he knows is high on his cheeks, grew impossibly redder. Large splotches of red bloomed across his cheeks, the blood rushed to his face as fast as it did south just moments ago. How was he going to fit that inside his ass? Was Miyuki serious when he told Eijun that two men can have penetrative love-making? The thoughts that ran rampant within his head must've somehow shown on his face because the next moment he comes to is Miyuki gingerly caressing his jaw with gentle, careful fingers and his unfairly soft lips already pressed on his with his tongue prying open and exploring pliant lips that undoubtedly welcomed his intrusion.
He decides that night that Miyuki Kazuya's mouth and lips and tongue could do so much more than quirk into that infuriating, blasted smirk of his but the stupid bastard seemingly peers into his thoughts with the effort he puts into wearing the silly, lopsided grin that Eijun thinks is beginning to grow on him. "I can't believe you thought I was actually into girls… Can you feel what you do to me?"
Eijun's heavy-lidded eyes flutter shut and he thinks that what he's about to do is a bit silly, but it isn't fair that Miyuki still had full control over his composure when he was already a mess over their kiss! He smashes his lips into the other's with near nigh abandon in retaliation to the earlier sneak attack, he feels the smile more than he sees it when Miyuki slots their lips in a more comfortable manner as he shifts his face to the left, careful and wary of their noses bumping; it was a bit silly, who cared if their noses bumped or not, they were exchanging spit and occasionally clashing their teeth together with all the impatience and eagerness of two, hormonal teenagers wanting to learn every crevice of each other's mouths.
Maybe Eijun was silly, because it still made him feel all giddy and excited inside. Every little thing made him feel silly and he thinks he can see the stars.
"Idiot, can't you wait and listen?" Eijun heard Miyuki whisper as their lips parted, the breath trailing along with his words tickled the already tingly, abused wreck that was his lips. It felt addicting. He opened his eyes to the sight of intense, amber eyes focusing on his, it was as dark as it was captivating and Eijun realises that maybe Miyuki was also barely holding on to the carefully crafted composure he normally held with chipped nails grasping hairsbreadth with the way his voice sounded as helpless as Eijun felt with Miyuki so close and here and right in front of him.
"Hmph! What if I don't want to?" Eijun challenged, because maybe he's scared this is all a dream but he's also an irrepressible dumbass that is nothing but curious, and got a face full of a teasing Miyuki licking and exploring every inch of his mouth as he stared. Eijun peeked from below his lashes and got his breath stolen from his lungs the nth time that night from the sheer intensity and something that mirrored his yearning swirling within dark, amber pools that focused on him entirely. It was arresting and stunning and so unfair but Eijun couldn't help but slip a little further into his infatuation towards the man with his tongue in his mouth. It felt like a dream but Eijun has already secretly pinched his arms enough to bruise.
"Then I'll make you." After they parted, it was the only warning Eijun got before calloused, cold fingers teased his skin. Before he knew it, a whimper escaped from behind his teeth. Eijun was torn in between indigance and frustration because Miyuki Kazuya was touching him with rough, cold fingers in such a reverent way that he almost swooned. It was almost too much and somehow not enough at the same time. He tried glaring through tears that had gathered and formed a light, transparent sheet of tears with his hands scrambling for purchase on the older's arms for more than his dear life.
"I really, really like you." Eijun was rendered speechless. How was he supposed to respond to this? He also really, really like the tanuki bastard, but he just stuck his cold hands inside his shirt and they were getting dangerously high and he doesn't know whether or not he should pull away but then he says something like this! The words made Eijun's insides feel warm and light and syrupy, completely distracting him from the teasing, trailing fingers gliding across the tan expanse of skin. Before he could form a solid reaction, response or anything really, a laugh tore through his thoughts and stole any last bit of attention that strayed.
"Don't laugh at me! I was about to confess, you bastard!" Eijun spluttered, voice getting high as hands travelled from his hips to his waist. He glared at the man below him with pursed lips and tears in his eyes, Miyuki knew that he had intended for it to be intimidating but it only appeared as something salacious, seductive and miles away from even a shadow of an imitation of something intimidating. Eijun's grip on his arms tightened with what little strength he had left and with a quivering voice, he hissed. "Your hands are cold!"
"Even though the winter here isn't as cold as the winter in Nagano, it's still—?!" Before Eijun's mouth finished babbling, lips that were slowly, but surely, becoming familiar were gently anchored on his own. It was light and chaste and sweet and Miyuki Kazuya's fingers were on his chest rolling sensitive nipples with cold and rough fingers. A high keen flew past his throat, this bastard… Eijun caught the perverted grin that spread on Miyuki's lips and felt cheated. He'll show him! Without thinking clearly, or of a plan of action, Eijun bit down on the lips softly pressed down on his own before he adjusted his position so he could grind down more harshly.
It elicited a groan, deep and guttural, from Miyuki, it seriously, maybe a bit too much, pleased Eijun that he could make sounds like that come out of Miyuki's mouth. Shudders ran down his spine with pleasure and mischief gleaming bright within his eyes. He was sure—made sure that—Miyuki felt the grin he sported with those bitten lips of his because the hands that were leaving feathery touches and trailing up and down his skin, teasing, flew down and grabbed his ass, with no preamble, abruptly.
And maybe Eijun was a bit lascivious, because, instead of swatting away the hands that were teasing his ass with slow, torturous kneading, he let out a moan so loud he had to dip his head down low to muffle it with Miyuki's clothes. "Ahhn! Mmn… Miyuki, stop."
"Hmm…" Miyuki hummed, noncompliant, as his hands continued to wander down along his thighs. Eijun can almost see the self-satisfied grin he was sure Miyuki was making as he practically purred into his skin. "Even though you're totally feeling it?'
"I… Ngh! Stop that, I came here to confess!" Eijun whined, hands lifting from Miyuki's muscled, toned arms to gently push him off. It surprisingly kept him at bay, at bay as he could with Eijun practically straddling Miyuki, anyway. "I—I like you a lot, Miyuki Kazuya!"
"Pfft…"
"You bastard! I just confessed and this is the response I get?!" Eijun huffed, looking several degrees more offended than he actually felt. Breathless and absolutely enamoured as he was, the wet, warm plunges of their tongues connecting paired with fleeting moments of his cold, slender fingers gliding across his skin had him reeling. It was a contrasting sensation that left him all dizzy and inevitably wanting for more.
"Sawamura, I'm so hard it hurts, isn't that enough of a response?" As if to prove a point, Miyuki leaned in and pressed their bodies together after barely parting at all, shamelessly grinding up on Eijun's own before stopping just after he let out a needy whimper. Teasing bastard.
"Don't—don't just say that! Have you no shame, Miyuki Kazuya?!" Try as he might, Eijun still looked flustered, red, fuming and embarrassed. He looked delectable, actually.
"When you finally become my boyfriend, do I finally get called senpai?" Still, it wouldn't be Miyuki Kazuya, if he didn't remind Eijun of the senpai fetish Eijun knows he has.
Hope and adoration fluttered inside Eijun's chest alongside fear and dread, he wanted to run away and stay here forever at the same time. With the moonlight encasing both of them in a realm where only the two of them exist, stuck in this moment where post makeout bliss made the two of them flushed and heaving and filling out negative spaces with impossibly close skin embracing skin. Boyfriend. "Are—are we?"
"I'll think about it."
Nevermind, Eijun definitely wants to run away from this bastard.
"...I'll get off of you then, I'll let you think about it for as long as you like!" Eijun attempts to push away Miyuki with a flimsy amount of force, damn bastard making him feel all gooey and weak right before acting like a jerk.
"Ah, I was kidding, I already told you how I felt?" Miyuki pulls him back in with a hug and maybe Eijun is a bit weak for Miyuki because he stops struggling... Eijun will never ever admit in the light of day that having Miyuki's arms around him made him feel warm and calm and happy but that doesn't stop him from nuzzling in—
"So?!"
"I want to be your boyfriend, Sawamura." Ah, that's not fair, Miyuki Kazuya. Eijun thinks to himself. The insides of Eijun squirm and feel fuzzy, how can he look at Eijun like that?
"...Maybe I should be the one to think about it then."
With no real amount of venom and a tone so full of fondness that Eijun feels like he's falling even harder, Miyuki steals a kiss before saying. "Brat."