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Mei’s senses are overwhelmed, the way they always are when he’s within mound distance of Kazuya. Though he loves seeing Kazuya in full gear and standing the standard eighteen and half meters away from him, the current amount of space between them runs a close second. That is, if he can even refer to the way he presses against Kazuya as “space.”
His body burns from both the touch of Kazuya beneath him and his own body getting very quickly riled up. With each meeting of their lips, Mei flattens Kazuya further into his mattress, hoping the action would trap him into the material like a bug stuck in amber. Kazuya, surprisingly, doesn’t find the act suffocating. In fact, he’s receptive to the move and brings a hand up to the back of Mei’s neck as if trying to pull him down and trap him there as well.
Their lips fit perfectly together, confirming what Mei had spent the greater part of his life suspecting. Kazuya tastes like the beer he had been sipping on during their dinner mixed with the chilly menthol of Mei’s lip balm that he had asked to borrow.
Mei had been applying it after the habitual meal they shared after a game played against each other. Then, Kazuya had casually asked for some of it as if the question were as inconsequential as “Can you pass the salt?” or “Do you know where the restroom is?”. It had been especially loaded given the way Kazuya had looked at him from behind the table’s candlelit glow, or the way the toe of Kazuya’s shoe had been creeping into the hem of Mei’s pants and gently scratching at the skin of his ankle.
Mei had wanted to look away. He had wanted to kick his foot away. He should have denied Kazuya's request and teased that he should’ve had the foresight to bring his own lip balm. But he didn’t. Instead, his arms responded to the request without the consent of Mei’s mind, and he reached across the table to squeeze a small amount onto Kazuya’s index finger.
As Mei fulfilled his request, Kazuya kept his gaze locked on Mei, who pretended to be much more focused on his actions than he needed to be, and smirked with the confidence of someone who had just won a game. Only when Mei pulled back did Kazuya look away and bring his finger to his lips, seductively spreading an even, thin layer.
Okay, maybe he didn’t do it with the intention of being seductive—actually, scratch that, he definitely didn’t because god knows Kazuya is incapable of oozing any sex appeal unless he’s got a full team of makeup artists and personal stylists to do the leg work for him. Mei desperately needs to get his eyes checked. Do they offer surgeries to remove the rose-colored Kazuya glasses with which he’s been afflicted for the greater part of his life?
Mei had no other option but to invite Kazuya back to his place.
He didn’t supply a reason for the invite, and Kazuya didn’t push for one. He had accepted without hesitation. That was a first.
It’s embarrassing that his breaking point is stupid Kazuya rubbing stupid lip balm over his stupid lips, but he doesn’t have time to dwell on it when Kazuya is sliding down past his lips and tracing a wet trail down to the collar of his shirt. Kazuya hooks a finger onto the fabric to pull it down, allowing him to continue his route down to his collarbone undisturbed. Once his collar has been stretched to its limit, Kazuya grabs at the bottom of Mei’s shirt and pushes it up. He shifts down to kiss at his exposed belly, and Mei half gasps and half laughs at the ticklish sensation.
Just as Kazuya was about to get to work on Mei’s belt, Mei puts a palm to Kazuya’s cheek and pushes him to the side. He grunts out a noise that’s a cross between confusion and protest, but sits back nonetheless.
“Did…you not want this...or…?” Kazuya draws out the question. His glasses sit skewed on his nose and are smudged from rubbing them against Mei’s skin, and his lips are tinted a lovely pink. Mei wants to soak in the image a little more, but he also wants to get back to what they were doing as quickly as possible.
“No! No. I do want to.” Mei responds quickly before Kazuya could doubt himself any more. His face portrays disappointment at Mei’s first ‘No’, but relaxes once Mei clarifies his intentions. Mei files that information away in the folder of items he can use to annoy Kazuya later. “Give me one second.”
Mei climbs off of the bed, smirking with the mischief of a kid up to no good, and skips one room over to his office. He throws open his top left desk drawer and grabs one of the papers from the unnecessarily large stack. He had printed about a quarter ream’s worth of copies but probably has only used four or five. Might as well take the opportunity to use one when he can.
When he gets back to his bedroom, Kazuya is sitting patiently on his bed with his hands in his lap. He raises an eyebrow when Mei walks in but drops the expression once Mei slams the paper into his chest.
“What’s this?” Kazuya asks, pulling back the paper to read its contents. Mei says nothing as his irises flick across the page. He bites back a grin as he waits to bask in the entertainment that will be brought by Kazuya’s reaction.
It only takes a couple of seconds for Kazuya to catch onto what Mei had given him, and once he realizes, he can’t stop himself from barking out in laughter.
“An NDA? Really, Mei?”
Mei smirks and nods. “Yep.”
“What are you scared of exposing? How awful of a lay you are?”
Of course Kazuya won’t indulge Mei in his games; he can’t let Mei have anything without finding a way to turn it into a weapon to annoy the daylights out of Mei as well.
Mei crosses his arms in front of his head and narrows his eyes. “You’ll be eating your words in about a minute after you sign that paper.”
Kazuya’s eyes continue to scan over the page, amusement growing on his face with each sentence that he finishes. “This is really good, really thorough, I commend your legal team for this work.”
“Only the best of the best for me.” Mei boasts, his chest puffed out with pride. “Now are you going to sign the damn thing or not?”
“And if I refuse?” Kazuya asks because he’s a piece of shit.
“Then I’m going to kick you out of my house before you learn too much. I can’t have you walking out of here with unrestricted insider information.”
“Oh, I already know enough.” Kazuya says, standing from the bed and striding towards Mei. “And I don’t think you want to be left alone to deal with this…”
Kazuya slides a knee between Mei’s legs, but Mei refuses to back down that quickly in spite of how badly he wants to get things moving. It takes all his strength to lift a hand and push his leg down. Luckily, Kazuya acquiesces easily to the movement.
“Signature first.” Mei insists, holding the paper back up.
Kazuya snatches it back out of Mei’s hands with a look of playful aggravation. “You didn’t even bring me a pen. Come on, Mei. The first rule of getting an autograph from one of the hottest players in the league is to be prepared.”
Mei rolls his eyes. “I know you aren’t referring to your stats when you say that. I’m not that far behind you batting average-wise.”
Mei says it like it’s the first time he’s brought it up, but it’s been his favorite tool to use to shut up Kazuya’s wiseass remarks since the start of the season. But can you blame him? He’s a pitcher, and his performance in the box so far this season is unprecedented for him. Plus, he’s hoping to rile Kazuya up a bit. A little healthy competition with Mei always manages to kick him out of his slumps and back into gear. Though, sometimes the wounds of his underperformance are too raw, and it swiftly kills the conversation altogether. Mei prays his little gamble doesn’t work against him.
Kazuya must be in a good mood, because he takes the comment with grace and responds in the same even tone. “So, you agree I’m good-looking?”
“It’s not like you to fish for compliments, Kazuya.”
“You’re still not disagreeing.”
Mei huffs. “I’ll admit to having certain standards when it comes to the people I bed. And at this rate, we aren’t even making it to the bed. Sign the damn paper, Kazuya.”
“I still need a pen.”
Mei heaves out a dramatic sigh and leaves the bedroom once again to grab a pen for the handsome idiot in his room.
He holds the ballpoint pen out for Kazuya, “Here.”
Kazuya grabs it and uncaps the pen with his teeth. Mei stands motionless in front of him as he tries to convince himself that the act isn’t the hottest thing he’s seen in his adult life.
He diligently reads the lines out loud one last time, nodding in acceptance at each statement.
“Okay. Turn around and bend over,” he says once he’s satisfied.
“Excuse me? Sign the paper first!” Mei protests, cheeks heating up.
“I appreciate the enthusiasm but get your mind out of the gutter,” Kazuya laughs, knowing full well his choice of words was intentional. “I need a flat surface to write.”
Even though there’s a perfectly functional bedside table to his right to which Mei could divert Kazuya, Mei concedes and turns around. He feels Kazuya press the paper into his back and drag the pen across it to write his signature. The scratch of the pen across his back is actually quite nice and sends a slight shiver up his spine.
“And done.”
Mei turns around at his announcement.
“You know, you’ve really killed the mood, Kazuya.”
“What? Whipping out a legal contract in front of your potential conquests doesn’t get them turned on? I’m shocked.”
“They don’t usually give me so much lip. They usually just sign without looking to get to the goods.”
“That’s bad practice.”
“God, just shut your mouth and kiss me now.”
Kazuya chuckles and leans into him, but turns his face away at the last second. “Do you have a printer? I want a scanned copy for my own records.”
Mei groans, “No, I don’t.”
Mei leans forward to try and grab a kiss again, but Kazuya pushes him back. “Then we should go to the library.”
“It’s 10 p.m., they’re not open!”
Kazuya has the audacity to laugh. “You should see the look on your face right now.”
Mei’s face flushes red. “I’m going to rip this up.”
“Nooo don’t,” Kazuya whines out. “Then I can spill all your secrets. Plus, I think I want to frame it.”
Mei turns to sit on the bed and crosses his arms with a deep pout, NDA still in hand albeit much more crumpled than when he first brought it out. Kazuya sits next to him on the bed and starts kissing him on the neck. Mei doesn’t react in protest of Kazuya’s successful retaliation to Mei’s antics.
Kazuya pulls back when he realizes Mei plans to hold his ground. “Aw, don’t be upset about this thing you started.”
Mei pivots his head to glare at Kazuya.
Kazuya laughs again. He gently removes the paper from Mei’s hand and carefully places it on the bedside table. “You went out of your way for that,” Kazuya gestures towards the NDA. “We can’t let it go to waste.”
“You’ve destroyed any desire I had to sleep with you.” Mei bluntly states.
Kazuya plants a hand on his upper inner thigh, and Mei has to ignore how his body tingles under the touch. “I somehow don’t believe that. But even if I did, at least give me the chance to earn it back.”
“And why should I?”
Kazuya kisses his neck again and pulls back until his lips are just ghosting over his ear. “Because you would hate yourself tomorrow morning if you knew you had me like this and gave it up over something so small.”
Mei shivers at his warm breath and pushes Kazuya onto the bed before straddling him and pinning him down by the shoulders. “I fucking hate you.”
With adoration in his eyes and tone, Kazuya replies back, “I know you do.”