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The train ride to Iwatobi from Yokohama was a pretty long ride. A little more than six hours, with a line change at Okayama station. Kise was feeling tired and hungry when he got off the train at the Iwatobi station around noon. He was used to being up early for practice, but he was used to actually doing things instead of just sitting around watching the scenery go by. Actually, now that he thought about it, that sounded like class, and he sometimes dozed off during lectures. So maybe it wasn't so different.

The trip had been nice. He came down early so he could spend the rest of the afternoon with Yamazaki before retiring to his hotel for the evening for an even earlier start for tomorrows shoot, and then hopefully spend that afternoon with Yamazaki as well before getting back on the train to be back in Yokohama on Monday morning. Thankfully it was a teachers' conference that day because other he might have seriously considered skipping. He wouldn't because that would make Kasamatsu mad, and Kise had the current policy of trying to keep his captain happy. It didn't always work.

He cast his eyes about. Looking for Yamazaki. It had been awhile since he had seen him. And, ah, there he was. He was taller than last time they saw each other two years ago, but now Kise had a couple centimeters on him. He was still as broad shouldered as ever, broader now. It was a good look on him. He took off the sunglasses and knit cap he was wearing to disguise himself and waved before making his way over to him. "Yamazakicchi!" He chirped happily. "Long time no see!"

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“I’m not surprised.” Sousuke figured the other boy probably paid more attention to the attention than he did. The thumb slipped over his chest again and the swimmer gasped, only to clamp his mouth shut once more as a tiny pink played on his face. Two could serve that game… His own hand moved up, gliding over Kise’s back to his neck, fingers traipsing along his hairline.

As Kise settled his hand at his waist, Sousuke arched a brow at the grin. Then tensed up when the blonde abruptly caught onto his ass. Firm muscle hardened under his hand and Sousuke grunted in surprise before pushing back into it a little. “You always this bold?” he murmured before surging forward and capturing Kise’s mouth with a kiss, dunking the two of them underwater a moment later. Amid the flurry of bubbles and wet, he pushed his arousal against the other’s, rubbing to him intensely.

Ryouta made a pleased sound when began to play along his hair line. He liked they way Sousuke's face turned pink.

"Did you expect anything else?" Oh, he liked how Sousuke's backside felt under his hands. He liked it a lot. He wondered how far would this go. Probably not all the way. He didn't think to bring condoms. He had some in his room if they wanted a repeat performance later. He wondered what Sousuke's preferences were. Top, bottom? Ryouta could go either way.

He's train of thought was cut off as Sousuke pushed him under while kissing him. He yelped and and shut his eyes tight while both arms instinctively wrapped around the swimmer's middle.

And then Sousuke was rubbing their erections together fast and in the water it felt so good.

He held out as long as he could, but eventually pushed up for air. "Fuck," he moaned, bucking his hips back against Sousuke.

Sousuke reclaimed the kiss the moment they were underwater, eyes closing again as he sank into the mixed cool of the sea and the warmth of Ryouta's body. He arched his back into the arms wrapping around his middle, spine curving as his own arms circled the blonde's shoulders and hips, fingers playing over the lines of his collarbone and pelvis. Hips bucked and he groaned into the kiss as their erections slipped against each other quicker and pleasure lanced over his skin. As long as they could before the other boy needed to return to the surface.

The water broke and he tossed his head a little, panting softly as he tread water, legs brushing over Ryouta's as he continued moving his hips, thrusting against him over and over. “You feel nice,” he whispered, middle finger wandering over the cleft of the other athlete's ass. He was already thinking about where this was going. All the way in the sea was probably not a smart idea, but they did have towels up there... But he had no idea about his friend's preferences, whether he liked going all the way, wanted to stop at jerking of oral, or whether he topped or bottomed. Sousuke assumed someone like Ryouta was more a switch. Personally, he considered himself one as well, but given his size and personality and looks, one was certainly a lot more expected for him...

“Wanna move this to the beach or stay out here?” he purred, content with either idea. Sure they weren't done swimming yet, but this wasn't exactly swimming.

"Beach," Ryouta moaned out as Sousuke ran his finger along him. He shifted his hips, inviting Sousuke to explore further. He gave Sousuke a smile. Seemed like Sousuke wanted to top. That's fine. More then fine. He was happy to go either way, but he did have a slight preference for bottoming. He kissed Sousuke again, quickly, hungrily.

"You feel really good too." He nipped at Sousuke's lips. "Did you bring any protection with you?"

He hadn't planned on this, and he doubted that Sousuke had either, but some guys kept a condom or two in their wallet just in case. He didn't think Sousuke was the type, but one could never tell. If he didn't, well, he trusted Sousuke.

Sousuke delayed a little as he traced his finger around the delta a few more times, then glanced over to the beach a ways off from them. Ryouta’s moan dragged into his ears and he pressed his finger lower when the blonde shifted his hips in invitation. Enough for his fingertip to find the small ring of muscle between his cheeks. Teal eyes lidded slightly on the other athlete’s smile and he leaned forward to answer the kiss, his own deeper and a little slower, but intense. “Beach,” he murmured into the kiss before kicking with his legs and carrying them both towards the shore.

The kiss broke when they were halfway there and Sousuke blinked at the teeth pricking at his lips, and the question. “Uh, no.” Oops. It wasn’t like he’d planned on this either (though swimming naked was somewhat asking for something to happen). He still wasn’t keen on carrying around condoms either, especially not in his wallet. As his feet found the ocean floor and he waited for Ryouta to get his own legs down, he shifted against him, bodies still together and hard in the cool waters. “Is that still okay?” Some guys didn’t like barebacking so… Being tactful here.

Ryouta laughed. "This was very spur of the moment," he said. He kissed Sousuke again before pulling away from him. He shivered, already missing the other boy's heat.

He thought about it for a moment. Taking Sousuke's hand he lead them back to the beach. His brain was telling to wait, but the rest of him wanted now. "I trust you," he said, kissing him again before lowering himself down to the towels, pulling Sousuke down with him. "I want you," he murmured against the other boy's lips.

Sousuke leaned into the kiss before heading further up the beach as Ryouta moved in front of him, his hand linked with the other boy’s and tugging him along. He didn’t miss the shiver; despite the warm sun overhead, the beach breeze was still rather cool. All the more reason to get back together again, Ryouta’s warmth still clinging as it could to his body. He wanted it back…

Maybe they should have waited, taking some patience, gone back to the basketball player’s room. But… Sousuke tilted his head at the kiss before those soft words ghosted over his lips. “Same,” he murmured, eyes lowering as Ryouta did, following him down to the towels below. His arm extended to the limit and then he leaned down when his friend pulled him. Sousuke landed on his knees, water dripping down his body as he pressed into the kiss again, his arousal throbbing heatedly against Ryouta’s as he pressed between his legs. “Should’ve told me it’d be this deep a reunion,” he murmured with a pleasured hum against the blonde’s mouth.

"I had no idea it'd be this deep," Ryouta replied quietly and kissed Sousuke softly. Their erections slid against each other and Ryouta let out a quiet moan. The heat between them was back, and keeping them warm in the cool sea breeze. He had forgotten the sea could get cold, even in the heat of summer.

"But I'm not complaining," he said. He looked up at Sousuke, smiling. This wasn't romance. This was a deep friendship, even though they hadn't seen each other since they were both in middle school. He spread his legs further for Sousuke, indicating what he wanted. This was so unplanned. Did he...

He reached over, blindly grouping for his bag. Maybe he had some lube left over from his last escapade. His hand found his bag, reached in, ah, there, a little bottle. He pulled it out and put it in Sousuke's hand.

Sousuke hummed into the kiss. It was what it was now and there was no turning back; he’d already dove in. He pushed his hips forward, actively tracing his cock against Ryouta’s, feeling the size and shape all over again. Cool drops of seawater clashed with warmer orbs of sweat as the sun glowed down from above and he pushed the blonde’s back firmly against the towels below.

“Didn’t think you’d whine about it,” he murmured as the kiss broke and he leaned back to gaze down at him. So both of them had someone special to them, and yet this was happening now… Guess it wasn’t bad for two friends to explore, especially after being apart for so long. They’d changed, grown up, and this kind of… happened. As strong legs spread away from his hips, he shifted his body, moving more onto his knees so he could drag his arousal off of his friend’s and then lower it like he wanted. The head of his length nudged against the other athlete’s balls, dripping a little from his excitement, and Sousuke paused when he felt Ryouta reach for something.

Teal eye glanced up as blind motions flopped around the bag. What was he…? “Hm. Leftovers?” No way had Kise prepared for this. Unless he always kept some lube with him. Sousuke caught the little bottle and popped it with his thumb easily. He inverted it, letting some of the liquid drip down onto his palm and fingers before flipping it back over, capping it, and looking back down at Ryouta. “Prep?” he murmured quietly, fingers curling into his palm and working on slicking up.

"I have an active sex life," Ryouta said, pouting a bit. "But you shouldn't complain it'll make it better."

Already he was shivering from the thought, watching as Sousuke slicked up his fingers. A pearl of precum formed at his tip and slid down his shaft. He wanted Sousuke bad. With the other athlete's dick pocking his balls (and he swears he can feel Sousuke leaking on them) just made him feel hotter.

He shifted his hips, the head of Sousuke's cock rubbing the underside of his balls. "Yes, prep please. You're bigger then most of my partners." Not to mentioned he topped more then half the time with the other models he had been with.

“Who said I’m complaining?” Sousuke hummed with an arched brow and a hint of a smirk. It wasn’t like Sousuke was some celibate teenager.

He twisted his fingers around each other, working the lube between his digits. Teal eyes lowered, watching the bead of clear liquid well at the tip of Ryouta’s erection and wander down his length. Hot… “You’re eager,” he murmured, voice almost a purr as he nudged his hips forward a bit and slowly thrust the leaking tip of his own cock against his friend’s balls. It was teasing, but felt amazing as the liquid began collecting and dripping towards the blonde’s entrance as Ryouta lifted his hips.

“Comparing on sight?” Sousuke leaned forward and captured Ryouta’s mouth with his own, eyes closing as he kissed him and pressed his head flush against the towel again. He rolled onto his knees and slipped his hand down, fingers tracing up the lower cleft of Ryouta’s ass and slipping between his cheeks. Until he found the clenching ring between them and firmly, but slowly, pressed the tip of bother fingers against him. Not planning on stopping until he was knuckles deep inside.

"Hard not to," Ryouta murmured before Sousuke kissed him. "You're pretty big."

And then there it was, Sousuke's fingers sliding between his ass, finding his entrance. He moaned into the kiss, the touch enough elicit a wave of pleasure through him. He relaxed and let Sousuke push the finger in. "Yes," he whispered against Sousuke's lips.

Sousuke was in him, stretching him out. And it felt good. There was the normal pain of being stretched out, but it was over ridden by the pleasure that finger was bringing him.

Sousuke hummed softly and twisted his hand a little, twining his finger inside the other athlete’s ass. He nudged his free hand forward and dragged his middle finger up Ryouta’s length, tracing the size and shape of his erection. “You’re no slouch in the size department either,” he murmured as the kiss broke again and he slowly curled his finger in a “come here” motion.

He could feel Ryouta stretching around him and continued the two motions, curling his finger and twisting his wrist to spread him, waiting until the pain died away. Always happened. Once he did, then he let himself draw his hand back, sliding his finger out of the other boy, and added a second before he pushed the pair back in. “Do this often, Ryouta?”

Ryouta moaned as Sousuke curled the finger in him. "Not as often as people think," he said. "But often enough. I top mostly, because well," he smiled. "Like you said, I'm no slouch size wise."

In both body type and cock size. "You think I'm big you should see Murasakibaracchi. He's, ah~, proportional." Not that he did anything with Murasakibara, but it's hard not to notice the purple haired titan in the showers, even Akashi took notice, and until recently Ryouta had been convinced Akashi was ace.

And then Sousuke added the second finger and he let out another moan. "Ah, more," he whimpered. This was why he preferred to bottom. This slow build up was delicious torture.

Sousuke’s breathing picked up a little as he listened to Kise’s voice, the sound mingling with the sensation’s clenching around his fingers. “Guess we’re in the same boat,” he murmured, eyes wandering down the blonde’s body. “Expected to fall in a certain role because of your size.” In full agreement with Kise’s internal thoughts as to what “size” could mean.

He twisted both fingers once they were inside Kise securely, knuckles spreading the other boy’s entrance as they ground lightly against his skin. “I’ll pass. I’m a little distracted by some blonde guy at the moment,” Sousuke murmured. Though he knew a few guys over in Tokyo that were even bigger than him, so he knew what Kise was talking about.

That whimper earned a nod and Sousuke pulled the two digits out of him. Took his time twining the two around his fourth finger and then pressed the tips of all three to Kise’s rear. A firm, but controlled push—“Mhn”—and with a soft, short groan from his own mouth, he pushed all three inside. “You feel good.”

"Y-yeah," he said, looking up at Sousuke. He didn't mind topping, hell, who minded topping? But he did have slight, very slight, preference to bottom. "Ah~ Next time I'll take you if you want."

He laughed, almost giggled, when Sousuke said he was distracted by 'some blond guy.' "I'm glad. I don't mind sharing, but Murasakibara doesn't." Murasakibara was a jealous lover, which Kise thought was silly, Murasakibara was a size queen's dream come true. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, Muraskibara was the biggest he ever saw in the showers, and that was soft.

Before his mind could wonder Sousuke took his fingers out, causing him to whimper, but then Sousuke was sliding three fingers into him. "Oh, god, yes!" he moaned out, back arching. "I feel good?" he asked after he caught his breath, smiling at Sousuke, his eyelids heavy. "God, your fingers feel amazing. I can't wait for your dick."

Sousuke lowered his gaze, still pink under the eyes from the sensations and setting, and now with that little agreement from Kise. Guess they were both speaking the same thoughts. “I’d… like that,” he whispered, voice tense from the pleasure wandering over his fingers and up his arm. Sousuke liked going both ways, but bottoming was rarer for him, which made it a little more tantalizing.

“Sharing’s only a problem if you’re going steady,” he retorted with a small smirk. And since neither of them currently were, bar their interests in certain captains… Sousuke leaned down and wandered his lips over Kise’s chin, taking in the taste of the sea and the warmth of the sun. As the beach breeze wandered over his naked skin, he was very much aware again at just how public they were, even if they were in a relatively-secluded cove.

He slowly fanned all three fingers, spreading Kise open around them. “Heh,” he panted. “Like that?” Of course he did; he just listened to Kise moan those words. Sousuke dragged his fingers backwards, keeping them spread almost all the way to his entrance before letting them close and slip out of the other athlete’s body. Then began working them back in one at a time. “Aa, you feel amazing,” he answered as his eyes lidded halfway. A few more thrusts with his fingers and he finally pulled them out entirely.

And reached down to give himself a few strokes. “Lift your legs up, Ryouta.”

Ryouta smiled and turned his head to capture those lips kissing at his chin. "Then I'll make sure it happens before I leave he said. And that was a promise he was very willing to keep. Sousuke had an amazing ass; he was sure being inside of it would feel as amazing as looking at it.

He lowered his head back to the blanket, looking up at the swimmer, enjoying how good he looked with that pink flush on his skin. Already he could picture himself over Sousuke, summoning that same blush out the other boy.

"Mmm, I think sharing's okay so long as everyone agrees and stays honest," Ryouta murmured as Sousuke continued to stretch him out. Ryouta knew most people weren't like that, but he held out hope he would one day find someone who was. He had a lot of love to give.

"Fucker," he growled playfully as Sousuke slipped his fingers out and lifted his legs, spreading them open for Sousuke. "I'm ready."

So ready for it.

Edited 2016-06-06 23:50 (UTC)

Sousuke accepted the kiss with a low hum before tipping his head forward and resting his forehead against the blonde’s. “I’ll hold you to that,” he murmured, tracing his lips over the other boy’s as he pressed his fingers in a little further. The thought of Ryouta between his legs was as alluring as being between the blonde’s, something he had no intention of giving up either.

The kiss broke and he leaned back, rolling his shoulders beneath the sun. Sousuke spread his fingers inside Ryouta, stretching him out a few more times before he finally pulled his hand back, taking his time to extract the twin digits from his friend’s body. He knew they’d both been with other guys, but still wondered what others thought of the sight of Ryouta leaning back below them.

A dark brow arched at the “insult,” and he smirked slightly. “I’m about to,” he purred before reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock. The mixture of saliva, Ryouta’s liquid, and his own precum gave him a nice slick as he pumped himself a few times. Teal eyes drank in the sight of the other athlete lifting his legs and spreading them for him. “Shit… that’s hot,” he whispered, not needing to be told Ryouta was ready. He looked like a damn porn star right now.

Unable to take it anymore, Sousuke rolled forward onto his knees and pressed his hands to the backs of the other’s thighs. Then slid them upward, wandering over muscular lines and smooth skin, fingers spreading to trace the tendons on the backs of his knees before he finally curled them about the blonde’s ankles. He shifted his hips, cock bobbing between his legs a little as he angled himself. The second his dripping head caught at the tight pucker of skin, the swimmer pressed forward, penetrating his friend with a smooth, fluid motion.

Ryouta thought the same of Sousuke at that moment. He had such good looking friends. His eyes wandered down Sousuke's body. All those muscles from training and conditioning. He couldn't wait until Sousuke was in him and he could feel those muscles against him.

He continued to look down, those wonderful abs, to Sousuke's cock as the other boy slicked himself up. It had been awhile since someone topped him, and that guy hadn't been as big as Sousuke, he shivered with anticipation. This was going to be fun.

And the Sousuke was touching his legs, the blunt head of his cock against Ryouta's entrance, and then sliding in easily. Ryouta hissed in pleasure as he felt himself being stretched out even further.

"Sousuke," he moaned out as his friend entered him. "God, you feel amazing."

Edited 2016-06-09 23:25 (UTC)

Sousuke wasn’t at all lost to the realization pretty much all of his friends were like this. Sculpted and handsome, athletes in their prime with muscular bodies and agile figures. But there was something entirely special about seeing those golden eyes wander down his body, looking at him, his own shape and size, and finally settle on his cock as he slicked himself. He felt that shiver and a faint hum of amusement slipped through his body. With a little nudge, he had himself ready, hesitated for a second right at the start, and then—

Gods…

Sousuke clenched his hands hard around Ryouta’s ankles, as much to keep the other boy’s legs spread as it was to hold himself up. One eye closed instantly and cringe of pleasure crossed his features as the tip of his cock was swallowed in a hot, wet body. He hadn’t thought he’d go in that easily; he was pretty big himself. But apparently lube, three fingers, and a highly-aroused teenager were a good enough combination. The hiss joined his own inhale of bliss and he continued to move, slowly but steadily gliding more of himself into his friend.

“Stop… taking my words,” he teased huskily as he twitched his cock. “Halfway, Ryouta.” And the blonde already looked pretty stretched.

"Then back them up," Ryouta said and pushed back against Sousuke, inviting him in further, wanting to be filled by Sousuke's cock.

He was a little surprised by how easily Sousuke was taking him, but the swimmer had done a superb job at stretching him out, and he was so horny. "Fuck," he moaned out as Sousuke gave his cock a twitch.

"C'mon, don't tease me," he said, looking up at Sousuke with heavy lidded eyes. His hair fell across his eyes messily. "God, you feel so good," he repeated, because, needed repeating.

“Heh.” Sass. Sousuke drew his hips back slightly as he felt Ryouta push back towards him, refusing to let him get any further down his shaft. Just to be a brat about him. Teal eyes lidded, darkening further as he took in the sight of the other athlete laying beneath him and looking up with those sex-laden eyes of his, golden bangs brushing across his face in a messily-attractive style. “Keep saying that, Ryouta.”

And then thrust forward, not hard, but a firm, smooth motions that drove his hips flush against the other boy’s ass and impaled him completely on the full length of his cock. Sousuke’s eyes widened and his chest dropped forward, head following with a hard breath. “God, you feel good,” he rushed out, clinging to the other boy’s legs and pushing on them to hold himself up and keep Ryouta spread open.

"Sousuke!" Ryouta whined. "Please, don't. Fuck, I want it so bad." He wanted to be filled by Sousuke's cock so bad.

And then Sousuke was thrusting into him. "Oh, fuck yes," he breathed out when Sousuke was fully in him. He pushed back, trying to get as much as he could. "Sousuke," he moaned softly and reached for him. "Kiss me," he demanded.

That breathless whine was answered with another solid thrust, enough to send the blonde’s legs bounding backwards on either side of Sousuke’s body. A low groan of pleasure rushed out as his entirety was wrapped in firm, clenching heat, and he shifted his legs to meet Ryouta’s backward thrust, cradling his hips against his thighs and waist. “Ryouta,” he breathed before leaning down and obeying the demand. Shoulders brushed hands and the insides of the basketball players arms as the swimmer drew close for another, deep kiss.

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