Kyoutani presses him into the sheets and the only thing that Yahaba can hear over the blood pounding in his head is the low thud of bass coming from Kyoutani's stereo, playing music to cover up the sound of them grinding against each other, gasping into each other's mouths, tugging at each other's clothes until they're naked and hard and desperate, watching each other, not breaking gaze even as their hips rock against each other.
Yahaba likes it like this, slowly and cautiously building up into something bigger, but what he wants is Kyoutani's teeth against his skin, blunt nails dragging down his skin, leaving red marks in their wake. He wants Kyoutani to be rough with him, the way they are when they push each other around between practice, half fighting, half playing, always ready to turn it into an all out brawl while the rest of their teammates pull each other apart. That's what Yahaba wants most right now, he wants that barely contained violence, he wants that wild look in Kyoutani's eyes,
Kyoutani leans in, biting Yahaba's lips hard and, well, that's a good start.
Yahaba bites right back and it just kind of goes from there. They bite whatever skin they can reach as Kyoutani leans over him, pulling Yahaba's thighs apart so he can settle between them a little more comfortable. Yahaba sinks his teeth into Kyoutani's shoulder, hard enough to leave a semi-circle imprint behind and he runs his tongue along it, liking the way it feels a little like a mark of ownership. Kyoutani responds in kind, covering Yahaba's neck with bites, his shoulders, his collarbone.
"Fuck, Kyoutani," Yahaba gasps, as Kyoutani sucks a mark just above his collarbone, then pulls away, grabbing for the lube and a condom.
Kyoutani isn't gentle about the way he spreads Yahaba open, but Yahaba doesn't want him to be. He loves the rough thrust of his fingers, the feeling of being spread open for him, the burn of it. Kyoutani's cock nudges against Yahaba's entrance, slowly pushing its way in.
"Yeah," Yahaba gasps, fingers digging into Kyoutani's arms, pulling him closer. "Come on."
Kyoutani fucks him hard, holding his legs up for more room. He pounds into Yahaba with small, snarling noises at the back of his throat, until Yahaba drags him down into a messy kiss, more teeth than anything else. Yahaba's lips feel so swollen already and he can't wait to see how bad they are once this is over, can't wait to run his tongue over them before Kyoutani does it for him instead, until Kyoutani can't resist biting on his swollen lips, making them even worse.
He's close, so wound up already, so desperate for more, no matter how much Kyoutani gives him. He gasps sharply as Kyoutani's fingers wrap around his cock, stroking it firmly, in time with their thrusts. Kyoutani hits Yahaba's prostate, making him cry out, trembling as he comes.
Kyoutani keeps fucking him, biting into Yahaba's neck hard until he comes, growling at the back of his throat. They pull apart, panting loudly as Kyoutani's music keeps playing, taking each other in, with all the new bite marks and bruises littered across each other's skin.
"You're hot like this," Kyoutai mutters, leaning in, sucking on Yahaba's lower lip. "With my marks on you."
"Likewise," Yahaba grins, biting Kyoutani's lips before Kyoutani can bite him first. "It's a nice reminder that you're mine."
Kyoutani snorts in reply, but doesn't say a word about Yahaba being wrong.
FILL: SWAG 2016
Yahaba likes it like this, slowly and cautiously building up into something bigger, but what he wants is Kyoutani's teeth against his skin, blunt nails dragging down his skin, leaving red marks in their wake. He wants Kyoutani to be rough with him, the way they are when they push each other around between practice, half fighting, half playing, always ready to turn it into an all out brawl while the rest of their teammates pull each other apart. That's what Yahaba wants most right now, he wants that barely contained violence, he wants that wild look in Kyoutani's eyes,
Kyoutani leans in, biting Yahaba's lips hard and, well, that's a good start.
Yahaba bites right back and it just kind of goes from there. They bite whatever skin they can reach as Kyoutani leans over him, pulling Yahaba's thighs apart so he can settle between them a little more comfortable. Yahaba sinks his teeth into Kyoutani's shoulder, hard enough to leave a semi-circle imprint behind and he runs his tongue along it, liking the way it feels a little like a mark of ownership. Kyoutani responds in kind, covering Yahaba's neck with bites, his shoulders, his collarbone.
"Fuck, Kyoutani," Yahaba gasps, as Kyoutani sucks a mark just above his collarbone, then pulls away, grabbing for the lube and a condom.
Kyoutani isn't gentle about the way he spreads Yahaba open, but Yahaba doesn't want him to be. He loves the rough thrust of his fingers, the feeling of being spread open for him, the burn of it. Kyoutani's cock nudges against Yahaba's entrance, slowly pushing its way in.
"Yeah," Yahaba gasps, fingers digging into Kyoutani's arms, pulling him closer. "Come on."
Kyoutani fucks him hard, holding his legs up for more room. He pounds into Yahaba with small, snarling noises at the back of his throat, until Yahaba drags him down into a messy kiss, more teeth than anything else. Yahaba's lips feel so swollen already and he can't wait to see how bad they are once this is over, can't wait to run his tongue over them before Kyoutani does it for him instead, until Kyoutani can't resist biting on his swollen lips, making them even worse.
He's close, so wound up already, so desperate for more, no matter how much Kyoutani gives him. He gasps sharply as Kyoutani's fingers wrap around his cock, stroking it firmly, in time with their thrusts. Kyoutani hits Yahaba's prostate, making him cry out, trembling as he comes.
Kyoutani keeps fucking him, biting into Yahaba's neck hard until he comes, growling at the back of his throat. They pull apart, panting loudly as Kyoutani's music keeps playing, taking each other in, with all the new bite marks and bruises littered across each other's skin.
"You're hot like this," Kyoutai mutters, leaning in, sucking on Yahaba's lower lip. "With my marks on you."
"Likewise," Yahaba grins, biting Kyoutani's lips before Kyoutani can bite him first. "It's a nice reminder that you're mine."
Kyoutani snorts in reply, but doesn't say a word about Yahaba being wrong.