Makishima shifted his hips, moving his weight from one leg to another as he held his bike upright. He could feel the eyes on him, slightly widening behind his black frames. It was a strange feeling, but he liked it when Kinjou watched him, when he followed the way Makishima’s tongue traced over a popsicle, how he watched when Maki’s hair fell over his shoulder when he bent over.
He felt a hand at his waist, just barely brushing it and then Kinjou’s voice was deep in his ear.
“You know what you’re doing to me, right?”
Maki grinned sheepishly and shifted his hips again, this time letting his leg just barely brush against Kinjou where he stood.
“We’re at school, Captain.” He said in response, and Kinjou moved away, pulling his hand back.
“I’ll see you at practice.” He said, though Makishima was sure they’d see each other sooner.
He wasn’t surprised to find himself pushed against the wall outside a cleaning closet a few hours later. It was lunch period and this section of the school was more or less deserted, though still patrolled by the occasional teacher and Kinjou was kissing and biting at his neck in a way that was sure to draw attention. Maki reached over, fumbling with the door handle before he opened the door and pulled them both inside.
The small room was dark, crowded and smelled strongly of chemicals but he couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of Kinjou’s hands as one of them unbuttoned his pants and the tug of his lips and teeth against the skin of his neck.
“You’ve been teasing me all day.” Kinjou said once Maki’s pants were fully unbuttoned and Makishima only swallowed and nodded in response. “I can’t believe you’re such a tease.”
“You’re just a pervert.” He replied and Kinjou laughed a little as he sunk to his knees, pulling Maki’s pants down with him. His legs were cold now, where the backs of his thighs pressed against the door but the drag of Kinjou’s fingertips against his skin felt like fire.
“Are you going to--ahhh--- touch me, or not?” Makishima tried to be calm, neutral, while Kinjou cupped him through his underwear, his voice hitched in an embarrassing way though and Kinjou pulled his underwear down just far enough to get his hand around Makishima’s dick.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Kinjou said quietly as he leaned up on his knees and wrapped his mouth around the head of Maki’s cock. Makishima clapped a hand over his own mouth to stifle the moan. Kinjou’s mouth was working him, bobbing up and down while one hand helped and his other slid under the fabric of his underwear to grope his ass.
Maki could feel the tension in his leg muscles as they strained to keep him upright. He was biting down on his hand now, covering any moans until they were nothing but pitiful whimpers. Kinjou was relentless in his motions, even when he pulled back to suck in a deep breath his hand took the place of his mouth, pumping hard as if he was determined to make Maki fall apart.
“Are you close?” He asked during one of those brief moments and Maki hoped he could see the frantic way he nodded his head in response. He couldn’t form words but his hips were thrusting forward and his muscles were shaking with effort.
“Come for me, Yuusuke, I want to taste you.” His voice was rough and he sucked Maki back in, running his tongue over the underside of his cock before pulling back to lick at the slit and Maki was finished. He bucked hard, fucking into Kinjou’s mouth and wrapped a hand around the back of Kinjou’s head while he came. He couldn’t contain his moan, and it rang loud in the small room as he collapsed to the floor.
They sat in silence, only Maki’s heavy breathing and the sound of Kinjou spitting into a bucket could be heard.
“That’s disgusting.” Makishima said with a small laugh.
“Better than swallowing.” He replied before moving over to lean against the door beside him.
“Swallowing isn’t so bad.”
Kinjou cocked his head and, though it was dark, Makishima thought he could see a challenging look in his eye. “Is it? Want to prove that?”
FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Rated: E
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Makishima shifted his hips, moving his weight from one leg to another as he held his bike upright. He could feel the eyes on him, slightly widening behind his black frames. It was a strange feeling, but he liked it when Kinjou watched him, when he followed the way Makishima’s tongue traced over a popsicle, how he watched when Maki’s hair fell over his shoulder when he bent over.
He felt a hand at his waist, just barely brushing it and then Kinjou’s voice was deep in his ear.
“You know what you’re doing to me, right?”
Maki grinned sheepishly and shifted his hips again, this time letting his leg just barely brush against Kinjou where he stood.
“We’re at school, Captain.” He said in response, and Kinjou moved away, pulling his hand back.
“I’ll see you at practice.” He said, though Makishima was sure they’d see each other sooner.
He wasn’t surprised to find himself pushed against the wall outside a cleaning closet a few hours later. It was lunch period and this section of the school was more or less deserted, though still patrolled by the occasional teacher and Kinjou was kissing and biting at his neck in a way that was sure to draw attention. Maki reached over, fumbling with the door handle before he opened the door and pulled them both inside.
The small room was dark, crowded and smelled strongly of chemicals but he couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of Kinjou’s hands as one of them unbuttoned his pants and the tug of his lips and teeth against the skin of his neck.
“You’ve been teasing me all day.” Kinjou said once Maki’s pants were fully unbuttoned and Makishima only swallowed and nodded in response. “I can’t believe you’re such a tease.”
“You’re just a pervert.” He replied and Kinjou laughed a little as he sunk to his knees, pulling Maki’s pants down with him. His legs were cold now, where the backs of his thighs pressed against the door but the drag of Kinjou’s fingertips against his skin felt like fire.
“Are you going to--ahhh--- touch me, or not?” Makishima tried to be calm, neutral, while Kinjou cupped him through his underwear, his voice hitched in an embarrassing way though and Kinjou pulled his underwear down just far enough to get his hand around Makishima’s dick.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” Kinjou said quietly as he leaned up on his knees and wrapped his mouth around the head of Maki’s cock. Makishima clapped a hand over his own mouth to stifle the moan. Kinjou’s mouth was working him, bobbing up and down while one hand helped and his other slid under the fabric of his underwear to grope his ass.
Maki could feel the tension in his leg muscles as they strained to keep him upright. He was biting down on his hand now, covering any moans until they were nothing but pitiful whimpers. Kinjou was relentless in his motions, even when he pulled back to suck in a deep breath his hand took the place of his mouth, pumping hard as if he was determined to make Maki fall apart.
“Are you close?” He asked during one of those brief moments and Maki hoped he could see the frantic way he nodded his head in response. He couldn’t form words but his hips were thrusting forward and his muscles were shaking with effort.
“Come for me, Yuusuke, I want to taste you.” His voice was rough and he sucked Maki back in, running his tongue over the underside of his cock before pulling back to lick at the slit and Maki was finished. He bucked hard, fucking into Kinjou’s mouth and wrapped a hand around the back of Kinjou’s head while he came. He couldn’t contain his moan, and it rang loud in the small room as he collapsed to the floor.
They sat in silence, only Maki’s heavy breathing and the sound of Kinjou spitting into a bucket could be heard.
“That’s disgusting.” Makishima said with a small laugh.
“Better than swallowing.” He replied before moving over to lean against the door beside him.
“Swallowing isn’t so bad.”
Kinjou cocked his head and, though it was dark, Makishima thought he could see a challenging look in his eye. “Is it? Want to prove that?”
“Give me a few seconds first.”