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      Explicit
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      M/M
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      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Kominato_Haruichi, Sawamura_Eijun, Furuya_Satoru, Kuramochi_Youichi,
      Miyuki_Kazuya, Isashiki_Jun, Yuuki_Tetsuya
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      Battle, Bonds, masseur_head_cannons, just_in_general_loving_Haruichi_for
      being_such_a_great_wingman, the_porn_is_here..._(finally)_and_sorry_for
      making_you_all_wait!, bottom_Miyuki_because_I_was_feeling_that_way_(and
      so_was_he), craving_Miyuki's_massages_myself_after_this..., Rimming
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      Published: 2015-05-14 Completed: 2015-08-16 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 9230
****** How it Feels ******
by starrwinter
Summary
     Based on a idea sent to TrumpetGeek around masseur Miyuki and
     Haruichi... I'm not posting the whole conversation right away to
     avoid spoiling the next chapter.
     I've discovered secretly loving writing cute Haruichi ^___^
***** According to Plan *****
“Haruichi! Since Sawamura is busy killing Tetsu at shogi, and Furuya is being
annihilated at video games I guess you're the only one left to give my daily
massage.” Jun shouted out as soon as the pink-haired baseman entered the room.
Haruichi had wanted to talk with Eijun alone about some observations that were
bothering him. Actually, more like topics that seemed to be bothering Eijun
from recent practices, but of course the senpai had to invade the room for the
night.
“Of course, Isashiki-senpai…” Resigned to his fate he silently moved to his
side of the room before kneeling down to the floor. Jun took the hint and made
himself comfortable shifting onto his stomach, having already stolen one of
Sawamura’s pillows to use on the hard floor.
Haruichi knew he was good at giving massages and applied light pressure to his
senpai’s shoulders to find the tightest muscles before beginning. Of course it
was his right throwing shoulder that would be the worst, littered with knots
and tired muscles that needed to be stretched and relaxed.
He started out lighter and after hearing no complaints, moved more onto his
knees before applying his full weight into his movements and tips of his
fingers. Haruichi slowly felt Jun-san relaxing more and more into the floor and
started to hear a few mumbled groans into Sawamura’s pillow. He really didn't
want to be relegated to the position of the third years masseur, but if he was
helping the team it wasn't so bad.
Once all the knots and tightness were removed from the right, he moved onto his
left shoulder and then slowly progressed down each side of back muscles until
they too felt no residual tightness.
Trailing his fingers back up to Jun’s neck, he moved in slow circles before
providing what was his favourite part of a massage trailing into the coarse and
wild hair on his head. Scalp massages were secretly Haruichi’s favorite and he
never skipped them.
He poked Jun lightly on the shoulder, “Isashiki-senpai, do you still need a
foot massage?” but all he heard in response was a low rumble and light snoring.
Out like a light.
Haruichi looked up to see the shocked faces of Eijun and Yuki-senpai staring
back at him in awe. Kuramochi turned around after expecting a loud barked out
response from Jun only to see him snoring away, face first in the pillow on the
floor.
“Dibs!” Sawamura shouted before abandoning his game to Yuki to be next in line.
He quickly moved over to Haruichi, avoiding a kick from Kuramochi in the
process.
“Just who do you think you are demanding a massage before your senpai,”
Kuramochi snapped before looking over at Yuki.
“Makes no difference to me as I'm tired already and someone has to get the loud
mouth back to his room,” he stated packing up the board. He crossed to where
Jun was still snoring into the pillow, hiking him onto his shoulder.
"Geesh he's getting heavy... needs to cut down on the extra rice bowls..."
Tetsu complained to no one in particular before turning towards the door.
"Hmm... just how would you know that Yuki-senpai?" Haruichi inquired innocently
with only a light blush on his face.
Tetsu turned to the younger Kominato brother slowly growing redder by the
second considering how to answer his question. "You know, sometimes you're even
more cunning than Ryou-san..." He trailed off making an escape for the door,
snatching the board off the floor in his hasty retreat.
"Night captain!" Kuramochi cackled from in front of the television, with Furuya
adding a slight nod to the pair.
The door closed softly behind them leaving only the first year trio and
Kuramochi in the room. Kuramochi's focus swiftly returned to Sawamura and his
anger at not being next in line for a massage. Before he could act, Haruichi
intervened.
"Now now Kuramochi-senpai, I did want to talk with Eijun-kun so please let him
have the next turn. You can battle Furuya in the game for the one after." He
smirked playing on the upper class man's sense of victory.
"Fine! I'm taking you down Furuya-kun!" Kuramochi roared before starting
another round of the fighting game. Furuya just looked at Haruichi with dead
eyes. Oh there would be pay back, but right now Haruichi had other concerns.
He felt Eijun flop down to the floor and burrow quickly into his own pillow.
Haruichi turned his attention towards the pitcher catching the glint of golden
eyes staring back at him before his normal happy smile made an appearance.
'You're too damn cute Eijun-kun, and you wear your emotions on your sleeve. I
know your secret.' Haruichi gazed back actually letting one of his pink eyes
meet Eijun's, before returning a soft smile. Eijun dove immediately back into
the safety of the pillow the tips of his ears dusted with a light red blush.
Haruichi leaned down starting the same process he had used with Jun, except
lighter. He didn't want Eijun to fall asleep on him, unlike Jun who he wanted
out and quiet as quickly as he possibly could. He turned his attention to
Kuramochi who was now completely engrossed in battling for victory over Furuya
in the game, screams and insults being directed towards their characters as
they fought on.
"Eijun-kun, I actually came here tonight to talk to you... you know I've
noticed how strange you've been acting lately, right?" Haruichi spoke quietly,
just enough to be heard over the ruckus Kuramochi was shouting at the opposite
end of the room.
Sawamura's blush spread even more on his ears before he rapidly nodded a few
times into his pillow. Haruichi dug in a little harder into Eijun's left
shoulder feeling a particularly stubborn knot slowly coming loose under his
ministrations. He could feel Eijun relax and let out an exhale as soon as it
was loose.
"I have a plan though... we can start on it tomorrow if you want, Eijun-kun."
Eijun turned his head to direct a golden eye at Haruichi. He could tell the
excitement and nervousness at the same time in that stare.
"No need to be nervous, it will be as simple what we're doing right now. Just
pretend once afternoon practice is over your shoulder is a little more tender
than normal, and I'll take care of the rest." The golden eye swiftly returned
to hiding in the pillow before sinking down slightly deeper. "Eijun-kun, trust
me he likes you. You both spend enough time dancing around each other and
trying to hide the fact you're staring at each other when the other isn't
looking. I'm not wrong on this." Haruichi softly replied with a chuckle.
"But... how can you be so sure of it? What if he ends up ignoring me, or hating
me, or..." Eijun trembled slightly still with his face firmly hidden in the
pillow. He was nervous and the normally loud-mouthed, quick to act pitcher was
scared of going for something he truly wanted.
Haruichi laughed and a soft smile spread on his face. "You forget, I see the
way you two look at each other. I might have bangs and you both think I'm not
looking, but I see right through you. It's there. Don't doubt it for a second
and what is the worst thing that can happen? An even worse fate is ignoring
your feelings and putting off taking a chance and the regret over not having
tried anything at all."
He could see Eijun slowly relax again back again the floor, pondering his words
even more carefully than normal. He raised his shoulders turning his full
attention to Haruichi. "You're right. I can either sit around and keep doing
nothing. Keep wondering about the if's, then when's and the maybe's or I can
actually take a chance and settle it once and for all. Anything is better than
this pining state of limbo."
Haruichi was a little shocked. One for Eijun summing up his feelings so
eloquently, and the other for not screeching his reply so loudly that Kuramochi
and Furuya would over hear them.
"Okay, that's the plan for tomorrow. We'll put it into action after the
afternoon practice during stretching. No worries Eijun-kun, and if nothing
happens we can always think of a plan B."
Eijun reached up ruffling Haruichi's hair lightly while half-shouting, "Thanks
Harucchi!!! You're the best friend I could have!!!"
"What are you two knuckle-heads doing, now?" Kuramochi yelled from across the
room. He swiftly pushed up from the floor, sprinted the three steps to the
other side of the room before landing directly on Sawamura in another set of
elaborate wrestling moves.
"Your turn is over with Noisy-mura! I beat Furuya fair and square, so it's my
turn for a massage!" Kuramochi all but threw Sawamura from his spot on the
floor to his bed, flopping down in his place and cackling evilly in victory.
"Kuramochi-senpai," Haruichi started in a rare defensive tone, "Please do not
undue all the work I just put into relaxing Eijun-kun's shoulders!" Kuramochi
was a little shocked. He saw faintly for a brief second a flash of Ryousuke's
rage before Haruichi reverted to a full face blush. Sometimes he could tell
they really were brothers more than others.
"Ka ka ka yeah I know. I'm sorry, but he's just gets so loud we have to keep
the volume levels in check." Kuramochi smirked back.
Haruichi settled back down to the floor to give Kuramochi his massage to relax
him enough for sleep. He knew his plan would work and bring the other's sense
of competitiveness at beating little 'Ryou-san's brother.' A lazy grin spread
on his face. He couldn't wait until tomorrow to prove to Eijun he was right and
to finally put some of his fears and doubt to rest, for both of them.
***** Sound Strategy *****
Chapter Summary
     Continued cleaver Haruichi, clueless Eijun and cunning/opportunist
     Miyuki. One more chapter and sorry for saving the best parts until
     then... but waiting makes the heart grow fonder?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
 
He was    nervous. True, normally he was terrible at fielding    in the first
place    but  Harucci’s    plan constantly running    through    his head
was    distracting him in the    worst    of    ways. If  Zono’s  voice got any
louder    he was going to lose it by the end of practice.  Sawamura  felt a
little bad, but maybe he deserved it too for all the constant criticism    that
rained down during the afternoon.   
“Sawamura!” He froze. No. Not him. He didn't want to disappoint him and he was
already doing a perfect job of it this afternoon.    
“Yes… Chris- senpai?”    He turned slowly, golden eyes already directed at the
ground. His fielding was so disastrous and he knew    Chris would not allow him
to pitch    after his dismal performance.   Hearing nothing but silence for a
few heart stopping moments, he slowly looked back up to meet Chris' gaze.    
Sighing in only the way Chris could he took pity on the poor pitcher.  Sawamura
had been horrible all day missing one catch and play after another until he
came along to interrupt his practice.   
"Come on  Sawamura, I'll take pity on you JUST this once. Since it's obvious
you can't concentrate on fielding today and it's a lost cause, not too mention
Zono  needing a rest... let's head to the bullpen."   
Sawamura  was unable to stop the slow grin from spreading into his    full face
covering    sunshine smile directed straight at Chris. "Thanks Chris-senpai!"
He all but bellowed across the field, following at his heels straight towards
the bullpen.   
Staring at their retreating backs was a knowing set of pink eyes framed by
fringe. The focus of that stare shifted to the bullpen itself and another pair
of golden brown eyes filled with liquid fire watching the pair walk towards
them.    
 Two sets of eyes met each other from across the field, challenging one
another. One daring the other to make the move, the other shocked from the
aggressive nature in the stare which was normally calm and reserved. 'Do it,'
could clearly be communicated through the intense connection. 
It ended as suddenly as it began, the catcher turning his attention to the
ruckus of the two entering the bullpen while the other switched focus to the
fly ball heading his way in the field.   
 
Today might be very interesting.   
 
 
 
===============================================================================

 
 
Sawamura  was still frustrated. Thinking about  Haruichi's  comments from
yesterday, his train of thought seemed to permeate through every baseball
ability he had draining the energy slowly from him. This had turned out to be
such an unproductive day, and he didn't have to act out being tired, sore and
ready to throw in the towel already.   
He could feel sets of eyes watching his every move. Not just Chris-senpai's,
but Miyuki's and he was sure also  Haruichi's  from some unseen location.   
"That's enough  Sawamura. Apparently it wasn't just your fielding suffering
from an off day." Chris threw a critical eye his way, noticing the way he
rubbed the stress in his neck and shoulders. "You didn't injure yourself    did
you?"   
The   comment    drew even more looks from those in the bullpen, and one
intense aura from a    certain    catcher.    He   had a knack for   taking a
break from pitching with    Furuya  at the perfect moments to track  everyones
progress.   
"Oh course not, Chris-senpai! I just... didn't get much sleep. I'll do better!"
Sawamura  used his most effective puppy eyed stare at Chris. He didn't want to
stop pitching yet. Even if his entire body ached, if there was a catcher
willing to work with him he would pitch until falling over in exhaustion. There
was never enough time to practice, continually improve and inch his way towards
the ace position he so desperately craved.   
Chris cracked    his soft smile. The one reserved when he thought  Sawamura
was being an idiot, but an    adorable, lovable, energetic ball of sunshine
even if he wasn't feeling his best. He didn't look injured to his eyes, but
better to be safe than risk an injury from  Sawamura  pushing himself too far
like he was known to do.   
"Better to end off here I think. If you're too sore and tired, you only
increase your chances of actually causing    an injury."    
 
 
 
===============================================================================

 
 
As expected  Sawamura  pouted, pleaded and begged to continue throwing 'just
another ten balls,' but the catchers were having none of it. Chris-senpai  had
spoken and everyone listened, for good reason. Even a character smirking in the
background    didn't want to incur any of Chris’ stern looks or brooding
glares. He did want to catch  Sawamura's  pitches himself to see if anything
appeared    to be off… but there were other ways of collecting information.   
Kazuya was about to call it a day and rile up  Sawamura  once more in    good
fun   to check on him,    when    Haruichi  suddenly appeared from the shadows.
 
“Come on  Eijun-kun, let's stretch. I want to take a look at your throwing
shoulder too…”   
Kazuya could hear their speech    trailing off as they found a spot outside the
bullpen to stretch out tired muscles after the long practice.    He    sulked
just a little not even being asked by  Sawamura  for help with his stretches or
further bothered for more pitches. 
“Come on,  Furuya  time for us to    stretch too…” when Kazuya noticed the
first year had already disappeared. Probably already napping in a dark corner
somewhere.  Tch, he would give him a piece of his mind later.   
Exiting the bullpen gate, he carefully removed his catchers mask taking extra
care    to avoid    his glasses. With practiced, nimble fingers he reached
behind his shoulders to remove his chest guard before placing it in his gear
bag.   
A sudden noise turned his attention to the left, and other instincts
immediately began to flare.   
“There  Eijun-kun?    I feel tightness in your muscles, so hopefully you didn't
pull or strain anything today…” Kazuya could    feel a light flush rising on
his cheeks with the position  Sawamura  was in. The left arm of his practice
jersey rucked up, with  Haruichi  leaning so far over and into his shoulder.
Fingers firmly massaging  Sawamura’s  lower back   while exposing a small
sliver of skin under his compression shirt from the constant    kneading of
muscle.   
The blush became deeper as Kazuya imagined himself leaning into  Sawamura, his
breath blowing hot into his ear and fingers finding the pathways to his most
sensitive    spots.    
“Uggggh…    Harucchi… right there…”    
'Was… was that a moan?'Kazuya's eyes dilated at the noise, unsure whether
Sawamura  was in pain or pleasure or perhaps even a    little of both.
Haruichi  kept bending him over so far, his forehead touched his legs easily.
That flexibility he had. Kazuya wished he could test it    himself to see
just what ways he could contort and flex those muscles.   
Leaning the majority of his weight onto Sawamura,  Haruichi  met Kazuya’s gaze
from across the field. A slow, almost  Ryosuke-like smirk gracing his features
as he snuggled    onto Sawamura   and continued to massage his lower back
muscles.   
What does  Haruichi  think he’s doing   with my pitcher? Kazuya’s eyes shot
back as he crouched down to swiftly remove his leg and shin guards, and
exchange his cleats for running shoes.    Rising back to his feet, he shot
Haruichi  his most intimidating glance wanting nothing more than to pry the
pink haired boy off  Sawamura   and replace him.   
Haruichi’s  response was only to expose more    delectable skin of Sawamura’s
left side. Trailing his fingers firmly in slow, pressing circles to    knead
out any knots or tension. Once he    reached the upper    area of Sawamura’s
shoulder, he could see the    skin    visibly    tremble   under fingertips.
A dusting of freckles from long hours spent in the sun, and constellations of
moles scattered over his skin.   
“Mmmmmm…   Harucchi….   Just a little harder…”   
That did not come out of  Eijun’smouth. Kazuya started to see red blurring at
the    edge of his vision. Sure, he had heard the story that  Haruichi  had
swiftly made Jun fall fast asleep last night, but he never thought    he would
see it first hand.   
Haruichi  looked over his shoulder again straight at Kazuya, one burning    eye
challenging him. Kazuya knew he was better than the pink haired first year, and
he was bound and determined to prove it.   
He leaned down zipping up his gear bag and slung it over his right shoulder
before stomping out onto the field towards the two first years. Determination
and purpose rang throughout his stride towards them.   
“Sawamura, sounds like you've been hiding something after all    with   all
the sounds    coming out of your mouth.” He glowered at  Haruichi, lightly
pulling him off and hoisting  Sawamura  on his    left    shoulder to    trudge
back towards the dorms.   
“I'll take that. Sounds like he needs a little more massage fixing.” Kazuya
smirked and cackled as Sawamura  pounded his fists against    his back to no
avail. Kazuya was going to have fun taunting him all the way back to the dorms.
 
 
Haruichi  was secretly so relieved, and now it was in the hands of the two
idiots. Hopefully, one of them wouldn't screw this chance up.   
 
Chapter End Notes
     Inspired by this little Tumblr snippet:
     Anonymous said: Sending you tons of hugs to get through your shifts!
     Also head cannon: We all know Miyuki must be really good at giving
     massages (due to Jun's reactions) but secretly Haruichi is as well.
     Sawamura confesses his Miyuki love to Haruichi (who knows of course),
     Haruichi hatches his little jealously scheme of reducing Sawamura to
     a puddle of goo with a massage, Miyuki gets jealous... all hell
     massage war/battle breaks lose ;) Sawamura = the winner
      
     (TrumpetGeek): OMG YEAH SAWAMURA CANT LOSE IN THIS SCENARIO LMAO
     i never rly thought abt it but yeah i bet miyuki IS rly good at
     massages fff and haruichi doing like post-game shoulder/arm massages
     to help his friend and discreetly glancing at miyuki to gauge his
     reaction aww trying to set up his bff with the boy who loves him /
     )=3=(\
     also imagine miyuki having to listen to sawamuras little moans bc
     haruichis massages feel so good and getting all worked up bc HE
     should be the one touching sawamura damnit but also trying not to let
     anyone know hes getting worked up over it fff POOR MIYUKI. YOU ARE
     BEING PLAYED.
      
     If you want to chat Daiya (or seriously any sport anime at me)
     starrwinter on Tumblr is where you can find me ;)
***** Almost Set in Stone *****
Chapter Summary
     I know you all have been asking for it, and I'm sorry for making you
     all wait so long!!! ;____; I just felt I needed a bit more practice
     before trying to write out this final chapter. I feel a lot more
     comfortable with Misawa now (and they are getting a lot more
     comfortable with each other). Enjoy!
 
 
Kazuya’s shoulder trembled with a repressed cackle once  Sawamura  stopped
struggling against his hold and just let himself be carried back to the dorms.
Pounding arms resigned to rest leaned against his broad shoulder.    
“You know I can walk, right?”   
“Yes, I know, but you can run too.”   
And that was the end of the conversation,  Sawamura  leaning his forehead flush
against his arms in defeat. Kazuya guessed it was so he could avoid making eye
contact with any inquisitive team members who might be left on the grounds,
although it was quiet at the moment.   
Shifting  Sawamura’s  weight a little, he climbed the stairs carefully not
wanting either of them to suffer an even worse injury.   
“Don't drop me shitty  senpai,” he heard muffled from  Sawamura’s  face still
pressed into his shoulder.   
“Wouldn't think of it,  Bakamura. The less work I have to do on your shoulder,
the better.”   
Kazuya quickly unlocked his door, twisting the knob while balancing an arm load
of equipment on one side, and a bundle of  Sawamura  on the other. Dropping the
practice bags to the side of the door, he quickly toed off his running shoes to
move to the bed, dropping one squawking pitcher into the middle.   
“Think you can manage getting your shoes off one-handed, or need help with
that too.” Smirk still in place, but he was only half joking. He remembered
back to    Sawamura’s   face during  Haruichi’s  ministrations, whether in pain
or pleasure he still wasn't one hundred percent sure at this point.   
Sawamura  broke his daydream, not so casually using his right hand to untie
each shoe buckle before tossing them in the vicinity of the genkan, making
Kazuya’s teeth  knash  in the process.   
“Couldn't just hand them over nicely, could you  Sawamura?” He huffed out,
rising from the bed to find both of the wayward shoes, placing them neatly and
turning them properly to face the doorway.   
“That is the least I could do, Miyuki Kazuya! Carrying me back here like an
invalid when it's just a sore shoulder! It doesn't mean I can't walk on my
own!”   
He turned back to see  Sawamura  frozen in place mid-yell. Eyes firmly shut, a
flush creeping up the sides of his neck, in embarrassment or anger it was
always so difficult to tell.   
Chuckling at  Sawamura’s  pinched face, he    walked    back across the room to
his desk to grab a bottle of pain relief cream. His own muscles could hurt so
badly after long hours spent crouching at the plate, tensing catching muscles
before throwing the ball repeatedly to other positions on the diamond. He had
become extremely skilled at finding traitorous areas and kneading out the
tightness on his own on more than one occasion.   
“I get that, but with the way you flail around so animated all the time, who
knows what you might have aggravated before I had a chance to look at it.”    
He dropped lightly back down onto the bed, reaching forward to mess up
Sawamura’s  hair lightly   giving in to the urge to let his fingers trail
through the pitcher’s silken locks,    sticking them up in all directions.   
“Ugh, STOP!”  Sawamura  reached up snagging his hand in a death grip, palm
noticeably sweaty and warm, calluses trailing swiftly over his fingertips
before forcing them back into Kazuya’s lap. “Why are you always like this, with
the teasing and the smirking and the obvious act you're putting on right now!” 
 
Kazuya’s face fell, allowing his normal smirk to crack along the edges. Deep,
deep down it always hurt just a little whenever the team, and  Sawamura
especially brushed off his attempts to be nice, even if it was in his own
twisted way. He had learned long ago to cover up any insecurities with his
trademark crooked grin. Whether upset, angered, saddened or depressed the key
lesson he had learned was to hide it; never let the other person know exactly
what you're thinking. Out of old habit that is exactly what he did, building a
low wall from the cracked edges and just grinning even wider at  Sawamura's
outburst, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from the softness of  Sawamura’s
strands.   
“Okay, okay.” He sighed deeply, regretting causing any distress appearing even
briefly in  Sawamura’s  eyes. It frightened him just how difficult it was
becoming to mask his true emotions on a daily basis. It used to be so simple to
throw out a biting remark to his team mates, that was until  Sawamura  came
along. He made a wicked attitude such a struggle to maintain against the
sunshine personality blinding him on a daily basis. Kazuya was tempted to just
give in to  Sawamura’s  strong pull, to fall into the comforting    embrace of
his uplifting spirit,    but many on the team needed Kazuya’s own unique brand
of encouragement. Something a little more sinister and foreboding to spur their
energies firmly into the game.   
He leaned back opening the tube and squeezing a fair sized amount of the cream
onto his hands, warming the silky liquid until he stretched out his fingers to
point back towards the bed.   
“Okay,  Sawamura. Shirt off and face down on the bed, time to see just what
you've done to your shoulder.”   
Kazuya watched the blush grow adorably on  Sawamura’s  cheeks, spreading
quickly to dust on his ears before a loud retort of, “Don’t tell me what to do,
Bakayuki,” while struggling to lift his jersey and tight compression shirt over
his head right-handed. Finally winning the battle, he flung the offensive items
to the floor before planting himself face-down.   
He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of  Sawamura’s  tempting
freckles, the    deep golden tan lines setting off his thirst to touch all of
the shivering skin before him.   
Kazuya moved slowly, placing just his    palms lightly against   Sawamura’s
tensed shoulder muscles. “You're still so tense, are you sure this is okay,
Sawamura? I want to help, but don't want to make you uncomfortable.”   
He could feel  Sawamura’s  shoulders bunch up under his fingers, before they
slowly pushed upwards, head twisting to give a sparkling view of a burning set
of amber eyes connect with his own.  Sawamura’s  gaze might have been intense,
but the skin under Miyuki’s hands was rippling and covered in a light layer of
goosebumps. His voice so abnormally subdued when he replied with, “It’s fine,
Miyuki-senpai. If it's going to help the soreness, I'll welcome your touch,”
before a deep flush began to spread with his words. Starting on the apples of
his cheeks before traveling over his long neck and ears, stopping to dust a
layer of blush against his collarbones on such an open display.    
Kazuya could feel his earlier concern    melting with  Sawamura’s  words and
beautiful expression; now it was embarrassing just how obvious his previous
efforts had been. If Kazuya was wrong, he could fret and heal his wounded heart
later but he knew deep down his instincts were humming with the truth.   I’m
going to have to thank  Haruichi  later,    he's far more intelligent than I
give him credit for…  
Sawamura  abruptly buried his face back into the softness of Kazuya’s pillow,
throwing them both forward. Kazuya’s palms pushing against    smooth skin to
steady himself from falling completely forward onto the boy underneath him.   
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not minding the feel of  Sawamura’s  skin
but really wishing he would be a bit more conscious of what he was doing to
avoid any accidents. “Careful now  Sawamura, or we’ll both be out of action
with injured shoulders.”   
Kazuya shifted to  Sawamura’s  left side, gently kneeing him in the ribs to
move away from the wall to give him more room to work with. He normally
wouldn't mind straddling a team mates back to give a massage, but  Sawamura
seemed a bit sensitive at the moment and he wanted to try and ease some of the
discomfort from the room to make it easier for him to relax.   
Starting from the larger muscles, Kazuya lightly ran his hands over each of
Sawamura’s  shoulders to locate any obvious knots or kinks that would need
loosening first before working down his back. His fingers spreading a coating
of the cream as he worked, finding stubborn places on his right side to ease
through first before really needing to work on  Sawamura’s  left shoulder.   
Sawamura  was so    constricted    in his throwing shoulder, and it was no
wonder    Haruichi  had immediately dug into his friend’s back when he found
the injuries just waiting to happen from too stiff muscles.    
“Geesh,    you are lucky you haven't pulled anything with how tight your
throwing arm is… you need to stretch longer before and after practices, ice
properly and not overdo things.” Kazuya pushed in more forcefully, feeling the
tension slowly uncurl from each section of  Sawamura’s  upper body.   
“Uhhhh…”  Sawamura  quietly moaned out under Kazuya’s skillful hands before
asking, “Miyuki… where did you learn how to massage like this?” He took a
moment to gasp out a breath with the release of a knot under Kazuya’s hands.   
“Ever wonder why Jun- senpai  always wanted a foot massage at camps? I had fair
amounts of practice after Chris’ shoulder injury.”   
Sawamura  pushed himself up again by his elbows to stare intently at Kazuya’s
expression, nodding slightly to continue.   
“Another catcher was the easiest to train to know exactly what to look for and
the normal tension points from playing in the position all day long. Chris was
always the master himself until his injury,” Kazuya shuddered just remembering
the dark mood the day they all found out about Chris’ serious injury and the
guilt following everyone that someone, anyone hadn't noticed sooner, “ and he
felt it was important to pass his talent    on to a few members of the team to
be able to properly    find injuries ahead of time if possible. So when I was
scoffing    Kominato’s    skills earlier, I was just concerned he might not
have been using proper technique to detect and avoid any further injuries.”   
Sawamura’s  face melted from focused into an expression of almost reverence
directed solely at him. A striking softness falling over his features as his
sunshine smile took over his expression    once again.   
“Ah, Miyuki- senpai  you do care!”    
He    huffed out,    holding back a snicker from escaping his lips. This kid,
his passion always seeming to consume everyone around him in its positive aura.
It was hard not to get sucked into its pull, and drown from the sheer force of
it.   
“Of course I do,  Bakamura,” he responded falling back into familiar habits
before gently pushing    against  Sawamura’s  shoulders to have him relax
again, “now lay back down so I can finish the job and make sure no other
trouble spots are hiding.”   
Kazuya    decided  Sawamura  was finally relaxed enough, he could move into his
normal massage position, straddling    his muscled legs and pressing his knees
lightly against his toned lower body. He could feel heat radiating off
Sawamura, warming the normally cool tinge to his own skin as he worked back up
to    his neck area with nimble fingers.   
Kazuya    could feel the shift of  Sawamura  pressing his face even more
harshly into his pillow, muffled noises    escaping quite regularly as he
focused on certain places on  Sawamura’s  upper arms, and curling    his
fingers to wrap around and trace the freckled skin of his jutting collarbones.
His craving to continue    caressing all of the exposed skin under his
fingertips    was    overwhelming, as    he kneaded    his way back to
Sawamura’s  neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers through the body trapped
beneath him.   
Heat was still radiating    from Sawamura's skin, like the suns rays escaping
slowly from being stored    from    practice during the day. Kazuya    moved
his circling fingers to the scruff at the nape of  Sawamura’s   neck, letting
the soft hairs pull through his fingers as he rubbed with just enough pressure
to cause a low rumble in the back of  Sawamura’s  throat.    The sound causing
a curse under his own breath as    lower regions of his own began to swell with
interest at the mewling noises being muffled from the pillow under  Sawamura’s
face.   Why right now of all times... time for a diversion.   
“This was always    my    favorite part of    massages.”    Kazuya    confessed
loving the feel    of the chestnut hair at his fingertips and the scent of his
shampoo that was being released from his attention   to  Sawamura’s  scalp. He
worked through the back of his head, feeling the body below him sink even
further into the mattress, breathing slowing and heart beat becoming more
regular the longer he worked.   Perfect that he’s so    relaxed, as I need to
check over his lower back and legs while I'm at it with all the running he
does, even if    some more clothing    has    to be removed. Good thing I have
practice pants on and sliding shorts…  
Kazuya leaned    back trailing his fingers down    the knobs of  Sawamura’s
spine. A    slow torture for the both of them with the smoothness of skin for
one, and the instant pull back to    wakefulness    for the other.    He ran
his palms firmly up and down the long muscles of  Sawamura’s  lower back until
all    of the tension was removed, but knew exposed legs would be best to check
for any injuries.   
“Okay  Sawamura, pants off! I need bare skin to    feel your legs for any other
injuries you might have been using to overcompensate for that stiff shoulder.”
 
Instantly he felt muscles    coil beneath his knees and  Sawamura  push his
face even harder into the pillow, pausing briefly before a round of rapid head
shakes side to    side.   
What the… why are you being so stubborn now it's only removing your pants,
Sawamura…    Then    Kazuya froze    in his own thoughts. He wouldn't be able
to take    his own off at the moment due to his    present problem, and
wondered if it was the same for the pitcher still pressed tightly into the
mattress below him.   Well he might end up disgusted with me, or even hating me
but it's    now or never to test my theory.  
Kazuya pushed    himself back further on  Sawamura’s  legs, before    leaning
forward and slowly lowering himself flush against  Sawamura’s  back. The silky
strands of his hair that he had run his fingers through minutes before tickling
his nose and arousing the senses. The obvious bulge    of his front pressed
into the firm cheeks of  Sawamura’s  glorious ass.   How Kazuya    would love
to press his fingers into that soft flesh and elicit a new set of    noises
from  Sawamura’s  lips, but he would be lucky to get away punch free with the
stunt he was currently pulling.   
“Could this be your problem why you are so reluctant to remove your pants    so
I can check out your legs?”    He didn't even bother to hide the purr of his
voice, attraction obvious with his hardness still pressed against  Sawamura’s
rear.   
Time seemed to stand still, and Kazuya    felt he had made a huge mistake
shifting weight to    his hands on the sides of  Sawamura’s  shoulders to
prepare to move, before he felt it.    A harsh rub    back against his own
hardness, cheeks seeming to mold around the outline of his cock    wringing a
set of cries from his own lips.   
 
 
 
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He didn't… He isn't…    and yet he is…  
Eijun’s  brain    was moving a   mile a minute, even faster than the normal
speed his mouth could run and scream on a daily basis.    Miyuki was splayed
out against his entire    back, the coolness of his jersey    soothing to the
intense heat he could feel radiating off his own    exposed skin. His skillful
hands had already done their work rousing    all of his senses, teasing in just
the right way    to cause a bit of a problem if he had to move from the bed
anytime soon.  Eijun  had been trying to focus on his breathing, pressing his
face even further into the intoxicating scent of Miyuki’s pillow to calm his
nerves and heart beat thudding rapidly in his chest.    Had been was the key
word, until    the blasted catcher with    the stimulating hands had asked him
to remove his pants (of all things!). He was stuck, trying to push himself as
far into the mattress as    he could fall before    moving his head rapidly
back and forth. There was no way he could move in his current state of arousal,
not without giving in to Miyuki’s request and    laying all of his feelings out
in the open. Not even knowing if they were going to be returned in kind by the
bastard catcher waiting for his response behind him.   
Then he had felt Miyuki's    reaction by    laying his entire weight flush
against his back, just as hard and turned on as himself    by the stimulating
massage.  Eijun  froze. Elated that Miyuki felt the exact same way, but his
body was unwilling to move from the sheer    contentment    of all tightness
that had evaporated from his muscles.   Eijun  felt the shift above him,
Miyuki’s hands adjusting beside his shoulders to push up and off of his back.
Don't just stay frozen, do something you moron!   His inner voice screamed back
at him before he responded the only way he could without talking.   
He forced his    legs to respond, raising his ass upwards to drag    against
the hardness    pressed firmly against him. Miyuki’s weight more than welcome,
sharp inhales and    several low cries    escaping from his lips before  Eijun
adjusted to gaze longingly over his shoulder to take in the sight of
Miyuki’s flushed face. His eyes closed    in bliss    with each brush
against the cock firmly pressed against him.   
“About time you figured it out Miyuki-senpai, now we can actually do something
about the tension driving me crazy.”   
The room suddenly filled with Miyuki’s sharp gasps    and low rumbles as  Eijun
continued to tease him, all of his longing and    fantasizing about the
appealing catcher    coming through in his touch.    The suggestive press of
his    ass working them both up in a    blistering    pace, the drag of the
clothing between them only serving to further heighten his arousal.   
He finally felt Miyuki shift    forward, hands back to massaging slow circles
into the nape of his neck, fingers tugging lightly at his roots    before the
softest press of a kiss    replaced them.   
“Sawamura, can I?” He could feel Miyuki’s talented fingers tickling the
sensitive skin of his lower back. Rubbing outwards to latch at each hip,
dipping below    the restrictive belt    at his waist    keeping his
baseball pants flush against his body. He nodded slowly, already anticipating a
new    feeling of those magical fingers finding new places to map out his most
intricate spots.   
It didn’t take    Miyuki long to reach around and undo his belt in haste, the
clanking of metal    the only sound in the room    before a teasing    trace of
fingers rubbed    over his hardness eliciting a new set of moans into to the
room. Weight again shifting as he pressed    lightly into  Eijun’s  hip bones
while skimming his pants and underwear down his legs,    the soft sound of them
landing somewhere on the floor to be worried about later.   
Eijun  felt    Miyuki    pushing himself up to    grab something from the
nightstand beside the bed, several light noises    landing against the covers
to his left. Shutting the drawer, he felt    the shift against the bed    and
the familiar sound of another belt being loosened. Miyuki’s weight momentarily
leaving as    he heard    the soft click of the lock of the dorm    room door,
before he was back    on the bed. The brush of naked    skin so    electrifying
as Miyuki straddled    his legs.   
He felt    the pads of callused fingers sink once more into his lower back,
kneading the flesh with a new purpose of more than just releasing tension.
Light skims of fingertips causing shivers in their wake from the gentleness of
their embrace.   
They trailed    even further downwards, cupping each globe of his ass before
beginning    to dig in more forcefully. Miyuki’s   wondrous    hands    causing
his cock to swell even harder trapped under his body,    feeling the thickness
of it    just begging to be touched like the rest of his body.   
Hands are replaced by lips,    the soft graze of sharp teeth running    back
and forth along his cheeks, a tongue dashing out to wickedly sample his skin at
various moments.    Miyuki was driving him crazy with his lewd mouth, teasing
but never pressing hard enough for any real satisfaction.    
Eijun  knew he needed to hear the want in his voice, the begging for a harder
touch    to lift away his teasing, flirting hands that had already made such a
mess of him; cock growing painfully hard trapped    between his body and the
bed sheets below.   
“Miyuki… I need more… please…”   
Was all he could force out before he felt hands raising    his hips from the
bed, face still pressed into the pillow with muscular legs forcing his own
wider apart.   
Time stood still again as    he felt no further movements.   Eijun  finally
dared a glance behind him    to be caught up in snare of    sparking chestnut
eyes. Miyuki’s face    only inches from his skin,    before    his    slow
curling smirk made an appearance and  Eijun  was soon grasping for purchase on
the sheets. The graze of those magical fingers back against his ass as Miyuki’s
wicked tongue    pushed in to circle around his hole.   
It wasn't a shock    Miyuki was just as much of a tease in bed as he was on the
field.    Alternating    light bites of teeth with the soothing glide    on his
skin, except for the one place  Eijun  wanted him to be. He could feel the
wetness growing    between his cheeks, no lack of sounds from the mouth
plunging into his most sensitive of places.    Thumbs massaging their own
patterns    before spreading him wide    open,    tongue flicking promises
against quivering skin.   
“Miyuki, please…”   
He could almost feel the feral grin    quiver against his skin in response.
Waiting for his weakest point before diving in to surprise his senses.
Moistening the surface without prodding    further; slow burn of heat eating
away at his control piece by piece    until he could no longer stand the
waiting.   
“ Mi-Kazuya quit teasing!” He barked out while leaning back    to snake his
hands in Miyuki’s    wayward tresses, pushed in all directions from his
efforts to focus on  Eijun’s  pleasure. His fingers barely making contact with
bangs before Miyuki    made his killing strike.   
Switching    from the swipe, slide and lave against  Eijun’s  skin,    he
shifted his face forward. Thumbs pulling skin wide open,    baring  Eijun’s
hole for a    fierce tongue to work its way inside.    Miyuki pushing his face
as close as possible, thrusting his tongue in and out in random patterns to
drive  Eijun  crazy in the slow path to his release. The combination of
touch and the sounds of Miyuki    wetly eating him    out only heightening his
arousal.    The alternating swirling,    sucking and humming sending him
clutching the sheets once again.   
Eijun  collapsed even more forward, lost in the pleasurable haze of Miyuki’s
skillful mouth as his right hand finally made contact    with  Eijun’s  swollen
cock. His pace matching the thrust of his tongue inside, growing more demanding
with each whimper and moan escaping  Eijun’s  mouth.    
So close…   only to be denied at the last instant. Miyuki’s    fingers
clenching tightly around the base of his cock to stop the impending orgasm,
tongue quickly removed from its plunging and licking.   
“I am going to    kill you.    How could you just stop and leave me hanging
like this!”    
Eijun  tried in vain to struggle back against Miyuki’s hold, to make his mouth
return to its previous motions and hand loosen around his throbbing erection.
Miyuki had the advantage again laying his weight against  Eijun’s  lower half,
only slowly, teasingly moving his hand    once he felt  Eijun  slump forward in
a show of defeat. Starting a whole new round of moans before the pressure was
suddenly gone just as quickly as it had started.   
“My hands, arms and shoulders are tired from helping you out,” Miyuki  tsked,
using his leverage to grab onto  Eijun’s  hips    to flip their positions, “so
now it's your turn to take care of me. I need to    relax    too you know.”   
That maddening grin was back plastered across Miyuki’s face, igniting a spark
within  Eijun  for sweet revenge of just what he would do in return.    
"First things first,   Kazuya…”    he watched as a shiver went through the boy
now trapped beneath him, licking his lips    at the sound of his given name, “…
time to    finish    stripping,   senpai.”   
No other encouragement was needed as Miyuki plucked the glasses off his face,
folding them carefully before placing them on the night stand.   Eijun’s  busy
hands taking hold of the buttons    on Miyuki’s practice jersey, popping them
deliberately slowly until Miyuki’s hands joined the game,   tearing it off
before doing the same to the tight compression shirt    to land beside the bed.
 
“Now you know how it feels,    being teased…”   
Eijun’s  hands ran down the    sweat dotted muscles of Miyuki’s front, brushing
across a nipple and finding a tender spot near his hip    just above his
underwear    he had kept on even after shedding his pants.    Fingers brushing
along the band repeatedly,    above where Miyuki wanted to be touched the most.
Hands slowly    reaching down to assist  Eijun  before he stopped him in his
tracks. Right hand reaching up to lock Miyuki’s hands firmly above his head,
although this also placed their faces far too close together.    Blush running
rampant with just how lush Miyuki’s lips looked up close, flush spread across
his cheeks and eyes glowing with silent promises.   
He couldn't resist any longer snared by the trap of Miyuki’s glowing eyes,
leaning even further down    until their noses touched. Pausing as the small
twist of a grin made its way onto the catcher’s features before he pressed
forward the last small remaining distance.   
The kiss was everything  Eijun  thought it would be,    and more at the same
time. All Miyuki’s silent praises locked into the biting slide of his tongue
against chapped lips. Encouragements    sealed against their lips    through
heat and pressure, mumbles and moans stolen in the battle for air before they
both broke apart panting.   
Red blooming on Miyuki’s bitten lips as he    swayed his hips back and forth
under Eijun, pleading without needing to say a word for him to get on with it. 
 
Eijun  kept the hands trapped with his right as his left hand ventured
downwards    to dip briefly into Miyuki’s navel. Fingers    running    lightly
across the hairs starting just below before    dipping    to tease    his
clenching muscles. He    circled Miyuki’s hardness in the fabric of his
underwear, creating a slow burning friction across the heated skin without any
relief, looking back at Miyuki’s closed eyes gasping at his lack of control.   
Eijun  slowly released Miyuki’s wrists in favor of lowering himself down his
body, hands cupping around Miyuki’s straining erection before pressing his
swollen    lips    against his hardness. Wetting the fabric   around him,
pressing his tongue firmly against Miyuki’s enclosed cock.    
He felt those dangerous hands weave into his hair, gently massaging his scalp
in such pleasurable ways. Fingers circling and clenching in time with his
tongue, the smell of him so arousing he just had to be closer biting the band
near Miyuki’s hip to drag the offending garment off his hips, and down a pair
of chiseled legs to be kicked off near the end of the bed.   
Then  Eijun  noticed the items Miyuki had previously dropped into the bed, his
own grin spreading on his face as he reached for the small bottle    of clear
liquid. Miyuki responded by spreading his legs invitingly, curved    smirk
still present on his face but with a softer edge. His hand slowly moving
downwards towards his cock swollen against his stomach and already starting to
leak pre-cum, before  Eijun  again grabbed his wrist in frustration.   
“Need any instruction using that,” Miyuki purred, not seeming to mind one bit
at being caught    in the snare of  Eijun’s  hands once again.   
“I think I can manage to figure it out,”    releasing Miyuki’s hand before
popping the cap and pouring a fair amount onto his left fingers.   
Eijun  could feel the   want   pouring off Miyuki from his reclined position.
Legs splayed in invitation, and right hand running small circles over his own
abdomen. Likely waiting for the chance to    latch back into  Eijun’s  hair
the first chance he had.   
He met that desire head-on, lowering his head back to Miyuki’s cock before
taking him in his mouth again. Fingers rubbing together to warm up the lube
before spreading his cheeks to massage the liquid against his hole.    This
time pushing a digit in slowly syncopated with    the slow bob of his head,
tasting Miyuki’s excitement on his tongue the more he pressed in with his
slender finger.   
Once he seemed comfortable with one, Eijun worked in another finger spreading
him wider and    twisting him more open before adding a third. One of Miyuki’s
hands grasping at  Eijun’s  head while the other tried to bite back his moans
with the pleasure of it all.  Eijun  popping off Miyuki’s hard cock and pulling
out his sticky fingers to lunge for a condom beside him on the bed.   
He felt weight shift below him again once he located the wrapper, tearing it
open in haste before starting to slip it onto his own hardness, only to be
stopped by Miyuki’s    fingers.  Eijun  locked eyes,    amber with intense
chestnut before Miyuki quickly closed the gap mashing their mouths together
once more. Trust pouring through the connection    with the battle of lips and
tongue, small nips and bites exchanged in pleasure.   
Miyuki    was the one to pull away,  Eijun  chasing the warmth of his lips as
his attention went elsewhere. Miyuki’s body lowering to blow warm    air on
Eijun’s  straining cock, before looking    shamelessly back up at him. Tongue
sticking out to trace the vein on the underside until    he reached the rubber
covered tip, mouth surrounding the condom to slowly push it down  Eijun’s
length. Heat surrounding him entirely as Miyuki took him deep into his throat
to the base before sucking hard,    far too worked up with the feeling of his
mouth and just how it would compare    once he was deep inside.   
After a couple slow bobs, Miyuki released him    to fall back against the bed,
grasping  Eijun’s  hips to fall with him into the softness of the bed.    Eijun
purposely forgoing his lips to nip and suckle at the exposed skin of Miyuki's
neck. Attacking    the splay of each collarbone to drive Miyuki into even more
of a frenzy. Hand rubbing lightly against a pert nipple, while he worked his
way upwards with his mouth to suck on Miyuki’s    ears    and show just how
scathing his own tongue could be.    
Eijun  worked his way back down to Miyuki’s jaw before placing a light press
against the    smile curving the catcher’s lips. Mouths finally connecting
again, lips opening to taste each other fully    while  Eijun  slowly shifted
his weight; the press of his cock    against Miyuki teasing before he slowly
began to sink inside. Eating up Miyuki’s moans like wine as his tongue pushed
even further into    his    mouth.   
Once  Eijun  was fully    inside, Miyuki ran his hands across the pitcher’s
broad shoulders, lightly scratching marks down his back to firmly again grab
his ass and knead    into the flesh; silently pleading for  Eijun  to move
against the growing pressure.   
He again released Miyuki’s lips, knowing they were swollen and red from
repeated bites and soothing    runs of tongue to stare him down.   
“What do you need, Kazuya?” Of    course he    knew    just what the stubborn
catcher wanted, but he had to ask for it after his earlier teasing.   
The curve of lips is all he received in reply before the clenching of Miyuki’s
inner muscles around him.    A hand drifting lower to trace where they were
joined, to try and drive him mad and force him to move into action.  Eijun  was
having none of that.   
He leaned forward again latching onto the smooth skin of Miyuki’s chest biting
lightly, before    switching tactics to sucking the sensitive skin, working
towards leaving a purple bruise as a brilliant reminder on    his skin.
Trailing his tongue up the long line of Miyuki’s neck to again whisper in his
ear, “What do you need,   senpai?”   
Again receiving no audible reply, he swirled his tongue into Kazuya’s ear
thrilled at the moans and whimpers falling from his mouth, and the light
pushing of his hips as he tried to get  Eijun  to move    inside him. Finally,
Miyuki’s control    bursting as he mumbled    into the air.   
“I need your    mouth on my skin to drive me crazy...   your cock to fill me up
and pound me into ecstasy...   fuck, I just    need you,  Eijun.” 
Eijun  pulled back to see the intense   need   in Miyuki’s eyes. His need for
movement and for    his release to come swiftly without any other teasing. 
He raised Miyuki’s legs onto his shoulders, not caring one bit for the
tightness in them from earlier and only thinking of giving Miyuki pleasure.
Slowly and carefully pulling out, only to drive back into to the hilt for his
first thrust. Building a steady rhythm that had    Miyuki grasping at his arms,
at the sheets, at his own skin. The sounds of sex intensifying as  Eijun
picked    up his pace, loving to hear the escalating cries from the back of
Miyuki’s throat.    Grinning with    the satisfying smack his balls made   as
he thrust    repeatedly as deep inside Miyuki as he could    be.   
He knows Miyuki’s close when he can feel the shudder in his limbs, the
quickening of his breaths    as it becomes almost unbearably tight inside him.
Balancing on his right, he takes Miyuki’s cock into his hand, spreading the
generous amount of    wetness    with his fingers until slick.    Matching the
twist of his wrist to every firm smack against Miyuki’s ass.   
As they both get closer   right on the edge and about to crest over,  Eijun
deals the final blow, “I want to make you feel good, Kazuya. Come for me and
finish your massage    inside and out. I want to feel your muscles clench
around me; all your tension just let go…”   
The very thing Miyuki needed to fall over the edge, spilling streaks of white
against his stomach and  Eijun’s  hand,    as his fingers dug into    freckled
shoulders. A reward of    Miyuki’s cries into the room while he shuddered
uncontrollably, walls tightening maddeningly    around  Eijun. He only lasts a
few more erratic    thrusts, before he too was pulled over the edge. Crying out
as his hips jerked forward.    Collapsing his full weight on top of Miyuki once
his legs could no longer take the strain.   
“So heavy…” but Miyuki made no immediate    move to push  Eijun  off of him.
Eijun  pulling out    once softened, to tie the condom and toss it neatly into
the trash before sprawling on Miyuki once again, his warmth doing wonders to
ease the ache in    all    of their bones.   
“Do you feel relaxed now?” Miyuki replied teasingly, “Can you see why massages
are so important?”   
Eijun  pushed himself up onto an elbow    taking in the well defined shape of
Miyuki’s abs before moving his gaze back to those striking eyes and replying,
“Of    course, Kazuya, but I think I’ll need a few more sessions to be fully
convinced of their effectiveness.”   
Or the story of    how Miyuki found himself being    Eijun’s  personal masseur
and not minding one bit.
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