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"S-sex?"
"Yes. Sex."
Kazunari couldn't help the small quirk of his lips. Not with the way his adorable Shin-chan was blushing, his eyes cast downward, unwrapping his fingers with a hasty determination rubbed course with embarrassment.
Shintarou was always like this when it came to heartfelt conversations; embarrassed by his own feelings and how blatantly Kazu expressed his. He was tsundere through and through, but he had never once run from Kazu when he'd brought something up. Kazunari admired that. Respected that Shintarou Midorima was never a coward, no matter how flustered he became. It almost made the point guard want to bring up matters of the heart more often. If only to see Shintarou fidget and blush.
Much like he was; face growing steadily brighter as the tape caught around his quaking fingers as he tried (and failed) to remove it.
Shintarou jumped when Kazu shuffled forward on Shintarou's bed, knees bumping against the taller man's. He was sitting in front of him, their school blazers flung on the floor and folded neatly over Shintarou's desk chair, bags by the bed, one upright, the other keeled over like a sodden drunk by the end of the bed when it had been kicked off earlier in the afternoon.
The point guard couldn't help but chuckle as he took Shintarou's hands in his own, fingers playing with digits far more elegant than his own, before he tugged the other man's hand to his lips. He kissed the tops of them lightly, chapped lips barely a whisper against knuckles stained white from the death grip Shintarou had on his hands. Shintarou barely moved otherwise, eyes cast down towards his lap.
"Shin-chan, I'm up here."
Kazunari's toes tickled at Shintarou's shins, his voice lined with good humour as his partner sat upright and glowered down on him, pink still clinging to his cheeks. He was sitting straight and still, an excellent example of fine posture, even if he looked like he'd snap in two with the tiniest breeze. A frown sliced through his face, severe and unattractive simply because Kazu knew it was etched from honest discomfort. But he held his gaze, steel blue to emerald green, and wouldn't allow it to waver.
Kazu had had time to think over this issue for a good few weeks. It had crept up on him much like exams did; he knew it was there, and should be addressed, but he chose to ignore it until there was nothing he could do but claw at his textbooks and pound the information into his own head (though he'd had to more address the issue, clamber out of pessimistic territory, grow some balls and talk about his issues). And despite his hormone flooded mind, haunted with images of Shin-chan's fine, muscular back still damp with water from his after practice shower, and Shin-chan when he was tired, and Shin-chan when he deemed Kazu worthy enough to cuddle with whilst they watched a movie - he'd managed to come up with the right words to explain and hopefully settle his worries.
But despite his preparations - reciting his part of the discussion with himself most mornings and nights, working through each ulcer-inducing and utterly ludicrous worry that Shintarou didn't really want him - well, despite his nerves and the fact he'd forgotten every version of his speech, Kazu could be brave too.
"Shin-chan," Kazu said, smiling, "I really, really like you. You know that, right?" Shintarou's blush dropped down his neck, his ears turning scarlet as well, but his gaze hadn't left Kazu's even as his eyelids drooped shyly, "We hold hands, kiss and cuddle sometimes - when you can stand to have me so close." He winked, grinning, "And I can survive with that. But that doesn't mean I don't have urges. I'm just like any normal high school boy; brimming with hormones. Sometimes it's so hard not to pull you aside after practice and have my way with you, y'know? I feel the need to be as close as possible with you."
He took a deep breath, biting at his lower lip as he drops his eyes, gathered his courage and raised silvery-blue to meet green again. Shintarou's thumb tickled at his fingers, providing comfort.
"You've pulled away when I've tried to take what we have between us a bit further." He finally said.
Kazu found it fascinating how Shintarou's eyes widened slightly from behind his smudged glasses. Shintarou's gaze hadn't so much as flickered away from his own, and Kazu took comfort in the way Shintarou's hands had gone clammy with sweat. At least he wasn't alone in that. He squeezed Shintarou's hands, shifted them so he could entwine one set of fingers together. He'd gone completely still again, held tense and rigid as though he might have crumbled otherwise.
"You want to have sex?" The green haired man eventually said, voice somewhat steady.
A chuckle, honest despite it's hoarseness, bubbled out of Kazunari's throat. He swiped a thumb over Shintarou's knuckles, willing him to relax before he burst a blood vessel. He couldn't help but whisper, conspiratorially, "For starters. But you forgot the most important part; I want to have sex with you, Shintarou."
His partner glanced down, the cogs hidden beneath silken, green locks tinkering away with that admission. He felt large hands squeeze his, listened carefully as Shintarou breathed deep - in and out, in and out. Kazu had always found it amusing how Shintarou would mull over things until the words lost all meaning simply because he'd saturated it in possibilities. Still, he knew his Shin-chan. And he needed a moment to process the information given to him.
So he watched.
Silence wrapped itself around their shoulders. Cool, though not in the refreshing way their towels were after a game. Kazu busied himself with unwrapping Shintarou's fingers, playing idly with the long, slender digits once he has the tape flung over the side of the bed. Shintarou noticed if his unimpressed huff was anything to go by. Then he eyed finely toned forearms, his elbows and Shin-chan's shoulders. He traced them through his shirt, barely thinking of what they'd feel like under his palms, bare and pale as they were. They'd be hard as rocks too, with the rigidity Shintarou held himself with.
Shutoku's ace broke the silence, cracking it open with a voice held together by stringy force as he met Kazu's eyes again, "It's not that I don't want to..."
Shintarou clamped his lips together, his brows pulled in as he puzzled out what he wanted to say. Kazunari squeezed his hand. Silent in his acceptance of Shintarou's need to line up his thoughts and his feelings on the matter, no matter what it was in completion. That didn't mean he wasn't hoping with every single cell in his structure that there'd be some nooky happening soon.
With a deep breath, Shintarou continued, "I also want to be physically intimate with you. Especially since we started go on our - on our outings. I have thought about you - us - together. In bed." Shintarou's eyes darted down to their tangled hands, a simple break to strengthen himself before he continued, "You are terribly distracting sometimes. Most of the time. But-"
Kazunari's gut tightened, his heart had been jumping with a joy so pure Kazu's surprised he'd not been glowing. The knot had returned again, however, as Shintarou paused, breathed deep once more and released his next words on an exhale.
"But not right now. Not yet."
It was all Kazunari wanted to hear.
He couldn't help himself as he launched himself at Shintarou, arms wrapping around the other man's neck so he could laugh into a strong shoulder, plant a wet, grateful kiss on Shintarou's slender neck. He's giddy, excited and so happy, because he was honestly worried that Shintarou would say that as much as he liked him, it wasn't to the extent to get their dicks out together. Which was stupid, he realised, but the mind does worry and Shin-chan is Shin-chan and Kazu often wonders that if Oha Asa said to choose either sex or bad luck, he was sure which Shintarou would choose...
"That's fine, Shin-chan!"
It's an urge Kazunari was too weak to resist. So with a bit of twisting and his hands buried deep in Shintarou's green hair, Kazu pressed his lips to Shintarou's. Messy, was what that kiss was. Messy and perfect. Call Kazu a sap as much as you wanted, but he'd never tire of his Shin-chan's taste or the way he trembled in his arms, shuddering from head to toe even as he pawed pathetically at the front of Kazu's shirt.
The rest of him followed a moment later, legs slipping around the taller man's waist so he could sit comfortably in his lap. That had Shintarou going all stone-statue on him again. Claws tugged at his white shirt, as Shintarou wretched his mouth away.
"Not now!" He gasped.
Kazu laughed, "Eventually, I know! Right now I just want to hold you and maybe make out for a while," Kazu grinned, sitting forward to press his forehead against Shintarou's burning one, "You've made me so very happy, Shin-chan. One day in my future is a day where Shin-chan and I will dance the horizontal tango. When we will be as close as two lovers can be. When we will sha-boink."
Shin-chan's face was arguably redder than the tomato he'd carried around that day, "Stop that, idiot!"
"You said you would, Shin-chan. Do the deed, screw, bang-" He practically rippled against the man as his lips found Shintarou's ear, whispered in the filthiest way he knew how, "fuck." He licked up Shintarou's earlobe, nipping at it.
"Takao!"
He was laughing so hard he shook, even as Shintarou pushed and tugged at him, attempting to dislodge Kazu from where he's latched onto his ace's front. Shintarou fell backwards, legs squirming under Kazu so he could fling him off - but Kazu had a younger sister and he knew how to wrap his tentacles around something and never let go. They rolled around like little boys, both careful of fragile glasses that had fallen askew on a pretty face, even as they kicked and pushed and tugged at one another. It was only when Shintarou nearly flipped himself off his own bed that they settled, scarlet faced and with warm smiles. Kazu tugged Shintarou close, his smile breaking into a grin. Their hands eventually found each other's again.
The silence this time was like a warm blanket enveloping them tight. Comforting, comfortable and utterly perfect now that Kazu was sure they had a chance of lasting.
This time it's Kazunari that broke the quiet. He snorted, shuffling forward so his face was pressed into Shintarou's neck and Shintarou got a mouth of dark hair.
"'Physical intimacy'. Really, Shin-chan?"
"Shut up, Takao."