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Something’s been undoubtedly different about Nagi ever since the second selection, a fact Reo’s tried his hardest to ignore. It gutted him and relentlessly twisted the knife that it wasn’t because of him that Nagi discovered his ego. Reo spent so long by Nagi’s side, convinced they would win the world cup together, and yet he suddenly seemed so far away, as if he was in a plane unreachable by Reo. The contrast almost gave him whiplash.
However, after Manshine City’s match against Bastard München, Reo could no longer ignore it. Not with Nagi’s explosive goal, not with his win against Isagi, and certainly not with his weight currently pressing him down onto the locker room bench.
Reo wraps his legs around his waist subconsciously, his brain belatedly catching up and realizing that Nagi’s kissing him. It shouldn’t be a big deal, they’ve kissed hundreds of times, but this time it’s different. Nagi’s taking initiative. He nips at Reo’s lip, licks into his mouth, trails open mouthed kisses down his jaw and neck— things the Nagi he was used to would be too lazy to do, things that are making his head swim.
Before, it was Reo doing all the work. He would do it happily, considering it as yet another way in which he’d take care of Nagi. He supposes being his personal limousine—as Nagi likes to call him—and riding him are two different things, but the intention behind it was all the same. Anything for Nagi. Anything to keep him by his side.
This, though— he could get used to this.
Nagi hikes Reo’s shirt up to his chest, gloved hands trailing up his stomach and to his chest, stopping to massage his nipples. Reo barely manages to hold back an embarrassing whine, his breath simply hitching, but Nagi’s eyes harden at this. It’s not an expression he’s seen on him often, but he’s able to dig it from his archive nonetheless, able to classify it as frustration.
Frustration.
Reo thought Isagi was the only only that could elicit that emotion from him. He thought he’d never be able to do so himself, and yet there it is. He frightens himself with how much he wants to reap it from him and thaw it out all the same. He wants to be the only one that gets to see it, and the only one who gets to dispel it.
With newfound determination, Nagi hooks his fingers into Reo’s shorts, looking into his eyes for approval. It’s silly, they’ve done this before, yet Reo nods, giving him permission. A shaky breath escapes his lips as his shorts are slid down and off, his boxers following suit, and he finds himself completely exposed, aside from the shirt he’s barely wearing. Nagi’s gaze through half lidded eyes burns, almost enough to dissipate the cold air that suddenly envelops him.
Nagi slips his gloves off, likely feeling the same desperation to be as close together as possible as Reo is, and quickly slips a bare finger into Reo’s heat. This time, Reo can’t hold back his whine, his head falling back against the hard surface of the bench with a dull thud, hands gripping Nagi’s arms for purchase. Nagi had never done this before, either. His fingers are significantly longer and thicker than his own, something that becomes especially striking when the second one enters him. Reo groans, feeling himself tighten around them. It’s nearly overwhelming, having Nagi’s attention on him like this, but it’s also incredibly satisfying. It’s what he’s always wanted.
When Reo finally lifts his head, it’s to the startling sight of blood trailing down from Nagi’s nose and onto his lips and chin. His eyes remain trained on Reo, even as the blood begins to drip onto his stomach.
However, the worry must show on his face, since Nagi snaps out of whatever trance he’s in and catches some of the blood with his free hand. He only glances at it for a second, lazily lifting his shirt to wipe the rest in Nagi-esque fashion, and immediately settles his gaze back on Reo.
Reo should find it gross, probably, but it’s Nagi. He also realizes it happened because of him, just from Nagi watching his reactions. Reo didn’t even know that happened outside of mangas. Need circulates through his veins, threatening to burst.
He drags Nagi down by his shoulders, the tallest he can reach, and smashes their lips together, the taste of leftover iron mixing with their spit. Reo groans desperately, panting between kisses and unwilling to wait any longer. He doesn’t care for further teasing. “C’mon, I’m ready.”
The boy in question doesn’t protest, for once not whining about a demand from Reo, like he did in the past when told to eat or score one more goal. Though this is the present; present Nagi eagerly releases his cock from its confines, giving himself a few pumps before lining himself up with Reo’s entrance.
Reo squeezes his eyes shut, steeling himself, only for them to fly open in a sudden panic.
“Wait!” Reo blurts, stopping him from pushing in with a hand haphazardly pushing against the other boy’s chest. He’s been selfish enough. Nagi blinks back at him, confused. “Are you sure?” With me? You can’t reverse this. After this, you can’t leave me behind again.
It’s a stupid question, Reo quickly realizes, since they’ve done this before, but this time it’s different. Nagi also seems to understand that, with how he seems to genuinely consider Reo’s question.
With resolution, he says, “I know what I want now.”
Reo just stares back in awe.
Then, with one quick thrust, his hips are flush against Reo’s ass, one of his hands lifting Reo’s leg while the other supports his weight over him. Reo moans loudly, and Nagi swallows the sound into his mouth with a kiss, one that quickly turns open-mouthed as he sets up a steady pace. Not slow, but not brutal; not only chasing his own pleasure, but Reo’s as well.
Even this is different, Reo thinks, and not just because Nagi is the one controlling the pace. Reo had always rushed, focusing solely on Nagi’s pleasure, thinking that’s what he wanted, and Nagi knew no better about his desires to correct him. If he were to guess, this is what making love is like. It feels like it, anyway. He’s always felt that way for Nagi.
Nagi lets go of Reo’s leg for the sake of giving his swollen clit some attention, and Reo’s pants turn into a string of ahs. He can do nothing but take it, his arms falling limply to his sides as he struggles to maintain his eyes open to watch the boy above him. His white hair’s sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his grey eyes are glazed over as he watches where they connect. Reo’s sure he doesn’t look any more put together, but that seems to just spur Nagi on once their eyes meet, determination making his brows furrow slightly and pace quicken.
The onslaught of pleasure and the sight of Nagi pushes him over the edge, letting out a strangled moan as everything around him blurs. For a second, everything disappears except for him and Nagi, as if they’re the only people in the world who matter. Right now, he feels as if very moment of pain he experienced in Nagi’s absence was worth it.
When Reo regains consciousness, it’s to Nagi’s face buried into his neck, releasing a low groan as he reaches his own climax. Reo whines at the overstimulation as his seed fills him, and they’re both left panting in attempts at recovery. Reo lovingly runs a hand through Nagi’s hair, the other pressing impossibly closer. He’s sure he’d purr if he could.
“Thank you, Reo.” He murmurs.
Nagi changed, but he thinks he likes it.