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Seishiro Nagi was a certified weirdo.
Chigiri was even surer of this sentiment after he got the opportunity to properly hang out with the guy. With his tired eyes, lazy attitude, and sleepy disposition, one thought always weighed on Chigiri’s mind: How in the hell did he get so good at soccer? Nearly everything was a hassle or a bother to him, and it honestly kind of annoyed Chigiri to hear about his grievances all the time.
Even more than that, though, was the thing he found most odd: he actually enjoyed spending time with him despite all that.
Their first night together, he and Nagi bonded by watching a soccer video that the taller boy had taken interest in, and the interaction between them was more jovial and friendly than Chigiri ever envisioned. During the match against Nagi’s team before, back when he was still teammates with Kunigami and Reo, it remained a lingering thought in the back of his head that even if he was poached from Kunigami - the guy he’d made a promise to advance with - he’d at least have Isagi, another Team Z companion. Nagi and Barou didn’t really appeal to him at the time, and at this point, the “king” still didn’t jive that well, but Nagi had floored him with how easy he was to be around.
Alas, Hyoma Chigiri was also very, very horny.
Who wouldn’t be in these circumstances? It wasn’t starting just now, either, it had been a problem since his second day here. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, being stuck in a facility with Japan’s greatest high school soccer players was giving him more eye candy than he knew what to do with. Sneaking desperate peeks at his teammates in the locker rooms, having to desperately relieve himself before baths so he didn’t have the energy to get a boner in front of everyone, and when that didn’t help, having to run off to an unoccupied room to release his pent up frustration with a barely satisfying orgasm… It just wasn’t doing enough. As much as he wanted to be here at Blue Lock, this single aspect was giving him way too much strife, and he couldn’t stand it. How he hated to be a hormonal boy.
Especially because of the incredibly vivid thoughts he was painting of Nagi in his mind. The friendship they’d struck up was doing something to Chigiri, and at this point, he didn’t care about Nagi’s relationship with Reo, or whatever was going on with them. The last person he was having these thoughts about was Kunigami, but he was cruelly stripped away from him before he could act on them. He was sure Kunigami would’ve been okay with it. In fact, he could probably have anyone he wanted; he knew how pretty he was, but he’d hoped it wouldn’t have to come to that, just using some random for a cheap and easy fuck. He had some dignity to preserve, after all.
But god, Kunigami was so hot. He’s not with him anymore, though, Chigiri reminded himself as he laid in bed staring at the ceiling.
The foursome of himself, Isagi, Barou, and Nagi had settled in to sleep, but Chigiri wasn’t able to. He internally cursed at the thought of having to run off like some horny schoolboy yet again, but it was the only way.
As he was about to get up, the sound of his bed shifting apparently alerted a certain someone.
“Where ya goin’?”
Nagi. With that tired, slightly rough tone? Is he trying to get me harder!?
“...Haah.” Chigiri sighed, defeated. He was glad the room was dark, otherwise Nagi would’ve been able to see the red haze on his face (and the hard-on in his pants). “Just thinking I needed a… moment alone, is all.” He spoke as he slowly turned back around to look at the owner of the voice.
Nagi was watching something on his phone, and the light from it was illuminating his face, making his gray eyes glow. It looked way too beautiful, Chigiri thought, gulping.
“Funny… I was thinking the same thing.”
Nagi looked up at Chigiri, and he swore there was hunger in those tired eyes.
“Really?” Chigiri’s response came. Nagi watched as his throat bobbed, his pretty lips parting just enough to let out a tantalizing breath. Chigiri wasn’t sure, but… Nagi seemed hyperfocused on him.
He knew that look…
No way. Is he as horny as I am?
Nagi stood and stretched, shocking Chigiri out of his momentary reverie. His shirt rode up just enough for the shorter boy to get a peek at his chiseled stomach. Chigiri’s breath hitched.
“Wanna chill in the bath?”
Okay, yeah, he’s insane.
And yet, here Chigiri was, walking down the hallway with Nagi at his side to go… take a bath. In the middle of the night. Knowing that he was close to bursting with lust.
If he feels the same way I do, I wish he’d just drop the damn pretenses already!
Chigiri couldn’t get out of his own head, but he kept his outward expression relatively calm. He’d managed to discreetly adjust his boner before leaving the room without Nagi seeing, but the blush on his face didn’t escape the genius’s gaze.
Really, not much of Chigiri had escaped Nagi’s leering since they’d become teammates. Unfortunately, the speedster was right; he was under the same suffocating circumstances, of course he’d be turned on. No nonchalant attitude can keep that sort of thing hidden forever.
The silence between them wasn’t necessarily awkward, but both of them definitely had the same thing in mind. Chigiri kept glancing up at Nagi and catching him staring, which would cause him to get embarrassed and look away, and the cycle would repeat. This went on about three more times before Chigiri finally spoke up.
“So, wait–”
“We’re gonna fuck, right?” Nagi looked down at him with an almost predatory gaze, and Chigiri swore his heart stopped dead for a split second. He was stunned into silence, his face heating up as he stopped walking. Nagi seemed surprised, stopping as well.
“Uh… I mean, sorry, I just thought it was kinda obvious…” Nagi scowled slightly, looking away awkwardly as he scratched his neck.
This guy seriously doesn’t understand anything! How can he just say that out loud!?
Chigiri swallowed his frustration, annoyance, and embarrassment with one gulp to muster a coherent sentence.
“I mean… yes, I thought that’s what we were… doing…” Chigiri looked at Nagi with a furrowed brow and a tomato-red face. “But you could have some tact about it.”
“Hah.” Nagi laughed, the bastard, and kept on walking towards the bath. Chigiri reluctantly followed, the hammering of his heart and throbbing between his legs betraying his frustration. When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at Chigiri with that white swirling in his eyes that he only ever saw during soccer matches.
“With what I’m about to do to you, I don’t need tact.”
Chigiri’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as Nagi carelessly walked through the door. Then, after just a moment’s hesitation, he followed after Nagi like a lost puppy. Clearly, he had it bad for this guy, and he was too embarrassed to admit it to himself.
When he walked into the room, the first thing he saw was Nagi’s muscular back. He had already stripped his shirt, huh? He could play that game too.
“Hey.” Chigiri, bolstered with a newfound sense of confidence, caught Nagi’s attention and began to strip as well, his shirt coming off first. This gave both of them the opportunity to really eye up each other’s physiques.
Chigiri’s eyes wandered up and down the other boy’s thin, but scarily well-built torso. His eyes catching on Nagi’s abs, he gulped, wanting to see how those hard lines of muscle would feel underneath his deft fingertips. He wanted to tickle Nagi’s stomach with his soft skin, make his rippling abdomen come alive with sensations. It wasn’t fair, him standing there like that, acting like he doesn’t have a care in the world with his relaxed demeanor and tired eyes and low-riding sweatpants and–
“I see it, you know.” Nagi ripped Chigiri straight out of his daydream, his eyes similarly hungry. He loved how soft Chigiri’s skin looked, how it looked as if it might belong to a woman in a swimsuit commercial if it wasn’t for the intricate musculature that wove its way across his body. Chigiri was clearly built for speed, a marvel in human aerodynamics, a beautiful specimen all the way around.
Nagi needed him.
“Yeah…? See what?” Chigiri asked, stepping closer while trying to multitask staring at Nagi and taking his sweatpants off. The sound of Nagi’s voice was driving him further into insanity.
“The way you look at me.”
Chigiri couldn’t stand it anymore. After he managed taking his pesky pants off, he stood square in front of Nagi and looked him dead in the eyes.
“How do I look at you, Nagi?” Chigiri mustered the gall to smirk, and he saw something snap in Nagi, who smirked back with more intensity.
“Like you wanna get filled.”
Alright, fuck this guy.
When Chigiri surged forward to crash his lips against Nagi’s, the sounds that ensued were nothing short of starving. Nagi couldn’t get enough of how soft Chigiri felt against him, even when he was clashing their tongues and teeth together so intensely; every second that he felt those plush lips against his own, he felt his passion growing.
Chigiri’s hands snaked around Nagi’s midsection, the skin-on-skin contact making him desperate. Already, he was digging his fingers into that muscular back; he was going to leave a mark on this fucker if it was the last thing he did. Their torsos meshed together perfectly, their abdominals fitting together like puzzle pieces.
Even while kissing, Nagi’s body language seemed somewhat uninterested, but that didn’t deter Chigiri because he knew better. Nagi was kissing back with just as much fervor as he was, if not more. One arm was comfortably resting around Chigiri’s waist while his other hand flitted through the heavenly expanse of red hair cascading down the shorter boy’s back. It smelled so fucking good, he smelled good, and Nagi could barely believe he was being given the chance to satisfy this pure, untainted angel.
Chigiri was trying to tone down his desire to submit, but when he felt Nagi tighten his grip on his back, he arched, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan into the taller’s mouth. Afterwards, he couldn’t help breaking away from the kiss and looking away, Nagi’s scent causing his brain to go haywire.
“I don’t wanna stop,” Nagi said commandingly, and it made Chigiri’s knees weak. Before he could say anything, however, Nagi made sure to follow through on his statement and began kissing him again.
“Mmph– Fuck–!” Chigiri had moan after moan forcibly pulled from him, his hands moving to rest open-palmed against Nagi’s strong chest. It wasn’t fair, this effect Nagi had on him, and he couldn’t take much more of it.
But everything about him felt so good. His smell, the taste of his lips, the feeling of his tongue, those goddamned muscles–
Nagi wasn’t making things any better, using his tongue to slurp the saliva inside Chigiri’s mouth. Chigiri couldn’t do it anymore.
“Ugh, j-juust–” Chigiri stopped flat, startled with how his voice slurred once he pulled away. “Just…! Let me… catch my fucking breath, you weirdo…!”
Nagi may not have noticed, but his face was flushed red, hot with desire. He stared down at the angel in his arms as he caught his breath, grabbing a small strand of Chigiri’s perfect hair between his forefinger and thumb.
“Come on, you have better stamina than that…” He said, letting out a heavy sigh he didn’t know he was holding back. “Or are you just that turned on…?” Chigiri scoffed at his words, but he couldn’t deny that he was majorly hard right now; one glance down was enough to see that both of them were painfully aroused, their cocks straining against their clothing.
“Look who’s talking…” Chigiri breathed, unable to stop himself from staring. He heard Nagi chuckle, scrunching the strand of Chigiri’s hair he had in his grip and bringing it to his lips to tenderly kiss.
“Want a taste, princess?”
Chigiri gulped, but nodded, looking back up with fierce eyes. He was far past being embarrassed now, and Nagi could tell.
“Talk all the smack you want, striker. You won’t be able to while I’m making you scream.”
“Bring it on.” Nagi licked his lips, making Chigiri smirk in response.
“Follow me, then,” Chigiri’s red hair flowed behind him hypnotically as he walked past Nagi towards the bath, giving the taller boy a show by slipping his underwear off along the way. Nagi almost fell over trying to walk towards him; he felt like a simple creature of instinct, so enraptured with the sight of Chigiri’s plump ass that he could no longer think straight.
“Hyoma Chigiri… You’re dangerous…” Nagi said, nearing the other boy before he got the chance to sink into the bath. Chigiri sensed him getting closer and turned around, stopping any attempt to grope him prematurely.
“I know you haven’t had Reo to beat you off since the first selection,” Chigiri teased, “but try to control yourself just a little longer, okay?” Faced with Chigiri’s promising tone and gorgeous complexion, Nagi gulped. His gaze drifted downward to the striking sight of Chigiri’s dick, his face heating up. It throbbed under his attention, the tip a beautifully rosy pink. Nagi tried to reach out and touch it, but was once again stopped by Chigiri’s meddling hands.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Chigiri whispered tantalizingly, making Nagi shake with lustful tremors.
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Nagi breathed, kissing Chigiri with intensity again. As their eyes drifted shut and quiet moans of desperation sounded from their lips, Chigiri wanted to lose himself in that soft mouth, but he couldn’t. He had a plan for Nagi. With reluctance, he grabbed Nagi’s wrists and pulled away, a thick string of saliva bridging the gap between them.
“I know… I know I don’t, but… that’s why…” Chigiri breathed, letting go of Nagi to thumb at the waistband of his sweatpants. “That’s why I’m so excited.”
Nagi decided he didn’t want to waste another second. With Chigiri’s help, he held eye contact with the other boy as he pulled down his sweatpants, letting them pool at his feet. The bulge in his underwear was nothing short of incredible, Chigiri noticed.
“Wow, Nagi… How long were you planning on hiding this from me…?” Chigiri questioned with an almost proud smirk on his face, like he felt it was an honor to behold this sight.
“Not much longer, trust me… I’ve been wanting you since you joined us…” Nagi explained, making Chigiri gulp. The way his blush blended in with the silky strands of hair that drifted over his face was nothing short of ethereal.
“Fuck, you’re crazy…” Chigiri’s next move was to snake his fingers underneath Nagi’s underwear, grabbing them and pulling them down. What Chigiri saw underneath those garments almost made him pass out.
Nagi’s cock, just like everything else about him, made no sense; it was huge. Chigiri was proud of his above-average size, but the way Nagi’s shot out of his underwear like a spring-loaded weapon, no matter how intoxicating to the eyes it was, made him feel small. Chigiri assumed Nagi was paying close attention to the gawking face he was making, because the next thing he heard out of him was a snide chuckle.
“Thought you said you were excited, princess. Surely you aren’t losing your nerve now…?” Nagi smirked, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking it languidly. Just that caught Chigiri’s attention for more seconds than he’d ever admit, but it was just so… pretty. Maybe not as pretty as his own, but still. A prominent vein ran through the middle of it, and Nagi had a slight bush of white pubic hair above the base, framing it nicely. Chigiri never liked to keep body hair for too long, so he kept himself shaven, but for some reason, it looked really hot on Nagi.
Is it really that, though, or am I just horny?
“Tch…” Chigiri shook his head, trying to get away from the brainwashing effect Nagi’s dick was clearly having on him. He sat down on the edge of the bath and sank down into the hot water, the heat only accentuating his lust.
“Sit down on the edge here, bastard,” Chigiri said, to which Nagi complied. At this point, the boy had stroked himself to full hardness, so the entire package was now standing up right in front of his face.
It’s so fucking big.
Chigiri’s mouth hung open as shaky breaths took him over, but he waded towards Nagi with hunger in his eyes and a voice in the back of his mind:
I’m gonna wring him dry. I’m going to ruin Seishiro Nagi for anyone that isn’t me. Sorry not sorry, Reo. You should’ve fought for him harder.
“You never answered me…” Nagi spoke, dipping his legs in the water and spreading them apart for Chigiri. Chigiri gingerly put his hands on Nagi’s thighs and looked up at him, their lust-filled eyes meeting; they could both hear the sparks flying, the gears turning inside their minds.
“Does it look like I’ve lost my nerve?” Chigiri retorted, then, not giving Nagi an opportunity to respond, started licking at his tip like a hungry kitten. As Nagi’s breathing got heavier, Chigiri grabbed the base of his cock, running his lips along each side of it a couple of times. The entire time his moist lips were on Nagi, they held eye contact, and it was so charged with mutual lust and want that they wondered how this hadn’t happened sooner.
Nagi brought his hand up to rest in that soft, angelic hair, firmly threading his fingers through it as Chigiri started to lick at the tip again.
“Fuck…” Nagi grunted, and the sound made Chigiri’s cock leak underneath the water. Barou would be furious at them for this uncleanliness, huh? Well, he didn’t need to know.
“Take me in more, princess…” Nagi grunted, almost sounding like a whine, as Chigiri relentlessly teased his tip. He grasped Chigiri’s soft hair and pushed him down further, getting a good portion of his girth inside of the shorter boy’s mouth before he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his dick.
“Fuck–” His surprise caused him to loosen his grip on Chigiri, giving him an opportunity to let Nagi’s cock flop out of his mouth. He wasn’t coughing, though, which confused Nagi.
“You… bit me…?” Nagi asked, eyes widening for a second.
“We’re going at my pace, asshole,” Chigiri heaved a breath out, admittedly missing the feeling of that long cock in his mouth already. “Do that again and I’ll bite it clean off.”
“Ugh…” Nagi gulped, nodding. “Fine, just… suck it again, it felt so–” Chigiri didn’t give Nagi a chance to finish his thought before he was on him again; trying to act as if he had control over himself was not working in the face of this fucking monster.
Chigiri pulled another groan out of Nagi, interrupting whatever nonsense he was about to say next, and it felt nice hearing these noises, noises that he knew he was bringing out of him. He continued to lick and suck on Nagi’s tip for a good few seconds, teasing him and punishing him for going faster than Chigiri wanted, but who was he kidding? That momentary pull of his hair gave him a taste of something he’d been aching for.
With no more patience for teasing, Chigiri opened his mouth wider, stretching his jaw to its limit in order to accommodate the size of Nagi’s cock. This sensation made both boys moan, and Chigiri could taste the drizzles of slick precum that Nagi was now leaking down his throat; it was wonderful.
Nagi had leaned back on his hands, looking down at Chigiri as he pleasured him, but his head was listlessly falling due to the sheer ecstasy he was feeling. Chigiri wasn’t wrong; he and Reo had been going at it even before the invitation to Blue Lock, but recent events had changed things. Nagi wanted more, and maybe, just maybe, this “more” was the beautiful pair of glossy lips currently wrapped around the base of his cock, the pink tongue that was currently licking delicious swirls around his girth, those striking pink eyes currently staring straight into his soul…
Nagi could get used to this.
No words were spoken for a while other than Nagi’s occasional curses; Chigiri bobbed his head on Nagi’s cock like an expert, using one hand to stroke the length of the striker’s dick that he couldn’t fit into his mouth and the other to stroke tiny circles on the inside of Nagi’s thigh. Chigiri took his time licking circles around Nagi’s girth, humming and groaning at how it felt, so heavy in his mouth. He guessed that if he had this big a dick, he’d act the way Nagi did as well.
Nagi eventually got to the point where he started to squirm and whine more loudly, and the noises Chigiri was bringing out of him served only to turn the shorter boy on more. He frankly couldn’t believe this was happening, but he wanted to tease Nagi until he couldn’t think about anything else but his lips around his dick.
“Ch-Chigiri–” Nagi reached forward to thread his fingers in that soft expanse of hair again, gently pushing and pulling according to Chigiri’s movements.
“Mm?” Chigiri hummed in response, coyly raising an eyebrow as he continued to bob his head.
“You’re… so good at this… ‘m gonna cum…!” Nagi moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head momentarily. Chigiri would take that sight to the grave.
At that moment, though, Chigiri wanted to be cruel. He wanted to make this the most memorable sex Nagi had ever had, and would ever have. So, he held the base of Nagi’s cock with a death grip, painstakingly pulling his lips off of that delicious, addicting treat.
“No, wait–” Nagi tried to protest, tried to push Chigiri’s head back down like an obedient dog, but Chigiri didn’t budge.
“You wanna cum that bad, huh?” Chigiri asked, flicking his tongue just barely, just so that he could lap it against the very tip of Nagi’s weeping dick.
“Please, please, Chigiri, don’t do this to me–” Nagi’s voice was cracking now, and Chigiri knew the effect he was having on him. Nagi may have looked at him as an angel before, but now, he was acting more like the devil himself.
“Oh, but Nagi~…” Chigiri bit his lip, savoring the taste of Nagi’s sticky precum that he’d been so gracious with. Licking those pillowy lips, he wrapped them around just the tip of Nagi’s cock, his tongue darting forward to lick little teasing stripes across the slit.
Nagi screamed.
“A-AAH! Chigiri–! Chigiri, please, oh god–!”
Chigiri never expected Nagi to sound like this. Then again, he was torturing him a little… Oh well~.
“Mm, it’s such a shame… I wanna keep milking that sweet, sweet precum out of you~...” Chigiri said, his voice an aphrodisiac to Nagi’s desperate mind. The taller boy had such a tight grip on Chigiri’s hair that his knuckles were white, but surprisingly, the redhead didn’t really mind. Anything was worth seeing Seishiro Nagi like this, moaning like a desperate little puppy under his mouth.
“Let me cum…! Goddamnit, Chigiri, you can’t just–” Nagi complained, making Chigiri grip the base of his cock even harder.
“I can’t just what?” Chigiri responded.
“Fuck… Fuck…” It seemed like a curse was escaping Nagi at each heavy breath. “Chigiri~…” That name, repeated like a hymn. Hearing it sounded so nice on Nagi’s lips. “Beggin’ you, please… lemme cum, I just wanna cum…!”
Chigiri could see tears forming in Nagi’s eyes, and he thought it was so cute and pathetic that he’d take pity on him this once.
“...Hm.” Chigiri nodded, licking a titillating stripe up the underside of Nagi’s cock. “When I make a sound…” Chigiri opened his mouth to lick Nagi’s tip again, making the other boy shudder. “...then you can cum, okay? Think you can do that?” Nagi nodded quickly, feeling like he was being pierced by Chigiri’s gaze.
“Y-Yeah. Please,” Nagi’s other hand was balled at his side, knuckles similarly white as the other.
“Good boy.”
Nagi had to physically restrain himself from cumming when Chigiri took him into his mouth again. He didn’t know what the other would do if he came prematurely, and after what he’s already done, Nagi didn’t want to find out. So he tried his best, tried to think of the most unimaginably horrendous thing possible to keep from cumming, because if he was honest, there was no way. There was just no way he could conceivably hold back if he didn’t.
Chigiri’s mouth seemed even softer and hotter than before, and he was sure it was because he was right on that sweet, sweet edge. Nagi liked to bring himself there, sure, and Reo would rarely tease him, preferring to get straight to the point, but Chigiri? He was right earlier when he said he was dangerous. More than that, he seemed hellbent on making Nagi go insane.
What Nagi hated the most, though, was the fact that it was working.
Chigiri was silent as he worked Nagi’s cock over once more, his tongue going the extra mile to milk the organ of precum. Nagi had his eyes scrunched closed above him, he could see, and he was trembling, trying not to cum.
So he could be obedient… Into the mental filing cabinet with that little tidbit.
He supposed Nagi’s had enough, and brought himself as far as he could go down on his cock. He hummed to signal to Nagi that it was okay to let go, and it was startling how immediate Nagi’s release came, painting the inside of his mouth with his bitter release.
“Ch-Chigiri!! Holy shit!!” Nagi’s loud yell of a moan broke through the heady atmosphere of the room. Chigiri’s eyes squinted closed as he tried his hardest to swallow everything that Nagi gave him, but unluckily for him, the taller boy had placed both of his hands square on the back of his head and was holding him down hard on it. Chigiri eventually couldn’t take anymore and started coughing around his cock, placing both of his hands on Nagi’s thighs to try and push away. Alas, it wasn’t working. He felt his head growing fuzzy and cum leaking from his nose, but eventually, he pulled back with enough force to combat Nagi’s grip and free himself. He coughed for a good few seconds, but still managed to swallow most of what Nagi shot in his mouth.
“Fucking dick,” Chigiri spat once he was able to speak, but still had a smirk on his face at what he saw: Seishiro Nagi, breathless and panting with a burning complexion.
“Y… Yeah… Sure seemed like you enjoyed it, though…” Nagi got out in a teasing tone, smiling wryly down at Chigiri. The two of them faced each other with those expressions for a moment before Nagi plopped down into the bath, wrapping his arms around Chigiri and kissing him more tenderly than before. Chigiri didn’t fight it at all; he accepted him with open arms.
The two of them kissed for longer than both of them thought they would. With closed eyes, the two of them waded across the pool of warm water as their tongues danced, Nagi teasingly pressing his feet against Chigiri’s and earning laughs in response. Maybe it was the afterglow of the blowjob still running through their heads, but they felt incredibly at home with each other in that moment, like the stress of Blue Lock and everything else, as well as everyone else, just didn’t exist. Nagi loved the taste of his essence in Chigiri’s mouth, trying desperately to lick every bit of it up. It was also another opportunity to get close to those soft locks of hair that smelled faintly of strawberry.
Am I… falling for him? Nagi thought.
There’s no way I’m falling for this guy… Chigiri thought.
Chigiri felt drunk on Nagi. He felt as if this tall, pale, pathetic boy had done something irreparable to him that he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about. He barely knew him, and yet, he felt as if he wanted to stay by his side throughout the entirety of Blue Lock’s duration. It was very possible that he wouldn’t feel this way after sleeping on it, but fuck, they were shoulder-deep in this now. He didn’t think that feelings would make themselves known right now, because this was just supposed to be an opportunity to release tension, but… fuck, this kiss they were sharing…
After they’d drifted to the opposite wall of the bath, Chigiri finally disconnected their lips and took a good look at the other.
“Nagi.”
“Yeah, princess…?” Nagi responded, once again getting a piece of Chigiri’s hair to bring to his lips. Chigiri shuddered when he did that. It was such a romantic gesture. Did he even realize that!? He took a breath and gulped, keeping eye contact with Nagi.
“...Take me. Right now.”
He saw Nagi’s eyes get infinitesimally wider.
“Heh… Well, I would, but I should probably prep you first…” Nagi smirked, bringing Chigiri to the wall of the bath and lifting him up to sit on the side. Even that alone made Chigiri’s heart flutter. His heart pounding with equal parts nervousness and excitement, he lied back on his elbows, similar to what he had Nagi doing earlier.
Nagi found himself entranced by Chigiri’s wet body, the way his forehead was slick with sweat, droplets of water funneling between the lines of muscle on his torso, his hair dripping water behind him… Fuck, he couldn’t be a real person, this was probably a dream–
“Stop staring…!” Chigiri interjected, trying to hurry things along. “Jeez… I know I’m pretty, but damn, you’re not an animal…”
“I know, but,” Nagi started, grabbing Chigiri’s thighs and spreading them apart to reveal his delicious hole. “you make me feel like one, Chigiri…” He brought his lips closer to that sensitive spot and flicked his tongue out, teasing the rim as he stared directly into Chigiri’s eyes.
Eye contact. Had to keep eye contact with those beautiful pearls of pink inside his head.
I have to treasure him.
Chigiri thought he might explode with want. Nagi’s piercing gaze didn’t stop the pleasure, it didn’t stop the desire to throw his head back and moan about how good he was making him feel, but he felt obligated to grace Nagi with his gaze, like it was a reassurance to him to keep going.
“I-Is that so…?” Chigiri breathed out, seconds before gasping out Nagi’s name.
“Mmm… Mhm…” Nagi hummed, savoring Chigiri’s taste, swirling his tongue around the other boy’s entrance.
“S… Stupid…” Chigiri put a hand over his mouth; somehow, some way, Nagi had made him feel embarrassed again. He’d seen this guy as his base desires took him over, he’d been the cause of that, and yet after that long kiss in the bath, it was like something had reset. Something was different, but it couldn’t be, right? It was just one fucking kiss! Even still, Chigiri had to keep eye contact with him. He had to.
Nagi’s tired eyes bore holes through Chigiri.
“Feeling… good?” Nagi questioned quietly, pressing a kiss to Chigiri’s thigh.
Chigiri only nodded his head; the breaths coming from his nose and moans coming from beneath his hand were like a resplendent orchestra for the soul. His pleading eyes, welling up with tears just like his own did before, assured Nagi of the good he was doing.
“Don’t tell me… you’re embarrassed again…” Nagi said, slipping one finger past Chigiri’s twitching pucker and inside him, making Chigiri moan from his very core.
“N-Nagi…!” The noise came, like an operatic sound from heaven itself.
“Yeah… Say my name…” Nagi urged, pressing kiss after kiss to Chigiri’s rosy thigh and biting soft marks into the sensitive skin. Chigiri couldn’t help but keep making noise, so he decided to forego the attempt to quiet himself and just let it all fly.
“Nagi… Nagi… Fuck, Nagi…!” Chigiri indulged the aforementioned boy’s wish as his finger glided in and out, which only made Nagi throb harder underneath the water. Adding a second finger to Chigiri’s hole, he used his free hand to start stroking Chigiri’s beautiful cock.
The speedster’s legs went stiff, extending past Nagi’s head as his white-knuckled hands balled up so hard he thought his palms might bleed. His high-pitched breaths flowed from his lips like a waterfall.
“Good boy…” Nagi murmured, using the same words that Chigiri had teased him with just moments ago.
“Asshole…! Fucking asshole, please, I need you…!” Chigiri groaned, thrusting his hips up and down to get an even better taste of both sensations Nagi was providing him with.
“Soon, Chigiri, soon… Need you to be patient…” A third finger was added alongside the other two, making Chigiri’s inner walls clench down on his hand even harder.
“M-My god…!” Chigiri’s eyes finally let some tears fall down; he was feeling so good, this was the first time in his life that he’d ever felt something so utterly, sinfully good. He internally apologized to Nagi, but he couldn’t hold eye contact with him anymore. He let his head fall back, moaning as he cried out in ecstasy.
“Almost…” Nagi assured, pressing kisses to Chigiri’s skin. Even despite the torture Chigiri had put him through earlier, Nagi was surprisingly gentle with him.
Finally, it was time.
“You ready…?” Nagi asked, carefully removing his fingers from Chigiri.
Chigiri looked down with wide eyes, tears clouding his vision. He swiftly blinked them away and nodded.
“Please… Nagi… I-I…” Chigiri couldn’t get the words out, his mind so foggy with need that it was making it impossible to think straight. Instead, he put his legs together and prepared to sink back down into the bath before Nagi stopped him.
Then, he did the unthinkable. He saw Chigiri’s legs, eyes widening just a bit, and leaned forward to kiss the scar from the shorter’s ACL surgery.
…There’s no way he just did that.
Chigiri was so shocked that no words, not even a single noise, came out. Instead, he faced Nagi with wide eyes and an open mouth, shaking.
“Chigiri… Or, ah… Hyoma.” Nagi breathed, finally easing Chigiri down into the bath.
“...Seishiro.” Chigiri replied, his voice shaky and expression pleading.
“...After all the begging you made me do earlier, I should be a lot meaner, don’t you think?” Nagi asked with a small smirk, helping Chigiri lift his legs to wrap around his waist. The water made it rather easy, and Chigiri topped off the position by placing his arms around Nagi’s shoulders.
“Hah… Maybe…” Chigiri laughed. “So… you gonna take me…?” He murmured, his breath tickling Nagi’s lips.
“...I thought you’d never ask.”
Nagi’s twitching cock didn’t take long to find Chigiri’s pulsing hole, and when the two connected, it was like a supernova was set off between the two boys. Chigiri held on as tight as he could to Nagi’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the other’s skin with ripe intensity.
“Nagi…! Nagi, Seishiro, it’s so– Your fingers couldn’t have– fucking prepared me for this–!” Chigiri’s breathing accelerated at an alarming rate, the sound of his gasps much more shrill than ever before.
“Please, be patient– fuck, need to be inside you, Hyoma, just– please, bear with it…!” Nagi tried with all of his might not to thrust up as hard as he could; he wanted to make this as good for both of them as possible. The feeling of the other’s walls squeezing his tip, however, was nothing short of perfect.
It took a while, but with equal effort from both sides, Nagi was eventually able to seat himself completely within Chigiri. They stared into each other’s eyes, places that both of them were now intimately familiar with after this short time together.
Chigiri struggled to adjust at first, but the feeling of pain slowly subsided into pleasure; the stretch burned him, even with all the prep Nagi had done, but it was worth it just to experience this. Nagi, on the other hand, felt that Chigiri’s insides were just as soft as the rest of him. Velvety, smooth, and silky… it just made sense, he supposed. Chigiri wrapped around his thick cock so fucking nicely, it almost made his heart stop.
“Can… Can I move now, princess?” Nagi gulped, questioning Chigiri.
“...I… Yeah… I think so…” Chigiri nervously nodded.
Nagi nodded back, then began to thrust.
With his hands firmly planted on the soft globes of Chigiri’s ass, Nagi was sure to go for it slowly at first. Chigiri looked as if he might pass out any minute, what with his fluttering lashes and melodic moans. As Isagi loved to say, maybe they’d found their chemical reaction.
“You know… you’re so fucking pretty, Hyoma Chigiri…” Nagi grunted, pressing a kiss to Chigiri’s lips.
“Wha– Huh–?” Chigiri was genuinely taken back by that, but he was too drunk off of Nagi’s ministrations that he couldn’t think of a snarky comeback.
“You know, Chigiri… I’ve been obsessed with your lips this whole time… How soft they are…” Another kiss was planted. “How pretty they look…”
“St-Stop…!” Chigiri wasn’t sure why he said to stop, but all of this praise coming out of nowhere was– it was just–
Stop, or I’m really gonna fall in love with you…!
“And your hair… It smells so good… You smell so good, Hyoma…!”
Chigiri’s breathing eventually just turned into full on moans, incredible noises of ecstasy pouring from the lips that Nagi said he adored so much. He hid his face in Nagi’s shoulder as tears fell freely from his eyes, and Nagi used this opportunity to bury his face in Chigiri’s hair, getting a good whiff of the intoxicating strawberry scent that pervaded those beautiful red locks.
“Am I okay to go faster…? Please, tell me, Hyoma–”
“Yes, you idiot…! Your cock is driving me fucking crazy, so just– make me lose my fucking mind, please!”
Nagi wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
Chigiri knew he was going to be sore tomorrow. With how hard his legs were squeezing Nagi’s waist and how hard he was getting his guts rearranged, there was no way he wouldn’t be. After his little declaration, Nagi truly wasn’t in a mind to go any slower. This was what Chigiri wanted, so it was only natural.
Both of them were moaning out loud at this point, but Chigiri was taking the prize home for noise level without a doubt. Desperately clinging onto Nagi’s shoulders and clawing across his back as the taller boy vigorously thrusted his girthy cock in and out, in and out, in and out, Chigiri didn’t think he’d even be able to get out of bed tomorrow, much less walk. Even while trying to muffle his screams by biting Nagi’s shoulder, it didn’t do much to suffocate his moans. That was just unrealistic.
“Ch-Chigiri–! Look at me, please…!” Nagi groaned, which Chigiri agreed to on pure instinct. What Nagi saw in those pink eyes was nothing short of divine, like some entity of pure and unadulterated lust had seeped itself inside of Chigiri’s being just to lure him in even further.
“Fu-Fuck, Nagi, I’m lookin’ at you, now wha– Mmph!!” Nagi kissed him. Again. Nagi couldn’t stand it any longer, he had to feel those lips against his again. Chigiri screamed inside of Nagi’s mouth as he was made over anew, Nagi’s cock carving its shape into his insides again and again.
“Hyoma–!” Nagi was a servant to pleasure at this point, simply a machine being used to carry out his animalistic desire to make Chigiri his.
“S-Seish-shiro, keep s-saying my name, sounds so– so good in your voice–!” Chigiri whimpered back.
“Hyoma, H-Hyoma, gonna c-cum soon, Hyoma,” Nagi obeyed, just as Chigiri did before him.
“F-Fuck, Nagi! Seishiro!! Me too, I-I can’t brea–!” Chigiri could no longer speak properly, he was getting fucked so deeply. Nagi kept hitting his sweet spot over and over, to the point that Chigiri thought he might shatter into a million pieces; but if it was by Nagi’s cock, he thought, then that was fine.
I just need him so fucking bad.
Nagi once again interrupted him with a kiss.
“Then don’t, just scream my name when you cum, Hyoma, cum all over my cock,” Nagi requested selfishly; the repeated utterance of his given name on Nagi’s lips made Chigiri want to scream even louder, so that he did. His orgasm finally caught up to him, his back arching hard as he held onto Nagi as tightly as he could.
“N-NAGI! SEISHIRO!!”
Chigiri’s angelic voice could surely be heard at least a few rooms away at this point, but neither of them cared. Nagi kept pounding away at Chigiri’s tight hole as the shorter boy spilled his thick load of cum onto their stomachs, some of it dripping into the bathwater.
“F-Fuuck, Hyoma, you– so tight, oh god, I’m cumming–!” Nagi didn’t last long after. In no short time after Chigiri came, Nagi’s cock shot ropes of cum deep inside of the redhead, to the point that it started seeping out of him, and both of them let out another stream of impassioned moans.
Barou was definitely gonna be pissed.
After their impulsive escapade was over, both of them found themselves longing for more. Nagi still held Chigiri, still deeply seated inside him. Eventually, after some more unbroken eye contact, Chigiri began to laugh.
Wait… Why is he laughing? Was I that bad? Nagi thought to himself.
“You’re… You’re just so weird.” Chigiri told him, threading his fingers through Nagi’s sweaty hair.
“Mm?” Nagi hummed. “Where’s this comin’ from, princess…?”
“I just don’t get how you’re so… good at everything. And you don’t even try.”
“...You sayin’ that cuz I fucked you that good?” Nagi asked.
“Kill yourself,” Chigiri said, playfully smacking Nagi on the head. “Don’t get a big head about it.”
“Heh, too late,” Nagi laughed, making Chigiri laugh along with him.
“Hey, but, um…” Chigiri started, awkwardly tapping his fingers on Nagi’s shoulder. “If, by any circumstances, we get separated… Like if we lose the next match and one of us gets taken…”
“Yeah…?” Nagi followed, hanging on Chigiri’s every word.
“...Just, gimme your contact info so we can stay in touch. Okay?”
Nagi’s heart swelled.
“...You got it, princess.” He said with a smile. Chigiri smiled back.
“...Kiss me, Seishiro.”
Nagi looked down at those lips he’d become so obsessed with in such short a time.
“Any time, Hyoma.”