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fuma goes back to the locker room late due to having to go through the practice evaluation with the coach. he is, however, quick to find kei swarmed by their excited teammates: some eagerly asking to sign on his cast, some showering him with concerned questions.
"he's not dying anytime soon, yall." the newly arrived vice-captain claps his hands for attention. "nicholas, don't hold down his forearm like that or it'll break again."
all heads turn toward him, some polite and still unfamiliar freshmen even bowing slightly. kei beams at the sight of his baby.
nicholas lets go of kei's casted arm with a pout. "there goes the overprotective boyfriend."
fuma smacks him by the shoulder. "yes i am overprotective. try me and see if i would break your arm too."
the rest of the team giggle and mockingly coo at the taiwanese boy before understandingly grab their stuffs for shower and lunch, now that kei has already started shooting heart eyes at the tsundere.
once left behind by themselves, fuma raises an eyebrow at the captain. "and you. can you not act like i haven't seen you for weeks and not driven you to school and back for the last few days?"
"woah. you nearly killed for me in front of the whole rugby team, and now i'm the one doing too much?" he grins cheekily before the younger gets all defensive. "just joking. i've been waiting for you to help with an emergency."
kei drops the jacket that he's been holding in front of his crotch with his uninjured arm.
"you're kidding me."
the bulge is prominent, making a semi-obvious tent even as the rugby short is slightly loose.
finally having some shame, the captain's cheeks bright up a shade of pink. "this is your fault and your responsibility."
"how the fuck is your mid-day arousal my responsibility? mind you, i haven't even talked to you since i sent you to your morning class!"
"well, it's-it's the practice!" kei looks down, chewing on his bottom lip.
fuma is even more confused. "elaborate?"
"it's because you look hot. on the field. during practice…"
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ever since the junior joined the rugby team, kei rarely ever got to sit back and watch fuma on the field. like, without observing his every moves and teamwork and physical abilities as a team captain, just watch him.
sure, fuma has always been attractive: his gentle face, broad physique, honey-sweet voice and caring manners stirring waves inside kei from the first day. however, kei, only serious when it comes to rugby, never let himself get distracted when it comes to practice.
that's why fuma's sporty appeal never caught on to him. not until today when kei, injured and arrived mid-practice due to having to meet with professors for assignment extensions, was forced to sit on the bench the whole time and couldn't even afford to think due to fatigue. not until today kei got to focus on his younger boyfriend's muscular thighs and plump ass outlining sporty shorts, broad shoulder stretching out the varsity polo, sweaty hair falling messily over the headband, his focused eyes all dominant and sexy.
by the end of practice, kei's dick forgot how to act.
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"just this one time…" the older whines pitifully, rubbing his face onto fuma's chest despite constant protests about how sweaty he is.
"i'm. not. letting. you. fuck. me. here."
"but it's so uncomfortable~ and locker room sex has been on our bucket list for a while already."
fuma pulls kei away by the hair. "it's on your bucket list, moron. i'm sweaty and you're injured and this place is tight. plus the kids could come back for their stuffs at anytime."
"they're gonna head straight to lunch after shower! we can do it real quick, 30 minutes shall do!"
"then shower and skip lunch and still risk being late for our afternoon classes? not a chance!"
kei puts on his best puppy eyes. "how about we head straight home after this? take a bath in the privacy of my condo, then order take-out and just cuddle the afternoon away?"
the suggestion is so tempting fuma has to shake his head extra hard to get rid of the imagination. "no way i'm skipping class because you're horny, kei."
the older pulls his boyfriend impossibly closer with the uninjured arm, causing fuma to jerk in fear of pressing against the cast. "just once please. it's not like i'm injured, aroused and needy everyday." and he sneakily links his hand with fuma's, affectionately stroking the back of the younger's palm.
"the first one, i agree with. the last two, i beg to differ." despite the mocking tone, fuma's voice softens. "... you're truly insufferable, you know?"
-
with the locker room securely locked from the inside, fuma is now on his knees in between kei's spreaded legs, mouth on the older's cock and two lubed fingers in his own asshole.
his tongue skillfully works it way around the tip then across the slit, causing kei's grip on his hair to tighten. fuma looks up to see kei's head thrown back against the locker, his chest heaving up and down. assured that he's doing a good job as he always does, fuma rewards himself by pumping his fingers faster against the tight walls. he simultaneously swallows half of kei's generous length at once, his free hand firmly holding kei's hips in place to prevent the captain from jerking forward too abruptly.
"fuma… fuma… baby…"
fuma hums as best as he could with a cock down his throat.
"can i thrust forward now? i can do it real slow. wanna fuck your mouth."
fuma pulls back and looks up to calculate how kei can thrust without using his right hand for support. he fixes the position so that kei's shoulder against the locker can act as another point of support, puts the arm cast over his own shoulder, then orders the older to thrust forward just to see. kei moves slowly and carefully, looking steady enough with left hand on the bench and shoulder against the vertical surface. the younger nods in approval but still sends another reminder for the older to go slow, before going back to wrap his lips around the angry red cock and resuming preparing himself for penetration.
kei keeps his promise of going slow, each short thrust stroking clumsily against the roof of fuma's mouth. ever having a soft spot for kei despite the cold act, the younger boy swallows more of the sizable dick and hollows his cheeks in rhythm with the slow thrusting. he presses his tongue on the veins of kei's cock, making the older moan in sensitivity caused by the rough texture. the younger, in the mean time, curls three fingers inside himself and stretches the already swollen rim further apart. fuma can feel the thick column getting impossibly big in his mouth with precum starting to drip out of the tip; so he lets go with a pop, earning a pitiful whine from the captain.
the vice-captain gives his boyfriend an endearing peck on the lips before whispering throatily near his ear, "we have no time to get you hard twice. don't you wanna come when you're inside me?"
that effectively shuts kei up. the older boyfriend sits there in quiet obedience while fuma rummages through his backpack for the condom. once having found it, fuma slides it down kei's standing cock securely, strips himself of the rugby polo and shorts, then turns back and forth looking for a good position.
kei ends up getting pressed into the locker wall, his lap full of fuma's plump ass and thighs, his view fuma's ridiculously wide shoulder and muscular back.
"is this comfortable? am i pressing on your cast?" receiving no answer, fuma lands a rather harsh slap on the older's bare thigh. "kei!"
"wha-what?" kei absent-mindedly nods, so startstruck by the view that he doesn't realize fuma can't really see him. "i mean, yes. it's perfect."
fuma still leans forward a bit more for good measure, one hand holding onto the bench for balance. only then he reaches for kei's dick and aims it against his own gaping hole. after a little nudge, he pushes himself onto the generous length. the moans kei lets out are lewdly beautiful. only ⅓ of his dick is inside fuma, and already he can't help throwing his head back in long-awaited relief. fuma is actually not much better, the knowledge that he has such effects over his boyfriend arouses him more than he thought. holding back the urge to just use kei for fucking himself till his legs give up, fuma moves carefully on top of kei, swallowing the older's dick deeper by inches each time. the moment fuma's asscheeks slap onto kei's crotch, they sigh in harmony.
"so good… fuma, baby…" are the last of kei's words that fuma manages to understand, whatever follows turns into incoherent babbling.
the vice-captain, however, still gets the signal. he increases his pace, soon rapidly bouncing on the older's hard-on at an angle. the mission of keeping his voice completely aborted, fuma grunts while reaching for his own cock with one hand, stroking it roughly. only one of kei's two hands is capable of moving, yet somehow he feels the older almost everywhere: on his back, his shoulder, his waist, his thigh, even a good grip on his hair for a moment. the intimacy drives fuma over the brink of insanity, his speed of fucking himself on kei nearly uncontrollable.
"i'm close…" fuma's whole body shakes, nearly falling out of balance.
kei can't respond, groans and moans occupied his mouth. understandable, since fuma can soon feel the older vibrate violently for a good minute before deflating like a popped balloon. fuma sits fully on kei's semi-softened dick, giving his own aching cock a few good squeezes then cumming all over his hand.
-
constantly swatting away kei's sneaky hand, fuma tries to clean up the two of them as best as he could. he then helps kei into his shorts and shoes before putting on his own relatively clean clothes.
"as much as i want to let you have this moment, we need to leave for shower before the kids get back. are you feeling okay? with your arm and everything?"
"okay? i feel perfectly great." kei grins sheepishly, still trying to bury his face into fuma's neck.
"enough, enough now." the younger pushes his boyfriend away with all his might. "we have all the time later, not now."
the captain wiggles his eyebrow cheekily. "all the time for what? what are you promising me?"
fuma smacks his uninjured arm slightly. "i'm only contemplating. and if you don't behave, there will be no promises at all."