Shower Room Scenario
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Also, happy birthday to quinesale, but unfortunately your fic isn't ready yet. xDDD;; *fails*
Title: Shower Room Scenario
Pairing: KaneBaka
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Akazawa's perfect scenario fails to take a couple things into account.
Although Akazawa questioned the wisdom of Mizuki choosing himself, Yuuta, Kisarazu, and *not Akazawa* to attend the Junior Senbatsu camp, he had to admit it was nice to be without the trio for a few days. Especially Mizuki.
Being sans three regulars had its advantages. Advantage one: no Mizuki and Yuuta locking the door to the shower room and taking an hour-long “shower.” Advantage two: no Kisarazu to lock the door to the shower room and take an hour-long “shower” with Yanagisawa. And, perhaps most important, Advantage three: finally being able to lock the door to the shower room and take an hour-long (or more . . . mmm hopefully more) “shower” with Kaneda.
Akazawa had set the scenario up perfectly, calling off practice early and ensuring everyone else cleared out, while having Kaneda stay behind to help him clean up. Kaneda had just entered the shower the exact moment that Yanagisawa exited the clubhouse, also being the last person - besides Kaneda and Akazawa themselves - to leave for the day. Akazawa snuck over and locked the clubroom door, just to be safe. By the time he stripped and tiptoed into the shower, he was so worked-up over the whole thing that he was already hard.
Kaneda jumped and made a startled noise as Akazawa wrapped his arms around him from behind, pushing his half-stiff cock against the dip of Kaneda’s ass. Momentarily recovering from the scare, Kaneda moaned and pushed back against him on instinct. “Buchou . . .” he whispered, then shut his mouth with a blush. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking a shower, obviously.” Akazawa’s mouth moved across the curve of Kaneda’s neck and shoulder, biting gently on the wet skin.
Kaneda’s knees were already going weak with desire. He loved the way Akazawa’s teeth felt on his skin, especially . . . “mmm, right there,” he moaned as those sharp incisors dug into the skin of his neck directly over his pulse. The teeth bit down more sharply, making him whimper and then sigh as Akazawa licked and kissed the sweet pain away. Feeling hungry with desire, he turned his head in a demand for a kiss.
Akazawa delivered gladly, kissing him slow and deep, with alternating soft bites on the upper and lower lips. Drawn into the kiss, Kaneda kept turning and was eventually facing his lover when he suddenly felt the cold tile of the wall on his back and hissed. Akazawa didn’t relent, only pushed him harder against the wall and bit down roughly on his neck as Kaneda’s face turned away.
They each had a knee between one another’s legs now, and Kaneda felt like he was sinking further and further into the wall as Akazawa’s thigh purposely rubbed against his erection, still licking and biting on his neck as if he was trying to devour the skin. Kaneda noticed with a shiver he was no longer under the hot spray of water. He considered for a few seconds, and decided to take control of the situation.
With a strength very few knew he even possessed, Kaneda pushed Akazawa off of him, spun the both of them around, and shoved his lover against the wall more than a bit roughly. Akazawa’s eyes flashed dangerously on instinct, but calmed into something more amused as Kaneda grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing it over Akazawa’s chest. “You are a bit dirty, buchou,” Kaneda observed bemusedly, closing the distance between them and snaking a knee between Akazawa’s legs.
“Mmm,” he moaned in response as Kaneda washed his torso slowly and sensually with both hands, closing his eyes and allowing his head to rest back against the tiled wall. He opened his eyelids just slightly, not enough for Kaneda to notice, but enough that he could watch Kaneda as he washed him. The hot spray of the shower was falling directly onto the other, and the rivers of water sliding down his smooth, tight body looked simultaneously like the most sensual and edible thing he’d ever laid eyes on. His cock was really hard now, pointing upward at 45 degree angle, right at Kaneda’s face, as if begging him.
Kaneda noticed with an inward chuckle and smoothed the soap down Akazawa’s chest, across his flat, sculpted stomach and over the nest of black hair surrounding his cock. Kaneda let the bar of soap fall to the floor with a thud, then bunched his fingers and scrubbed into the hair, causing Akazawa to let out a choke that might have been profane. He smiled to himself as his lover reached out to grab at his arms, and wrapped his hand around the erection, squeezing gently and pulling.
“Oh shit,” Akazawa did let out a curse then, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. “Ah, that feels good.” He bucked his hips forward, seeking more friction.
Kaneda smiled and stroked again, more firmly but slower than before. “You’re really dirty here, aren’t you, buchou?”
Akazawa groaned in response, hands digging hard into Kaneda’s shoulders and rocking his hips forward in short thrusts. Kaneda kept his hand fisted and still, letting Akazawa fuck his hand for a minute before laying a hand on his stomach and pushing him back against the wall. “But that’s not all that’s dirty, correct?”
Akazawa’s eyes opened, surprise written clearly in his expression. A little put-off, but undoubtedly aroused, he nodded slowly and turned around, propping his arms against the wall and bending over slightly. Kaneda did nothing, just stood there staring at him for a good minute before Akazawa realized what he wanted. “Um . . . please wash me.”
Kaneda leaned over him, and his body was hot and wet and felt so good against him. He licked along Akazawa’s ear and bit down, hard enough to make him wince. “Where would you like me to wash you, buchou?”
Akazawa moaned again as Kaneda sucked on his neck. Somehow, Kaneda calling him “buchou” during sex sounded like the kinkiest thing in existence. He breathed deeply and brought an arm around as Kaneda backed away momentarily, palm grasping one of the cheeks of his ass and spreading it. “Here,” he answered simply, voice easily betraying how bad he wanted it.
Kaneda complied almost immediately, running a forefinger down the crack of his ass and inserting the very tip of the finger inside. “Right here?” he queried innocently.
“Mmm yeah,” Akazawa breathed out and pushed back to get the finger deeper. Kaneda smirked and pushed the finger in all the way, trying not to laugh as Akazawa cursed again and clenched around him. After a few moments, he relaxed, muscles loosening and allowing Kaneda to pull out and push in again. Akazawa tensed a few more times around him, but adjusted, giving in with a wanton moan. “More,” he begged, too turned-on to care that he probably sounded like a two-bit whore.
Kaneda gave in, inserting a second finger, and leaned over Akazawa again, kissing and sucking the small of his back. He couldn’t deny how turned on he was, his own cock hard and practically throbbing with the need to replace those fingers as soon as possible. He began finger-fucking him roughly, and his free hand snuck around to check that his lover was still as turned-on as before. He was, and Kaneda hummed appreciatively as Akazawa attempted to grab his hand and keep it on his erection. Unfortunately for him, Kaneda had other things in mind, and pulled both of his hands away as he stepped back.
Akazawa looked at him over his shoulder, a small smile gracing his handsome face. Kaneda felt something in his chest pull at the sight, smiling back warmly and blushing despite the situation. The timidness passed quickly though, and he spread the ass cheeks before him and placed his cock in between them, swollen tip resting against the small hole. Akazawa was still watching him, and Kaneda got caught in his gaze, two pairs of eyes hot with lust reflecting off of one another, as he carefully pushed inside the incredibly tight heat.
Their gaze broke as Akazawa looked away, cringing at the pain but willing himself to relax and take it. A series of deep breaths, along with Kaneda’s hand rubbing soothingly along his back calmed him, and allowed Kaneda to slide in more easily. It was at least ten minutes later, after slow and careful adjusting, that it started feeling good for both of them.
Kaneda let out a heavy breath as Akazawa finally eased around him, releasing his cock from the too-intense pressure it felt every time he pushed in and out. Finally, he was able to slide in and out without that uncomfortable strain, and even though it was still tight, it was the perfect level of pressure squeezing his cock with every thrust. It felt amazing, better than almost anything in the world, he noted, even better than a blowjob, and he rocked forward with the distinct feeling of having found the very thing he’d been looking for all day. This was what he’d been needing.
Dignity be damned, Akazawa couldn’t deny the onslaught of sharp sensations, pleasure so intense it was almost painful, and couldn’t help the way his body responded to it. Gasps and moans turned into whimpers that turned into something resembling a cat’s mewl, whiny and high-pitched and undeniably needy. He thrusted back wildly, meeting Kaneda’s drives with movements that resembled humping.
Kaneda slowed to a stop, and Akazawa let out a disgruntled sound of annoyance. He tried to turn his neck to glare at him, but found his muscles uncooperative. Didn’t matter anyway, as Kaneda was only repositioning them a bit. He pulled at Akazawa’s inner thighs so he would spread his legs a bit further, and pressed his palm to Akazawa’s stomach, urging him to straighten his back a little more. Akazawa complied easily, and was promptly rewarded as Kaneda drove into him sharply, cock stabbing right into his prostate and almost making him come on the spot.
He gasped loudly. “Shit, Kaneda . . . ah!” he tensed as he came after only two more of those perfect thrusts, cock spurting hard, thick streams of come landing on the shower wall in front of him. Kaneda continued thrusting, each drive of his hips hard and firm and perfect, and it took a good thirty seconds for Akazawa’s orgasm to subside. He was left feeling so utterly boneless and ravaged he slid down to the floor, groaning only a little as Kaneda’s still-hard length fell out of him.
Kaneda allowed him a minute to catch his breath before stepping up close and holding his dick to his face. “Are you gonna take care of this, or should I?” Although it was a technically a question, it was really more of a demand. Akazawa didn’t mind at all though, and obeyed with a small smirk. He took the cock in his hands and lapped at it a few times before taking it into his mouth.
Kaneda was close, so close he wasn’t willing to tolerate any slow teasing from Akazawa. He took his cock away, pushed aside the wet locks of Akazawa’s hair, and rested both hands around the crown of his head. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Akazawa moaned and licked his lips, opening his mouth wide. Kaneda pushed into his mouth, holding his head still, and began thrusting gently, careful not to push in too far.
It took under two minutes to bring him over, fucking himself on his lover’s hot mouth, hands clenched tightly in his thick, wet hair. He pulled his cock out as he felt his orgasm approach, and Akazawa closed his eyes and kept his mouth open obligingly as Kaneda shot off onto his face. Most of it landed on his cheeks, lips, or in his mouth, but there was a little that unfortunately got in his nose, causing him to flinch away and heel over in a coughing fit.
Kaneda, finishing himself off with a few tight pulls and knowing full well what had just happened, couldn’t help but laugh.
Akazawa snuck his head under the shower, washing off the jizz and gargling the hot water. He coughed a few more times before subsiding, and glared at the laughing Kaneda. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” He tried to rise to his feet, but fell against the side of the shower stall awkwardly.
Kaneda managed to stop laughing and wrapped an arm around Akazawa to support him, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “I did not. My aim isn’t that good.”
Akazawa returned his grin after a moment, and turned to return the kiss as well. Leaning against the stall for support, he pulled Kaneda against him and kissed him thoroughly. He broke away with a smirk and an observation. “Well, your aim in other areas is certainly that good.”
Kaneda, for all that he’d just participated in, blushed modestly. Compliments on his sexual prowess always made him feel shy. He scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and Akazawa had to laugh at him, pulling him into another kiss. He was about to say something else when an abrupt pounding on the shower room door jolted them apart.
“Oi! You done in there yet!” It took Akazawa a moment to place the voice, and he wanted to kick himself when he did. He’d forgotten all about Nomura. Nomura, who had a key to the clubhouse. Nomura, who had stayed after to sweep the courts. Nomura, who also held a key to the shower room, but was quite intelligently not using it.
Well, he thought as he shut off the water, he had two more days to get the scenario right.
~FIN~
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Also, happy birthday to quinesale, but unfortunately your fic isn't ready yet. xDDD;; *fails*
Title: Shower Room Scenario
Pairing: KaneBaka
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Akazawa's perfect scenario fails to take a couple things into account.
Although Akazawa questioned the wisdom of Mizuki choosing himself, Yuuta, Kisarazu, and *not Akazawa* to attend the Junior Senbatsu camp, he had to admit it was nice to be without the trio for a few days. Especially Mizuki.
Being sans three regulars had its advantages. Advantage one: no Mizuki and Yuuta locking the door to the shower room and taking an hour-long “shower.” Advantage two: no Kisarazu to lock the door to the shower room and take an hour-long “shower” with Yanagisawa. And, perhaps most important, Advantage three: finally being able to lock the door to the shower room and take an hour-long (or more . . . mmm hopefully more) “shower” with Kaneda.
Akazawa had set the scenario up perfectly, calling off practice early and ensuring everyone else cleared out, while having Kaneda stay behind to help him clean up. Kaneda had just entered the shower the exact moment that Yanagisawa exited the clubhouse, also being the last person - besides Kaneda and Akazawa themselves - to leave for the day. Akazawa snuck over and locked the clubroom door, just to be safe. By the time he stripped and tiptoed into the shower, he was so worked-up over the whole thing that he was already hard.
Kaneda jumped and made a startled noise as Akazawa wrapped his arms around him from behind, pushing his half-stiff cock against the dip of Kaneda’s ass. Momentarily recovering from the scare, Kaneda moaned and pushed back against him on instinct. “Buchou . . .” he whispered, then shut his mouth with a blush. “What are you doing here?”
“Taking a shower, obviously.” Akazawa’s mouth moved across the curve of Kaneda’s neck and shoulder, biting gently on the wet skin.
Kaneda’s knees were already going weak with desire. He loved the way Akazawa’s teeth felt on his skin, especially . . . “mmm, right there,” he moaned as those sharp incisors dug into the skin of his neck directly over his pulse. The teeth bit down more sharply, making him whimper and then sigh as Akazawa licked and kissed the sweet pain away. Feeling hungry with desire, he turned his head in a demand for a kiss.
Akazawa delivered gladly, kissing him slow and deep, with alternating soft bites on the upper and lower lips. Drawn into the kiss, Kaneda kept turning and was eventually facing his lover when he suddenly felt the cold tile of the wall on his back and hissed. Akazawa didn’t relent, only pushed him harder against the wall and bit down roughly on his neck as Kaneda’s face turned away.
They each had a knee between one another’s legs now, and Kaneda felt like he was sinking further and further into the wall as Akazawa’s thigh purposely rubbed against his erection, still licking and biting on his neck as if he was trying to devour the skin. Kaneda noticed with a shiver he was no longer under the hot spray of water. He considered for a few seconds, and decided to take control of the situation.
With a strength very few knew he even possessed, Kaneda pushed Akazawa off of him, spun the both of them around, and shoved his lover against the wall more than a bit roughly. Akazawa’s eyes flashed dangerously on instinct, but calmed into something more amused as Kaneda grabbed a bar of soap and began rubbing it over Akazawa’s chest. “You are a bit dirty, buchou,” Kaneda observed bemusedly, closing the distance between them and snaking a knee between Akazawa’s legs.
“Mmm,” he moaned in response as Kaneda washed his torso slowly and sensually with both hands, closing his eyes and allowing his head to rest back against the tiled wall. He opened his eyelids just slightly, not enough for Kaneda to notice, but enough that he could watch Kaneda as he washed him. The hot spray of the shower was falling directly onto the other, and the rivers of water sliding down his smooth, tight body looked simultaneously like the most sensual and edible thing he’d ever laid eyes on. His cock was really hard now, pointing upward at 45 degree angle, right at Kaneda’s face, as if begging him.
Kaneda noticed with an inward chuckle and smoothed the soap down Akazawa’s chest, across his flat, sculpted stomach and over the nest of black hair surrounding his cock. Kaneda let the bar of soap fall to the floor with a thud, then bunched his fingers and scrubbed into the hair, causing Akazawa to let out a choke that might have been profane. He smiled to himself as his lover reached out to grab at his arms, and wrapped his hand around the erection, squeezing gently and pulling.
“Oh shit,” Akazawa did let out a curse then, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. “Ah, that feels good.” He bucked his hips forward, seeking more friction.
Kaneda smiled and stroked again, more firmly but slower than before. “You’re really dirty here, aren’t you, buchou?”
Akazawa groaned in response, hands digging hard into Kaneda’s shoulders and rocking his hips forward in short thrusts. Kaneda kept his hand fisted and still, letting Akazawa fuck his hand for a minute before laying a hand on his stomach and pushing him back against the wall. “But that’s not all that’s dirty, correct?”
Akazawa’s eyes opened, surprise written clearly in his expression. A little put-off, but undoubtedly aroused, he nodded slowly and turned around, propping his arms against the wall and bending over slightly. Kaneda did nothing, just stood there staring at him for a good minute before Akazawa realized what he wanted. “Um . . . please wash me.”
Kaneda leaned over him, and his body was hot and wet and felt so good against him. He licked along Akazawa’s ear and bit down, hard enough to make him wince. “Where would you like me to wash you, buchou?”
Akazawa moaned again as Kaneda sucked on his neck. Somehow, Kaneda calling him “buchou” during sex sounded like the kinkiest thing in existence. He breathed deeply and brought an arm around as Kaneda backed away momentarily, palm grasping one of the cheeks of his ass and spreading it. “Here,” he answered simply, voice easily betraying how bad he wanted it.
Kaneda complied almost immediately, running a forefinger down the crack of his ass and inserting the very tip of the finger inside. “Right here?” he queried innocently.
“Mmm yeah,” Akazawa breathed out and pushed back to get the finger deeper. Kaneda smirked and pushed the finger in all the way, trying not to laugh as Akazawa cursed again and clenched around him. After a few moments, he relaxed, muscles loosening and allowing Kaneda to pull out and push in again. Akazawa tensed a few more times around him, but adjusted, giving in with a wanton moan. “More,” he begged, too turned-on to care that he probably sounded like a two-bit whore.
Kaneda gave in, inserting a second finger, and leaned over Akazawa again, kissing and sucking the small of his back. He couldn’t deny how turned on he was, his own cock hard and practically throbbing with the need to replace those fingers as soon as possible. He began finger-fucking him roughly, and his free hand snuck around to check that his lover was still as turned-on as before. He was, and Kaneda hummed appreciatively as Akazawa attempted to grab his hand and keep it on his erection. Unfortunately for him, Kaneda had other things in mind, and pulled both of his hands away as he stepped back.
Akazawa looked at him over his shoulder, a small smile gracing his handsome face. Kaneda felt something in his chest pull at the sight, smiling back warmly and blushing despite the situation. The timidness passed quickly though, and he spread the ass cheeks before him and placed his cock in between them, swollen tip resting against the small hole. Akazawa was still watching him, and Kaneda got caught in his gaze, two pairs of eyes hot with lust reflecting off of one another, as he carefully pushed inside the incredibly tight heat.
Their gaze broke as Akazawa looked away, cringing at the pain but willing himself to relax and take it. A series of deep breaths, along with Kaneda’s hand rubbing soothingly along his back calmed him, and allowed Kaneda to slide in more easily. It was at least ten minutes later, after slow and careful adjusting, that it started feeling good for both of them.
Kaneda let out a heavy breath as Akazawa finally eased around him, releasing his cock from the too-intense pressure it felt every time he pushed in and out. Finally, he was able to slide in and out without that uncomfortable strain, and even though it was still tight, it was the perfect level of pressure squeezing his cock with every thrust. It felt amazing, better than almost anything in the world, he noted, even better than a blowjob, and he rocked forward with the distinct feeling of having found the very thing he’d been looking for all day. This was what he’d been needing.
Dignity be damned, Akazawa couldn’t deny the onslaught of sharp sensations, pleasure so intense it was almost painful, and couldn’t help the way his body responded to it. Gasps and moans turned into whimpers that turned into something resembling a cat’s mewl, whiny and high-pitched and undeniably needy. He thrusted back wildly, meeting Kaneda’s drives with movements that resembled humping.
Kaneda slowed to a stop, and Akazawa let out a disgruntled sound of annoyance. He tried to turn his neck to glare at him, but found his muscles uncooperative. Didn’t matter anyway, as Kaneda was only repositioning them a bit. He pulled at Akazawa’s inner thighs so he would spread his legs a bit further, and pressed his palm to Akazawa’s stomach, urging him to straighten his back a little more. Akazawa complied easily, and was promptly rewarded as Kaneda drove into him sharply, cock stabbing right into his prostate and almost making him come on the spot.
He gasped loudly. “Shit, Kaneda . . . ah!” he tensed as he came after only two more of those perfect thrusts, cock spurting hard, thick streams of come landing on the shower wall in front of him. Kaneda continued thrusting, each drive of his hips hard and firm and perfect, and it took a good thirty seconds for Akazawa’s orgasm to subside. He was left feeling so utterly boneless and ravaged he slid down to the floor, groaning only a little as Kaneda’s still-hard length fell out of him.
Kaneda allowed him a minute to catch his breath before stepping up close and holding his dick to his face. “Are you gonna take care of this, or should I?” Although it was a technically a question, it was really more of a demand. Akazawa didn’t mind at all though, and obeyed with a small smirk. He took the cock in his hands and lapped at it a few times before taking it into his mouth.
Kaneda was close, so close he wasn’t willing to tolerate any slow teasing from Akazawa. He took his cock away, pushed aside the wet locks of Akazawa’s hair, and rested both hands around the crown of his head. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Akazawa moaned and licked his lips, opening his mouth wide. Kaneda pushed into his mouth, holding his head still, and began thrusting gently, careful not to push in too far.
It took under two minutes to bring him over, fucking himself on his lover’s hot mouth, hands clenched tightly in his thick, wet hair. He pulled his cock out as he felt his orgasm approach, and Akazawa closed his eyes and kept his mouth open obligingly as Kaneda shot off onto his face. Most of it landed on his cheeks, lips, or in his mouth, but there was a little that unfortunately got in his nose, causing him to flinch away and heel over in a coughing fit.
Kaneda, finishing himself off with a few tight pulls and knowing full well what had just happened, couldn’t help but laugh.
Akazawa snuck his head under the shower, washing off the jizz and gargling the hot water. He coughed a few more times before subsiding, and glared at the laughing Kaneda. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” He tried to rise to his feet, but fell against the side of the shower stall awkwardly.
Kaneda managed to stop laughing and wrapped an arm around Akazawa to support him, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “I did not. My aim isn’t that good.”
Akazawa returned his grin after a moment, and turned to return the kiss as well. Leaning against the stall for support, he pulled Kaneda against him and kissed him thoroughly. He broke away with a smirk and an observation. “Well, your aim in other areas is certainly that good.”
Kaneda, for all that he’d just participated in, blushed modestly. Compliments on his sexual prowess always made him feel shy. He scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and Akazawa had to laugh at him, pulling him into another kiss. He was about to say something else when an abrupt pounding on the shower room door jolted them apart.
“Oi! You done in there yet!” It took Akazawa a moment to place the voice, and he wanted to kick himself when he did. He’d forgotten all about Nomura. Nomura, who had a key to the clubhouse. Nomura, who had stayed after to sweep the courts. Nomura, who also held a key to the shower room, but was quite intelligently not using it.
Well, he thought as he shut off the water, he had two more days to get the scenario right.
~FIN~
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