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Itoshi Sae does not get jealous.
Not what he would consider the actual dictionary definition of jealousy, anyway.
He has no need to be jealous; not when he’s always been so sure of himself and everything that he is. Fit, athletic, talented, greatest midfielder the world has ever seen, rich, secure. Hot boyfriend who is obsessed with him.
Itoshi Sae does not get jealous, apart from when said hot boyfriend is seen getting all cozy on TV right in front of his very eyes, giggling and laughing like everything is just so fucking funny—Ryusei tells Sae he’s funny, laughs at all his really bad jokes that Sae wouldn’t dare make in front of everyone else, so what the fuck—letting his teammates throw their arms around his shoulders and touch him.
Sae had told Ryusei he would watch his match—as he does with all of his matches, and is yet to miss a single one since he joined PXG, expecting to see the usual that is Ryusei being Ryusei; smile bright, words crude, goals scored. What he isn’t expecting, however, is to see Ryusei so comfortable with his teammates being so touchy feely with him, patting him on the back, ruffling his hair, high-fiving him.
At the end of the match, when they’re all giving their post-match interviews, Sae spots Ryusei in the background, being hugged by some guy from the Blue Lock X11 that Sae didn’t even bother learning the name of.
Sae squeezes the remote he’s holding so hard he almost snaps it in half.
Whatever.
He doesn’t care.
It’s fine and Sae doesn’t care at all and it’s not as if he can physically feel his blood boiling beneath his skin or that he’s grinding his teeth together because he really doesn’t care.
It’s fine.
★
Once the NEL is over, Ryusei flies out to Spain to see Sae.
Sae meets him at the airport, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone as he waits. He’s trying his hardest to not think about what he saw on TV the other day, chewing the inside of his cheek.
Ryusei finally comes into view, bounding out of the airport doors with a beaming smile on his face and a blush from the heat high on his cheeks. “Sae-chan!” He pulls him into a hug almost immediately, picking Sae up and spinning him around like he weighs nothing. “Did you miss me?”
Ryusei leans in close, licks right up the side of Sae’s face like some sort of unruly, untrained puppy. Sae grimaces. He goes in for a kiss afterwards, as he always does, as is routine when they haven’t seen each other in months and wants nothing more than to get his hands and mouth all over his boyfriend. Sae turns his head, so that the kiss lands on his cheek instead of his lips. “Get off me, you dog.”
The disgust isn’t what shocks Ryusei, though, as he’s used to Sae telling him he’s gross and to not lick him in public like a wild animal. It’s the change of his posture, shoulders hunched like he’s mad. It’s the way he yanks away from his hold like his touch burns. It’s the way he wouldn’t even let Ryusei kiss him.
Ryusei instantly sulks, pulling away. His bangs deflate against his head like a balloon. He’s pulling that face that makes him look like a sad puppy and it makes the insides of Sae’s stomach knot together. “Sae-chan?”
Sae does his best to act unbothered. “What?”
“Why won’t you let me kiss you?”
“I did.”
“No, you didn’t,” Ryusei says, “You’re mad, I can tell.” He leans in a little closer, tilting his head as he studies Sae’s face. “Are you mad at me?”
Sae lies. “No.”
Ryusei pouts. “You are,” They start heading towards the car, getting into the backseat where Ryusei cozies up against Sae, pressing against his side. Sae shuffles away slightly. “You won’t even look at me.”
Sae lies again. “I am looking at you.”
Ryusei slumps into his seat, feeling a little defeated. The driver pulls out onto the road, heading for Sae’s apartment. He kisses his teeth, looking out of the window. “Whatever.”
★
It’s silent the entire drive home.
Neither Sae or Ryusei say anything in the elevator ride up to Sae’s apartment, nor do they speak when Sae is unlocking the door. Ryusei dumps his bags in the bedroom, still feeling disheartened that Sae wouldn’t even kiss him. It’s been months since they last saw each other, months since Ryusei last touched him, and Sae has been totally fine every time they’ve called.
They even had crazy good phone sex only last week, so Ryusei doesn’t know what the problem is.
He’s unpacking his suitcase when Sae rounds the corner, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. Ryusei throws a look at him from over his shoulder. “Sae-chan?”
Sae says nothing.
Ryusei frowns. “Are you just gonna ignore me the entire time I’m here or are you going to talk?”
“Hm.”
Ryusei’s frown deepens, eyebrows knitting together. “You’re not making this easy, you know.”
Sae watches from his spot at the door as Ryusei rifles through his suitcase, looking for a change of clothes for after he showers. His eyes hone in on the bit of skin Ryusei has on show beneath his tank top, broad shoulders all tan and smooth. Sae thinks he looks bigger than he usually does, more filled out, like he’s been working out more.
Ryusei heads to the bathroom, door closing behind him.
Sae waits until the coast is fully clear before he starts rummaging through Ryusei’s belongings, mind set on finding one thing and one thing only.
His jersey.
Sae is not surprised to find out that his boyfriend packs in the exact same way he plays football; with zero grace and decorum. All of his clothes are lumped together, thrown haphazardly into the case and ultimately making finding anything much more of a challenge than it should be.
When he finally retrieves the jersey, buried beneath copies of Chainsaw Man and at least three bottles of lube—Sae scoffs, because how much fun is he planning to have in a single weekend, but at least he comes prepared—he’s overcome with the urge to sniff it.
He brings it to his face, lifting it to his nose, and is glad to find that it’s clean, recently washed. It smells like washing powder with a lingering scent of the aftershave Ryusei uses, and it makes something warm stir in Sae’s belly.
It makes him feel possessive.
He quickly shoves such possessiveness to the very back of his mind—even though such possessiveness and jealousy that someone other than him would even dare to put their hands on his Ryusei in the first place is what got him here—and slides his own shirt off so that he can tug the jersey over his head.
It’s far too big for him, hem finishing at the mid-thigh. Now, whilst Sae does not like to admit that Ryusei is in fact taller than him (something that Ryusei holds against him and uses to tease him with all the time), he does think it looks good on him. Oversized, hanging from his limbs like a blanket. He takes a look of himself in the mirror, spinning around so that Shidou 99 is in full view.
Lowering himself to wearing a PXG jersey of all things is most definitely damaging to his pride, scowling a little whenever he catches a glimpse of the club name plastered across the front, gaudy and insulting on the eyes, but if anyone is going to pull it off, it’s Sae.
Besides, he can take a hit to his ego if the plan he’s cooking up ends up being worth it.
He disposes of his shorts until he’s left in nothing but his underwear and Ryusei’s jersey, sitting on the edge of the bed as he listens to the sound of the running shower and Ryusei’s humming coming from the other room, and waits.
Ryusei appears a few moments later, shirtless, toweling his hair dry when he rounds the corner.
A droplet of water runs down the side of his head, collecting in his collarbone. His body is still wet to the touch, shimmering against tanned skin, the sunlight pouring in from the window casting him in a hazy glow.
He comes to a stop in the middle of the room when he notices Sae.
Laying on the bed.
Laying on the bed in his jersey.
In Ryusei’s jersey, with strong, muscular thighs all exposed, pale and smooth to the touch, ass in full view where he’s laid on his side.
He has to use every last inch of his already thin self restraint to stop himself from cumming in his pants right there and then.
Ryusei tilts his head. “...Babe?”
Sae says nothing.
He gives him the once over, eyes trailing over Sae in his jersey, dark blue against pale skin, settling on his thighs peaking out from beneath the bottom. His lips curl into a smile. “Are you wearing my jersey?”
When he gets no response, is two whole nanoseconds away from running across the room to pounce on Sae and put his mouth all over him—because, seriously, his boyfriend is sexy enough as it is, but he looks even sexier wearing his clothes, even though he deemed that impossible—he’s stopped in his place when Sae raises his hand in the air.
Sae beckons towards him with a curled finger.
“Sit.”
Ryusei swallows thickly, still staring, hard as steel in his boxers and threatening to poke a literal hole through his shorts, but ultimately does as he’s told, because he’s just such a good boy. The towel is disposed of somewhere on the floor as he clambers onto his knees across from Sae on the bed, hands resting obediently in his lap.
Sae just stares at him, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” Sae starts, “You’re going to take the remainder of your clothes off, and then you’re going to fuck me silly and remind me exactly why I gave you a chance in the first place.” He doesn’t miss the way Ryusei’s eyes widen. “Is that clear?”
Ryusei grins, clearly excited by Sae’s proposal. When Sae glances down, he sees that he’s fully hard already. It almost makes him laugh; how easy it is to get him going from nothing but a few words.
“Happily, but,” Ryusei sneaks a look at his face, and he still looks mad. Brows knitting together in the middle, eyes narrowed. He can barely count on one hand the amount of times Sae has genuinely been angry at him, and as intimidating as it may be to others, it doesn’t scare him one bit. In fact, he thinks it’s quite hot. “Are you gonna tell me what set all of this off?”
“Set what off?”
“You acting all weird,” Ryusei says, inching up the bed closer to Sae. “Not letting me kiss you, being all quiet on the way here,” His eyes flicker over Sae’s form appreciatively, half-lidded, gaze heavy and full of want. “Wearing my jersey, which you look real sexy in, by the way.”
He’s silent for a moment as Sae glares at him, unbudging and unmoving, refusing to give up. Though, he doesn’t miss the way Sae’s eyes roam over his half-naked body; flittering over his prominent collarbones, the planes of his abs.
He knows Sae, and he gets a feeling that this is different. Sae’s never really looked at him like that before. He’s never let Ryusei not kiss him before, never pulled away when he’s tried to get closer. It’s clearly something that he’s either a) embarrassed to say or b) too prideful to admit.
He thinks it’s probably a combination of both.
He also knows that when Sae gets like this, all moody and huffy, that he isn’t going to get anything out of him.
Itoshi Sae is nothing if not stubborn, and Ryusei has months worth of experience from petty arguments they’ve gotten into, when Sae gives him the silent treatment for hours and refuses to speak. At first, he would keep asking. Keep pushing and prodding to try and get an answer. He soon learned that if he gives Sae nothing, keeps his distance, that Sae will always come back.
It always ends with Sae crawling into his lap, never asking for forgiveness or to be given it in return, just clingy and missing his boyfriend’s touch.
So, he puts the experience he has gained from being in a long distance relationship with Itoshi Sae to use.
Besides, he thinks he likes this unseen side of Sae. All sexy and mad but still insanely cute.
“Fineee,” Ryusei drawls. He’s not taking this seriously, Sae can tell. Such unseriousness will ultimately be his downfall. Sae takes the initiative by climbing into his lap, feeling Ryusei’s hands immediately fly to rest on his waist. “I’ll let you do whatever you want since you’re so desperate for me,” He reaches around Sae to grab a handful of his ass, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his fingers, pleased to find that he’s wearing nothing underneath. “But I’ll get you to admit it by the end of this.”
“Will you now?” Sae’s hands drift over Ryusei’s body, index finger running along his collarbones, tracing a pattern against sharp bone. He’s definitely gotten bigger since Sae last saw him, more muscular. It makes Sae want to put his mouth all over him. “You sound pretty confident.”
“I make you say a lot of things when we fuck, babe,” He immediately targets Sae’s neck, teeth scraping over the veins in his throat, nipping at his jugular. Sae gasps, though the expression on his face doesn’t change. “This isn’t a challenge for me.”
He sucks a hickey into the junction between Sae’s neck and shoulder, pulling a quiet, choked out moan from the very back of his throat. Gone are the days of Sae telling him to not leave marks where people can see—he stopped caring a while ago. Now, he wants people to know. Wants to mark Ryusei up, brand him, wants everyone to know that he’s Ryusei’s, that Ryusei is his. Now, he welcomes it.
Ryusei slowly makes his way down Sae’s body, almost as if he’s mapping it out by memory. Runs his hands all over him, tracing over the hard muscle. Pushes the jersey up until it’s bunched up around his nipples, pinching one between his fingers before sucking it into his mouth and biting down lightly, making Sae writhe and squirm in his lap at the sensitivity.
“What do you want, Sae-chan,” Ryusei presses his lips against Sae’s middle, mouthing at the skin, littering kiss after kiss against his torso. “Hm?”
“I already made myself very clear,” Sae says, biting back the urge to groan when Ryusei bites at his stomach, all sharp teeth. “It all depends on if you’re going to behave or not.”
“Oh? We’re playing that game today, huh?”
Sae reaches for Ryusei’s shorts, nimble fingers fidgeting with the buttons. He shifts on the bed, gesturing for Sae to lift up so that he can pull them down his legs along with his boxers. “You’re the one who gets off on me telling you that you’ve been good.”
Ryusei rolls his hips up, growling when his cock bumps against Sae’s. “And you’re the one who gets off on saying it.”
Sae realises he can’t argue with that.
Ryusei halts his assault on Sae’s stomach to pull back, and when Sae looks down at him he notices the blush littered across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. Ryusei is so pretty, it makes his heart flutter. “Kiss me?”
“No,” Sae denies him, and he frowns. “You haven’t earned it.”
He wants to argue about how he’s always earned it; is always so good for his Sae-chan, but he doesn’t push. He knows he’ll get what he wants at the end, when he’s reduced Sae to a mess and made him unable to deny him anything. He prods at Sae’s chest, making him land on his back on the mattress. Sae watches from his spot on the bed as Ryusei reaches into the top drawer of the bedside table to retrieve the lube, popping the cap open.
“Turn over for me, babe?”
Sae snatches the lube from his hand. “No.”
Ryusei tilts his head, confused. His hair is falling in front of his eyes, strands of blonde and pink framing his face. “Why?”
“Because,” Sae starts, disposing of his own shorts before pouring the lube over his own fingers, sitting up on his knees. His question is answered as soon as Sae reaches behind himself, pressing at his hole. He had already prepped himself a little before Ryusei got here, but with how big he is, he knows he needs more. “You’re going to watch.”
Ryusei swallows, nodding his head enthusiastically.
Sae starts with one, easing the first finger into himself slowly. He groans as it breaches the first ring of muscle, though the lube makes it an easy slide. Ryusei watches in what Sae can only assume is awe as he eases the digit in and out of himself, a second finger very quickly joining the first.
When he reaches down to touch himself, ease some of the tension, Sae slaps his hand away, stern expression settled into his features. He narrows his eyes. “Don’t.”
Ryusei whines, high-pitched and pathetic. “Sae-chan, please—”
“Didn’t you say you were going to be good?” Ryusei practically pouts, bucking his hips up against nothing. He’s so hard it looks painful, cock dribbling precum where it’s laying against his stomach. “If you want, we’ll stop right here, and you can go and jerk off in the bathroom.”
Ryusei knows Sae isn’t joking; that he really will up and leave him here. When he gets like this—one of his moods where he’s trying to prove a point, even if he doesn’t truly know what the point is—he knows that Sae won’t cave. That he’ll happily leave him here high and dry, won’t even touch him properly unless he begs.
And whilst he doesn’t usually beg anyone for anything, he doesn’t mind begging for this.
“At least let me—fuck—at least let me fuckin’ touch you—”
Sae shakes his head, slides his fingers in deeper. Makes an effort to curl them just right, brushing over his prostate, entire body jolting as his thighs tremble. Ryusei all but growls at the sight, wanting nothing more than to reach out and help him. “Keep your hands by your side,” Ryusei begrudgingly obliges, digging his hands into the bedding in an attempt to ground himself. “Good boy.”
Sae’s entire body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, cock bobbing whenever his body twitches, bottom lip pulled between his teeth whenever he moves his fingers just right. The way Ryusei is looking at him, eyes half lidded and drawn to Sae’s hole fluttering around the digits, entire face flushed, like he wants to lean over and devour him whole, sends a shock of electricity right up his spine, heat pooling in his belly.
As good as it feels, it still pales in comparison to having Ryusei’s fingers inside of him, long and nimble, reaching deeper than Sae ever can. Part of him wants to tell his boyfriend to take over, to finger him to completion, until his legs give out and he’s on the verge of tears like he always does. The other part of him, the stubborn, too prideful part, refuses to give in.
He doesn’t win every battle between the two of them, but he will win this one.
A third finger joins the other two, and Sae’s knees slide against the sheets where he’s fighting to keep himself up. When he raises his head to look at Ryusei, his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, knuckles turning white where he’s clinging to the covers like it's the only thing keeping him grounded to earth.
It gives Sae a sick sense of pride, seeing him like this.
All desperate and eager, already reduced to a pathetic mess before Sae has even touched him properly.
He might have to do this more often.
“Is this killing you, Ryusei?” Sae asks, words trailing off into a moan when he presses against that spot again. “Not being able to touch me?”
“You know it is,” Ryusei spits, gritting his teeth. His cock dribbles more precum, smearing across his stomach, all tanned abs and muscle. “‘M gonna wreck you after this.”
Sae knows he will; is fully aware that when Ryusei is angry he fucks him the best. He might even feel bad for doing this if he didn’t have reason to—in his mind, anyway—and if seeing him so worked up and aggravated wasn’t so strangely attractive.
Sae slides his fingers out with a quiet moan, and Ryusei almost looks relieved. Finally, they can get to the good part. He can split Sae open, make him sob into the sheets like he always does, breathy whimpers of Ryusei, Ryusei high on his lips, they can—
Suddenly, Sae is climbing over him, thighs spread either side of Ryusei’s legs. Ryusei gazes up at him, and the look in his eyes is smouldering. It makes Sae’s entire body flush with heat. “Are you done being impatient, now?”
Ryusei laughs. “Are you done being a brat?”
“I’m being a brat?” Sae grinds down, smiling a little when Ryusei hisses at the contact, canting his hips up against Sae’s ass. “Hm. In that case, there’s something else you can do for me.”
He doesn’t give Ryusei a chance to ask what exactly it is he can do for him, because he’s already manoeuvring on the bed, shuffling up his chest until he’s hovering over his face. As Sae begins to lower himself Ryusei’s hands immediately move to his hips, fingers digging into his little waist hard enough to bruise.
“Are you sure this is a punishment?” Ryusei says, as he presses a kiss to Sae’s hole. Sae visibly shudders. “You’re really spoiling me today, Sae-chan.”
“There are plenty of things you could be doing with your mouth right now instead of running it. Get to work.”
Ryusei grins. “Yes, boss.”
He barely gives Sae anytime to settle, hands scrambling for purchase on the headboard as he licks at his hole. The amount of lube used has already made him wet and messy, and it only seems to spur him on more. He’s always so enthusiastic, anytime they do this. Eats Sae out like he’s hungry for him, wants to consume him whole from the inside out, dying to have the taste of him on his tongue.
Sae can’t help but chase the feeling, rocking his hips down against Ryusei’s mouth. Any time he does try to lift up slightly—mostly due to genuine concern for his oxygen supply or lack thereof—he’s pulled right back down, the hands on his waist keeping him grounded and unable to move. Sae thinks that Ryusei could die like this, and he’d be happy.
When his tongue prods at his hole before slipping inside, Sae swears he sees stars, light bursting beneath his eyelids. Head spinning, hands shaking, knees turning to jelly. It’s so much, almost too much, the combination of Ryusei’s mouth moving against him, his tongue inside him making him even wetter and messier, the sounds coming from below so loud and so crude it has heat flooding to his cheeks.
Ryusei growls and Sae can feel it reverberating against his skin, vibrating throughout his entire body. His cock lays rock hard against his stomach, untouched. “Fuck, ah, ah—” Sae gasps, words catching in his throat and coming out as little hiccups. “Mm, shit—”
Sae has gotten a hell of a lot more vocal since they started dating and sleeping together.
It’s something he’s learned to do with time—to stop being ashamed of voicing just how good Ryusei makes him feel. At first, he tended to shy away from the dirty talk, would try to ignore the plethora of filth he would mutter into Sae's ear as he pounded into him, every crude word and murmur only making him harder. Now, he plays into it. Tells Ryusei what he wants to hear, is equally as filthy himself, all because he knows it only serves to spur Ryusei on more, fuck him better.
He doesn’t know how Ryusei is breathing, not when he’s got his face buried so far into him, licking and slurping at his hole, saliva pooling in his mouth. Sae feels the pads of his fingers prodding at his rim, spreading him wider so that he can slip two digits in alongside his tongue. Sae’s entire body jolts from the pleasure, that all too familiar heat burning in the pit of his stomach, warm and syrupy.
He’s so close, can feel it tingling at the bottom of his spine, spreading throughout his body like wildfire. He could cum just like this, could continue to let Ryusei eat him out until his mouth goes numb and his jaw locks up, because he knows Ryusei would. Knows he's happy to please him until he’s fully sated, because nothing gets him off more than getting Sae off. He rocks his hips down onto Ryusei’s mouth, chasing the high. Runs his hands through his hair and tugs hard, a mixture of blonde and pink bleeding through the gaps in his fingers.
Ryusei reaches around to palm at his ass, squeezing the flesh with his free hand. He urges Sae to rock against him, tongue delving even deeper. Sae groans, throwing his head back, veins bulging against the skin of his throat. And as tempting as it is to cum on Ryusei’s face, rut down against the fingers inside of him until he’s spent, what he really wants more than anything right now is to cum on the end of his cock.
“Ryusei,” Sae says, voice hoarse. “Ryusei—”
Ryusei pulls off for a second to speak, presses another chaste kiss to Sae’s hole. “Mhm?”
“That’s enough,” He taps at his arm, “If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.”
Sae can hear the grin curling at his lips in the tone of his voice. “Isn’t that the point, Sae-chan?”
“Yeah, but,” Sae lifts himself up off Ryusei’s face, climbs off his body. Ryusei’s face is flush, cheeks stained pink, running all the way down to his chest. His mouth is wet and shiny from both saliva and lube, and it makes Sae want to taste him. He barely resists. “I want you to be inside me when I do.”
Ryusei’s face lights up, eyes bright and smile lazy. “That right?” He pushes at Sae’s chest, “Lay back for me then, babe.”
Sae’s fingers lock around his wrist, “No,” He readjusts himself on the bed, getting onto his knees with his ass in the air. He can feel Ryusei staring from behind him, eyes raking over his body, his strong thighs, muscles straining against the skin, hole wet and slick. “Fuck me from behind.”
“I wanna see your pretty face when I put it in, though.”
“Well I don’t want to see yours,” Sae spits, sliding a little further down the sheets as he arches his back. “Come on.”
Ryusei pouts. “That’s mean, Sae-chan.”
Any dejection he had been feeling soon dissipates when he finally gets his hands on Sae. He spreads him apart with his thumbs, spitting directly onto his hole to fuck it inside with his fingers, adding to the mess. “Fuck,” Sae moans, “Stop messing around and fuck me.”
Ryusei hums, grinning at the loud squelch when he curls his fingers. “You like it when I’m dirty though, don’t you? And here I was thinking I was meant to be proving my worth to you.”
Sae doesn’t get the chance to retort, because Ryusei is pushing in, fat head of his cock rubbing against Sae’s hole, slipping inside slowly. Sae grits his teeth, the feeling of being filled always too overwhelming.
Sae swore that there was no better high than the adrenaline playing football would bring him, until he got Ryusei’s cock inside him for the very first time. He doesn’t think anything could compare to the feeling of having Ryusei inside him. He’s long, thick, every vein running against Sae’s walls whenever he snaps his hips back, the slight curvature making it oh so easy to hit that spot inside of Sae every time.
Ryusei starts off slow as he always does, hands smoothing along Sae’s sides and back as he lets him get used to it. Not only because he considers himself to be a generous lover, but also because he knows it’s teasing Sae. Getting him all worked up, like a bow that’s been pulled too taut and is bound to snap eventually. Sae deliberately clenches around him, almost as if it’s a warning, and Ryusei hisses through clenched teeth.
“Fuck,” He groans, snapping his hips forward until it’s just skin against skin. “‘S so tight, Sae-chan. You’re always so tight, no matter how many times I fuck you like this.”
Sae pushes back onto Ryusei’s crotch, goading him on. “Fuck me harder,” He wants it fast and he wants it hard, wants Ryusei to fuck all of the anger and jealousy right out of him until he forgets why he was even so worked up in the first place. “Give it to me like I know you can.”
Ryusei does, nothing if not obedient, hands spread across Sae’s lower back, grabbing at the hem of the jersey and balling it in his fists to use it as leverage to pull him back onto his cock, sliding all the way out until only the tip remains before slamming back in deep. Sae’s eyes roll to the back of his head, a guttural moan pulled from the very back of his throat. “Good doggy.”
Praise always seems to get him going; gets him so worked up and so excited he can do nothing but harness that energy into fucking Sae harder, trying to prove to him that he’s good—i’m good, Sae-chan, i’ll be good, please—
He throws a look at Ryusei from over his shoulder, hand moving to his belly to feel all over the imprint of his cock so deep inside him. “Look how deep you are,” Sae says, “I can feel you in my stomach.”
Ryusei practically whimpers, moans high-pitched and whiny. “So deep,” He murmurs, words slurred from the sheer wave of pleasure washing over him every time he pounds his hips. “‘M so deep inside you, just how you like it.”
It’s so warm and Ryusei is everywhere—he’s all over him, so much so it borders on overwhelming, the smell of him high in the air, the feeling of his skin lingering all over his body, hard grip of his fingers imprinted into his hips. Sae thinks he could die like this. Enveloped in Ryusei’s smell, the heat radiating off him in waves, taking up all of the air he breathes, the sweat peppering his skin, just Ryusei, Ryusei, Ryusei.
Ryusei’s thrusts gain in speed, fucking Sae with so much force the headboard clatters against the wall. Ryusei presses a hand against the pillow by Sae’s head, the other still tugging at the jersey, and Sae digs his fingers into his bicep, nails biting into the skin until they form little crescents, colour draining from his fingertips. He fucks him the best when he’s like this—when he’s completely lost in his own pleasure, babbling words of nonsense and praise about how good Sae feels, how tight and wet he is, how he could fuck him forever if Sae would let him.
Sae would let him.
“That’s it, ah—good boy,” Sae feels his length twitch inside him at his praise. “Fucking me just how I like it,” He hears Ryusei whimper behind him, only drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin. He’s meant to be punishing him, denying him of what he wants, but with the way Ryusei’s cock is working inside him, stretching him so good, he can no longer bring himself to care. “Such a good boy, Ryusei. You’re my good boy.”
“‘M your good boy, Sae-chan,” Ryusei babbles, leaning over Sae until his chest is flush to his back. He props a foot up on the bed, giving him even more leverage to fuck into Sae deeper, harder. “Love—mm—love being your good boy.”
Sae knows he does, which is why they always end up like this.
Why he can never stay mad at Ryusei for too long, because he’s always so good for him. So lovestruck and affectionate and sickeningly sweet it’s enough to make his teeth rot. Ryusei loves him so wholeheartedly it’s maddening, with every fibre of his being and everything he is. Sae loves him too, just as much, and he realises that this is exactly what gave birth to his jealousy.
Ryusei is his, and only his.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Sae-chan,” Ryusei’s mouth is at his ear, nosing into his neck. “Please kiss me, baby,” He’s mouthing all over Sae’s face, sloppy kisses being left on his cheeks, the corner of his lips. “Please—I’ve been good, please give me a kiss—”
Sae turns his head, mouth hovering over Ryusei’s but not venturing any further. “You like being kissed when we’re fucking?”
Sae doesn’t know why he’s asking, when the answer is already very clear. Ryusei loves kissing him, loves moaning into his mouth whenever they fuck, loves biting down on Sae’s lips, pulling them between his teeth so that he can run over the marks left behind with his tongue.
Ryusei nods his head, overly enthusiastic and so pathetically desperate. There’s tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, making long lashes wet. He’s so, so pretty. “Mhm,” He emphasizes his words with a particularly hard thrust, hips moving slowly, making sure that Sae can feel every inch. “Love kissing you—love it so much —please, just—”
Sae decides that he can indulge him, this once.
He has been good, after all.
His eyes flutter shut as he leans forward, capturing Ryusei’s lips with his own. It’s messy from the offset, saliva pooling in the corners of his mouth as he sucks on his tongue. Ryusei growls into him, eyes rolling to the back of his head now that he’s finally gotten a taste, hand moving to his neck to tilt his head further into him, resting against his pulse and feeling how it thumps beneath his fingertips.
“Wanna see your face,” Ryusei murmurs, biting at Sae’s earlobe and nibbling it between his teeth. “Need to—ah, fuck—need to see your pretty face when you cum.”
Sae’s too far gone and too fucked out to even care about why he was angry in the first place, the jealousy that was burning up inside him slowly fizzling out into the pleasure he feels thrumming through his body, setting all of his nerve endings on fire.
“Flip me over,” His earlier words of not wanting to look at Ryusei are now irrelevant; no longer caring, just wanting to see the expression he pulls when he fills him up. “Wanna see you too.”
Ryusei does as he’s told, sliding out of Sae briefly so that he can turn him onto his back, pushing back in so quickly it knocks the breath right out of Sae’s lungs, like a punch directly to the gut. Ryusei sits up on his knees, moving Sae’s legs so that they’re hanging over his arms, bottom half of his body lifted off the bed. Like this, he can hit even deeper. Can grind his hips, stuffing Sae full to the point where he feels as though he can’t breathe.
He’s a picture, when they get like this.
A work of art, displayed only for Sae.
Hair clinging to his hair with sweat, brows knitting together in the middle from how hard he’s concentrating on trying to fuck Sae good, muscles flexing and bulging beneath the skin with every movement. Ryusei looks at him like he’s holding the entire world in his hands, like he’s the centre of his very universe and everything that orbits around it. It makes Sae’s heart swell in his chest, butterflies bobbing around in his belly like static, makes flowers bloom and grow within the confines of his ribcage.
The hands at his hips make it easy for Ryusei to pull Sae back and forth on his cock, punching the air out of his lungs with every thrust. Sae reaches up, brushes some of the hair falling in front of Ryusei’s face out of his eyes. “So good for me, Ryusei,” He caresses his face, heart thumping against his chest when he arches into his touch. “My pretty boy. So good for me, and all mine.”
Ryusei nods, tilting his head so that he can suck Sae’s thumb into his mouth, biting down on it with his teeth. Sae shivers. “‘M all yours,” He looks like he’s about to cry. “There’s no one else for me,” Sae bucks his hips down, urging Ryusei’s cock deeper inside him, as if he isn’t already as deep as he can possibly go. “Jus’ you.”
Sae needs to be sure. “Just me?”
“Just you.”
Sae presses his thumb down on Ryusei’s tongue, watching as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Make me cum,” He says, hurtling closer and closer to the edge with every pound of his hips. “And I’ll wear your jersey for you more often.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
Sae’s legs slip off his arms and are moved around his waist as Ryusei buries his face into the pillow, fucking Sae with all of the energy he can physically muster. Sae drags his nails down his back, wanting to mark him up, wanting his teammates who see him change in the locker rooms know exactly who they came from.
Ryusei sneaks a hand between their bodies to pump at Sae’s cock in time with his thrusts, breathing heavily in his ear. “C’mon, angel,” It’s almost as if he’s pleading, so close to cumming himself but knowing he has to make sure that Sae is fully sated first. “‘M so close, wanna fill you up so good, c’mon—”
Sae’s entire body goes rigid, cum splattering all over his own stomach and Ryusei’s and painting the jersey, eyes screwing shut, hole fluttering around Ryusei's length as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. He knows Ryusei is close when his pace starts to stutter, anything that’s leaving his mouth turning into nonsense, an unintelligible jumble of words.
He forces himself to open his eyes so that he can see Ryusei’s face when he finishes, lashes fluttering against his pretty, tanned skin, cheeks flushed, entire body covered in sweat. It’s always been his favourite part; watching his boyfriend unravel slowly.
“Fuck, Sae-chan—” Ryusei whines, cock throbbing inside Sae as he finally cums, spilling inside of him with a long, drawn out groan. As always as with his boyfriend, he refuses to let anything go to waste, pulling out only to plug his fingers right back in, fucking his own cum back inside.
Sae grimaces, though he’s too tired and fucked out to complain about Ryusei being filthy or how it doesn’t matter how many times you do that, you’re not gonna get me pregnant. Ryusei collapses on him afterwards, rolling over and pulling Sae into his arms, chest against his back. There’s cum all over the jersey, sticking to his skin, but with how warm Ryusei is, he realises he's not that bothered.
Ryusei peppers kisses all over his skin, his nape, his shoulders. Sae already knows what question is coming next, but maybe if he pretends to be asleep he won’t have to answer it.
“So,” Ryusei says, breathing still uneven. “Are you finally gonna tell me what that was all about?”
“It was about nothing,” Sae snaps, “Stop talking about it.”
Ryusei hums, and it’s a sound that Sae has come to learn indicates that he’s up to no good. “Sae-channnn,” He props himself up on an elbow, leaning over Sae so that he can see his face. “C’mon, angel. Tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell meee—”
Sae shoves his hand over his mouth. “No.”
Ryusei licks right up Sae’s palm, and he very quickly yanks it away with a scowl. He expects him to laugh, but instead he’s looking at him with those damned puppy dog eyes of his, knowing fine well that when he pulls that face Sae is unable to deny him anything.
Sae sighs. “Seeing your imbecile teammates jumping all over you and just touching you during your match the other day pissed me off,” He rolls onto his back, grabs Ryusei’s face with his hand and pinches his cheeks between his fingers. “I needed to remind you that you’re mine. And I don’t like anyone else touching what’s mine. Are we clear?”
To Sae’s surprise, Ryusei is speechless.
He just blinks at him.
Sae scowls. “What?”
Then, he’s bursting into a fit of laughter, using the arm wrapped around Sae’s waist to pull him even closer. “You’re so cute, Sae-chan. So so cute,” A kiss is pressed to Sae’s cheek, and even though he bats Ryusei away with his hand, he can’t hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. “You should get jealous more often.”
“Shut up, Ryusei.”