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Spring came, and with it Lev's final spring tournament, as he had decided earlier in the year to quit the team and focus more on his studies for the last two years of his veterinary program. Unfortunately, Kenma was unable to make it to any of the preliminary matches due to work, and UTokyo ended up losing in the quarterfinals.
"See? It's all because you weren't there to cheer for me, I'm sure of it!" Lev whined from the shower.
"I'm sorry," Kenma yelled back from Lev's room, where he lay on the bed playing Let's Go Pikachu, "Is there some way I can make it up to you?"
"No, it's okay..." Lev said sadly.
"Are you sure? I can think of a few things that might make you feel better..." Kenma said with a coy edge to his voice. Lev poked his head out from behind the shower curtain.
"Yeah?"
Kenma wordlessly glanced up from his game, gave him a meaningful look. Lev grinned.
"Let me just dry off real quick-"
"No need, I'll join you," Kenma said with a smile, setting down his Switch and pulling off his shirt as he headed into the bathroom.
The shirt was abandoned on the floor just outside the bathroom door, which Kenma pushed closed with a kick as he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants. He yanked these and his briefs down to his ankles and quickly stepped out of them and into the shower.
And as soon as he did, Lev had grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him with need. Kenma was caught slightly off-guard by this, but he rolled with it and returned the kiss with fervor, one hand resting on Lev's chest and the other reaching around to squeeze his ass.
Lev yelped, and Kenma laughed.
"Kenma! You're so eager today!" Lev said with a blush as they came apart.
"So are you," Kenma said as he palmed Lev's dick, already hard, causing Lev to let out a soft whimper, his cheeks growing even redder.
The best way to describe Lev's dick was, well, proportional. Seeing the whole of him undressed, it looked perfectly average-sized. But up close and personal, with his long limbs stretching out of sight, it suddenly became somewhat more to contend with. When they'd first started sleeping together, Kenma had had difficulty fitting it all in his mouth, compensating by wrapping a hand around the base. Lev didn't mind in the slightest, but it bugged Kenma, like a particularly difficult level in a video game that he couldn't bear to leave unfinished (and yes, he had used that exact analogy for it, and then immediately regretted it as Lev laughed and poked at his beet-red cheeks). But with time, and a lot of practice (which Lev was more than happy to allow him), Kenma reached a point where he could take the whole of Lev's length into his mouth in one go, without so much as gagging once. It was a really stupid and embarrassing thing to be proud of, Kenma knew this. Knowing it didn't stop the satisfaction he felt hearing Lev's pleasured gasp the first time he pulled it off.
But now was not the time for showing off. Kenma knew from experience that a moping Lev called for serious TLC, and he would have to take his sweet time. As he got on his knees, he gently took hold of Lev's hard cock with one hand and gave it a few gentle strokes, before slowly dragging his tongue along its length, earning him a wonderfully musical whine. Kenma smiled, placed a kiss on the head.
"That's what I like to hear,"
It was ironic; Though Lev was quite the music lover, he was terrible at making music. He couldn't keep rhythm, couldn't carry a tune to save his life. He sang loudly and off-key in the shower, hummed discordant melodies as he did chores, snapped along with his Miku playlist while studying, completely out of sync with the beat. And yet somehow, when it came to sex, Lev had the voice of an angel. Every moan, every breathy whimper was music to Kenma's ears, and over the years he'd become quite skilled at drawing the lovely notes from Lev's lips.
He started slow, swirling his tongue around the tip, one hand around the base while the other took hold of Lev's hip, rubbing circles into the skin. The water started dribbling into his eyes and he closed them, going by feel alone (and, of course, by sound) as he worked Lev's cock further into his mouth, chasing after each new melodic cry, trying to make it happen again, happen louder. And suddenly Lev's hands were in Kenma's hair, long fingers entangling with the wet strands and grasping, pulling, just a little, not enough to hurt but enough that Kenma felt it, and wow, it felt good. Both of Kenma's hands gripped Lev's hips now as he went further, his mouth full but still a little more to go, and as he bobbed his head and worked his tongue along the underside Lev let out a high wail that sounded a lot like "Kenma," and it was a good thing he was already on his knees or Kenma's legs might've given out underneath him right then.
Swallowing to take the last inch or so, Kenma's lips finally reached the base of Lev's cock, but as soon as they did he pulled back again, languidly slow, and Kenma was nearly struggling to hold his hips steady. Lev's moans were low now, wavering and interspersed with ragged breaths, and each new sinful sound made Kenma feel that much more lightheaded, his own arousal steadily growing. He began to increase his pace, and Lev had to release one hand from his hair to grip the shower curtain rod as his voice pitches up again, higher and higher and louder and louder until -
with a final crystal clear cry, Lev came - directly into Kenma's face.
At least his eyes were already closed?
Kenma stood and wiped some of the sticky residue off his face as Lev comes down from the high, still panting heavily and holding the curtain rod before heaving a contented sigh.
"God, Kenma, that was - oh, uh. Shit, sorry," he said as he openned his eyes again to see Kenma and the mess he made.
"Mm-mm, it was my fault, my timing was off," Kenma reassured him.
"Nothing's ever wrong with your timing, I just - god, I really needed that," Lev said sheepishly, wiping a bit of come off of Kenma's nose. In a flash of inspiration, Kenma grabbed his wrist and puts the thumb in his mouth, slowly drawing it out again while maintaining eye contact with Lev's wide gaze.
"Since I didn't get to swallow," he explained nonchalantly, licking his lips.
"Fuck, Kenma, how are you so hot and perfect?" Lev breathed, and this of all things is what gets Kenma to blush.
"Well, I'll leave you to your shower," Kenma said, standing on tiptoe to press a kiss to the corner of Lev's mouth.
"Wait, what about you?"
"I'm fine- ah!" Kenma's refusal was interrupted by his own indecent sound as Lev wrapped his long fingers around Kenma's cock, still half-hard. He staggered slightly, falling forward into Lev's chest. Lev held his hand still, but did not let go.
"...Do you want me to stop?"
A pause.
Kenma shook his head no.
Lev hummed happily and began to pump his hand, gently, his thumb lazily drawing circles around the head, coaxing Kenma's blood into racing again. Kenma threw his arms around Lev's neck, pressing his face into Lev's shoulder and screwing his eyes shut as the heat in his gut begins to grow.
Kenma was not as vocal during sex as Lev is - he wondered from time to time if it's maybe yet another facet of his social anxiety, but then he thought that that was a dumb thing to wonder - but his breaths grew louder and more shallow as Lev's ministrations continued. His hips bucked involuntarily and he hung onto Lev's neck for dear life, fearing he may lose his balance - because of their height difference, even with Lev's long arms, he had to stand on tiptoe for Lev to reach his dick, which he realized was not exactly the safest thing to do in the shower.
But Lev wrapped his free arm around Kenma's back, just under his ribcage, supporting him and bringing him even closer, and said -
"I got you,"
and that did it.
Kenma came apart with a soft breathy moan, legs shaking and short fingernails digging into his own arms as he clung to Lev with all his strength. Lev continued to hold him close, gently rubbing the skin over his shoulder blade with a thumb as he works Kenma through his climax, only releasing his hold after Kenma began to let go of his neck.
"You didn't need to do that for me, you know," Kenma said softly, still slightly out of breath.
"But I wanted to!" Lev countered. "When you feel good, that makes me feel better, too!"
Kenma blushed again, smiling. He chanced another few moments on tiptoe to quickly kiss Lev again.
"Lev, how are you so hot and perfect?"
"Because I'm the best boyfriend ever!" Lev said with a grin. "Ah, Kenma, you've still got a little... in your hair,"
He pointed, and sure enough, Kenma touched a finger to the spot to find more of Lev's ejaculate.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm already in the shower," Kenma shrugged.
"Ooh! Will you let me wash your hair for you, Kenma?" Lev asked eagerly. He reached out, and Kenma grabbed his wrist.
"Yes, but wash your hand off first, or you'll just make it worse."
Lev looked from Kenma's flushed face to his own hand, still dripping with Kenma's own come.
"...Oh."
