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“Sae-chan, come on~ Hurry up,” Shidou groans into his boyfriend’s ear. He was the word restlessness personified, slumping over Sae’s back and snaking his long, grabby arms around the smaller man’s middle, which, who was currently fumbling to unlock their apartment. Sae had to deal with this situation on the daily, there was something about training and exertion that became a recipe for Shidou’s horniness to skyrocket afterwards.
It was dark out whenever they returned home from practice, because training hours usually ran into the night for those who wanted stay in the after-hours, just never getting enough. And even after everything, Shidou’s hunger was not completely sated. His body felt more invigorated than previously, his muscles burning and skin electric, craving something hot and sweet to devour. It was addicting.
The chill hanging in the nighttime air was only justifying Shidou’s need to make as much contact with their bodies as possible, capturing any surface he could occupy on Sae’s body. While the victim himself shuffled his pockets for the apartment keys, wet and greedy lips were sucking kisses onto the ridges of his spine at the base of his neck. Shidou was transfixed on that spot. It was so sexy. Sae was so sexy and Shidou needed him, like, yesterday.
Standing unfazed, however, Sae could feel Shidou’s excited bulge pointing into his ass through his practice shorts. His face darkened at this, unamused. That horny pest.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, baby,” Shidou’s breath was hot on his earlobe, impatient hands rucking up Sae’s shirt, mapping his smooth skin with splayed palms. Behaving in a total disregard to Sae’s opposite feelings, only seeking to quench his thirst and anything that would give him a dopamine rush.
The pink-haired midfielder fought back a shiver. He nudged an irritated arm at his boyfriend. “Wait until we get inside, won’t you? I need to take a shower first.” Finally, he fits the key into the lock and pushes the door open. Though he couldn’t step past the threshold without Shidou’s weight dragging him down as he comically inched forward, annoyance visible in his taut brows and pout. “So get off, you horndog. Stop humping me like that.”
Although the malice to his words was only as deep as a bug bite, it frustrated Shidou. Sae was a strait laced, prissy guy who preferred to be all perfect and ready, and dolled up for the occasion. He liked being informed and calculated, and liked taming people like Shidou. He was most definitely not a fan of impromptu fucks.
It was too bad Shidou was, though. He rejoices in catching Sae off-guard and showing him exactly how he makes Shidou feel. He would fuck Sae in the grocery store if he could, when he takes too long mulling over which sensitive skin body wash he intends to buy this time. In Shidou’s book, if he sees it, then he wants it. It’s simple. He would rather die than be tamed. Fuck that, seriously, because Shidou lives solely to leave his imprint, to spread his cells in every direction so that every other cellular substance remembers his existence.
So right now, all he wanted to do was plant a million seeds inside Sae, this pretty bastard who kept showing off in practice, and looking extremely hot while doing it. And looked damn tasty trying to pretend that Shidou didn’t exist.
Brat.
“Shower? Aw, I don’t care about none of that. I like your smell, darling, don’t wash it out,” Shidou buried his nose into the soft crook of Sae’s neck, the spot that meets the delicate slope of his narrow shoulders, where the sweat of their last practice session still sticks. Sae was always sensitive there, especially when Shidou licks and bites it pink. “For me?”
“Gross,” was all Sae said with a stone-like expression. He drops the keys on the side-table by the door and kicks it closed. They’ve done this a million times before, enough times that light was not needed to be switched on as they sloppily stepped out of their shoes. Well, more like, only Sae was removing his own beaten cleats as Shidou wouldn’t detach his lips from Sae. So Sae started kicking his boyfriend’s feet, to which Shidou yelped. “Behave yourself, Ryu, the little brat is arriving tonight.”
“Precious, I don’t care if the kid walks in on us. He can even joi—”
At that, Sae throttles Shidou to the floor. “Don’t you dare touch him.”
The larger man’s finally off and left like a hopeless rag doll by the couch. Fine, Shidou leaves Sae to his shower, but he won’t have mercy on him once he’s out. He lies in silence for a while, staring dumbly at the ceiling, wondering if he should have persuaded harder to have his own way.
Twenty excruciating minutes later, in their shared bedroom, Sae had walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. All shiny, pretty, and clean. But his face was showing otherwise, sending a dark, pointed look at Shidou. And those goddamn under lashes when they were wet, was just something else. “You shower first, too,” Sae said.
“No,” Shidou chirps from the bed, reclined on his palms and humming as he swayed his head to the side cheekily. He’s dead set on not giving up this time. “I waited so long for you. I’ve been good,” he says. It’s more of a statement than anything else. An implicit demand, if you will.
The couple stare at each other intensely for a minutes-long silence, the tension palpable and hanging heavy from the door to the bed.
Wordlessly, Sae starts to pad over with his bare feet, and the grin that splits Shidou’s face is wide and sharp. Sae’s expression, of course, doesn’t falter as he lets his towel slip from his body as if it was weightless as silk, and climbs to sit on top of Shidou’s open lap. If Shidou knows he’s won this game, well, Sae won’t acknowledge that. Sae’s green eyes glow as he grabs ahold of Shidou’s chin, looking down into him. “Use a condom, demon.”
Shidou wants to fuck that indifferent expression into tears, until his nose drips with it, too. “You piss me off sometimes, you know.”
Sae huffed in amusement, keeping his chin high. “Do I? Tell me more.” Tilting back, he bared his neck as Shidou grazed his teeth along the veins there, proving a sign of life to a person who seems lacks so much of it. Shidou inhaled sharply, smelling the fresh milky soap, and started biting and licking along the barely-visible blue lines running down Sae’s throat.
“You’re too perfect. Makes me wanna ruin you,” he growled. “I could’ve planted a pair of twins inside ya by now, but you make me wait like some kind of dog..”
“Bark off my ear like one,” Sae looked off to the side, almost disinterested, as the skin of his neck was nipped and teased by sharp teeth. “And do you think I really want two more you’s bothering me?”
Shidou’s hands squeezed Sae’s waist harshly, and he squeaked.
Shidou snarled, taunting, “say that again?”
“Ryu…” his breath hitched, coming out shaky this time. Green eyes focusing and unfocusing until they connected with Shidou’s, and at last, something clicked. Sae’s voice was a beat too soft that anybody but Shidou could have missed it. “Fuck me already.” Finally, Itoshi Sae smirked. His foxy eyes looking a little too satisfied, satisfied with his orchestration of playing Shidou up to this point. Maybe Sae was in for the deed ever since Shidou was on him from the other side of their apartment door, but had chose to stretch it out for a much more satisfying outcome.
Sae kept a vice grip around the back of Shidou’s neck, and Shidou’s grip on his waist was just as anchoring. “I swear I’m gonna knock ya up,” Shidou groaned into Sae’s parted mouth, caught on a gasp. “With all my babies until you can’t walk.”
They met with a searing kiss that was instantaneous and magnetic. Lips crashing like fatal waves of troubled waters, battling to push the other over the edge. Shidou caught him first, and easily maneuvered the midfielder until he was pressed face-down on the mattress. He’d won his prey, sinking his talons into the plush of his hips. Sae fell pliant, so unlike the resistant prick he’d been just a minute ago.
“I already prepped,” Sae said in haste. “In the shower. Just put a condom on and fuck me. Need you, Ryusei.”
The C-word make something in him crick, but the last words that left his boyfriend’s mouth had soothed the pain a little. With the remaining ounce of his resolve, Shidou snatched a thin packet from the bedside table and ripped it open with his teeth. As soon as he slid the condom onto his erection, which felt like it’d been ignored for an eternity, he plunged himself into Sae’s hole in one quick swoop.
Sae choked on the intrusion. To Shidou it was like music to his ears, hearing every stuttering whimper that was barely contained by the pillow hiding Sae’s face, as Shidou began thrusting with zero mercy just as he’d promised to himself he’d do, reaching the deepest parts of Itoshi Sae with force and fervor. At the end of the day, no matter who won on the pitch, it was Shidou who would finish the midfielder until he was spent.
But the goddamn tightness of Sae around him didn’t make the task any easier. “Hah, you’d think I never took your virginity at all.”
And Shidou couldn’t resist, he curled forward to completely cage Sae down, hand tangling into his scalp, keeping him in place. This way, the thrusts were smaller, but more deep. Shidou yearned to be as close to the other body as possible, to chemically alter every cell possible.
“Harder, Ryu, give it to me,” Sae sighed. His shoulders glowed pink, and Shidou could imagine his face and chest were far worse. “‘Till I can’t feel anymore, ‘till I pass out.”
Shidou chuckled lowly. This masochist. “You don’t even need to tell me!”
Sae’s ass was rosied by the repetitive abuse done to it, by the sheer force of Shidou’s strong hips. The sounds bouncing off the walls was sinful. Oh man, the sound, Shidou was so far gone about being obsessed with the idea of somebody else hearing them, as if they had porn notched up to highest volume, that he hadn’t realized Sae caught his wrist.
“Ryu.”
Shidou could see it, his climax coming, the same way he visualizes knocking up the net. What did Isagi say that one time—? Yeah, he could smell the goal. Shidou’s abs clench-
“Ryusei!”
“Hah?” Shidou’s bottom half kept moving even though Sae twisted his head around with a stern and alarming look. It’s too late to stop, Shidou could feel his balls tightening, there was no way—
“The fucking door, you freak. I think Rin’s here.”
“Oh shit.”
Anyway, Shidou spilled. Because “restraint” isn’t in his book. His entire body seized with the orgasm, muscles spasming, his groans climbing an octave higher.
Maybe it was that final thought which had done the trick; knowing Sae’s little brother was standing near, literally there, if you thought about it, on the other side of the wall, just a few meters away. Unknowing, or, perhaps knowing from Shidou’s and Sae’s sounds which still echoed in his ears.
Shit, that’s the stuff.
What greets Rin at the door is a rosy-cheeked, ruffled up Sae and a half-dressed Shidou smirking menacingly behind him. As if the two brothers functioned as mirrors, Rin instantly grew pink in the cheeks as well, although an annoyed scowl painted his features in a much more darker shade expressing his distaste at the image in front of him. Especially bothered by the way his older brother was so small against Shidou’s broader frame, caging him in from behind with one arm extended to the doorframe. It was no guessing game what Rin had just interrupted, telling by she sheen layer of sweat on Shidou’s sun-kissed skin and the mismatched and oversized outfit Sae had thrown together in a rush.
Gritting his teeth, Rin bristled. “Nii-cha—”
Sae rolled his eyes at his brother’s reaction, like he’d expected it. He pulled Rin in by the hand, wrapping him in a soft hug. And Rin fell into it, like falling off a cliff but landing on a pillow. He slouched over his brother’s shoulders, making sure to wrap both arms tightly around, safe and grounding, like clutching a buoy in the middle of a deep lake. Home, this was home to Rin, after so many restless nights in Paris with people he still can’t quite get along with. He doesn’t have to, anyway, when he knows has this.
“Where’s my other half? I missed you,” Sae murmured and dug a hand up his brother’s nape, burrowing fingers into his scalp as he held him close. Feeling good, Rin inhaled and his eyes fell shut.
If he could remain like this for the rest of the night, he would. However, the old fabric his nose was buried inside didn’t quite smell like home and like being five years old again and having Sae take care of him every step of the way. Confusion is what it smelled like, making him tense up once again. He peered over Sae’s shoulder, and remembered the culprit.
Shidou. With his arms crossed and head tilted, he was gazing at the two brothers, brows lightly raised in- what, surprise? Confusion? Curiosity? Whatever it was, Rin couldn’t bring himself to care—Nii-chan was his. Why was that so hard for people to understand? Why did dating have to be a thing? Rin had no interest in that, couldn’t fathom why Sae would even…
He vehemently tries to block out any idea, any trace, any hint about what Shidou was doing to his brother only minutes ago. Tries not to let his eyes dart to the fresh, red bite marks screaming at him from Shidou’s collarbones.
Rin glared at him.
Shidou opened his arms lazily. “Where’s my hug at?” He teased.
Before Rin could hiss at the guy, Sae pulled put of the embrace and pointed a finger at his boyfriend. “You’re not touching him until you get yourself clean,” he demanded, eyes dropping to the poorly done job of cleaning up his lower stomach. The death threat was clear and concise only from a single look.
Sae acted like a mother towards Rin, but to Shidou the kid could use some character building. “Fine, I’ll go shower.”Shidou raised his hands in surrender and slowly took backwards steps to their bedroom until he disappeared, but not before chanting a quick “You owe me a hug when I get back, Rin-rin! Don’t forget!” and his laughs echoed the apartment.
Shidou returned to a beautiful sight: the two brothers were nestled on the living room couch, with Rin’s head in the older’s lap while his hair was being ran through, again, by gentle fingers. A movie played on the widescreen television, washing them with a soft glow. If Shidou could remember where he’d left his phone in the midst of coming home and coercing Sae into sex, he would take a picture right now.
They had a weird relationship, Sae and Rin. One that was connected by a deep rivalry pertaining to soccer, but also an underlying codependency that bound them as brothers. Necessary, like the moon and tides. If they didn’t reconcile with closeness like this every so often, then they wouldn’t be okay. Shidou knew at least that much, however, his curiosity was not quite sated.
Instead of taking the open space beside his boyfriend, Shidou sauntered over to Rin’s side of the couch, and, much unlike a normal person, Shidou lunged himself over the armrest and landed on the cushion with a dramatic bounce. He surprised the younger and more easily irritated brother, Rin, earning the exact reaction he was looking for. Shidou snickered.
Rin jolted up, his eyes aflame and ready to argue for having his peace ruined. “Nii-chan, why does he have to be here?!”
“Now, Rin,” Sae started, taking his eyes off the film, but Shidou eagerly inserted himself closer to Rin. He ignored the warning vibes he was sensing from Sae. What mattered was now, and “now” was cute, adorable Rin whose buttons were too obvious and easy to push. But at the same time, Itoshi Rin was a wonder. Rin, dressed in his thick jumper that clung a little to close to his torso and neck. Rin and his tight-fitting black jeans that contrast his innocent demeanor so much.
To Shidou, it only spiked his curiosity.
“I live here, Rin-chan,” he leaned into Rin’s space, who neither flinched or moved away. Even in the dark, fuzzy ambience, Rin's gaze was vivid and clear. “Why are you here?” Shidou threw back. “Don’t you have friends, or someone special you’d rather spend the holidays with?” he egged on.
“No. And I was here before you infested this place, you antennae bastard.”
“Aw, really?” Shidou chuckled. The attention was thrilling, making his stomach flip. Unlike the other pair of green eyes who's attention he had to put in effort for, Rin's were piercing and locked into Shidou's whenever he spoke. “It’s a shame I couldn’t have seen a younger, baby Rin-Rin, huh?” Shidou reached forward in an attempt to tuck a stray hair behind Rin's ear. "Can I have my hug now, please?”
But Shidou got slapped away as a knee-jerk reaction from Rin. “Gross! I’m not giving you a hug. I could practically smell you on Sae, so, I’ve already had enough of you today, stinkbug.” Rin scrunched his nose and looked away with an eye roll. A true fucking brat, this was so Sae's brother. There was no denying it.
“Come on~ I got jealous seeing you all close to my boyfriend,” Shidou whined.
To that knowledge, the cogs in Rin's head stumbled to a halt. His long lashes blinked in slight surprise. “You’re jealous…?” he whispered, more to himself than anything. Rin knew he shouldn’t have the satisfaction of making his brother’s boyfriend feel this way, but his cheeks burn with the thought nonetheless and it made him hot under the collar. He's about to fight back with another retort, but Shidou shakes his head with a laugh.
“Fine, have it your way, Princess. Don’t think I won’t get it out of you eventually,” Shidou winked, then stepped over Rin’s feet and returned over to Sae, snuggling up to his boyfriend who accepted him with open arms. Shidou's unsure if Sae had noticed his little squabble with Rin, because he was way too engrossed in the movie, it was adorable.
For the rest of the night, excitement happily vibrated his every cell until exhaustion caught him alas.
Not just anybody could play these crazy mind games of the Itoshi brothers.