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[Team Three] Shower Fun
Every single time Senga flexes his muscles, Fujigaya just wants to lick them. It makes practice a tiny bit difficult - his eyes keep straying, and even if he can avoid looking at Senga directly, he has to look at the mirror in front, which simply leads to staring at Senga’s mirror image. It’s probably a good thing that Senga is already dripping with sweat. If there’s one thing Fujigaya decidedly does not like, it’s excessive sweat, so even if those muscles are tempting him, the sweat is a good protection, or at least that’s what Fujigaya keeps telling himself.
That plan kind of backfires when he enters the showers after practice only to hear Senga humming in one of the stalls. Images of Senga’s skin all wet and sparkling clean invade his mind, of muscles flexing and drops of water clinging to chiseled abs. By the time Fujigaya realizes what he’s doing, he’s already got Senga pressed against the shower wall, fingers digging into that hot, slick skin.
“Mh, Taipi. What’s gotten into you?” Senga asks, arms wrapping around Fujigaya.
“You,” Fujigaya replies simply. “Stupid. Sweaty. Muscles.” He punctuates each word with a nip to Senga’s right shoulder, then gives up on talking entirely to do what he’s been fantasizing about all day. There’s a drop of water slowly rolling down Senga’s right arm, so Fujigaya chases it with his tongue. Senga’s skin tastes only slightly salty, the shower having washed away most of his sweat, and that suits Fujigaya just fine.
He trails his tongue over all that smooth skin that is covering hard muscles, chasing drops of water and exploring. Every once in a while, Fujigaya uses his teeth just a little, nipping at Senga’s biceps, shoulder, collarbone and even nipple. Each of these little nips draws a groan of his name from Senga, and by the time Fujigaya finds himself on his knees, Senga is entirely interested. The proof is right in front of Fujigaya’s nose, hot and hard, so he trails his tongue up the underside to swirl around the tip.
“Don’t bite that,” Senga groans. From the sound of it, he’s only half joking, but there’s something in his voice that perks Fujigaya’s interest..
“Really?” Fujigaya asks, fingers curled loosely around. “Not even a little nip?”
He kisses the tip, then mouths his way slowly down, tongue trailing the thick vein. While he licks and sucks, teasing, Fujigaya frequently glances up at Senga’s face. Senga’s watching him intently, face flushed and water dripping from the ends of his hair. Fujigaya plays with Senga. He lets his teeth get close more than once, pretends to nip, pretends to scratch his teeth over the sensitive flesh, and what he suspected proves true. At every pretended nip, Senga’s breathing speeds up and his eyes darken, the blush slowly spreading from his cheeks halfway down his chest.
Fujigaya grins up at Senga, stroking his length slowly. “Ask for it.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Senga replies instantly.
Fujigaya’s grin turns smug. Senga’s always so easy to catch. “Never heard of a blowjob, have you?”
Senga swallows hard. “Ah… Taipi…”
“I don’t know why you even try, you can never lie to me.” He sucks just the tip into his mouth, tongueing at the slit, tasting the salty precome.
Senga just moans wordlessly, clearly not willing to beg, which is fine with Fujigaya. He can wait - if not today, then tomorrow or next week, Senga will definitely ask for what he really wants, all on his own and without prompting. He usually does. For now, Fujigaya sucks his cheeks in and bobs his head, enjoying the heavy weight against his tongue as well as the moans Senga is making no effort to suppress. He curls his fingers loosely around the base, stroking in time with the movements of his mouth.
Senga’s fingers end up in his hair, tugging lightly, and Fujigaya hums approval, which in turn draws another groan from Senga. Fujigaya loses himself in it, the feel of Senga against his tongue, Senga’s fingers tugging on his hair, Senga’s occasional moans. While he sucks Senga off, Fujigaya touches himself, just a few teasing strokes before his fingers flutter over his balls and further back. Two fingers slip inside rather easily and Fujigaya moans around Senga’s length in his mouth.
“Fuck, Taipi,” Senga gasps, eyes widening at the sight.
Feeling rather smug about the whole thing, Fujigaya swallows every last drop of Senga’s come. Then he pulls his fingers free and rises to his feet, pressing close for a kiss. Senga clearly doesn’t mind the taste of his own come, as he kisses back enthusiastically. Fingers digging into Senga’s biceps, Fujigaya breaks the kiss just long enough to tell Senga to touch him, which leaves Fujigaya’s hands free to roam all over Senga’s muscular arms, shoulders and chest, exactly the way he’d planned.
When Fujigaya comes not much later, he sinks his teeth into Senga’s shoulder, muffling his moan. It’s the same spot he left a hickey on earlier, but with the marks of his nails all over Senga’s upper body, a hickey and bite really don’t make much of a difference anymore - Senga will get yelled at by staff in any case.
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mousapelli!
That plan kind of backfires when he enters the showers after practice only to hear Senga humming in one of the stalls. Images of Senga’s skin all wet and sparkling clean invade his mind, of muscles flexing and drops of water clinging to chiseled abs. By the time Fujigaya realizes what he’s doing, he’s already got Senga pressed against the shower wall, fingers digging into that hot, slick skin.
“Mh, Taipi. What’s gotten into you?” Senga asks, arms wrapping around Fujigaya.
“You,” Fujigaya replies simply. “Stupid. Sweaty. Muscles.” He punctuates each word with a nip to Senga’s right shoulder, then gives up on talking entirely to do what he’s been fantasizing about all day. There’s a drop of water slowly rolling down Senga’s right arm, so Fujigaya chases it with his tongue. Senga’s skin tastes only slightly salty, the shower having washed away most of his sweat, and that suits Fujigaya just fine.
He trails his tongue over all that smooth skin that is covering hard muscles, chasing drops of water and exploring. Every once in a while, Fujigaya uses his teeth just a little, nipping at Senga’s biceps, shoulder, collarbone and even nipple. Each of these little nips draws a groan of his name from Senga, and by the time Fujigaya finds himself on his knees, Senga is entirely interested. The proof is right in front of Fujigaya’s nose, hot and hard, so he trails his tongue up the underside to swirl around the tip.
“Don’t bite that,” Senga groans. From the sound of it, he’s only half joking, but there’s something in his voice that perks Fujigaya’s interest..
“Really?” Fujigaya asks, fingers curled loosely around. “Not even a little nip?”
He kisses the tip, then mouths his way slowly down, tongue trailing the thick vein. While he licks and sucks, teasing, Fujigaya frequently glances up at Senga’s face. Senga’s watching him intently, face flushed and water dripping from the ends of his hair. Fujigaya plays with Senga. He lets his teeth get close more than once, pretends to nip, pretends to scratch his teeth over the sensitive flesh, and what he suspected proves true. At every pretended nip, Senga’s breathing speeds up and his eyes darken, the blush slowly spreading from his cheeks halfway down his chest.
Fujigaya grins up at Senga, stroking his length slowly. “Ask for it.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Senga replies instantly.
Fujigaya’s grin turns smug. Senga’s always so easy to catch. “Never heard of a blowjob, have you?”
Senga swallows hard. “Ah… Taipi…”
“I don’t know why you even try, you can never lie to me.” He sucks just the tip into his mouth, tongueing at the slit, tasting the salty precome.
Senga just moans wordlessly, clearly not willing to beg, which is fine with Fujigaya. He can wait - if not today, then tomorrow or next week, Senga will definitely ask for what he really wants, all on his own and without prompting. He usually does. For now, Fujigaya sucks his cheeks in and bobs his head, enjoying the heavy weight against his tongue as well as the moans Senga is making no effort to suppress. He curls his fingers loosely around the base, stroking in time with the movements of his mouth.
Senga’s fingers end up in his hair, tugging lightly, and Fujigaya hums approval, which in turn draws another groan from Senga. Fujigaya loses himself in it, the feel of Senga against his tongue, Senga’s fingers tugging on his hair, Senga’s occasional moans. While he sucks Senga off, Fujigaya touches himself, just a few teasing strokes before his fingers flutter over his balls and further back. Two fingers slip inside rather easily and Fujigaya moans around Senga’s length in his mouth.
“Fuck, Taipi,” Senga gasps, eyes widening at the sight.
Feeling rather smug about the whole thing, Fujigaya swallows every last drop of Senga’s come. Then he pulls his fingers free and rises to his feet, pressing close for a kiss. Senga clearly doesn’t mind the taste of his own come, as he kisses back enthusiastically. Fingers digging into Senga’s biceps, Fujigaya breaks the kiss just long enough to tell Senga to touch him, which leaves Fujigaya’s hands free to roam all over Senga’s muscular arms, shoulders and chest, exactly the way he’d planned.
When Fujigaya comes not much later, he sinks his teeth into Senga’s shoulder, muffling his moan. It’s the same spot he left a hickey on earlier, but with the marks of his nails all over Senga’s upper body, a hickey and bite really don’t make much of a difference anymore - Senga will get yelled at by staff in any case.
Next up is
mousapelli!