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***Characters belong to Konomi-san. Dirty thoughts belong solely to me. No infringement is intented and no profit is being made from my filthy, filthy imagination. (Thank you, Anna. ^^)

Between Friends

Having walked alongside Momoshiro on the way to his kouhai�s
home, Kawamura found himself falling back once inside. Momo had kept the conversation going � that
is to say, monopolizing it � on the short walk from school to his house, only
pausing long enough to nudge Kawamura conspiratorially or to beam that bright
smile at him. Once on the steps, though,
with Momoshiro�s incredibly well-defined back facing him, Kawamura gave voice
to his hesitation. �Ano, Momo � are you
sure this will be all right?�

Momo just laughed, pushing open his bedroom door and letting
it slam back against the wall as he dropped his bag and began the rambunctious
process of kicking off his trainers and wiggling out of his jacket. Tossing the jacket on the bed and nudging his
shoes out of his immediate path, Momo flopped into the big, circular seat near
the window and heaved a sigh of contentment.
�Why wouldn�t it be all right, Taka-san?
You wanted to hang out, so what?�

Kawamura stood, almost awkwardly, just inside the room,
trying to look anywhere but at his friend.
Momoshiro positively exuded sex.
All defined muscle and loud, brash character, he had a long, loose gait
and an easy sexuality that made the girls � and the boys � sit up and take
notice. Kawamura was no exception. �Ah, it�s unannounced, I know and your
parents��

Waving Taka�s concerns away, Momo bent to unroll his socks,
flashing his friend a mischievous little grin.
�They�re used to Ryoma being here all the time, Taka-san. Really, it�s no problem.�

Kawamura blushed a little and Momoshiro rolled his socks
into a ball and raised it over his head.
�Watch out, Taka-san, I�m gonna score.�

Stepping out of the way, almost flattening against the wall,
Kawamura watched Momo line up his shot and toss the rolled up cotton across the
room to land squarely in the small, mesh container that served as a dirty
clothes hamper. �Score!�

He laughed, skimming a hand over the tips of his spiky hair
before linking his fingers together over his head and stretching to lounge in
the chair. His t-shirt rode up, exposing
the hint of incredibly toned belly that Kawamura had noticed on more than one
occasion. His mouth went dry and he finally
set his bag down to fidget with his track jacket. He reminded himself of the reason for this
visit and glanced around nervously, wondering just where the appropriate place
to begin might be. Momo yawned,
stretching again and popping what had to have been every vertebra in his
spine. �Close that door, eh, Taka-san?�

Complying quickly, he pressed the palm of his hand against
it and turned to face Momo. It was now
or never, he reasoned. �Ah�Momo.�

Momoshiro tilted his head, just watching � those wide violet
eyes more than a bit distracting. The
sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up, exposing ropy curves of teenage
musculature. Kawamura swallowed
again. �Ano, see�I had a few questions
and I wasn�t sure who�� he trailed off, rubbing a hand over his face. �Saa, this is embarrassing.�

�Just spit it out, Taka-san.
If I can help you out, you know I will.
You�re still my senpai, after all, right?�

Kawamura smiled, feeling a little less nervous. Momo was right. They�d been friends since Jr. High and, since
that time, their friendship had only strengthened. Kawamura couldn�t even imagine himself
discussing this with Oishi, who was his closest friend in the world. Tezuka, while he definitely possessed the
sort of knowledge that Kawamura was after, was also out of the question. He couldn�t speak to Echizen about it �
asking Momo was enough of a blow to his pride as it was. He had stupidly attempted to obtain advice
from Inui, who had, with an odd light in his eyes, closed the clubhouse door
and opened his notebook to page 78. Page
78, apparently, was the page where all of Inui�s most perverted data was
logged. After catching a glimpse of some
truly intimidating diagrams and seeing Kaidoh�s name written in that careful,
concise hand, Kawamura had stammered an excuse and beat a hasty retreat. The clubhouse door had not opened right away
and, embarrassingly, Kawamura had experienced a very brief, very real frisson
of terror. But then the door had swung
open and Kawamura had to remind himself that there was really no reason to
sprint home. Really.

The long and the short of it was that Kawamura had no one
else to ask. He couldn�t very well ask Fuji
as Fuji was the sole reason he was
seeking advice in the first place. Books
and the internet were out of the question � Kawamura was after advice, not mechanics. Thanks,
anyway, Inui.

�Well?� Momo prompted, smiling lazily and rubbing at his belly �
his hard, tight, beautifully sculpted abs.
�Let�s have it.�

Kawamura nodded firmly and sat down on the edge of Momo�s
bed. �Yes. This is a little uncomfortable,
Momo. I apologize in advance for
that. But, truthfully, I don�t know who
else to ask.�

Momo nodded encouragement, knuckles dragging slowly across
his belly, lifting his shirt. Kawamura�s
mouth began to water. �So! I need advice, I think.�

Momo chewed his lip thoughtfully. �Okay.
About what?�

Kawamura didn�t hesitate.
Hesitation was for sissies.
�About sex.�

Momoshiro blinked, sitting up a little. Whatever he�d been expecting Kawamura to say
� that had definitely not been it. �Sex? You�re asking me about sex? Ne, Taka-san,
you�re older than me, shouldn�t I be asking you?�

Kawamura shot his friend a wry glance. �Do you need
advice about sex?�

Momoshiro laughed a little, shifting in his chair. �Well, no.�

�I rest my case.� Kawamura
muttered, earning him a louder, genuine laugh from the other boy. �Okay, so what do you want to know?�

Kawamura ruffled his hair a bit. �I�ve been seeing Shuusuke for about eight
months now and��

�Shuusuke! Fuji, Taka-san? You want me to sit here and talk about you
giving one to Fuji?
Aw, man, talk about scary � I don�t know about this.� Momo�s animated expression would have been
comical if Kawamura weren�t about to reach the very tip of his proverbial
rope. As it was, he simply sat, expression
neutral, while Momoshiro rambled on a bit more.
Finally, he exhaled and shook his head in disbelief. �Damn, you�ll be a legend, Taka-san.�

�I don�t want to be a legend, I just want to be�� he trailed
off here, reddening faintly. Momoshiro
laughed, incredibly entertained. �Good
in the sack, I hear ya.�

Nodding once, he scooted forward, posture much more alert
than before. �Okay, so I guess you guys
haven�t done anything, right?� He arched
a brow at Kawamura. �Or maybe you have.�

Kawamura shifted, lifting his legs to sit cross-legged on
Momo�s mattress. �We�ve�done a
little. We�ve kissed, made out a
little. You know,� he shrugged,
obviously uncomfortable.

Momoshiro stood, lifting his chair and walking it the few
steps that separated him from Kawamura and setting it down beside the bed. �Look, Taka-san � you don�t have to be
embarrassed with me. I can probably give
you some good advice.�

Kawamura attempted a smile and reminded himself to just
relax. Momo was his friend � his trusted
friend. �Okay, you�re right. I apologize, Momo. I�m just not used to talking about this sort
of thing with anyone, that�s all.�

�Hey, it�s okay, I understand.� He rubbed his hands together and leaned
forward, elbows braced on his knees as he contemplated Kawamura. �So�have you gotten off together or
anything? Do you have any idea what he
might like?�

Kawamura shook his head.
�Not really. I guess that�s what
I need advice for. I mean, god, there
have been times where I�ve kissed him for so long that I thought I was going to
lose my mind if I didn�t touch him, but...� he rubbed the back of his neck,
determining that he would not become the slightest bit aroused by this
situation. No matter how much he loved
thinking about Fuji, writhing and
breathless when they ground their erections against each other and kissed so
deeply Kawamura thought he might lose control and just come in his pants. No matter that Momo was still showing off
just enough firm, flat belly to set Kawamura�s teeth on edge. No matter that he was beginning to feel the
faintest prickling of sweat along his skin.
�Fuji�s not an easy person
to figure out, you know? Sometimes,
he�ll be sitting in my lap, with his arms around my neck and I�m kissing him
and he�s kissing me and I don�t think I�ll ever be able to stop.�

Momo, leaning forward still, was positively rapt. Kawamura obviously had his attention, so he
continued. �But then he�ll open his eyes
and he�ll just look at me and�I�ll
forget what I�m supposed to be doing and I�ll get nervous and we
just�stop.�

Kawamura sighed dejectedly and Momo had to shift his weight
again, only just able to resist rubbing his cock through his shorts. Kawamura�s earnest woes were making his dick
hard. Like, seriously.

He cleared his throat.
�I guess I can understand that, I mean - shit, Taka-san � a look like
that from Fuji would probably kill
any other guy�s hard on.�

Kawamura frowned.
�No, you don�t understand.� And
here, completely unbeknownst to him, Kawamura�s voice softened, took on some
far-away, dreamy quality. �He looks at
me like he�s just waiting for me to
make the next move � and I know that if I did, he�d go with it, except��

�Yeah, yeah, except?�
Momo prompted, licking his lips in anticipation. Kawamura sighed then. �Except I don�t know what that move should
be. I mean, hell, Momo, we�re both guys.
There�s just so much to think about, you know?�

Momo laughed, tipped his head back and really laughed,
earning him a sharp look from Kawamura.
Recognizing the irritation there � the hesitant embarrassment, Momo held
his hands up in mock surrender. �Nono,
Taka-san. I�m not laughing at you �
really. Listen, doing it with a guy�s a
lot like doing it with a girl.� He
grinned sheepishly, shrugged a little.
�Well, I mean, the emotion is the same.
Once you get going, it�s very similar � you�ll see.�

Kawamura�s blushed intensified and it took Momo a moment to
puzzle out what that look meant. When he
finally did, he gaped, eyes wide.
�Taka-san�you�ve never done it before?
At all? Not even with a
girl?� His voice rose with every
sentence until Kawamura was glaring at him and fidgeting uncomfortably.

�Could you not shout it out like that? It�s pathetic enough without hearing it
amplified, okay?�

Momo scratched his head, trying to process this new bit of
information. Kawamura Takashi � strong,
kind, built like a fucking wet dream � was a virgin.
Momo felt really sorry for the poor guy �
giving up your virginity to Fuji Shuusuke had to be incredibly
intimidating. �This is gonna be hard to
explain, Taka-san. I mean�you shoulda
asked Inui or something. He�s got these
great diagrams that sort of��

Kawamura covered his ears, eyes closing tight. �Please, I�d just managed to get those out of
my mind � can we not bring that up? Ever
again?�

Momo was silent a moment, taking in the sight of Kawamura,
covering his ears like a little kid and wanting something bad enough that he�d
embarrass himself to get a little guidance.
Excitement rising � no matter how slim a chance it would be to get
Kawamura to agree � Momo scooted forward, resting one hand on Kawamura�s
arm. �Ne, Taka-san.�

Kawamura opened one eye, brows drawn in consternation,
looking worried and hesitant. Momoshiro
smiled, suddenly recognizing what it was that Fuji
saw in this guy. Besides his obvious
attributes � everyone knew Taka-san was a stand-up guy � there was so much
beneath that first layer, if you just bothered to look. �I suck at explanations. Why don�t I just show you instead?�

Lowering his hands to his lap, Kawamura blinked slowly, lips
parted in surprise. �You mean...?�

Momoshiro shrugged, head tilted in challenge. �Yeah, why not? I mean, the best way to learn is to do and
you and I are friends, right? You trust
me, don�t you?�

Kawamura nodded slowly.
�Of course, Momo, but�this is a really big favor to ask of you.�

Momo was only barely able to conceal his delighted
amusement. Kawamura thought fucking him
was a favor � how cute. �Nah, not
really. I�d like to think you�d do it
for me if I asked.�

Kawamura blushed scarlet, trying to imagine Momo coming to
him with such a request and, with a sharp spike of lust, he realized it wasn�t
so bad a prospect after all. �Are you
sure?�

Momo smiled. �Look,
just think of me as your practice run, eh?
You can do to me what you want to do to Fuji
and that way you�ll be prepared.� He
lowered his voice then, unsure if he should say anything, but knowing he had to
clue Kawamura in if he wasn�t aware already.
�Fuji�s not a virgin, you
know.�

Kawamura nodded miserably, not asking how Momo had come by
that information and not hinting as to why he obviously didn�t consider it
important to question. �Yeah, I
know. I guess that�s why�� he
shrugged. �I don�t want to disappoint
him.�

�You really love him, huh?�
He asked, not at all surprised. Fuji
was exciting, beautiful, intelligent � an incredible challenge. He just hoped that the tensai didn�t chew
Kawamura up and spit him out.

Kawamura nodded.
�Yeah. I guess I always have.�

Momo grinned, lifting Kawamura�s hand and turning it palm
up. He bent his head, rubbing his cheek
against his friend�s calloused palm, and closed his eyes for a moment. �Just one friend helping out another,
then. Ne, Taka-san?�

Kawamura�s breath caught and before he could agree or
disagree, Momo was licking a path up the center of his palm toward his
wrist. Those dark, violet eyes were
steady on Kawamura as Momo moved back to suck two of his friend�s fingers into
his mouth and Kawamura moaned. �You
won�t get into trouble for this?�

Momo shook his head, lapped at the tip of Kawamura�s
fingers. �Nope. My folks aren�t home, remember? We�re good for at least an hour an a half.�

�N-no, Momo-chan � I meant with�with Echizen.�

Momo laughed low in his throat and
Kawamura�s cock jerked in untrained response.
�He might be a little irritated that I got to you first.�

Eyes widening, Kawamura grew still as Momo leaned over to
unbutton his shirt, fingers deft on the parade of small buttons down the front
of his shirt. Momo looked up, caught his
friend�s look of disbelief and winked.
�What? You think we haven�t
talked about tricking you into some dirty, meaningless sex?�

Kawamura blushed.
�W-why didn�t you?�

Momo leaned closer, pushing the shirt off of Kawamura�s
impressive shoulders to let the fabric pool at his wrists. �Honestly?
I didn�t think you�d say yes. I
didn�t know you were into guys, Taka-san.�

Kawamura was silent as Momo leaned in, kissing his shoulder
hesitantly and then moving to nuzzle at his neck while he ran his palms along
Kawamura�s broad chest. When he spoke,
his voice was soft; it made Kawamura�s heartbeat pick up quickly. �Is this okay? You don�t mind kissing, right?�

Kawamura shook his head a little, almost dazed with the
reality of what he was doing. �I �
no. I like to kiss.�

Momo gripped the back of Kawamura�s neck, holding him fast
while he searched his friend�s wide, brown eyes for any hint of trepidation or
regret. Finding none, he pressed his
lips to Kawamura�s, a low, rough sound escaping him when his friend parted his
lips to draw breath, thereby granting him sweet, sweet entrance to his
mouth. He rested one hand on Kawamura�s
shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck with the other and didn�t come up for
air even when his lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen. Kawamura tasted damn fine and his full, soft
lips drove Momo on. When the taller boy
rested his hands on Momo�s shoulders and began to, finally, kiss him back, Momo
almost forgot that he was supposed to be running the show and moaned while he
sucked at Kawamura�s tongue and nibbled at his lips.

After a few more moments he broke the kiss out of sheer
necessity, but he didn�t move away.
Instead, he leaned his forehead against Kawamura�s and panted for
breath. A little dazed, he licked his
lips � tasting Kawamura there.

Kawamura did the same, meeting his friend�s eyes. �Was that okay?�

Taking his hand and placing it squarely over his hard cock,
Momo held it there, arching up against Kawamura�s palm. �Does it feel
okay?�

Kawamura blushed, but he didn�t take his hand away. If anything, Momo would swear his grip
tightened just the tiniest amount. He
hissed, a swift intake of breath, and clenched his jaw. �Man, I really want to fuck you.�

Kawamura hesitated a moment and stroked Momo through his
silky white shorts. �Okay,� he murmured,
gaze intent, testing.

Momo was still for only a moment and then he hooked his
fingers in Kawamura�s belt loops and hauled him up, arms going around his
friend�s waist as he took another hard, hot kiss from him. �I�m so glad you followed me home and not
Inui,� Momo panted, liking the way Kawamura held him so tightly, so
possessively even though he�d just agreed to submit.

He tugged at Kawamura�s belt, whipping it from the loops before
working the buttons free. Kawamura
gripped the back of Momo�s neck and instigated the next kiss as he pushed him
back against the wall and reached between his legs, rubbing his dick while he
pushed his tongue into his mouth and held him pinned against the wall.

Momo gasped, moaned softly as he opened Kawamura�s pants and
gripped his hips, grinding hard against him.
Breathless, hard and urgent, he turned them fast � Kawamura�s back to
the wall now � and slid one leg between Kawamura�s. Kawamura gripped Momo�s bicep, as though he
intended to flip them again and Momo pressed his forearm snugly against
Kawamura�s chest while they stared at each other � close enough to share breath
and close enough for Kawamura to recognize the challenge in Momo�s eyes. Such aggression, such unchecked masculine
desire roused him like he hadn�t expected and, gripping Momo�s ass tight, he
ground against him � thrusting and writhing and panting with the absolute
urgency that was slowly taking him over.

Breathing hard, Momo stared into those familiar, soft eyes
and dropped his gaze to Kawamura�s mouth for only a moment. He wanted those lips wrapped tight around his
cock and he meant to make it happen.
�Still gonna let me?� He asked
his voice low and strangely quiet.
Kawamura bit his lip, nodded once, and Momo rested one hand on his
friend�s shoulder, pushing against the muscle and resistance, guiding him,
showing him. �Suck me. Come on, Taka-san, suck my dick for me.�

Kawamura made a soft, breathless sound and sank, almost
gracefully, to his knees before Momoshiro.
The younger boy tugged at the waistband of his shorts, easing his cock
out and tucking the waistband beneath his balls while he held his cock steady
for Kawamura. �Come on, Taka. Get me nice and wet.�

Licking his lips, Kawamura�s gaze flickered upward,
determination clear in his eyes before he bent his head to Momo and took just
the tip of his cock into his mouth. He
sucked once, experimentally, and slid his tongue along the underside of Momo�s
erection.

Gasping, tipping his head back and banging his head against
the wall, Momo sucked in a breath and tried not to moan out loud. He�d need to pace himself if he was going to
do this right � Kawamura had barely touched him and he was ready to come. �Ah, god, Taka�that�s good � that�s really,
really fucking good,� he moaned, unable to resist sliding his fingers into the
back of Kawamura�s short hair.

Kawamura closed his eyes, concentrating on his task,
attempting to tighten his lips around Momo�s cock, tongue flicking out to take
him further in, to lap at the saliva that trailed from the corner of his mouth,
down his chin. He sucked in a breath,
slid too far along his friend�s shaft, and pulled back sharply, gagging
silently. His lips were swollen when he
looked up at Momo and he licked them again � he was drooling.

�Gomen, Momo.
You�re...� he trailed off, leaving his sentence incomplete as he wasn�t
sure he wanted to say what he�d been thinking. Big.
Bigger than Kawamura had expected.

Eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering a bit, Momo leaned his
head back against the wall and guided Kawamura back to his hard, slick
cock. �Don�t stop. Little more, Taka-san,� he whispered, fingers
sliding into the back of his friend�s hair.

Kawamura obeyed, careful this time, but no less enthusiastic
as he gripped Momo�s hips and began sucking and licking again. He wrapped his lips around the other boy�s
dick and took as much of him inside as he was able. His fingers dug into Momo�s hips, he spread
his knees, his own cock so hard it hurt.
His eyes began to water and he made soft, urgent sounds, his moans
muffled around Momo�s cock. Kawamura
shifted, sucking hard now when he slid his hands around to grip Momo�s tight,
smooth ass. It was agony to resist touching
himself � he could feel his own wetness, the way his underwear stuck to the tip
of his cock and after a few moments, he tipped his head back, letting Momo�s
dick slip from between his lips. His
chin was shiny with his own saliva and he bawled his hands into fists at his
thighs as he fought back his own intense arousal.

�Momoshiro,� he gasped, his erection insistent at the fabric
of his underwear and, when Momo glanced down, he made a faint, growling sound
and dropped to his knees before his friend.
Framing Kawamura�s face with his hands, Momo pulled him into a hot,
desperate kiss. They kissed for long,
anxious moments, the only sound between them the wet, clinging sound of their
lips, the expectant, heavy silence punctuated by low moans and sighs. Kawamura was nearly out of his mind with lust
� being able to touch and grab and feel, without having to hold oneself back �
was a heady, freeing pleasure. He wanted
more. He wanted all he could get.

When Momo lowered one hand to Kawamura�s lap, he spread his
legs, encouraging, pleading. Against
Momo�s lips, he panted, �Touch me. God,
it aches��

Momo wasn�t gentle when he reached beneath the waistband of
Kawamura�s underwear and gripped his erection, almost immediately beginning to
jerk him. Momo kissed him again, hard,
fucking Kawamura�s mouth with his tongue and pulling back to suck at his bottom
lip. �So hard, Taka-san�you�re so ready
for it.�

Wrapping one arm around Momo�s neck, Kawamura buried his
face in the curve of the younger boy�s neck and moaned, his voice breaking
mid-way. He turned his head, restless,
and bit down on Momo�s shoulder, wringing a strangled moan from the boy who was
stroking him so urgently. �Ahh�fuck, Momo�I need to��

Kawamura�s cock jerked in Momo�s grasp and he could feel the
miniscule amount of fluid streaking his fingers. He stopped, kissing Kawamura again, frenzied
and with absolutely no finesse at all before grabbing his waist and guiding him
to all fours. �Like this, Taka-san. I need to get you ready.� Kawamura obliged, still when Momo gripped the
legs of his pants and began to tug them off, pulling his underwear off in the
process.

Back arched, head bowed, Kawamura glanced along the line of
his body and saw his cock, almost parallel with his belly, hard and flushed a
deep pink. �I�m gonna come. Ah, god, Momo�I�m gonna come all by myself.�

Belly brushing Taka�s back, he grunted when Momo smacked him
hard on the ass as he leaned over, reaching under the bed. �Like hell you are. You�re not gonna come until my dick is as far
in you as it�ll go, got it?�

Kawamura gasped, arching a little more, spreading his legs
as he clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the heavy pull of desire low in his
belly. His balls were high and tight
against his ass and he wished, oh how he wished that Momo would let him
come. He groaned, lowering to brace
himself on his elbows when he heard Momo pop the lube�s plastic cap.

Momo�s hands were shaking when he
turned the bottle upside down and squeezed a liberal amount over Kawamura�s
ass. Kawamura arched his back, hissing
when the cool liquid slid along the crack of his ass and he realized that if he
dropped down just a little more, he could rub his dick on the carpet. Before he had time to figure out the right
position, though, Momo was pressing inside, fingertips spreading the lube
around, thumb circling his anus with precise, repetitive motions. Kawamura rested his head against his
forearms, crossed at the wrist, and sank his teeth into his arm when Momo
pushed two fingers into him and didn�t even pause as he began to stretch him
carefully.

Kawamura moaned, and not quietly, the strangled sound
muffled against his arm as he lifted his hips for Momo, bearing most of his
weight with his muscled thighs.

Momo winced, insinuating himself between Kawamura�s legs and
rubbing his balls with the flat of his hand as he turned his wrist to finger
him hard. Kawamura was arching,
writhing, his voice one, long, continuous moan.
Momo was nearly ready to chew through his own tongue and so, one hand
comforting at Kawamura�s lower back just long enough to warn him of what was
coming, he leaned in a little. �Ready,
Taka-san?�

Kawamura nodded, back bowed at an impressive angle as he
raised his ass and begged silently for the hard fucking that he knew Momo was
about to give him. He�d never considered
being on this end of things, but the moment Momo had pinned him against the
wall and flashed that wildboy grin at him, Kawamura had known that he�d chosen
correctly. �Fuck me,� he demanded, voice
unsteady with lust.

Slicking his cock thoroughly, Momo focused on the long,
powerful line of Kawamura�s back � so incredibly turned on that he was unable
to take a moment to appreciate what a nice picture his friend made. Kneeling before him, ass in the air, moaning
and begging like Momo had never even dared to imagine he might.

Positioning his dick just at Kawamura�s tight heat, Momo let his eyelashes flutter closed as he pushed slowly,
steadily into the boy before him. He
felt Kawamura tense and, instinctively, slid one hand down his back to press
reassuringly between his shoulder blades.
In this position, Kawamura was pinned, held fast under Momo�s weight and
he relished it. Such solidity, such heat
was exactly the distraction he needed as Momo stretched him almost agonizingly
full with his cock. Momo took a shivery
breath and he broke out in a cold sweat when Kawamura clenched around him. He took a deep breath, growing still within
his friend. �Taka...� he whispered,
hands soothing at the bigger boy�s back.

Kawamura�s breath caught, he tensed, tightening further
around Momo�s dick, wringing a moan from the both of them. �Taka, relax.
Breathe with me, okay? Take a
deep breath.�

Kawamura nodded, waiting until he heard Momo inhale and
followed suit, truly attempting to do as Momo instructed and it was just when
he felt he was getting the hang of it, allowing Momo to gain several more
inches inside him, that he exhaled slowly.
He felt so full, so unbearably full.
�Momo�oh, God��

Lips parted, prepared to offer some praise for the pleasure
he was affording him, Momo smiled when he felt the other boy relax, easing up
on him a bit. �I know, Taka�fuck but you
feel so ama��

Mid-sentence, all thought fled as the door to Momo�s bedroom
opened slowly to admit one Echizen Ryoma, whose curious gaze soon turned to one
of nearly speechless shock as he took in the sight before him. ��Momo-senpai?�

Becoming still against Kawamura, but unable to resist a slow,
sensuous roll of his hips, Momo grunted and slid a hand up Kawamura�s back to
press between his shoulder blades, pinning his shoulders to the floor. Kawamura tensed, wanting to move away
quickly, but following Momoshiro�s lead instead. He shot a hesitant gaze to the doorway, reluctant
to meet those familiar, whiskey-colored eyes.
�Echizen�we�I��

Slipping inside the room and closing the door, Ryoma leaned
back against it, lips parting on a soft exhalation of breath as he dropped his
bag and removed his cap. Letting the hat
fall atop the bag, he reached behind him and locked the door, never breaking
eye contact with Momo. Whatever he saw
there, whatever challenge the taller boy issued without benefit of words, Ryoma
answered in kind. That sharp, assessing
glance traveled the length of Kawamura�s body with no small amount of
appreciation and it wasn�t until he locked eyes with Kawamura that he tugged
off his jersey. He tossed it aside,
licking his lips absently before whipping his shirt over his head and dropping
it to the floor.

Toying with the strings of his practice shorts, he took a
step toward the two boys on the floor.
�Am I too late or too early?�

The boy�s words � or perhaps the look in his eyes � made
Momo swell inside Kawamura and the taller boy moaned, shifting against
Momo. �Ah��

Curling his fingers against Kawamura�s hip, Momo withdrew
just enough to create a little space for himself and when he slid back inside,
he closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip. After a moment, he held a hand out to his
younger lover and pinned him with a heated stare. �Late.
C�mere.�

Those words seemed to be all the invitation Ryoma needed and,
in one swift motion, he stripped off his shorts and his underwear and kicked
them aside before sliding his palm along Momo�s and going easily into his
embrace. Dropping to his knees, he
gripped Kawamura�s hip and swung one leg over Momo�s, mounting one thigh and
winding lightly muscled arms around his lover�s neck.

Sliding one hand over Kawamura�s hip, the boy wrapped his
fingers around Kawamura�s dick and squeezed in the same moment that he slanted
his mouth over Momo�s to take a deep, possessive kiss. Kawamura gasped, moving back against Momo,
fucking himself precisely the way Ryoma had intended.

Already hard and wanting, Ryoma rubbed his cock on Momo�s
hip and stroked Kawamura with a slow, sure hand. �Don�t come in him,� he ordered, leaning in
to suck and bite at his lover�s collarbone.
Momo nodded, expression drawn as though it pained him to agree. �Yes,� he breathed, seeking more of those
sweet kisses.

Turning his head aside, Ryoma took in the sight of Kawamura
Takashi, kneeling before his boyfriend, taking his cock like he did it all the
time. Ryoma was unmoved by the prospect
� for all he knew, Taka-san did do
this sort of thing all the time. He was
merely thankful that he�d finally decided to do it with them. He tightened his hold
a bit, increased his pace, jerking Kawamura with the intention of making him
come in his hand.

Momo�s fingers tightened on Kawamura�s hip and - when Ryoma
ground against him in encouragement, soft, breathless little sound escaping him
� he thrust hard into him, making him rock forward on his elbows until his
forehead touched the floor.

�Ah, fuck�Ryoma, he�s gonna make me shoot,� Momo groaned,
grip tightening on the boy on his lap and the one on his knees before him. �Bring him � hurry.�

Leaning up on his knees, one arm still around Momo�s neck,
Ryoma kissed him hungrily, moaning when he felt Kawamura�s dick swell against
his palm. �He�s close. Don�t you dare come, Momo-senpai.�

Momo nodded quickly, eyes squeezed tight as he visibly
fought the urge to let go and simply come.
�NnnGod, Ryoma��

The boy nipped his lover�s lip and gasped when the tip of
his cock nudged Momo hard. �Mmm, you
save that for me.�

Quiet though his words were, they had the desired effect on
Kawamura and he moaned, hands stretching along the floor and fisting in the
plush carpet. �Echizen�Godyes,
faster.�

Ryoma complied, jerking his friend faster even as he pulled
hard on the back of Momo�s hair. �You
heard him, Momo-senpai. Faster.�

It was in that moment that Momo�s restraint snapped and he
took Ryoma�s mouth in a punishing kiss as he thrust rhythmically into the boy
beneath him. Kawamura clawed the carpet
- low, animal-like grunts sounding as though they were being ripped from
somewhere inside his chest and it wasn�t long before he tensed, growling Momo�s
name as he came in several hard, rapid spurts over his teammate�s hand and onto
his own belly. He collapsed forward,
panting, heart pounding, skin tingling and when Momo slid out of him with a
surprised yelp, Ryoma wasted no time in straddling his lover�s lap and rubbing
his dick against Momo�s. Hands on the taller
boy�s shoulders, he kissed him again, biting him just before he drew away, and
wrapped his fingers around Momo�s cock.
�My turn now.�

Kawamura had pulled himself into a sitting position and was
about to edge away when Ryoma turned, both hands flat on the floor as he crawled
toward his teammate. �Ne, Taka-san. You don�t want to play around with me?�

Eyes widening, Kawamura stretched his legs out before him,
hands braced just behind him. �I � Echizen��

Flashing that knowing, arrogant smirk that Kawamura had seen
on more than occasion � though never in quite this context � Ryoma crawled up
the length of Kawamura�s body and settled into his lap. Wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders
he had admired so often in the past, he bumped Kawamura�s chin with his
own. �Kiss me.�

Over the boy�s shoulder, Kawamura caught Momoshiro�s direct,
lustful gaze and wrapped one arm around the boy�s back, pulling him flush
against his chest to press his lips to that deceptively sweet mouth. Moaning when the boy�s tongue swept along his
own, Kawamura closed his eyes and gave himself over to attentions that he
shouldn�t have needed after the orgasm he�d just had. He wasn�t thinking about what he needed and
what he shouldn�t, though, when Ryoma rubbed his cock against Kawamura�s belly
and kissed him like he really meant it.

In an instant, Momo was behind him, wrapping his arms around
Ryoma from behind and kissing the back of his neck. Ryoma made a soft little sound and thrust
against Kawamura, streaking his belly with clear fluid and moaning sweetly into
his mouth. Kawamura gripped Momoshiro�s
shoulder, pulling him closer to press against the boy between them and he
spread his legs a bit to make room for Momo.

Writhing against Kawamura, rubbing his dick in the place
where Kawamura�s release still clung to him, Ryoma broke the kiss with a sharp
cry when Momo spread him open and pushed two fingers hard into him. Kawamura held him close, unsure of what he
should do, but certain that he didn�t want to let go. Kawamura had never, in all the time he�d
known the boy, wondered how Echizen kissed, or how he might taste, but
suddenly, he was very thankful for having been given the chance to find
out. The boy was all heat and subtle
aggression, restless and wanting in Kawamura�s lap.

Lowering his head to Kawamura�s shoulder, Ryoma pressed his
face to the curve of Kawamura�s neck and rubbed against him, seeking relief,
seeking contact. He made urgent, husky
noises against Kawamura�s skin and moaned his pleasure when he guided the older
boy�s hand to his cock and felt those long, capable fingers wrap around his
dick.

�Mmm, Taka-san, don�t stop,� he pleaded, his tone quite
different from the one he used with Momoshiro.

Momo shifted behind him, his touch quick and a little
rough. Ryoma was squirming against
Kawamura by that point, that familiar husky voice rising in pitch as Momo
worked him over. With a rough little
snarl, Ryoma suddenly surged forward, pushing Kawamura onto his back and taking
still more hungry kisses from him. Momo
followed, spreading Ryoma�s legs and moving over Kawamura when Ryoma arched his
back, resting his head against Kawamura�s chest. �Wait,� he murmured.

Momoshiro paused, fingertips insistent between the cheeks of
Ryoma�s ass. The boy shot his lover a
little glance over his shoulder and rubbed his face against Kawamura�s broad
chest. �Lick me, Momo-senpai.�

Kawamura wrapped an arm around the boy�s shoulders and rose
on one elbow to seek still more kisses.
Once past that prickly surface, Echizen Ryoma was all spicy, male heat
and sweet kisses. Kawamura found that he
could not resist.

He felt Momo kneel over his legs, felt Ryoma�s weight shift
over him and then the boy�s soft, husky voice was at his ear when Momo spread
him open to suck and lick at him. His
dick was hard against Kawamura�s belly and the boy humped him like an eager
little dog while his boyfriend tongue fucked him � making him ready. �Taka-san,� he murmured, gold eyes bright and
feverish.

Kawamura kissed his forehead, his damp hair and felt Momo
shift. He could hear the boy�s harsh
breathing in perfect counterpoint to Ryoma�s when he straddled Taka�s legs and
gripped Ryoma�s hips. He lifted him,
spreading him, bent to press one quick kiss to the center of his lover�s
back. �Hold on tight, Ryoma. Gonna fuck you hard.�

Gaze locked on Kawamura�s, Ryoma arched his back and gripped
the bigger boy�s shoulders. �You heard
that, Taka-san. Hold on tight.�

Kawamura slid his hand up the boy�s back to tangle in his
hair, eyes closing as he kissed him.
Deep, so deep that he felt like the boy could crawl into his throat and
he felt his own cock swell between them when each one of Momo�s hard thrusts
caused the boy to rock against Kawamura�s belly.

Covering his back, Momo pressed tight to Ryoma, gripping his
hips to haul him up and the boy turned his head to share a sloppy, desperate
kiss with his lover. Kawamura tipped his
head back, panting for breath, and he looked up to find Momoshiro staring down
at him while he kissed Ryoma � wet and deep.
�Jerk him off, Taka-san. Make my
boy come.�

The sounds Ryoma made were not unlike the ones he made on
the court, the only discernable difference being the edge, that faint moan
underlying every clipped exhalation. He
kneeled over Kawamura, palms braced against his teammate�s chest while
Momoshiro rode him hard. �Taka-san,� he
murmured, licking his lips, hair hanging over his eyes. Kawamura reached between them, wrapping his
fingers around Ryoma�s dick and stroking him, carefully at first.

The muscles in Momo�s legs flexed with every surge into his
lover�s body and after a few moments, he made a sound that Kawamura had never
heard him make before. Wrapping his arms
around Ryoma�s chest, he pressed his mouth tight to the boy�s shoulder, eyes
wild over the boy�s shoulder when he met Kawamura�s gaze. �Faster,� he whispered. �Make him come, Taka-san.�

Tightening his grip, Kawamura complied, stroking the boy
faster. He watched, transfixed, as Ryoma
moved against Momo, helping him along, driving him on. �Fuck me, Momo-senpai,� he ordered.

Momo was panting, skin shiny with sweat. Kawamura bit his lip, watching the two boys
move together.

�I am. I am fucking you. Come, goddammit, I�m close,� he ground out. His
hair was wet, Ryoma was slippery against him.
The boy grasped Kawamura�s hand, holding on tight when he arched his
back and cried out, keening and moaning his pleasure. His breath hitched when he came and, so
wrapped up in the incredibly erotic picture his teammates made, he was unprepared
when Ryoma tensed and shot his release in a wide arc, droplets landing on
Kawamura�s chest, his shoulder, his cheek.

Momoshiro was every bit as vocal when Ryoma�s orgasm pulled
him headlong into one of his own and that final surge into his lover�s body
sent Ryoma falling forward onto his hands and knees over Kawamura. He was shivering, skin feverish and
expression smug. Bending down, he kissed
Kawamura�s mouth softly and gathered a drop of his release from Kawamura�s
cheek with the edge of his thumb.
Offering it to the boy beneath him, he smiled when Kawamura sucked on
his thumb slowly � those dark, earnest eyes wide and unblinking.

Momoshiro shifted, sliding out of Ryoma with a gasp. �Holy shit,� he breathed, falling back on his
bottom and sprawling on the floor before them.
�I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something.�

Kawamura smiled, licking Ryoma�s thumb again and smiling up
at him. Ryoma winked, smirking at his
older teammate, and stole another kiss.
�Next time, Taka-san, you�ll wait for me, ne?�

Kawamura nodded, though he had absolutely no intention of
coming back for seconds � no matter how hard Momo had made him come. �I��

Ryoma sat up, brushing damp bangs from his eyes. �Next time, I�ll show you what Fuji-senpai really likes.�
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