Tease Sway

“NOOOOO!!! Get it off! Get it off!” wailed Akaya as he flailed and struggled, trying to get away from his tormentor. This always happened! It wasn’t fair. Senpai was mean.

“It will only be harder on you the more you resist,” teased Niou. His wet, wagging finger came closer to Akaya. The struggling boy was squirming in his arms, but couldn’t break free of Niou’s wiry arm wrapped around his chest. Niou’s chest was pressed tight to Akaya’s back.

“I’m telling, senpai! Please don’t do it! Or I’ll let Marui know abou-“ Akaya broke off his protests with a yelp when the wet finger made contact. Ewwww… it was so gross. His flailing arms weren’t hitting anything.

“Puri~ Marui already knows I hid his snacks. He just doesn’t know where they are.” Niou laughed and tormented Akaya some more by wiggling his wet finger around in his ear again. The brat was so much fun to play with.

“Stop it, senpai,” Akaya whimpered, looking as pathetic as the brat could.

“Niou,” came a smooth, slightly exasperated voice.

“Yeah, yeah, Renji. I was getting bored with the kid anyway.” Niou let the relieved brat go and ruffled his kinky hair. Akaya punched him in the arm.

Most of the team had already changed and gone. Only a few regulars were left, those who hadn’t claimed their showers right away. Even in a school like Rikkai, there weren’t enough showers for everyone to use them at the same time. Niou didn’t mind waiting. There were just so many opportunities for setting up pranks after everyone else had gone.

He waved to Akaya and Jackal when the two left, Jackal being on escort duty for the brat this week. He and Renji were the only ones left. The data player was the one with the keys and responsible for locking up. He tended to work on homework while Niou set his pranks up. Sometimes he’d advise Niou on how to carry out his plans more effectively, but he never actively conspired in planning the pranks or helped set them up. Niou appreciated the arrangement. Yanagi never surrendered him to the victims, and Niou made sure his pranks didn’t affect Yanagi too much. Well, not more than anyone else. Puri~.

Lately though, he’d been spending just as much time watching Yanagi study as he did scheming new tricks. The data player had looked at him questionably many times, but Niou always made some excuse or asked about a homework problem. It had taken Niou awhile to figure out for himself why he was becoming so fascinated with his teammate.

It was attraction. Yanagi was very attractive, if in an unconventional way. He was almost pretty even, if you could look past the butchered haircut. And Niou was attracted by Yanagi’s persona as well. He wasn’t just smart or a nerd, his presence was calming and soothing compared to Niou’s wild fire. It was different. He wanted to taste those still waters. Yanagi might even already know this.

“So, what are you working on, Renji,” Niou drawled out. “Next week’s assignments? New training schedule? The best method of getting Sanada to confess that he named his pet rock?” Niou sauntered to where Yanagi seated on the bench to stand behind him and peer over his shoulder. The notebook did look like their literature notes. How boring. His breath fluttered Yanagi’s cropped, silky hair.

Yanagi sighed and closed the notebook. He turned his head to consider Niou, resigned to being bothered until the trickster lost interest and went back to his latest prank. “What do you want, Niou?”

“You.” Niou decided to screw the subtle approach. He drew Yanagi towards him by a hand at the nape of his neck. Yanagi’s eyes widened and Niou’s narrowed as their breath mingled, lips barely touching. Niou pressed their lips together in a slow, enticing kiss. He wondered if it was Yanagi’s first.

Yanagi wasn’t responding, but he wasn’t pulling away either. Niou nibbled the data player’s plump bottom lip and was rewarded with a low moan and a tentative kiss back. He could almost hear the gears whirring in Yanagi’s head, trying to figure out why.

Niou broke the kiss for air; lips still so close to Yanagi’s that he could taste his breath. “I want you, Renji. Damned if I know why.”

He licked Yanagi’s lips and when the other boy gasped Niou was quick to take advantage of it. Yanagi’s mouth tasted of mint. Either he’d brushed his teeth after practice or he stole a piece of Marui’s gum.

Yanagi’s tongue met his own and then they were kissing in earnest. Niou’s darting tongue teased Yanagi and drew him in to explore his own mouth. He pressed against Yanagi’s side and their hands were everywhere. Yanagi’s notebook fell to the floor.

Niou groaned when Yanagi’s wandering hands gripped his ass. He smirked at Yanagi’s panting gasps when he ran his hands over Yanagi’s clothed chest and pinched his pebbled nipples. Niou pulled of their shirts and licked and sucked down Yanagi’s arching neck. He straddled the data player’s lap and sucked hard on Yanagi’s collarbone while the other boy’s hands kneaded and stroked the smooth skin on his back.

“Niou-,” Yanagi gasped when their trapped erections ground against each other. Yanagi arched up, taunt as a bowstring. Niou’s lips and hands were all over him, sensitizing every part of his body and leaving him a quivering, needy mass.

Niou clung to Yanagi and mashed their lips together again. He pressed Yanagi’s hand to his trapped erection and slid his own hand down into his teammate’s shorts. Niou gripped Yanagi’s hard cock and stroked him to the beat of the blood pounding through his veins.

Yanagi’s hand cupped Niou’s length cautiously, exploring the feel and girth of it through the thin cloth. His eyes and teeth clenched and he keened in need at Niou’s arousing touch. It felt so much more intense than when he did it to himself.

They traded harsh kisses and Niou groaned when Yanagi’s hand finally wrapped around his length. The two boys stroked each other in time, hips arching, hands grasping, and mouths meeting in open, sucking exploration. The coils building in each of their spines wound tighter and tighter.

Yanagi let go first. With a long, drawn out wail of peaking desire, his entire body went taunt and he shot his release into Niou’s hand. His grip faltered in it’s stroking, the rhythm becoming irregular. Then Niou’s hand closed over his own and resumed the movement. Niou called out his name when he came, pressing their sweaty chests together and leaning his forehead on Yanagi’s shoulder. Their arms wrapped around each other as their panting breath slowed.

When they were both breathing almost normally again, Yanagi tilted Niou’s head up with a hand on his chin and kissed him tiredly. His questioning brown eyes met Niou’s satiated gold.

“Niou- … why?” Yanagi asked softly. He didn’t know where this was going or why Niou did it. He hoped it wasn’t done solely out of boredom or as a trick. It had been much too intense. His eyes shuttered.

“Mmmm… because I wanted to. I wanted you. Still want you. I want to do this again. Puri~” Niou smiled in that devious way of his and brought their lips together again. Their mouths clung together and the kiss deepened into something more. “Because it was fun, Renji.”

“Ah… It was fun, Niou.” Yanagi replied with a somewhat distracted tone. He was still processing the recent surprising events. He hadn’t expected anything like that to happen at all.

Niou climbed off Yanagi’s lap and clasped his hand to pull him up. His nose wrinkled. “We smell. Strip. I need another shower.” Two showers after practice within an hour of each other- the season was unusually warm and the sweat had been pouring from them during their tryst.

Niou discarded his clothes without any shred of modestly and sauntered back towards the shower room. He threw a challenging come hither look over his shoulder, his muscled, bare ass swaying as he walked. He hoped Yanagi would follow.