It was late after volleyball practice when Kei Tsukishima and Tadashi Yamaguchi reached Yamaguchi's car in the empty lot. "Idiot, you almost tripped over your own feet out there," Tsukishima teased with his signature eye roll. Yamaguchi grinned knowingly. "And you were too busy being tall and sarcastic to notice the set I gave you."
A simple hug turned into Tsukishima pulling him in for a gentle kiss, the familiar spark igniting between them. Tension built fast as Tsukishima pressed Yamaguchi back against the car door, their lips locked in a deepening embrace while the night air cooled around them.
Yamaguchi reluctantly pulled away and glanced around, confirming they were alone. He gently opened the driver's side door, guiding Tsukishima to sit before climbing in on top, straddling his hips just as the car lights faded out.
They continued making out hotter and heavier, Tsukishima's glasses fogging before being discarded aside. The position was slightly awkward, but they managed to get Tsukishima's pants down just enough to free his cock, which was already hard and throbbing.
Tsukishima maneuvered Yamaguchi's shorts off with urgent hands, both of them horny and panting as sweat began to bead on their skin. Yamaguchi started to ride him, his ass wet and dripping with need, their movements desperate and frantic while moaning into each other's mouths.
Tsukishima wasn't a pussy about it, thrusting up to match the frantic rhythm as they chased release, the blowjob they'd joked about earlier forgotten in the heat. They came hard together, cum spilling between them in a messy rush of satisfaction.
Yamaguchi leaned in close, whispering that this was only the start of what they could explore next.
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