Slow Ride Home

After endless practices and back-to-back games, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi finally crashed into their apartment with nothing but each other on the agenda. The door barely clicked shut before Yamaguchi was tugging at his boyfriend's shirt, eyes sharp with intent. "You've been rolling those eyes at me all week like I'm some inconvenience," he said, voice laced with that familiar wit, "but we both know you're the one who's been counting the minutes until you could get me alone." Tsukishima snorted, already hard and pulling him closer. "Idiot. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't put up with your clingy ass. Now stop talking and show me what you've got."

Clothes hit the floor in a rush, leaving them naked and sweating under the low light. Yamaguchi climbed over him without hesitation, straddling Tsukishima's hips with strong thighs that pinned him down. He wasn't submissive here—he was taking exactly what he wanted after days of stolen glances and zero privacy. "Hands on my hips, Kei. Watch. No rushing." Tsukishima obeyed, fingers digging in as Yamaguchi reached back, slicking himself up until everything was wet and dripping. He sank down slow, impaling himself on that thick cock inch by inch, his ass clenching tight around every vein.

"Fuck, Tadashi... you feel incredible," Tsukishima groaned, voice rough but never pushing, just letting Yamaguchi set the pace. Yamaguchi braced his hands on the taller man's chest, mouth falling open in a constant moan as he rolled his hips deep and deliberate. No bouncing, no frantic thrusts—just that torturous grind that made them both pant. "Yeah? Your cock's hitting just right. Been horny thinking about riding you like this while you complain the whole time."

Tsukishima's eyes stayed locked on him in awe, thumbs stroking circles on those hips. "You're such a tease. Always were. Even back when we were kids, you knew how to get under my skin." Yamaguchi laughed breathlessly, rolling harder so his own cock bobbed against Tsukishima's stomach, precum dripping steadily. "And you love it. Wouldn't have stuck around otherwise. Now shut up and let me use you." The slow drag continued, every slide pulling a wet sound from their joined bodies, Yamaguchi's ass gripping like it never wanted to let go.

Sweat beaded on Yamaguchi's skin as he leaned forward, controlling the depth with every shift. Tsukishima's cock throbbed inside him, hard and perfect, but he stayed still, hands steady, letting his boyfriend chase that building pleasure. "God, you're tight... keep going like that and I'm gonna lose it," he muttered, the words half praise, half challenge. Yamaguchi smirked down at him, strong and unyielding. "Not yet. I want to feel every second. You always say I'm the one who perseveres—watch me prove it."

The tension coiled tighter with each deliberate roll, Yamaguchi's moans growing louder, his body glistening. Tsukishima's grip tightened just enough to ground him, whispering how good it felt without ever forcing the rhythm. When Yamaguchi finally tipped over, he came with a sharp cry, cum spilling hot across Tsukishima's abs while his ass pulsed around that cock. Tsukishima followed right after, groaning as he filled him, both of them panting through the aftershocks.

Yamaguchi stayed seated, catching his breath with a satisfied grin, but the glint in his eye promised they weren't done making up for lost time.