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The training had been extensive — long hours of unrelenting dueling, exchanging blows for blows, pin after pin.
Kunikida felt his back hit the mat for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Fukuzawa hovered over him, sweat slipping down his brow and falling against the curve of his jaw. He dropped onto one knee, bracing it against Kunikida’s hip as he leaned forward, unreadable for a moment before he spoke: ‘Every day you get stronger; every day it’s harder to pin you.’
Kunikida let out a breathless sound. He let his tongue pass over his bottom lip, realizing how dry his mouth felt. ‘It’s an honor to train with you, Shachou.’
Fukuzawa paused with a soft breath, bowing his head for a moment and leaning down a little closer. ‘I hope you understand that the feeling is mutual, Kunikida…’
Fukuzawa moved his other knee, sliding to the floor so that both legs were braced at Kunikida’s hips. He dipped a little lower, his lips barely grazing the other man’s before pulling back with a pointed look, as if trying to assess the moment.
Kunikida swallowed roughly, his mind going blank at the whisper-like kiss. He pushed up on his elbows and slid himself against Fukuzawa, kissing him a little stronger, with more intention. He let go a soft pleased breath as he felt Fukuzawa deepen the kiss, tongue flicking out to trace the sweat along the other’s lips. Kunikida brought a trembling hand up, fingers tangling into Fukuzawa’s ponytail as he pushed up a little more, pushing Fukuzawa enough to gain leverage and switch their positions, pinning the older man to the mat.
Kunikida pulled back from the kiss, breathless and glasses slipping off his nose.
Fukuzawa’s lips twitched up in an almost smile before he focused his gaze, watching Kunikida closely.
'Will you keep me pinned like this and make your move?'
There was a spark in the air between them, an electric energy that was palpable in the quiet.
Kunikida pressed himself against Fukuzawa again, sliding their bodies tight together as he kissed over his jaw, brushing a silvery strand of hair away as he paused to catch his breath.
'I can’t… I can’t explain the things I want to do to you.'
Fukuzawa made a surprised sound that warmed into something hotter.
'Don’t explain, then — show.'
Kunikida sat back a little, watching Fukuzawa again before moving himself to sit between Fukuzawa’s knees. He slid his hands over the other man’s chest and down to hold one of his hips, keeping him pressed to the mat.
He flicked his eyes up before bending forward and kissing over his obi, his other hand spread over the top of his thigh. Kunikida slipped a hand under his clothes, fingers grazing over his underwear. He moved just enough to grip Fukuzawa’s cock. He blushed hot pink and licked his lips before sitting forward again, mouth open as he lapped at his cock, his eyes closing as he savored the feeling, the weight. Kunikida let out a sigh and slipped his mouth further down.
He felt Fukuzawa wrap his hand around his ponytail, keeping him close, just the faintest sound of approval leaving him.
Kunikida looked up, keeping his gaze as he closed his lips around his cock and moved down inch by inch, never looking away. He slid his tongue against the underside of Fukuzawa’s cock, making a pleased sound as the biting taste of precome and sweat pressed through his senses.
Kunikida closed his eyes and bowed his head down, bobbing his head slowly, pushing himself to take as much of Fukuzawa as he could before wrapping his fingers around the base and stroking him into his mouth.
His motions earned him a soft, quiet almost moan, the sound making Kunikida shiver, his hips twitching.
‘Kunikida, touch yourself.’
He looked up at Fukuzawa and flushed deeper before pressing his palm against the outline of his cock, moaning around Fukuzawa, the thinnest trace of drool passing his swollen lips.
Fukuzawa sucked in a breath at the sight and feeling. He leaned up on his elbows and brushed his fingers over Kunikida’s jaw, pressing on his jaw as he rolled his hips up against Kunikida’s lips.
Kunikida slipped his hand beneath the hand of his sparring pants, moaning as he gripped his own cock, stroking himself slowly. He started to work his mouth at the same pace, his breath coming out in heavy puffs around it. The head of his cock twitched and leaked, slicking his fingers.
Fukuzawa tightened his grip on Kunikida’s hair.
‘You’re doing so well…’
Kunikida flushed, the praise rushing through him like adrenaline he’s never felt before.
He worked his mouth in a steady motion, head bobbing as he stroked himself in quick even passes, his hand newly slick and sliding easily. Kunikida flicked his eyes up to Fukuzawa, the edges of his glasses fogging up from his own breath.
Fukuzawa made a low groaning sound, his grip tightening as he pulled Kunikida closer and rolled his hips up, fucking his mouth slowly. Kunikida made a pleased sound of approval, relaxing his jaw and letting Fukuzawa do as he wanted. He could feel his own orgasm building quickly, his mind becoming hazy with lust. He sucked in a slow breath every time Fukuzawa pressed forward again.
Fukuzawa let out a low steady breath, his hips starting to move a little quicker. ‘Close.’
Kunikida looked up and nodded, working his own hand quicker while he sucked and lapped at Fukuzawa’s cock. He felt the older man tense up and he relaxed his throat just as he came.
Kunikida swallowed all that he could and pulled his mouth off with an obscene wet sound that seemed to echo through the training room. He blushed, sitting back on his heels and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, still stroking himself slowly.
Fukuzawa sat up a second later, tucking himself away and watching Kunikida with a warm stare, his eyes following the motion of Kunikida’s hand before smiling.
‘Faster.’
Kunikida flushed deeper and did as he was told, stroking himself faster, his breath heaving and eyes closing for a moment as he felt his pleasure building and building until he came with a strangled moan, pressing his free hand to his mouth to muffle his cries of pleasure.
When Kunikida opened his eyes Fukuzawa was slightly flushed again, watching him for a moment longer, lips pulling into a slow smile. Kunikida pulled his hand away and tucked himself back into his underwear before using his workout towel to wipe his hands clean.
There was a moment of quiet as both men stood up. Kunikida glanced at Fukuzawa; he opened his mouth to speak but the older man beat him to it.
‘You did well today, Kunikida. Allow me to celebrate your accomplishments with dinner?’
Kunikida blinked in surprise, pushing his glasses up to try to hide his excitement.
‘That would be very nice, thank you.’
Fukuzawa took a few steps forward again and lifted Kunikida’s chin with a finger.
‘And… perhaps we can do this again later as well.’
Kunikida shivered and nodded, licking his lips.
‘I’m happy to work out with you anytime.’