\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17 for Senga’s suggestions.
\nSummary<\/b>: Senga’s the only one who can’t go to Coundown, and Nikaido makes it up to him.
\nAN<\/b>: snowqueenofhoth<\/a> is even more demanding than Senga, yo. TCHT, KOUHAI. <\/p>\n
A Whole Countdown’s Worth<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not fair!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga whines, even his bleached bangs drooping sadly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want to go!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido rolls his eyes, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nothing you can do about it. Next year you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be old enough to work late, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m the only one who doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get to go!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get to go to Countdown yet either, Senga-kun,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hasshi pipes up when Senga just continues to pout, heedless of Yokoo and Tsukada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s subtle signs to shut his moronic mouth. Kawai beams at Hasshi in approval. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, but you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll have to wait forever, of course you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga retorts. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been waiting forever already! Usually Nika and I watch together and he spends the night, but now I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even do that! And he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t come over after because I have school the next day!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not my fault I had a birthday, you know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido rolls his shoulders and scowls, uncomfortable under Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s glare. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not Kisumai if we aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t all there!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga protests, shoving a little at Nikaido because he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the most convenient. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want to be with my unit!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We can still be Ebikisu even if we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re doing different things,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hasshi tries again to reassure Senga, apparently not aware that Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s narrowed eyes signal danger. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not what makes you a unit.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d know, having been in so many units,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says with venom, while Hasshi continues to look back at him guilelessly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Not that A.B.C. really is your\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Fujigaya slaps a hand tightly over Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth and says pleasantly, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you guys have practice with Nakamaru right now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Right, right,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kawai says lazily, the only sign that he felt the tension in the air the slight grin of thanks he shoots Fujigaya when their eyes meet. He stands up and slings an arm around Hasshi\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, Hasshi-kun, you can explain to Nakamaru-kun why we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re late.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Me?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Hasshi protests, but trots along with Kawai willingly. Tsuka follows them as well, laying a brief hand on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder and squeezing on the way by. <\/p>\n
When all the members of A.B.C.-Z have left the room, Fujigaya peels his hand away from Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You were about to say something really cruel,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he admonishes Senga. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head hangs even lower now that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s had a few seconds to think about what he almost said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thanks for stopping me, Taipi.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tcht, kouhai,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya rolls his eyes a little, but he puts his hands on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders and lets Senga press against his chest for a moment, seeking comfort. Then he gently pushes Senga back, in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s direction, and gives Nikaido a pointed look. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll make it up to you, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido promises gruffly, then grunts when Senga wraps arms around him instead and Tamamori and Miyata snicker from across the room.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
When Senga turns his phone back on at the end of the school day, he has a mail waiting for him. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s from Nikaido, and it tells Senga, rather than asking him, that he is to get on the train to Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house and that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spending the night. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all set up, the mail says, and Senga doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to bother calling, he should just show up.<\/p>\n
Amused, Senga calls Nikaido anyway, and asks whether Nikaido has bothered to tell Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother about this during all his grand scheming. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153My mom called your mom this morning,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says smugly, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153but I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell you any more until you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re here or it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll ruin the surprise, so I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m hanging up now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
And he does hang up on Senga, but Senga just laughs some more as he catches up with a group of friends heading towards the station, because Nikaido can be so serious about his little plans sometimes. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s more than a little adorable. <\/p>\n
Senga whiles away the long train ride to Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s station, made even longer by a delayed train, with cell phone games and the occasional mail to friends from the jimusho. Tamamori asks how much \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcmaking up for it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Senga is actually going to demand, and Tsuka reminds Senga not to get too energetic because they have Butoukan practice tomorrow. <\/p>\n
A whole Countdown\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s worth,<\/i> Senga replies to Tamamori, adding a string of cat faces, and then to Tsuka, It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only A.B.C. who seems to think energetic has to equal acrobatic.<\/i><\/p>\n
When his train finally does arrive and Senga hops out, he finds Nikaido lurking just beyond the turnstile, waiting for him and looking half-frozen. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you tell me you were coming!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga scolds. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I would have called you when I got close!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is Japan!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido snaps in reply, hands buried in his armpits. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Everything\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s supposed to be on time!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d But his expression at least thaws a little when Senga peels the glove off his right hand to stick it on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, and then takes his now bare hand to grab Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bare left hand and jams both of them in the pocket of his coat. Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers are so cold they make Senga wince, but he curls his own warmer fingers through them, and by the time they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re out on the sidewalk, walking shoulder to shoulder, he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell the difference between their temperatures. <\/p>\n
They both heave a sign of relief when they stumble into the warmth of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re so occupied at first with stripping off their coats and shoes, with warming up, that it takes Senga a couple minutes to realize that their shoes are the only ones in the genkan. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga pokes Nikaido in the shoulder, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153where\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s your family?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the surprise,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says with a grin. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153My parents are at my grandmother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s to help her move some furniture, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s really too far to go and come back so they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re spending the night. So I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m staying here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga blinks as Nikaido continues. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153To watch the house.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga blinks again. Nikaido sighs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Aaaaall alone.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But you hate to be\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d comprehension finally dawns on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oooooh<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grin is really more like a leer now that Senga is looking properly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So my mother called your mother and asked if you would spend the night to keep me company.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153My mother does have a soft spot for complete weenies,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga agreed, making Nikaido scowl and punch him in the shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got all night? Alone?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Uh-huh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido answers, and now Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s leer matches his. Nikaido pushes Senga back against the wall, pins his wrists against it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I told you I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d make it up to you that I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t spend the night after Countdown.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s expression softens. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not mad at you about that. I know it isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t your fault.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says quickly, but Senga can still see the tension leave Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders. One of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands releases Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrist and comes up to stroke his thumb along Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheek. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I still don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re upset.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nika\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga starts, feeling warm all over, but Nikaido cuts him off with a kiss. Senga gives in easily, opening his mouth under Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and going limp against the wall as Nikaido presses in closer. Nikaido lets go of Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other wrist as well, sliding his hand up under Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s uniform jacket. His fingers are still chilled, and Senga whines as he feels them through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. <\/p>\n
Nikaido breaks the kiss, pulling away just far enough to meet Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes. Senga feels dazed, and is having a hard time watching Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes rather than his mouth, which is slick and pink. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Want to order dinner?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido asks. He tightens his grip on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist, making his breath hitch. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Or want to get right to the part where I make all the wrongs of the world up to you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga answers, partially because he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t concentrate enough to say something clever back, but also so that he can see heat flare in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes at his plain statement. Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t disappoint. <\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin is smooth and hot, and Senga can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get enough of running his hands over it when they are curled up together on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed, their clothes in a heap on his floor. Senga will be annoyed when he has to wear a wrinkled uniform back to school tomorrow, and probably take more than a little teasing about it from Yamamoto, but for now it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s about the farthest thing from his mind as Nikaido arches up against his palms. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Would you please<\/i> stop teasing!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido begs, fingers twisted tight in his sheets. Senga is sitting on his waist, pinning him and keeping him from putting up much of a fight as Senga slides his fingers over Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest, exploring it slowly and lingering any place he finds something interesting. Like Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nipples, for instance. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hm?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga thumbs the rough point of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nipple again, making Nikaido give a squawk. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I never get to see you. We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re always in a hurry, so I want to take my time!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We have all night<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido groans, eyes squeezing shut as Senga traces a fingernail over his bottom rib. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck, Senga<\/i>!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga hums, pleased at the desperation in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice, and scootches back just far enough that Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, already flushed and pulling up towards his stomach, brushes against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ass from time to time as he struggles. Not near hard enough to give him any relief, but enough to make him let go of the sheets and grab for Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips instead. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me you want me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga orders, making Nikaido snap open his eyes and regard Senga warily. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obvious, but Senga grins anyway. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me how you want me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga continues. Heat and embarrassment war on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face for a second, but heat wins when Senga edges back just a touch more. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you underneath me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says, cheeks turning pink, but he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look away from Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s keen gaze. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153On your knees as first, but then on your back because,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido struggles to finish, but Senga tilts his head and makes a very interested noise, and Nikaido manages, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153because I want to see your face when you come.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Senga wriggles in pleasure at Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s words, wishing that Nikaido would say stuff like that out loud all the time instead of just when Senga forces him. They\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll have to work on it, he supposes, but for now there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s only one more thing he wants to hear. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me you love me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says, and Nikaido freezes underneath Senga, his face turning from pink to bright red. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Senga!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he snaps, obviously having thought they were done with this game and not pleased about this last twist. He turns his face away from Senga to glare at the wall.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga orders again, voice firm. Nikaido sighs angrily, and for a second Senga thinks he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do it, but then Nikaido does turn his face back up to meet Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes, fingers tightening even more on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I love you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says, voice gruff. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, me too,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sega replies, delighted, and drops his weight onto Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest to squeeze him tight. He finds Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth with his own for a hot, fierce kiss, and the stiffness bleeds out of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body as his hands slide up, hot against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lower back. <\/p>\n
Senga gasps into Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth when Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands slide even lower, palming the curve of Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ass. He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fight at all when Nikaido rolls them over, and when Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weight is heavy and comforting over top of him, Senga spreads his legs so that Nikaido settles naturally in between his thighs, like he belongs there. <\/p>\n
Nikaido tears his mouth away from Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s and presses his cheek against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s to collect himself a moment, breath rough against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ear. Senga curls arms tight around Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck and his legs around Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist, pushing up against him.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido growls, the dark thrill of it tripping up Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spine. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you tell me how you<\/i> want it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hard,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga answers immediately and without a trace of shame, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153and right now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido growls again, shuddering at Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s words, and Senga keeps talking as Nikaido starts easing a finger inside him, just to feel Nikaido do it again. While Nikaido works a second and a third finger inside, Senga tells him exactly how deep and thick and hot he wants him, and how if Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hurry up about it, Senga might just flip him over and use his mouth instead. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Or,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga whispers, voice low with the danger of this suggestion, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153maybe I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll show you what it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s like when you do it to me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Senga Kento,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido yanks his hand free and shoves Senga down flat on his back, fingers digging into Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t shut the hell up, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to lose it right now. Do you want to get fucked or don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga answers immediately, pliant under Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands, not submissive but more than willing. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I really, really want you to fuck me, Nika.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Nikaido gives a harsh, breathless laugh that says he knows that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just got exactly what he asked for, and it makes Senga grin even as a shiver of want works its way throughout his whole body at how dark Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes are, pupils wide. <\/p>\n
Senga lifts his hips to help Nikaido push inside him, gasping and whining at how big Nikaido still feels at first no matter how often they do this. He closes his eyes against the sting of tears and wraps his arms tight around Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, squeezes until Nikaido can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be any further inside him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ken-chan,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido breathes, voice full of wonder no matter how often they do this. Senga rolls his hips in response, needing a minute to adjust but not wanting one, and Nikaido scrabbles for a grip on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hips as Senga gets his feet planted and moves against Nikaido more seriously. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dammit, slow down, idiot!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says, voice pitched high, the rub of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach not enough against his own cock, but unwilling to let go of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck to get a hand between them either. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is why you have to start on your knees,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says in exasperation, pushing Senga down again, but this time leaving his hands planted on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest to hold him still while he pulls out. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Over! And don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t argue!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The command in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice sends a different kind of shiver through Senga, and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obeying before he can really think about it. Before he has a chance to think anything really, Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already warm and heavy draped over his back, easing back inside Senga, but without having to fight past the initial resistance this time. Senga fists the sheets and moans shamelessly. <\/p>\n
He tries to thrust backwards, but Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already got his hips in an iron grip, forcing him to stay still while Nikaido thrusts at his own pace. Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rhythm is steady but sharp, making Senga ache for more. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s close to where Senga wants him, having learned the angle from experience, and all it takes is Senga spreading his knees just a little more before Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s next thrust nails the perfect spot, driving all the air out of Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lungs.<\/p>\n
The thrust after that sends Senga to his elbows, putting him in no better position to reach his own cock than he had been before. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re completely useless,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says as he reaches around, but the words are tight with pleasure and affection, and even if Senga was going to get angry about it, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s forgotten as soon as Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand closes around Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock, tight and still slick with lube. <\/p>\n
Nikaido doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t jerk Senga off so much as pound him forward into his fist, but it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make much difference to Senga either way. Senga can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop making thin, greedy noises whenever he can draw in enough breath to do so. If he drops his head he knows he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be able to see his cock in Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fist, but he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t keep his eyes open, and anyway, he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to come yet, wants it to last longer, and concentrates on holding on. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Nikaido who cracks first, and Senga feels a burst of victory underneath the haze of lust as Nikaido pulls out and shoves Senga over onto his back again. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back inside before Senga can even draw a full breath, one hand braced next to Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head to support his weight while the other wraps around Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock. Senga curls a hand around Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bicep as Nikaido strokes him roughly, thrusting back against Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock and up against his hand until Senga comes in a white-hot burst of heat over his stomach. <\/p>\n
Dimly, he feels Nikaido let go of his cock and brace himself on both elbows before really letting go, and Senga does manage to get his eyes open in time to see Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s release, his mouth open, cheeks flushed, shoulders shaking as his back pulls tight, then relaxes as he slumps on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest. <\/p>\n
Senga smoothes the damp curls of hair back from Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face as Nikaido shivers himself out, letting Nikaido hide his face against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck until he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got himself put back together. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido asks after a minute, voice rough. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmhmm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga assures, wrapping a leg around as best he can, so that his heel is resting on Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thigh. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stay right there.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
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\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido says when they are lounging around in the bath, eventually having worked up the energy to get cleaned up, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mad about Countdown any more?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nah.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga shrugs, mellow from the heat of the water and of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s arm around his shoulders. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Besides, Hasshi mailed me during the ride out and asked if I wanted to watch together. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spending the night.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153WHAT?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido demands, sitting up so fast that water sloshes over the edge of the tub, and Senga just laughs until he nearly drowns himself.<\/p>\n
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