Chapter 21

Shishido was leaning against the wall by the front doors, watching for him. The look on his face had to be some kind of counterpart to the one he kept objecting to Ohtori giving him; it practically screamed 'You've got about ten seconds to brace yourself, because I am going to ravish you now.'

"That's not fair either," Ohtori murmured breathlessly as he reached his partner. When Shishido cocked his head questioningly, Ohtori gave him a slightly shaky smile and elaborated. "The look on your face."

A slow smirk joined the heated expression. "C'mon Choutarou, let's go. The sooner we get home, the sooner we can stop just looking at each other."

"Yes," Ohtori agreed simply. They walked out together, bags slung over their shoulders and their bodies brushing with every step, building the tension between them higher still.

Neither of them could find much to say on the crowded train to Shishido's station. Anything Ohtori could think of to talk about seemed either completely uninteresting or far too personal for such a public place. The fact that Shishido still looked like he was seconds away from pouncing him didn't help any, and he kept getting distracted from the few conversation attempts he did start.

By the time they finally reached Shishido's apartment building Ohtori was wishing he had jerked off in the shower after all. The electric tension between them was enough to scorch him, and Ohtori was almost shivering with it.

The moment the door of the apartment closed behind them Shishido had Ohtori pressed up against it, kissing him hard and fierce. Ohtori responded with a moan, his eyes closing as he fell into the heat of it. He could only hope that Shishido had been right about his family not being home.

"You didn't take very long in the shower," Shishido observed as he pulled away slightly, panting. "Did you touch yourself, Choutarou?"

So much for that question being too embarrassing to ask. Ohtori's cheeks flushed again, but his eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as he shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice husky. "I wasn't sure if you had and didn't want to if you hadn't. Did you?"

"Thought about it, but there were other people around," Shishido admitted, drawing back and tugging Ohtori away from the door by the hand. "Anyway, why settle for what I've been doing all along when the real thing is waiting for me? C'mon, my family are gone all weekend. Let's go to my room."

They both kicked off their shoes, padding down the hall in their bare feet. Pochi came bounding up to jump on Ohtori and lick at his hands, and he laughed and scratched her ears. He didn't stop to play with her as he usually would have, though; Shishido's expression promised murder and mayhem if they put this off much longer.

Once they were in his room Shishido closed the door, leaving the dog on the other side. She whined a bit, but neither of the boys were in any mood to play with her. Ohtori had honestly expected to be pushed against the door again the moment it was closed, but instead Shishido hesitated, looking at him almost uncertainly.

"Look, Choutarou," the older boy cleared his throat. "I don't want to fuck this up by making assumptions, damn it. I'm sure as hell not going to put the brakes on, but if we're going too fast or I do something you don't want, tell me okay? I can't read your mind, however much it might feel like I can sometimes on the court."

Swallowing, Ohtori nodded. Shishido was all but coming right out and saying that if Ohtori didn't object, they were going to end up having sex today. The thought made Ohtori more than a little nervous. It wasn't that he didn't want to, exactly, but what if he was too sore to play properly tomorrow? The coach wasn't going to forgive them for a poor performance twice in a row.

"What is it?" Shishido had moved closer, and the heat in his eyes had been banked behind a shield of concern. "Choutarou? You look worried. Whatever it is, you have to tell me, okay? I promise I won't get mad or be frustrated or any shit like that. It's no fun for me if you aren't as into it as I am."

"It's just I'm..." Ohtori shook his head, his voice hoarse with nerves. "I don't want to be too stiff to play tomorrow. And I don't want to just rush into this. But," he gave Shishido a helpless look. "If I was willing to do it for Kazuya, then it's stupid for me to tell you I'm not ready." He bit his lip. "So... so it's okay. Whatever you want to do. I want it too, Ryou."

"What?" Surprised, Shishido caught him by the shoulders. "Whoa, hang on a minute. You're not seriously trying to tell me that just because you had sex with Amano, you think you've got no reason to want to wait with me?" When Ohtori just nodded slightly, Shishido smacked him on the side of the head hard enough to sting.

"Dumbass!" the older boy almost snarled, scowling. "Don't be stupid, Choutarou. Fuck, if this was a first date with someone else, would you be hopping into bed with them just because you'd done it before?"

"No, of course not," Ohtori said, frowning. "It's not the same thing. You and I... it's different. This isn't a 'first date'. We're way past that point, and I think maybe we have been since you first asked me to help you train."

"It's exactly the same thing," Shishido retorted. "For such a bright guy you're remarkably dense sometimes Choutarou. It doesn't matter if you've done it before, or how fast you did it with someone else. This is about you and me, nobody else. You don't have to do a damn thing you're not ready for." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did Amano push you into having sex with him?"

"No!" Ohtori denied that firmly, knowing that if Shishido even suspected such a thing was true he'd probably run off to beat the hell out of Ohtori's ex-boyfriend. "No, definitely not. I think maybe I pressured myself into it, but it wasn't his fault."

Reaching out, he tugged his partner into an embrace, burying his face in the still-damp strands of Shishido's hair. "I do want this, Ryou. I want you. I'm just nervous."

"We'll take it slow, then," Shishido assured him, leaning into him. "No sex till you say you're ready, I promise." He turned his head so Ohtori could see his wicked grin. "There's plenty of other things we can have fun doing, I'm sure." He leaned up and captured Ohtori's mouth in another steamy kiss, effectively distracting the younger boy from any further concerns.

Worry about it when you get to that point, he told himself firmly. Hopefully by the time they got that far he'd have gotten worked up enough not to care any more. No matter what Shishido said, it didn't feel right to withhold anything from his partner that he'd given his ex-boyfriend. He'd decided to stop holding back from what they both wanted, and he hadn't intended for there to be any limits or restrictions on that decision.

For now, though, he was perfectly happy to just enjoy himself and not think about it for a while. He kissed Shishido back, teasing with his tongue as he explored to find all of Shishido's most sensitive spots. It didn't take long before he had the older boy shivering against him, hands clenched on Ohtori's shoulders as they pressed tighter together.

"Gods, you're really good at that," Shishido murmured as they finally drew apart to catch their breath. "You're going to make me feel inadequate if you're not careful."

"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you," Ohtori assured him breathlessly. "You're a fast learner." They kissed again, Ohtori's hands coming to Shishido's waist this time to tug at the sides of his shirt, trying to get it untucked from his jeans.

Taking a step back, Shishido tugged Ohtori after him. "Bed," he commanded between quick, hungry kisses. "You're too damn tall, I can't reach you properly."

"Clothes first," Ohtori insisted, resisting the movement. "Or we'll get all tangled up, trust me."

Growling, whether in frustration at the delay or because of the reminder that he wasn't Ohtori's first, Shishido nevertheless stopped trying to pull him over to the bed. "Hurry," was all he said as their hands fumbled with each other's clothes.

It should have been slow, an opportunity to explore each other as each piece of clothing came off. That was how Ohtori had always imagined it, anyway. Reality was nowhere near as patient, however. They'd waited too long, teased each other too much, and now there was only a desperate need to be skin to skin at long last that caused them to tear at fabric and fastenings with muffled curses. In the end, Ohtori discovered, he didn't really care if it matched his fantasy. It was good, that was all that mattered. They could do the slow exploring next time.

Or the time after that, or the time after that... because there was no way Ohtori was letting go of Shishido any time soon. They'd have plenty of time to try everything either of them could think of.

Finally his hands were tracing over the sleek muscles he'd been admiring in the change room with nothing between them and his fingers but Shishido's smooth skin. Still kissing hungrily, Shishido pushed him towards the bed again and this time Ohtori went willingly. Part of him couldn't believe this was really happening at last. The rest of him was just enjoying itself, totally beyond any sort of coherent thought.

Once he had Ohtori half pinned to the mattress Shishido seemed to take hold of himself, slowing the pace a bit despite Ohtori's protesting moan. His hot mouth trailed over the bare skin of Ohtori's chest, tracing the muscles tennis and training had carved on him, teasing him with little licks and nips. "Ryou!" Ohtori exclaimed as his partner bit down on one taut nipple, worrying at it with his teeth.

"Too much?" Shishido asked, lifting up slightly to look at him.

"Not hardly," Ohtori replied, frustrated. "I want to touch you too."

An unholy glee joined the lust in his partner's eyes. "Patience, Choutarou," the older boy murmured, ducking his head and biting again. With a soft cry Ohtori writhed beneath him, arching against him and rubbing up to try to get the friction his body was demanding.

He could feel Shishido's cock hard against his thigh, and he shifted his leg to press against it. That wrung a moan from the older boy, but Ohtori didn't have long to enjoy his victory. Shishido's fingers wrapped around him in return, making his breath catch in his throat as he stroked slowly over the sensitive skin.

Well, two could play at that game. Ohtori slid his hand between them and ran his fingers lightly over Shishido's erection, marvelling at the feel of it. The foreskin slid easily back as he tugged it down, letting him rub his fingertips against the sensitive head and making Shishido gasp and jerk against him.

"Tease," Shishido growled, but there was no rancour in the word. "You know what teases get, Choutarou?"

"Ravished?" Ohtori hazarded a guess, grinning down at his partner.

"Nope." Shishido sounded just a bit too smug for Ohtori's peace of mind, considering the situation. The younger boy's grin faded as he saw the wicked look on his partner's face. "They get teased back."

Now it was Ohtori's turn to gasp as Shishido shifted down further, moving so his body was cradled between Ohtori's legs and he could reach the younger boy's cock with his mouth. A high-pitched whine escaped Ohtori as he writhed beneath the feel of Shishido's mouth over him, just teasing the tip with lips and tongue. Here again Shishido's inexperience was obvious; he was just a bit hesitant and Ohtori saw him grimace with the taste at first. The expression would have made him laugh if he hadn't been busy panting for air.

"Ryou, you have to... oh gods..." The words he wanted refused to form coherently, and Ohtori's hands fisted in the bedspread. Embarrassing as it was, he was on the edge already. He really should have jerked off in the shower after all, because he wasn't going to last long at this rate. "Stop, please," he pleaded, tossing his head on the pillow.

"You kidding me?" Shishido snorted against him, making him shudder. "I've been dreaming about this since I saw... never mind." To Ohtori's amazement Shishido slowly turned bright red. He would have asked, curious, but Shishido distracted him again by licking at his slit, picking up the salty drops that had already formed there. Ohtori cried out and writhed against him.

"Gods, Ryou, I can't..." Clinging to control with every shred of will he had, Ohtori was reduced almost to begging. "Please..."

Shishido wasn't stopping, though, and finally Ohtori could hold off orgasm no longer. He came hard with a keening cry, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. He felt Shishido try to swallow, and then the other boy came up coughing and sputtering, making Ohtori laugh even through the last spasms.

"Holy fuck does that ever taste bad," Shishido exclaimed, wiping his mouth with one hand and making a disgusted face. "I mean, I'd heard it was bad, but that was awful. How can anyone swallow that?"

"You get used to it," Ohtori snickered. He'd reacted much the same way the first time he'd tasted it. And several times after the first time, as well. Tugging Shishido up, he kissed him firmly to prove that he didn't mind the taste in the least.

Despite how good it had felt Ohtori had to admit to being just a little disappointed. He was surprised to realize how much he had been hoping that Shishido would ignore his earlier words and take him anyway. He had come to learn to enjoy sex with Amano, however much it hurt at first, and he wanted to experience it with Shishido.

He didn't really mind that much if they stopped here, though. He'd return the favour and was more than happy to do so, and they could save the rest for later. Breaking the kiss, Ohtori started to slide down his partner's body.

To his surprise, Shishido stopped him. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" the older boy asked with a glint in his eyes that made Ohtori's breath catch. "I'm not done with you yet. Not after waiting this long."

"But..." Wide-eyed, Ohtori stared at him. Granted, like most teenage males his recovery rate was pretty fast, but surely Shishido wasn't planning to wait that long for his own release? Wouldn't it make more sense for Ohtori to pleasure him now, and then they could both wait until they'd recovered to start again?

"Do you trust me?" Shishido asked, catching his chin and making him look straight into the older boy's eyes.

"Of course," Ohtori answered, bewildered. What did trust have to do with it?

"Good." Satisfied at what he saw in Ohtori's expression, Shishido released him. "We're not done yet, Choutarou, not by a long shot."

Blinking in confusion, Ohtori watched as Shishido shifted off him long enough to stretch across and fumble in his bedside drawer. When the older boy came up with a familiar-looking tube, Ohtori stifled a shocked noise. "I thought you said..."

"I'm not going to take you," Shishido reassured him, nuzzling against the side of his neck. "Not yet, anyway. Not till you're begging me for it. And whether that happens today, or next week, or next year, I don't care."

"Then what...?" Ohtori trailed off, his mind racing over possibilities. Was Shishido offering to let him top? If so, he shouldn't have made Ohtori come a moment ago because there was no way he'd be ready for that until he recovered. And while the thought wasn't entirely unappealing it wasn't what he'd imagined, what he'd wanted for so long.

"Trust me," Shishido repeated, nipping at his collarbone. "Just relax, Choutarou."

Instead of relaxing, Ohtori automatically braced himself as Shishido squeezed some of the slick gel onto his palm. "Relax," Shishido commanded him again. "I'm not gonna hurt you. If it hurts, tell me to stop right away."

"Wha..." The bewildered question turned into a shocked noise as Shishido slid his hand down and rubbed the lube directly onto and around his ass. Well, some small remaining rational part of Ohtori's brain thought, he supposed there was no reason not to apply it there as well, rather than just coating the top's cock with it and lubricating it that way.

Then the shocked noise tailed off in a moan as Shishido slipped one finger inside him, working the lube deeper inside him. Ohtori writhed at the totally unexpected sensation, already half hard again to his own surprise. "Ryou," he choked out, panting for air. Gods it felt good. It was everything he enjoyed about sex, only without the painful stretching. Why hadn't it ever occurred to him and Amano to try this? How had Shishido thought to do it?

"Feels good, huh?" Shishido murmured, his tone husky with amusement and barely-restrained lust. "Told you I wouldn't hurt you." He was sliding his finger slowly in and out, mimicking the motions of sex at an excruciatingly slow pace. Whimpering softly Ohtori arched his hips, mindlessly trying to drive him deeper.

"That's it," Shishido encouraged him, lowering his head to bite at Ohtori's nipples again. The next time he withdrew, it felt like he added a second finger. Something made it feel more full, and stretched Ohtori just the slightest bit. He whimpered again, but it didn't hurt, not yet. The stretching sensation felt odd but not painful, and was more than overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Then Shishido curved his fingers upwards, searching, and Ohtori cried out and shuddered beneath him. "Oh gods..." Apparently that spot inside him that had always driven him wild when Amano moved against it was reachable with your fingers. Almost sobbing, Ohtori arched up again, trying to get more of that amazing, mind-blowing sensation. As good as it felt during sex, it was a million times better when there wasn't any pain to distract him from it.

He was fully hard again already, aching with lust as he writhed against those clever, clever fingers. Vaguely he was aware of Shishido hushing him, stroking Ohtori's hip with his free hand to help calm him. He wanted that hand on his cock, damn it. Though he was fairly certain that if Shishido touched him now, while pressing against that spot inside him, it would be all over for him again. And he doubted he'd get it up as quickly a third time, teenage hormones or not.

When Shishido stopped pressing and returned to stroking slowly inside him, Ohtori started swearing at him incoherently. Laughing, Shishido kept stroking in and out of him, flicking one fingertip up every so often just to see Ohtori choke and writhe again.

This time when Shishido added a finger the burn of the stretch was noticeable, but Ohtori didn't care. It still didn't hurt, not really, and the only thing he could focus on was the way his whole body would spasm every time Shishido fingered that spot inside him.

Belatedly it occurred to him that three fingers must have been forcing him open nearly as wide as Shishido's cock would have. Unlike Amano and Ohtori, the older boy didn't have a musician's long, slender fingers. Why didn't it hurt? Amano had gone this slow sometimes, so it wasn't just a matter of speed.

Lost in the pleasure and his own confused thoughts, Ohtori nearly screamed when Shishido suddenly withdrew his fingers entirely. "Ryou!" he cried out, clutching helplessly at his partner's shoulders. He felt empty and aching inside, his cock was weeping with need, and he'd really been enjoying the thought of coming with Shishido's fingers stroking inside him, giving pleasure but no pain.

"Shh," Shishido hushed him, moving up to kiss him and cradle him gently in his arms. It was nice, but it wasn't anything near what Ohtori wanted, damn it. "It's all right, Choutarou."

"It bloody well is not 'all right'," Ohtori countered, opening his eyes to glare at his partner. Who, he discovered to his further irritation, was smirking at him again. At least this time the smirk was tempered by the blazing need in Shishido's eyes, and the way his whole body was shaking slightly. He was just as badly off as Ohtori was, clearly. Despite the empty feeling that was eating away at his insides, Ohtori smiled at him. "What's wrong, Ryou? Did it turn you on to do that to me?"

"Damn fucking straight it did," Shishido growled, kissing him again fiercely this time. "What do you want, Choutarou? You want me to go back and finish you off like that, and then you can suck me off afterwards?"

"Yes," Ohtori started to agreed almost desperately. Then he shook his head, contradicting himself. "No. I..." Almost hesitantly he reached for Shishido's cock, making the older boy gasp and shudder against him as he wrapped his fingers around it. Shishido was hard, so hard Ohtori could practically feel him throbbing with the same need that pulsed through Ohtori's veins. He had a long, relatively slender cock, and Ohtori didn't think it was much wider than three fingers, especially Shishido's fingers.

"I want... you inside me," he whispered, not quite able to look his partner in the eyes as he said it. He still wasn't completely sure, but he wanted to try. Shishido was no bigger than Amano, at least, so it couldn't possible hurt any worse.

"You sure?" Shishido sounded like he was nearing the breaking point, but he still stopped to ask. "Choutarou, are you really damn sure? Because once I start I don't think I could stop."

"I'm sure," Ohtori said, his voice a little stronger this time. He looked up at Shishido, his eyes determined. "I'm sure," he repeated more firmly. "I want you, Ryou. Do it, please."

"Just..." Shishido's voice cracked, and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as he visibly fought for control. "Just a second."

He reached for the drawer again, to Ohtori's confusion. What else could they possibly need? He blushed again when his partner withdrew a little square foil packet. Oh. Right, that.

"Why?" he asked, confused. "We don't need it, do we?" It wasn't like he could get pregnant. And he'd only ever been with Amano, and they'd both been virgins at the time. As far as he knew Shishido hadn't ever been with anyone else - though he was starting to wonder, given how good he apparently was at this - so they shouldn't be in any danger of disease.

"There's things you can get even if you've never had sex before," Shishido muttered, a blush staining his cheeks as well.

"How do you know all this stuff?" Ohtori couldn't resist asking as Shishido tore open the little packet. Reaching out, Ohtori helped him smooth the condom over Shishido's cock, feeling a little disappointed as the sleek skin was hidden from him by the thin sheath.

Somewhat to his amusement, Shishido's blush grew brighter. "Atobe dragged me home with him last night and gave me like an hour long lecture," he muttered to Ohtori's total shock. "I don't know how the hell he suspected this was going to happen soon, but he said he damn well wasn't going to let me fuck this up too."

Caught between laughter and mortification at the mental image of Atobe lecturing Shishido about how to have sex, Ohtori choked and buried his face in Shishido's shoulder. "He didn't," he protested, body shaking with laughter. "Surely not even Atobe-san... oh gods. He must have known what Jirou-san was planning to say to me. How does he know all this stuff? Or do I not want to ask?"

"Meddling bastards," Shishido complained without any real anger. "He said he got it from research off the net, mostly. How he found anything but porn sites I'll never know."

"You too?" Ohtori blurted out, then bit his lip against another burst of nervous laughter. He'd tried that after his disastrous first time with Amano, but hadn't been able to find much. The knowledge that Shishido had faced the same problem was amusing; almost as amusing as the thought of their former captain browsing around looking for the same information.

"Let's stop talking about Atobe," Shishido suggested, his eyes darkening as he moved in to kiss Ohtori again. "I've got more interesting things to think about. Like driving you slowly out of your mind."

"You've already done that," Ohtori assured him, his voice going husky again as Shishido pumped his hand over Ohtori's cock briefly. "Gods, Ryou, just take me already. I can't stand it much longer."

"You and me both," Shishido murmured, shifting until he was lying cradled against Ohtori's hips again. Ohtori raised his knees to give him better access, starting to feel nervous again as Shishido's cock rubbed against him. It hadn't felt nearly that big in his hand, but then again maybe that was just his nerves speaking.

"Hey, relax," Shishido urged him again. Ohtori tried, but only ended up tensing further because he knew that if he didn't relax it was going to hurt even more.

Shifting, Shishido held himself up on his hands over Ohtori's body, looking up at him. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice carrying the force of an order. Ohtori did and was immediately caught by the intensity in Shishido's eyes. "Good," the older boy murmured. "Now don't look away. Just keep watching me."

They stared at each other for a long moment, and Ohtori was inevitably reminded of the game where he'd accidentally struck Shishido with a Scud Serve. Shishido had done this to calm him then, too, and it had worked well. He blushed as he remembered that he'd wondered at the time what it would be like to have sex while doing this. Apparently he was about to find out.

Slowly their breathing synchronized, fast as it was. Still staring intently down into his eyes, Shishido pressed forward. It felt... odd, like the three fingers had but more so. The stretching was almost painful, but it was nothing like what he was used to feeling. Surprised, he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and relaxed a little more. That helped, and the larger head of Shishido's cock finally slipped inside him.

Now it only felt full, and he made a little noise of surprise. Their height difference was too great for Shishido to be able to kiss him from this position, but the older boy ducked his head and licked at Ohtori's chest, still not breaking his gaze.

Ohtori could feel the effort it was taking for Shishido to restrain himself in the way the older boy was shaking, but he eased himself forward an inch at a time, giving Ohtori more than enough time to adjust. By the time he was all the way inside Ohtori was moaning and squirming beneath him, trying to urge him to forget about going slow and just hurry. It didn't hurt, and that meant he got all the exquisite pleasure without the distracting pain. He wanted more, and he wanted it now.

"Ryou!" he gasped when his partner stopped and just rested there for a long moment, panting. "Ryou, gods, you're killing me. Move!"

"If I move right now, that's all you're gonna get," Shishido gritted out through clenched teeth, and the look in his eyes was so hot Ohtori felt scorched all the way through. "Just gimme a second, Choutarou. Hold still damn it!" he added desperately when Ohtori squirmed again.

A sly smile tugged at the corner of Ohtori's mouth. "Why?" he asked in his best innocent tone. "What happens when I move?" He arched up, driving Shishido just a little further into him, and they both gasped.

"Choutarou!" Shishido protested, obviously hanging onto his control by the barest margin. He finally looked away, closing his eyes and fighting with himself to stay still.

"Do it, Ryou," Ohtori murmured, wrapping his arms around the older boy and tugging him close. "I want to feel you. I want you to break me into a million pieces."

"Fuck," Shishido swore, and gave in. He pulled out and thrust home again almost violently, the motion rocking Ohtori back against the pillow until he almost hit the headboard. Still there was no pain, and Ohtori revelled in the force of it.

"More," he begged, tilting his hips up to try to get Shishido to hit that spot inside him again. Groaning, Shishido thrust into him harder, though he refused to speed his pace. He shifted to change his angle as Ohtori tipped his hips up farther, and the younger boy's eyes nearly rolled back into his head in sheer ecstasy as Shishido drilled straight into that amazing place.

"Gods!" he cried out, tossing his head back. The fingers had been good, but this was better. Way, way better. With no pain at all involved, he felt like he really was going to fly apart at the seams if it continued much longer. Yet he had absolutely no desire to stop.

As good as it felt, though, he didn't think he'd be able to come just from this, and it didn't sound like Shishido was going to last much longer. Snaking his hand down between them, Ohtori grasped his own cock and stroked it in time to Shishido's thrusts. He thought it would have felt even better if Shishido were the one touching him, but he could tell by the way the older boy's arms were shaking that it was all he could do to hold himself up as it was. That was fine; if it had been any better Ohtori seriously thought he might have had a heart attack.

It didn't take more than a few strokes before the familiar tightening feeling swept over him, like everything in his body was winding up for this one last moment. With a shout that made him glad they were alone in the apartment, the tension finally snapped and Ohtori came hard all over his hand and stomach.

"Choutarou," Shishido gasped like it was his dying prayer, and opened his eyes to stare into Ohtori's again. He was still moving through the spasms of Ohtori's body, his thrusts growing frantic and increasingly unsteady. The fire in his eyes turned the irises into glittering sapphires, and Ohtori stared back at him utterly entranced. Here was the connection he'd always thought sex should create, the feeling that they were one being in two not-very-separate bodies. He cried out again as Shishido tensed and shuddered against him, spilling his seed and collapsing against Ohtori's chest.

From somewhere Ohtori summoned the energy to wrap his arms around his partner, rubbing gently at the twitching muscles of his back. He could feel Shishido's hot breath gusting over his throat in ragged pants, and the older boy was still shivering as the aftershocks wore off.

"I love you." For a long moment Ohtori wasn't even sure which of them had said the words. He wasn't sure it really mattered. The reverent whisper encompassed everything they'd been through, everything they were feeling right now, and everything they ever might be to each other. It was so different from, and so far beyond, the crush he'd had on his partner last year that it couldn't even begin to be compared. And it felt utterly, inexplicably right in a way Ohtori couldn't define. Certainly in a way it had never felt with Amano.

In that moment Ohtori knew that as much as he'd cared for his ex-boyfriend, he'd never loved him. Not like this. The realization made him sad, a little, but mostly just grateful that he and Shishido had managed to fix things between them before they'd lost the chance at this.

"Love you too, Choutarou," Shishido replied, turning to nuzzle against Ohtori's shoulder. His voice was full of sleepy satisfaction, like he'd just been given everything he'd ever wanted.

Running the fingers of one hand idly through his partner's - his lover's - hair, Ohtori sighed in utter contentment. For all the pain and heartbreak it had taken to get them to this point, he decided, it was still worth it.

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