"Are you with me, Tobio? I'm almost finished," Kei says, threading his fingers through Tobio's hair.
Tobio nods, he shifts slightly to rest his cheek on Kei's thigh, careful to not allow Kei's half-hard cock to slip from his mouth. He's been by Kei's feet for the last twenty minutes or so, focusing only on the weight of Kei's cock on his tongue as the tension drains from him, his body becoming loose, shoulders slack, eyebrows relaxed and his eyes flutter shut. It's not often they do this – letting Tobio warm Kei's cock – they usually don't have the patience, not when they're in a frenzy most of the time.
It's nearing the new volleyball season, and Tobio's been a bit more stressed lately. Practice has been long, and demanding, not that Tobio is complaining, but the Adlers got a new member, and Tobio has been having a difficult time syncing up with him. He tried every possible option and yet, it makes him feel mad and frustrated. He has yet to figure out what he needs to do, what the new member needs to do, so instead of spending his rare weekend off stewing in frustration in Tokyo, he calls Kei and took the next train to Sendai.
When Kei picks him up, Tobio collapses into his arms, and Kei immediately knew what Tobio needed. So, instead of immediately jumping on each other the second Kei got Tobio into his apartment, the blond simply brings Tobio into his bedroom. And here he is now, lax along Kei's legs, his mind pleasantly empty, only focusing on his task at hand. Tobio listens to the soft sounds Kei makes, the calming tapping of the keyboard as he works.
Tobio allows himself to relax further, he finds his eyelids growing heavy, he's – drowsy, and not because he is bored or anything! It's just, just that it has been so long since Tobio truly allowed himself to unwind.
Tobio likes this – just sitting, in Kei's personal space, feeling Kei's warmth, with the added bonus of having Kei's cock in his mouth. There's just something so serene about it, almost special, a thing they indulge in when the world becomes too overwhelming.
When Tobio asked earlier if it won't be distracting for him, Kei replied quickly.
"How could it be distracting?" Kei reaches for Tobio's hand, pulling him in close to press a kiss to his cheek. "If anything, you're making this project I'm doing a little bit more bearable."
"Only a little bit?" Tobio pouts petulantly, and Kei rolls his eyes. "If you get an A, I think I deserve some credit, maybe an acknowledgment too."
"Ah yes, I'll definitely put at the beginning of my write-up 'For Tobio, who warmed my cock so nicely'," Kei shoots Tobio an unimpressed look.
"You're so vulgar, Kei." Tobio flushes a pretty pink, ignoring Kei's 'not like you're any better.'
Tobio doesn't know how much more time has passed, Kei is still typing away on his laptop, he occasionally brings his hand down to run through Tobio's hair, playing with the silky strands between his fingers. He finds himself dozing away now, the calmness surrounding him lulling Tobio away, he has never felt this relaxed in the longest while. But, before Tobio can go fully unconscious, Kei taps his cheek, and then, grabs a handful of Tobio's hair.
"Are you ready, King?" Kei asks, looking down at Tobio, his eyes dark, and face flushed.
Tobio nods, eagerly. Another thing they don't get to do often is Tobio letting Kei fuck his mouth, mainly because, well, Tobio can't speak for a few days after Kei's done with him. And that will be disastrous for practice, it has happened already, and Tobio will very much like to forget that.
Kei is just as eager, pulling Tobio off his cock just to slam back in, making Tobio choke around him for a split second before he wills his throat to go lax. Tobio finds himself growing hard as Kei has his way with him, fucking his mouth in earnest, he always likes it when Kei gets rough. Tobio immediately swallows around Kei once his cock hits the back of Tobio's throat, and Kei just pushes in deeper. Tobio can feel the drool leaking out of his mouth as Kei holds Tobio's head down, keeping Kei pressed deep in his throat, and then pulling Tobio off with an obscene squelch, only to immediately push himself back into Tobio's waiting mouth.
Tobio moans lowly, he can feel the tears forming, there's a pleasant ache where Kei is pulling his hair, he digs his nails into Kei's thighs, steadying himself as Kei's thrusts grow stronger, faster. He can tell Kei is getting close.
It doesn't take much longer, not when Tobio makes sure to constrict and relax his throat, Kei thrusts a few more times before he cums, a broken 'King' leaving him as his cum spills down Tobio's throat. The tears spill freely from Tobio's eyes as he swallows the warm liquid, and he looks up at Kei with wet eyes. He is panting harshly, the grip on Tobio's hair is loosened, and Kei looks far less tense now, they both helped each other out.
They don't make any effort to move as yet, Tobio is still on the floor, mouth still around Kei's softening cock, lapping up any remaining cum. Kei then guides Tobio off his dick, and Tobio gasps quietly.
"You were so good, King," Kei praises, and Tobio preens. "Come here, let me help you."
Kei slides his chair further back, pulling Tobio up and into his lap. It's a bit awkward, there really aren't any genuinely comfortable positions but Tobio really doesn't care, not when Kei has his fingers wrapped around Tobio's cock, smearing his precum all over before Kei begins stroking him.
It doesn't take long to push Tobio over the edge, he cums with a soft cry, spilling all over Kei's hand, he's breathing harshly, and Kei's other hand rests on Tobio's waist to steady him. Kei wipes his messy hand on Tobio's thigh, making him glare at the blond.
Kei doesn't say anything, opting to pull Tobio down for a kiss, not minding that he can still taste himself on Tobio's lips.
"Kei – Kei," Tobio gasps, his voice already sounding scratchy. "Bed."
Kei nods, letting Tobio stand, he keeps his hand on Tobio's waist because Tobio's legs are still shaky, and they head over to Kei's bed.
Kei pulls Tobio into his arms, their limbs already tangling together.
"Better now?" Kei looks at him, his voice soft.
Tobio nods against Kei's chest, he feels his eyelids grow heavy again, still, he manages, "And you?"
"Yeah," Kei replies, pressing a kiss atop Tobio's head.
Tobio hums happily at Kei's response before he drifts away, comfortable in Kei's warmth.
fin.
