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"...Goshiki, you'll share with Ushijima. Tendou, you're with me. Those are the final room assignments. Did anyone miss theirs?"
Ushijima looked at Tendou with a furrowed brow. As part of their unofficial contract of best-friendship, they usually shared hotel rooms during away games. Tendou just shrugged. Ushijima still seemed confused, but Tendou knew he wouldn't bother asking to switch rooms. For one thing, arguing with Coach was a losing battle ten times out of ten, and for another, Goshiki looked so excited to share a room with his rival-slash-idol that to take this moment away from him might break his sweet little heart.
Besides, Ushijima had a great deal of respect for the coach. He would never in a million years suspect his real motives.
Tendou followed Coach to their room, walking at a few steps' distance, keeping up idle chatter while Tanji remained annoyed and unresponsive.
Then the door shut behind them, and all pretense disappeared.
"So-o-o," Tendou wrapped his arms around Tanji's waist and propped his chin up on his shoulder, "you and me tonight, huh? What could a man like you want with little old me?"
Tanji shook Tendou off to unpack his bag.
"Don't play coy. It doesn't suit you."
"So cruel! That's no way to treat a lover, Tanji."
"I never should've told you to call me that."
The room came with two separate beds-- of course, anything else would be so inappropriate! Tanji laid his things out on one of them, effectively staking his claim. Tendou flopped down onto it, bouncing Tanji's dressing duffle bag onto the floor. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Tendou."
"We're alone right now, can't you call me Satori?"
"Satori. Take the other bed."
Tendou pouted. Tanji was a stubborn, crotchety old man, insistent on keeping up appearances even when no one but Tendou could see him. Well, Tendou had learned a few tricks in the past three years-- he'd break those walls down by the end of the night. For now, he conceded, rolling off of Tanji's mattress.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said, "care to join me?"
"No."
"Fine, fine," Tendou singsonged, brushing off his disappointment. Tanji usually stayed in his own room, so the two of them ending up together was no coincidence. He'd have Tanji where he wanted him soon enough.
Tendou cleaned himself up and prepared as much as he could in the shower. He'd learned his lesson pretty early in first year-- if Tendou didn't want this to hurt, it was his job to handle that. Tanji didn't waste time on things he didn't want to do, so the pain of their first few times together depended entirely on Tanji's mood and whether he felt like toying with Tendou before he fucked him.
So Tendou learned to make it easy.
With three fingers in himself and Tanji's name threatening to spill from his lips, Tendou decided he'd had enough of waiting. He dried off and spent a few minutes arranging his damp hair into a perfect messy-yet-attractive look, and stepped out of the room. He thought about wrapping a towel around his waist, but really, it would just be one more thing in the way.
He found Tanji on his bed with a book in his hands, wearing his dressing gown and-- Tendou's mouth watered-- nothing underneath. He looked up as the bathroom door closed, letting his eyes rove over Tendou's naked body.
"Come here," he said. Finally. Tendou swayed his hips as he walked, fighting the urge to run and leap into Tanji's bed, toss that stupid book aside, and kiss him. It took a lot of control for him to kneel on the foot of the bed and wait for Tanji's command.
Tanji spread his thighs, the fabric of his dressing gown falling aside to reveal his cock, still soft and begging Tendou to coax it to hardness. At Tanji's age, erections took time and effort and didn't always happen in the end. Tendou liked the challenge of it, the artistry of arousing his lover. He spit into his palm, took Tanji's cock in his hand, and stretched out on the bed beside him. Tanji's sighs warmed his whole body from the inside. Tendou loved the sounds of his coach's pleasure, loved knowing he was the one to bring them out. He tried to nuzzle his way in front of Tanji's lips, but the man just grumbled and turned aside. Tendou settled for kissing his neck and shoulders, stroking Tanji's chest with his free hand while the other slid slow and gentle over his shaft.
Old yet far from frail, muscles still toned under delicate skin, surprisingly capable of keeping up with his students' training, Tanji was yet another miracle Tendou had found at Shiratorizawa. His body was miraculous. His skill as a coach was miraculous. And the way he made Tendou feel, when they really got into it and that harsh exterior fell away, Tendou had never felt so treasured in his life. That was the real miracle, the way he'd changed Tendou from a hesitant first year to a man who couldn't get enough of him. He'd made Tendou fall deeply in love with him, whether he meant to or not.
And he still had that fucking book in his hands.
"Tanji," Tendou whispered in his ear, "Tanji, I want you so bad."
"Mm-hm."
Love could hurt like a bitch sometimes.
But Tendou knew Tanji better than anyone, and he knew how to get his attention. He ran his fingertips along Tanji's body as he made his way down between his legs. Delicately, he massaged Tanji's thighs. He loved doing this-- it was nostalgic, in a way. It brought him back to first year, when Tanji had seduced him by offering massages that started with his shoulders and always seemed to end in inappropriate places; of course, eventually he insisted that Tendou repay him in kind, and that was how he'd first ended up between Coach's legs, sneaking nervous glances at his cock. It was hard to believe there was a time before Tendou knew how he tasted, how his fingers and his cock felt inside him; before he learned the reason why Coach smacked him more than the rest of the team, or why they just got slapped in the face while he always got spanked. Those days felt so far away now.
Tanji still held onto his book, but his eyes had shut and his contented sighs came more frequently. Tendou knew exactly how to deal the finishing blow. He took Tanji's soft cock into his mouth and sucked, waiting for Tanji to look back at him so he could bat his lashes and really seal the deal.
"That's good," Tanji said, and Tendou could have squealed with delight. Instead he moaned around Tanji, making his voice a little higher and softer than usual, the innocent and feminine kind of noises he'd made back in first year. As he started to harden in Tendou's mouth, Tanji finally set his book on the nightstand and tangled a hand in Tendou's hair. "Keep going."
Ah, this was paradise, his coach's cock filling his mouth. Tendou wondered if he could tank his classes at the last minute and fail to graduate, if they'd let him stay at Shiratorizawa, if he could be Tanji's favorite plaything for just one more year. Or maybe after graduation, now that Tendou was eighteen and Tanji would no longer be his coach, they could quit sneaking around and be together for real. Maybe instead of hotels and gyms and locker rooms, Tanji would finally take Tendou home and fuck him in his own bed, let Tendou sleep beside him instead of that frumpy old lady he called his wife. Tendou swallowed around Tanji's cock, one hand still rubbing his thigh while the other cupped his balls. Tanji groaned.
Tendou felt a sharp pain in his scalp and before he knew it, he'd been yanked off of Tanji's cock. He didn't have time to protest before Tanji shoved him back down, a wordless command that Tendou followed gladly. He sucked Tanji's balls into his mouth and ran his tongue along the delicate, wrinkled skin. He worked Tanji's cock with his hand-- it was fully hard now, and Tendou ached to feel it inside him. Tanji must have agreed, because he pulled Tendou away again.
"Ride me," he said, a little out of breath.
Tendou slung his leg over Tanji's hips.
"Kiss me first."
"Tendou."
"Come on, please?" Tendou wiggled in his lap, letting Tanji's hardness slide along the cleft of his ass.
"Fine," Tanji groaned. Tendou thought it was cute how he acted all gruff, then pulled Tendou down by the nape of his neck to absolutely ravage his mouth. Either Tanji had some wild stories from his youth, or Tendou wasn't the first player he'd taken a liking to, because the man definitely knew how to kiss. He sucked on Tendou's plump lower lip and let their tongues slide together, one hand fondling Tendou's ass while the other lined the head of his cock up with his rim. Tendou sighed, smiling against his coach's lips.
"Fuck me, Tanji."
And oh, he did.
How did someone his age have so much energy?
Tanji forced his way into Tendou, barely waiting a second before setting a brutal pace.
"Shit, lean back. Let me see you."
Tendou obeyed, sitting up and supporting himself on his hands. He bounced up and down, meeting Tanji's rhythm, while Tanji's cold hands roamed his body.
"Oh, look at this. You've grown up, haven't you?" Tendou's chest swelled with pride as stroked his abs. "So pretty. So young."
Was it silly to blush at being called 'pretty' while you were fully naked with a cock in your ass? Probably. And yet it still made Tendou giggle like a schoolgirl.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, Satori. Such a pretty little boy." Tanji's bony fingers dug into his ass, urging Tendou to ride him faster, harder.
"Ah- Tanji, I'm your favorite, right?"
"Yes, fuck- yes, you are."
"Are you gonna miss me next year?"
"Yeah," Tanji almost chuckled, "gonna miss this. Nobody takes it like you, Satori."
Tendou shifted his weight to one hand so he could stroke his cock with the other. Tanji liked to cum first and then deal with Tendou if he still had the energy. Honestly, Tendou found it a little sweet when his coach rolled over and passed out right after cumming in him; it was flattering to know he'd fucked all the energy out of him. But it left him with nothing but his hand and the soreness in his ass to get off to, so he tried to take care of himself. Tanji must have liked the view, too, because he bit his lip and started fucking Tendou even deeper than before. Between that and a greedy slap on his ass, Tanji had Tendou right on the edge already.
"Mmm, fu-u-uck, Tanji- love you, I love you," he babbled. "Love you so much, my Tanji."
Tanji never said it back, but Tendou didn't really mind. He showed his-- love? Well, he showed that he cared in other ways, like making sure Tendou stretched properly. Or sneaking him extra food when he deemed his lunch to be lacking in nutrition.
Or, like right now, by pulling Tendou's hand away from his cock and replacing it with his own.
It was lucky that Tendou had a hand free to clap over his mouth, or the whole hotel would've heard him screaming as Tanji brought him to his orgasm.
"That's it, that's my boy."
Tendou could've cried. My boy, Tanji had called him, while he made Tendou cum. Was this some kind of reward for something? Had he been playing especially well lately, or had he perhaps saved some orphans from a burning building, to earn this?
Or was it Tanji's way of saying, I love you too?
The rational part of Tendou's brain knew it was wishful thinking. But no one could blame such a lovestruck boy for collapsing onto Tanji's chest, sharing another passionate kiss with him and rolling his hips until his lover finally came inside of him.
Tendou would've been happy to warm Tanji's cock for as long as it took him to get it up again, but he knew Tanji would complain if he did. So he pulled off to lie down by Tanji's side and kissed his wrinkled cheek.
"I love you," he said. Tanji hummed in acknowledgement. He wrapped an arm around Tendou's waist to rest his hand on his ass, then slipped his fingers in to catch the cum leaking down his thighs and push it back inside. So Tanji would never say it back, so what? He cared enough to keep Tendou filled with himself, never letting his body go empty and unclaimed. It was enough.
Tendou was hard again, but he didn't care. He cuddled close to Tanji's side, and his heart was satisfied even if his body wasn't.
Besides, with Tanji's fingers plunging deeper and deeper, his body might end up satisfied after all.
"You've been good to me," Tanji muttered. "Never had a player as willing as you. You're a special one, you know that?"
Tanji brushed Tendou's prostate and pulled him closer, guiding him to rut his cock against the soft dressing gown draped over his hip. Yeah, no need to worry about not finishing. He was on the edge already.
"Feeling- ngh- generous tonight?"
"Maybe I will miss you. I'll miss this tight little hole, anyway."
Tendou giggled.
"You can admit it, you like me, don't you? At least a little."
"Maybe," was all Tanji said. He pressed right against Tendou's prostate and let him hump against his thigh until he shuddered into another climax, another breathless chant of I love you, I love you, IloveyouIloveyouI-
Tendou melted into the mattress as Tanji's lips covered his own. His cock spurted a few more stains on Tanji's robe. After a few kisses, much softer than usual, they pulled apart.
"I don't want to leave you," Tendou said. "Can we still- I mean, after I graduate-"
"We can talk later. Get to sleep, Satori."
With his arms around the man he'd fallen hopelessly in love with, Tendou drifted off, content. He lulled himself to sleep with thoughts of Nationals. They'd need a hotel there for sure, and as long as Shiratorizawa kept playing their best, they might spend a week in the tournament. They had to win the whole thing, Tendou resolved, so he could spend every night like this with Tanji.
Now that would be paradise.