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There's a minute more of silence, and then the unmistakable sound of some idiot taking the stairs two at a time. "Yes, ye~es, I'm coming!" Tajima swoops in and Hana's promptly dangling in the air, uncertain whether to squall protest of this latest addition to her gumline or giggle in delight at Up-High. Doting daddy that he is, Tajima can't help but coo before settling her on his hip.

"It's not in the bag?" he peers, as if Yamamoto's suddenly gone blind. "Huh. Oh-- did you check the dishwasher? I can't remember if I put on a baby cycle today or yesterday..."

[Tajima is always picking her up. Always. In those parenting books Sakaeguchi and Sasagawa got for them both (that they didn't really read and consequently just went off the notes Gokudera and Hanai very begrudgingly made because those two knew they wouldn't read them), it says that picking up one's child all the time isn't good for their development. Especially since Tajima will pick her up for anything. Baby babble when she's supposed to be napping? Pick her up. Eating dinner? Pick her up. Trying to teach her to walk? Fuck that, pick her up.

Yamamoto would try to get Tajima to pick her up less, but...geez, they're both so cute when they're cuddling! Besides, what harm could it actually do?]

Oh- no, I didn't. I just checked the freezer. [Lo and behold, that's where it is. Everything is dry and cool in here too. They should probably empty this when they get back...] Found it!

[He heads back to the livingroom to tuck it into the bag.] Is anybody from your family gonna come to the game?

Edited 2015-05-01 15:48 (UTC)

( At least Tajima leaves her be when she's in her Bonny Bouncer. Then he just takes videos. And forces Hanai to watch them.

He busses a noisy raspberry on Hana's chubby little belly, and then one to Yamamoto's cheek (in case he feels left out). )

I don't think so. Eiji might if he finishes up early, but everyone's got things on.

( Popping Hana into her daddy's arms, Tajima dashes off with no real warning. ) --I got an idea! ( There's some rummaging in the freezer before he returns with two ice pads wrapped into a tea towel. Holy shit, he's so smart. What an awesome dad he is. Hanai never believed in him but Tajima's always known!! Fuck the haters!!

He beams, so proud of himself: ) Now we can keep the ring nice and cold at the game! Pretty good, huh?

( Praise me, honey. )

[yeah remember that time that you guys took a five minute video of hanako gumming a tangerine and put it to "we are the champions" and then made your friends watch it

aaahhh good times.]

Whoa! Tajima, that's such a great idea! You're so innovative!

[and this is one of the main reasons they got married right here. they make a good team. tajima gives off silent cues of what he wants and yamamoto picks up on them, and vice versa. INSTINCTIVELY.]

( THE BEST OF TIMES. )

Hehe~! It's great, right?

( They're both dweebs and that's why this works. Even if their besties are already gone gray and/or bald. )

Okay. Is that everything? Did you find Pooky-Bear?

( And-- look, it's not their fault that the cutest teddy happened to be wearing a non-denominational baseball uniform, right??? )

[totally not their fault.

yamamoto passes hanako over to her dad and by the bored look on her face it's obvious she's pretty used to being handed back and forth. he slings the (baseball themed) bag over his shoulder and hands hanako her (baseball themed> teddy before fitting a (baseball) cap on her head for sun protection.]

Okay! We're totally ready! I'm so excited to see Mihashi and Abe playing together again. [yamamoto slings an arm around tajima's shoulders and shakes he and hanako both.] And you do your best too. We'll be watching!

Yeah!! I can't believe it, it's like a dream...

( It's been years, but Tajima knows it'll be just like settling into an old armchair. Those two never change much, after all, even if they've all grown in difference directions.

He snugs an arm around Yamamoto's waist and drags him bodily towards the garage, practically vibrating with excitement. )

One day we'll have to wrangle a Dream Team match. Do you want leadoff or cleanup?

[Yamamoto smiles and unlocks the car to place the diaper bag in the backseat as Tajima settles Hanako into her carseat.] Haha, wouldn't we both be going after the cleanup position?

But seriously I'd fight you for it.

Edited 2015-05-02 01:40 (UTC)

( They lock eyes and there's the old spark, that familiar thrum from the first time they met (rivals, right from the start). Tajima almost says something heated in return before Hanako burbles. He clicks her into the seat and takes his own place, settling for a more mild: )

Challenge me any day you like, babe! I'm not sleeping on the couch when I wipe the floor with you, though.

( NEVER MIND THAT HIS HUSBAND IS ALSO A PRO-LEVEL PLAYER that is beside the Point entirely. )

[Yamamoto beams at him. That healthy competitiveness is what helps keep the spark in their relationship! Nevermind that when they go jogging in the morning they sometimes end up racing to see who can make it home back first, and nevermind that it makes them both exhausted before work. Nevermind that one time they had a bet at a yakiniku place over who could eat the most and both wound up unable to move for the next two days. Nevermind that they had a contest over...certain things in the bedroom and ended up with a broken door as a result.

Nevermind that. Small prices to pay for a good, healthy, hot-blooded relationship.]

I wouldn't make you do that after you lose, that's just mean. [Yamamoto slides in behind the wheel and throws an arm over the back of his seat to watch the road as he backs out. He pauses to smack a kiss right against Tajima's mouth though, just for good measure.] Anyway, there's some guys in the family who play. I bet between your friends and mine we could get something together for fun during the off season.

Buuut, we probably shouldn't think so far ahead. You've still got four games left in this round, right? You need to focus! [Yamamoto really misses it sometimes. Really misses it. It's why he still goes to the batting cages and why he still practices whenever possible. He wants to play, he does, and he knows the longer he puts off going back the smaller his chances are to be accepted. Baseball isn't a sport for the middle-aged.

But...he's not done yet. Tsuna still needs him. And now with Hanako, maybe he won't get the chance.

He knew all that going into these responsibilities, but it doesn't make it any easier to accept.]

( The only problem with their daily competitions is: do they arm-wrestle or makeout??? Sometimes it's a tough choice. Okay, no it's not.

Tajima sneers (lovingly). )

You talk big for someone who's still lagging behind in the dash!

( And-- he's not trying make Husbando feel bad for having other, more important priorities. Tajima, of all people, understands the fine balance between game and family. But sometimes it is frustrating that Yamamoto gets called away on his secret missions, when all Tajima wants to do is smack balls with him. One way or another. )

We knocked out the second-best seed already, and we've got the Ace Battery back! I can be confident and focused. Who else in the Family plays?? Do you think we could steal Ryohei for, like, a year? I'd love to see him hit a homer.

( Well, he'd probably try and fight the umpire or something, but that'd be hilarious so Tajima doesn't mind... )

[Yamamoto laughs even louder this time, an actual belly-shaking guffaw instead of his usual reactive chuckle as he changes gears and pulls out onto he main roads.] I don't know if you want to... I asked him to play with us for fun one day but he refused to use a bat and just punched the pitches. He hit two home runs though! [yeah they went through the back fence instead of over it but that still counts out of the park is out]

Nah, it's nobody you know. The inner circle's not much into baseball, but some of the guys I have with me [read: under his command] really like it. I think Tsuna did it as a favor, so we'd have something to bond over. They're pretty good too! [And if Gokudera ever found out how much he told Tajima about their organization, he'd come over to their house to personally bury Yamamoto in the background. Oh well. He always takes things way too seriously.

Yamamoto's expression gentles at the edges as he glances over at Tajima before pulling onto the highway.] But I'm glad I get to see you play. It's almost like I'm out there when I see you on the field. [Which is pretty close to "I really love you," without saying it outright. He always saves that for after the game.]

PUNCHED A HOMER. That's amazing. We definitely need to hang out with him more.

( If only Hana didn't have that reaction to their Hana. She was mostly pretty cool, Tajima thought.

He's not entirely sure how this whole hierarchy works out, but in Tajima's head Tsuna is basically the Koushien, and then the Guardians are the team captains, and they all have their own teams. And he's super proud that his hot-ass husband is so important. Even when it means Yamamoto comes home with blood and bruises and long, telling silences that Tajima isn't allowed to touch. That's okay. He's gotten used to it. )

I'm gonna play until I die, so we'll just have to start a Masters Koushien tournament!

( That's shorthand for "Love you too; always will." They've known each other well right from Day One. )

[Well yeah Yamamoto can agree with that, they definitely need to hang with Ryohei more. He's great and really energetic and has awesome taste in movies (all sports movies).

They have to split ways so Tajima can join up with his team; Yamamoto holds Hanako out for a kiss and she screams when Tajima leaves, but she always does that and Yamamoto has to bounce her around for almost twenty minutes before she's calm enough for him to bring into the stands. And by now he's become an expert at keeping her entertained while the game's going on. Not to mention that today, like many of the other games, his father is attending and his dad loves babysitting her.

So when Tajima's team is trailing by two points in the bottom of the seventh, Yamamoto hands Hanako off to Tsuyoshi and bounds down the steps two at a time over to the chain link fence, grabbing onto it and pressing his face close so he can watch every detail.

Tajima was right. Abe and Mihashi, they're unreal. Their communication is ridiculous. And that Hanai is no slouch either; if he had an eye like Tajima, he'd be unstoppable. That power and accuracy is nuts. But on two outs, when the ump calls a strike on what is clearly a ball -when Tajima is up to bat, of course- and knocks the count out of his favor, Yamamoto howls,] Are you serious?! [from his place up in the stands before he can stop himself.

Ahhh, he always gets in trouble. Oh well.

At least when Tajima's team takes the field he can redeem himself by sticking his fingers between his teeth and whistling loudly. They still have two more at-bats to turn it around. Though he does see one of Tajima's teammates point up where he's at and ask Tajima something, so maybe he should just-

yep wave enthusiastically ok thats not dorky or anything]

( Sometimes Tajima thinks that leaving his family at the entrance is even harder than losing a game.

Even though he loves this game more than life itself, sometimes he can't help but wish that the tables were turned, that he got to watch Takeshi smacking out hit after hit, dandling their baby on his knee, trading jokes and passionate umpire-criticism with Yamamoto-Senior. In a parallel universe their roles are reversed, he's sure; and he's equally sure that he has no regrets. Like he hopes Takeshi doesn't.

He really has regrets against this umpire though, what a dick. It's a matter of professional pride that Tajima's eye is never wrong; he'll happily admit a mistake, but that was way out. Still, at least now he knows where the ump's tendencies lie and he can work within that. It's just frustrating not to be able to do his job.

The left fielder gets his attention and he confirms the tentative suspicion by blowing his husband a kiss and briefly pulling his uniform overshirt open. It's pretty bad form, but how awesome is his undershirt with YUU ♥s TAKESHI in red glitter?!

Hanai's groans are probably audible from the stands, but he's always been a total killjoy. )

[Hanai is probably going to be equally embarrassed because Yamamoto just turns an overjoyed pink and shouts back something about I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and also WE ARE GONNA DO IT LATER because the only thing these two idiots love more than baseball is their family. And embarrassing the shit out of Tajima's teammates.

Tajima hits a double in the ninth inning and then steals home and Yamamoto almost screams himself hoarse, and of course has to say stuff like, "That's my husband, that's Yuu!" to anybody who would listen and run up and down the stands excitedly when the field changes over and Tajima's team now has a one point lead.

And once the last pitch smacks into Abe's glove and it was a shut out, how satisfying, Yamamoto runs up to his father, checks to make sure he's okay with Hanako and then runs over to the entrance to the stands to wait for Tajima while his dad packs up the bag.]

Yoooo, Yuu! You did so great, everybody was awesome!

( They're totally gross and Hanai can suck his-- sweaty glove, for all Tajima cares.

He hasn't even got his shirt on when he runs out (poor beleaguered bestie chasing after him, waving the lacking item with no hope left in his body at all) and wraps arms firmly around Yamamoto's waist, hoisting him - just a little - into the air. )

Wasn't it great?! Mihashi's pitches were all like, wissssh, POW!! and those guys were getting so frustrated when Abe wouldn't let them hit!

( Abe can be a jerk, but he's their jerk, and from his short stints at catching Tajima has nothing but respect for the work he does.

Hanai finally foists the shirt off on him with some rant about 'public decency' and Tajima pulls it over his head as an afterthought. )

Hey, we were talking about going out for a post-game drink and something to eat, what do you think?

[Imagine the look on Hanai's face when that explanation of Mihashi's pitches is met with,] I know! And then it was like, shoom, and when you guys were up to bat it was like, chachahchah BAM-! [there's two

there's two of them

Tajima picking him up makes Yamamoto bark out a surprised laugh and he rests his arms atop Tajima's shoulders, linking his hands behind his head and reveling in how warm his skin is. And sweaty. But hey, Yamamoto is a sportsman and he's used to it and honestly he finds it pretty hot.] But wow, you weren't kidding about Abe. What a mean catcher! I mean that's good, but- haha! You wouldn't expect it looking at Mihashi!

[Hanai, still red-faced but having long since worked up the courage to interrupt them when they're like this, greets Yamamoto before finally shoving a shirt at Tajima and lecturing him on appearing professional and not running around like some kind of streaker.]

Oh- [He glances back toward the entrance to the stands.] Y'know, maybe it should just be you with your team. Hanako's getting tired anyway, I should get her home... [Not that Yamamoto wouldn't love to go; it's that he'd love to go too much, mostly. Being around a team that's just won an important game kind of gives off a particular type of high that only people who play baseball would get, and Yamamoto knows that as much as he'd enjoy himself, it'd probably also be bittersweet.

Besides, it's a team victory. The team should celebrate together without interference.]

But don't eat too much, I definitely wanna do it later.

( Tajima regards him steadily for a moment, then glances back at the rest of the team as they file out. )

Give me five minutes. I'll meet you at the car, 'kay?

( As nice as it would have been to catch up with old friends-- really, he could do that any time. There'd be other games, other stories to spin, other weeks. With Yamamoto, it's not predictable. He knows deep down that every time his husband heads off 'for work', there's a chance he's not coming home. Tajima doesn't dwell on it very much - it's pointless to worry about something like that - but it sits with him all the same.

He's as good as his word, combining cool-down with a jog to the car. The good thing about friends is that they understand about love and family without you having to say much of anything. )

Hey, good-lookin'!

[Okay, as bad as he feels about stealing Tajima from his team reunion there's something seriously thrilling about that look in his husband's eye when he puts Yamamoto first. He'd never understood it before, how important it was to be someone else's first choice, and then he and Tajima started making out regularly in high school and all of a sudden it made sense.

The corner of Yamamoto's mouth turns up and he nods before dashing off to collect Hanako and wait by the car.

He's not entirely stupid. It's not like it was when he was a kid; and he knows Tajima thinks about it sometimes when he puts on a suit and has to leave for a week or more. Just because they don't talk about it doesn't mean nothing was said. Besides, Yuu had told him right at the start of things getting serious, when Yamamoto explained everything. He'd listened and nodded and then stared him straight in the eye and told him that he'd come home to an empty house before, and he wasn't going to do it again.

Yamamoto didn't ask what he meant by it, but it was the first time they slept in the same bed without the intent of fooling around.

He's got Hanako comfortably strapped in when Tajima jogs up and he grins. Enough serious crap; his star player husband just blew off his team so they could have sex (or, more likely, Tajima read him like a book again and didn't want them to be apart........or both it was probably both actually).

So Yamamoto just goes] Hi![and proceeds to yank Tajima closer and put his tongue in his mouth.]

Mnnf. ( There is absolutely zero protest from Tajima's point of view. He has no compunctions whatsoever about hot'n'heavy makeouts in so public an arena - the gasps of shock-horror are sort of half the fun! He leans up and in, hands gripped encouragingly at Yamamoto's waist (sometimes Tajima considers taking up the sword himself, if this is what it does to a body) and tongue every bit as enthusiastic.

Then he hears the tell-tale thwump of Hana's (baseball) pacifier whacking into the car floor. Blessed child; she's gonna make one hell of a pitcher by Little League. He pulls away, teeth dragging at Yamamoto's lip promisingly. Games days are always extra special. )

C'mon, let's go home and get rid of these pants.

[the teeth scrape thing you bastard

Yamamoto's brain takes half a second to come back online, so by the time he's nodding along like a bobblehead in an earthquake Tajima's already wrenched open the door to replace Hanako's pacifier with one that isn't covered in dirt. Luckily, they have two baseball pacifiers!

And maybe Yamamoto turns up the radio when one of their favorite songs come on so they can belt out along to it (mistake, he'd forgotten Hanako was tired and they ended up waking her up and making her cry). It takes time to calm her down after that and Yamamoto can't stop glancing in the rear view mirror at Hanako's little red face and over at Tajima's and feel his heart swell until it's about to burst.

This is his family. He has his own family and they love him as much as he loves them.

All it takes to put Hanako down to sleep is a quarter of a bottle, which Yamamoto leaves Tajima to do because he always feels deprived after having a game and being separated from her (and having to watch her cry when he leaves them at the gate). He tidies up in the kitchen, finally puts that stuff in the dishwasher away, replenishes the supplies in her diaper bag and debates putting on some rice to steam.

Nah. Later. They're gonna be a little while. But he does slap together a couple sandwiches, because they're both gonna need the energy. He'll also bring Tajima's over on a plate and lean against the doorjamb to the nursery, watching Tajima pace with Hanako on his shoulder as he prepares to lay her down.]

( Tajima's standard naptime song is Mori no Fukuro, and even though sometimes he gets a bit too aggressive on the owl noises it never fails to lull Hanako to sleep. He bops gently around the nursery until he feels her settle into dead weight and her breathing takes on that chuu, chuu quality he's so charmed by. By now he's pretty deft at tucking her in. Coming from a large, fertile clan definitely helps with essential child-rearing skills, that's for sure.

Watching Hana settle into proper sleep, Tajima can't help himself from leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her fat cheek. So cute! What did he do to deserve such adorable offspring?! Truly he was blessed.

Doubly so to be able to turn around and see not only a tasty sandwich but also a tasty hunk of man in the doorway. Wow, he's got such a good life. )

Does this count as a post-game or pre-game snack?

( SEE, IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE THEY'RE TOTALLY GOING TO DO IT. )

Depends how many innings we're going to have, [Yamamoto replies cheerfully, because these nerds definitely talk about how often they're going to get each other off in baseball terms.

Yamamoto's definitely eager to spoil him though. As a reward for skipping drinks to come home.

Tajima doesn't waste time crunching down that sandwich and Yamamoto stares unabashedly; his freckles always get more obvious when he's been out in the sun and Yamamoto loves them. They're cute and right across the bridge of his nose and make that sparkle in his eyes pop.

Yamamoto is usually a pretty patient guy. Generally if the two of them go at it, Yuu makes the first move just because he's more impatient...at least when it comes to sex. But something about today, about how hot Yuu's skin was after the game or how the number on his back stretched across his shoulderblades when he hit that double- Hell, it doesn't matter.

Yamamoto leans over from where they're sitting on the couch, a hand on Yuu's knee as he FINALLY gets a taste of that faint sunburn on his neck.]

Edited 2015-05-05 21:56 (UTC)

I can go another nine, definitely...

( This is a lie. Tajima is wiped the fuck out and fatigue is starting to set in now that he's stopped dashing about. That's not gonna stop him from having a little fun with his husband, though. There's always time for that.

It's hard not to feel the intensity of Yamamoto's gaze on his skin. Hanai might find it hard to credit that Tajima can still blush, but this love is weighty and tangible and leaves him happily flustered more often than not. There's a matching burden to that, of course, but it's nothing he's been unable to carry.

He's licking crumbs from his fingers with satisfaction when Yamamoto kisses him, hungry as if they haven't just eaten, as if they didn't wake up in each other's arms. His crude slurping turns into a whining moan. )

Takeshi, that's cheating.

( This is not a complaint. In fact, he leans into those lips and tilts his head back encouragingly. As fun as it is to be the driving force, sometimes it's nice to be spoiled, too. No; Tajima's not complaining at all. )

Haha! [Yamamoto snorts against Tajima's neck. No time to play around with this one; Tajima's probably tired after a game like that and besides, they're both eager. Plus, Tajima's letting him fawn all over him this time without any argument. He's taking advantage of that while the mood lasts.]

It's totally not. [He scrapes his teeth over his jaw -got you back, punk- and pushes Tajima back onto the couch, moving the plate over to the table- uh, the floor. Okay floor's good, it's carpet anyway it totally won't break falling down there.] It's like stealing third! You're just slacking. [get that shirt off we dont have all day]

Edited 2015-05-10 05:27 (UTC)

--Okay, you got me there. ( Damn, Yamamoto is always so convincing when he talks about baseball rules and stuff.

He continues to definitely not protest, enjoying being the manhandled for once. So what if his t-shirt ends up draped in the crumbs from his sandwich? That's what washing machines are for.

The scrap of Yamamoto's teeth have him shuddering over the edge of delight quite nicely. Tajima's knees find their fit neatly around Yamamoto's waist and his hands do the same in startlingly-soft black hair, hauling him in for a long (and slightly sloppy) kiss. )

So do ya want batting or fielding first?

Mmm, [Yamamoto tilts his head in thought.] You worked hard today already. I'll bat. You can take offense next time. [Yamamoto tugs those legs a little more securely around his waist and backs off enough to reach the drawer in the coffee table where these two fuckers actually did stow lube and condoms for livingroom sexcapades.] Want a rubdown first?

( Look, they'll move the sex stuff once Hana's old enough to open drawers. They've got a while. )

Ooh, ( Tajima perks up, wriggling his hips eagerly, ) a rubdown does sound pretty nice...Have I really been that good?

Oop. [Yamamoto fumbles the lotion before catching it and flicking open the top with his thumbnail.] You were reeeeeally really hot out there today. Haha, I wanted to jump you when I saw you without your shirt on! But y'know, Hanai was there...

[He smacks Tajima's hip and backs off so he can roll onto his stomach and spreads his hands over Tajima's back.] Besides, you get all squirmy when I rub you down. I like it.

Fuck Hanai, he can deal with it. You just go right ahead and jump me any time.

( HANAI CAN'T DEAL WITH IT, PLEASE HAVE SOME COMMON DECENCY.

Tajima smooshes his face happily into a cushion and and wiggles backwards, fitting himself neatly under Yamamoto's hands. ) I do not squirm, ( he denies, absolutely squirming in shudder-y delight, ) It's just that your hands are totally sexy and you're really good at this.

[shit his husband is so frikkin cute]

You can't even see my hands right now. [Yamamoto presses his thumbs against Tajima's spine before working the heels off his palms outward.] They could be totally ugly and you'd never know.

( no his husband is??? )

I don't need to see them right now, I already know what they look like! Especially when they're wrapped around...a bat. ( And then, because Tajima is irrepressible and also terrible: ) Or my dick!

( luv u babe )

[Yamamoto laughs before catching himself and trying to swallow it down. Quiet, quiet, Hanako's sleeping...]

Are you sure? Because last time I used my hands you told me to stop wasting our time and use my mouth already. [Of course, Yamamoto had been teasing and Tajima hadn't been in the mood so maybe that was part of it.

He works at Tajima's shoulders and shoulderblades before slowly moving down to his lower back and then up again.]

Edited 2015-05-14 04:58 (UTC)

We~ll, you know teething-time means less sexy-time. That's not my fault! ( At least game day always tuckers the wee tyke out a little bit.

Tajima sighs happily at the warmth of his hands, unable to quite keep himself from rocking slightly back and forth against Yamamoto's movements. The big knot in his side is painful, but in a good way. Why should he go to a physio when his husband has wonder-fingers? )

Anyway, ( he adds, muffled against the couch, ) I didn't hear you complaining even if we did end up ripping the duvet.

( Again. )

Yeah well, you always pay me back really well. [Yamamoto isn't crazy about sucking dick but he doesn't HATE it and Tajima LOVES it, so it's totally worth it. Especially since Tajima always gets fired up from a good blow job.] And you're so good at it! Like, you get in me and it's like babam and I'm like zow and then it's just like zaa zaa zaa over and over! SO good. [roll over he gonna get your front]

Oh man, right?! We're totally awesome at sex and stuff, babe.

( Obligingly squirming onto his back, Tajima tucks his hands behind his head and smirks. )

But what I really love is riding you. You make the BEST faces, yannow?

Haha, thanks! Yeah, that's also the best! I like looking up at you and stuff, even if looking down at you is just as good. ['Cause that's what he's doing now. Yamamoto rubs his hands up and down Tajima's chest not really in a massage; that ship has sailed.] Ohhhh-kay, I better get started! Hana won't sleep forever.

[Five minutes later with Tajima's dick in his mouth and Tajima's fingers curled in his hair and Tajima's foot kicking against his hip, Yamamoto has to agree with him. They're so good at this sex stuff.]

( It's just as well they found each other, or someone else would have had to put up with these idiots. Who would???

For his part, Tajima is a squirming mess of lewd noises (muffled, because can't wake the baby). The fact that Yamamoto's this willing to suck him off even when it's not his favourite just makes the whole thing hotter. Honestly, his husband is the best. His whole life is the best.

There's teethmarks pressing further and further into his own wrist as Tajima uses it to forcibly strangle a moan. )

Takeshi, I'm gonna blow...!

[Tajima is probably gonna kick him for this, but Yamamoto pulls off of him and holds him still so he doesn't come too early. He probably shouldn't have worked him up so much but he's pretty sure his husband'll pass out if he gets him off now.]

Ahh, sorry, sorry, [he says as he wipes his mouth (ugh spit and precome all over his chin) and resists the urge to press the heel of his hand between his own legs. Tajima muffling himself always sets something off, maybe because it feels secret and it touches on a part of Yamamoto's life that doesn't normally mix with Tajima and- heck, he doesn't know. He doesn't really question it. If it works, it works, and boy does it ever work.]

I'm gonna stretch you out, okay? [Yamamoto warns him to be polite and he's already flicking open the lube, and he doesn't go for Tajima's prostate because he doesn't want to rile him up again and get in trouble. Tajima's not that difficult to get off anyway, he's easy to take care of. Yamamoto's sex drive isn't as high as Tajima so some days he won't even get off and he'll be perfectly happy with that, content to make Tajima squirm and turn red and they've had plenty of discussions about what's fair and what's not. They've gotten to the point where Tajima believes Yamamoto when he says he'll tell Tajima when he wants something and isn't getting it, and Tajima will tell Yamamoto when he starts feeling like things are too one-sided. It's a good system.

But sliding into Tajima feels like coming home (all puns intended) and Yamamoto lets out a slow, trembling breath between his teeth as he bends over his husband, hand gripping the armrest behind Tajima's head.] Oh wow... Geez, Yuu, you're tight. Is- I didn't slack off right, are you okay?

Takesh-- ohhh, shit.

( Luckily for Yamamoto's shoulder, the urge to kick him for being a frickin' tease swiftly turns into an urge to kiss him all over. And then maybe buy him a really nice dinner. Flowers are probably involved at some point.

If he'd ever really put conscious thought into, Tajima would've said that he'd end up with a totally hot babe (which was definitely true) who understood about baseball (also true) and wanted to bang, like, forty times a day. It hadn't really occurred to him that his hot babe would be a dude, but he certainly wasn't complaining. As for the crazy sex drive...well, the jury's still out about Tajima possibly having incubus somewhere in the bloodline, but he's learned to accept that he's a freak of nature. Besides, he's obviously the luckiest guy in the whole world, because he's found someone that'll keep up with him just for the fun of seeing him happy. That's pretty rare.

The sounds he makes when Yamamoto finally, finally fits into him would be embarrassing for anyone with an ounce of shame. Luckily, he's Tajima Yuuichirou, and he doesn't give a shit if his totally bangin' husband hears him mewling on his dick. Tajima takes a brief moment to resettle himself slightly. His hands catch Yamamoto's sides with shaky touch in reassurance. )

I'm so good, Take. You're so good. ( He cranes up for a sloppy smooch. ) Please fuck me? Hard?

[Tajima's insides squeezing down on his cock, Tajima whining as he squirms beneath him, Tajima asking in that deliriously blissed out and breathless voice for Yamamoto to fuck me, please, Take is like something out of Yamamoto's best ever wet dreams, and he fumbles out,] Yeah defiloutely, [and isn't even embarrassed by it because his brain is too sex-stupid because of his ridiculously sexy husband. Who knew them fooling around as second years would turn into this?

Yamamoto grabs a pillow to wedge beneath Tajima's hips and slips a foot down to the floor for stabilization before doing as asked, fucking Tajima hard enough that Tajima has to brace himself against the armrest to keep from sliding up off of Yamamoto's dick.

Usually they chatter during sex, about dumb stuff to make each other laugh or trying to outdo each other with baseball-themed innuendos. Sometimes they get competitive and sometimes Tajima gets raunchy as hell with the dirty talk just to see how red he can get Yamamoto to turn.

Right now though Yamamoto's kind of limited to you okay? That okay? and wow, oh wow, so tight because he's not positive but he's PRETTY sure Tajima might be clenching around him on purpose.

He knows he found a good angle when the long, drawn-out ahhhhhs Tajima's making turn into short, sharp gasps and curses. Tajima's going to come before him, ' cause Yamamoto wound him up and because Tajima loves getting fucked, but it's not a problem. Yamamoto knows Tajima likes getting fucked post-orgasm until he's shivering and desperate and Yamamoto really likes those frantic hums he makes when he's just on the edge of too good and too much.

He does leave Tajima's dick untouched though, going as far as to trap Tajima's hands up above his head and watching in breathless fascination as Tajima's dick jumps against his belly whenever Yamamoto's cock knocks right up against his prostate.]

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( He's well gone now, completely dissolved into desperate noises and twitching limbs. The only reason Tajima hasn't busted his load gleefully is because the longer he lasts, the longer Yamamoto will fuck him. That's something worth losing all cognitive function for.

The only problem with this plan is that Yamamoto knows exactly how to get him off. He's ruthless. Tajima can't even do anything - to help or hinder - because the rat-bastard is keeping him pinned completely to the couch. It's super hot, if he's honest. At any rate, Tajima can't string two syllables together to complain (or congratulate him, or beg for more).

In fact, all he can manage is a drawn-out whine, rising in urgency (if not volume - even at his fucked-silliest his parent senses are always aware of the sleeping baby) until it modulates into sobs and he's coming. Yamamoto's relentless and all-consuming as always; Tajima writhes on his dick desperately. Everything's starting to burn, but he wants more. )

Take, ( he pleads, unashamedly greedy. Yamamoto already knows what he's asking anyway. )

I know, I know I know, [Yamamoto mumbles, prying his hand from around Tajima's wrist to reach between them and stroke Tajima from base to tip. He switches to those deep rolls of his hips that he prefers instead of that snap-quick pace Tajima likes and buries in him deep, jerking him off and dragging his knuckles through the mess on Tajima's stomach.

He can feel his heart pounding against his ribs, can feel his gut tighten up in anticipation but he grits his teeth and fights it off because he wants to watch Tajima just a little longer, just a bit longer because every minute he doesn't come is a minute longer inside Tajima.] Yuu, [Yamamoto breathes,] Are you okay? Too much?

( Tajima can't speak to reassure him, breath still coming erratically, but he shakes his head furiously and swells his hips into Yamamoto's pace as best as he can manage in this state. Times like this he half-wishes he was a girl - being able to come again and again would be so good - but it's probably for the best. They'd never get anything done.

(Well. Except each other.)

He switches his hold to Yamamoto's shoulders and grips tight. He won't mind Tajima giving him bruises, not for this. )

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babe you already did

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