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[assassinmvp]

Who: Tajima Yuuichirou and Yamamoto Takeshi
What: BASEBALL DADS
Universe/CR: Aged up Cross-Universe, we just want cute baseball dads ok



"Yuu?" Yamamoto rights Hanako from where she'd tipped over and paws through the diaper bag anew. When Tajima doesn't answer he pokes his head up and raises his voice to be heard upstairs. "Hey, Yuu! Do you know where Hana's teething ring went?" The cute one with the squishy baseball pattern. Like everything else they buy for her.

It's not like they're trying to push baseball onto her or anything. They're not bad fathers. It's just...it's just that everything cute just so happens to be baseball. Some of it's even pink!

Yamamoto straightens and tilts his head back, listening for noise upstairs. Is he in the john? "Tajima!"

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[assassinmvp]

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?

WHAT YEAR IS IT

[masturbatter]

( 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. )