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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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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.

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[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.]

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( 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. )

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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.]

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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. )

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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]

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--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?

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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?

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( 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?

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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.

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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.

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[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.

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( 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 )

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[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.]

SLAMS BACK TO LIFE

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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. )

WELCOME THE FUCK BACK

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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]

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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?

bro we're so good at sex /FISTBUMP

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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.]

bRUH THE BEST BRUH

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( 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...!

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[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?

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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?

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[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. )

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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

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( 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. )