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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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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. )