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Kageyama presses the phone to his ear, between his cheek and his shoulder, carrying the empty laundry basket. “There’s no way,” he says into the phone, “I’ll believe that you left this weekend without considering that I’d end up doing your laundry.”<\/p>\n

Kunimi laughs from the other end. “What ever are you talking about?” he asks.<\/p>\n

As much as Kageyama doesn’t want to, he smiles. Kunimi’s picky and doesn’t like sharing sleeping space, but ever since they’d gone from roommates to roommates and this, boyfriend thing, or at least whatever you called it when they’d kiss each other awake or asleep and pick up breakfast for each other (Kageyama for Kunimi more often than otherwise), Kunimi hasn’t denied Kageyama crawling into bed with him and wrapping his arms around his waist, nosing into his shirt.<\/p>\n

He’s missed Kunimi this weekend, but at least they’re here now–or on the phone, at least, with Kageyama marching down to the building laundromat.<\/p>\n

Kageyama says, “You’re evil,” and pushes the door open with the back of his hand, careful not to bump into any of the chairs or tables there.<\/p>\n

He can practically hear Kunimi’s pout on the other end. “That’s mean,” Kunimi says. “I can’t do my laundry from here. If I was around, I would–”<\/p>\n

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Kageyama chuckles. Usually they do laundry together, but that’s mostly Kunimi carrying his stuff up and down and Kageyama doing the rest of the work.<\/p>\n

Kageyama opens up the dryer and starts shoving Kunimi’s clothes into the laundry basket. Kunimi says, “You assume too much of me,” and Kageyama says, “More like not much at all.”<\/p>\n

“Okay, okay, touche,” says Kunimi.<\/p>\n

Kageyama pulls out most of Kunimi’s boxer-briefs, his big t-shirts that he wears to sleep during the winter, the jeans that he always wears and the jeans that he doesn’t wear unless he’s trying to seduce Kageyama that day, because they’d shrunken in the wash about a year ago and make Kunimi’s ass look good. Kageyama grins at them, and almost misses the flash of black that catches on the tail end of the jeans.<\/p>\n

“I don’t remember–” he starts, grabbing for it.<\/p>\n

He stops.<\/p>\n

“You don’t remember?” says Kunimi’s voice on the other end, but it feels much farther away, and not just because he’s over the phone and not in town.<\/p>\n

Because he’s holding a pair of black underwear–lacy<\/em>\u00a0black underwear, that Kageyama has never seen before. They–They can’t be Kunimi’s, and the only people Kageyama can think of while holding these are tall, large chested women, like the ones who live on the floor above them. Kageyama stares, before hesitantly putting them into the laundry basket. Maybe they’re just a stranger’s and had accidentally left them in the dryer. Hopefully.<\/p>\n

“Kageyama?” Kunimi says, and Kageyama’s attention snaps back.<\/p>\n

“Nothing,” he rushes to say, but his cheeks feel warm–out of nervousness or embarrassment, he’s not quite sure which. “I-I have to go, but I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night.”<\/p>\n

“Oh,” is the last thing Kageyama hears, before he hangs up.<\/p>\n

*<\/p>\n

Kageyama fidgets as he paces back and forth. Kunimi is due to come in in less than ten minutes, and Kageyama can\u2019t really broach his\u00a0boyfriend what are we<\/em>\u00a0person with, \u201cSo, are you cheating on me?\u201d because Kunimi is a compulsive liar and that\u2019s not the sort of question one would tell the truth to, anyway. Kageyama twists his fingers together, trying to think of a proper way to broach the subject.<\/p>\n

The lingerie is on his bed, but under his pillow, because he probably shouldn\u2019t bring it up with Kunimi straight away at first, either. Maybe they can get lunch or something, and Kageyama can pretend everything is fine. Maybe Kunimi had meant for him to find it. Maybe\u00a0he<\/em>\u00a0was planning on breaking up with Kageyama when he came back.<\/p>\n

Kageyama stops breathing for a second, and then punches on his chest to choke it out. He\u2019s letting out strangled wheezes when the doorknob twists, twists again when it realizes it\u2019s open, and then Kunimi is pushing himself in, carrying his suitcase in one hand.<\/p>\n

He smiles when he sees Kageyama, though it quickly turns into a frown. \u201cKageyama, are you alright?\u201d he asks, wheeling his bag in.<\/p>\n

Kageyama manages to straighten up. He clears his throat. \u201cYeah, I-I\u2019m fine,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n

He looks Kunimi up and down. The thing is, Kunimi is good-looking\u2014he\u2019d never say that to Kunimi\u2019s face (mostly because Kunimi would never ask.) Kageyama can imagine how women would want to sleep with him all the time. Kageyama isn\u2019t a woman, necessarily, but he understands the feeling. Maybe not\u00a0all<\/em>\u00a0the time, but a significant amount of it.<\/p>\n

He realizes he\u2019s staring when Kunimi turns from where he\u2019s dropped his bag on the ground and stares back. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Kunimi asks.<\/p>\n

Kageyama blinks.<\/p>\n

Then he blurts, \u201cIs she better than me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Better at volleyball: probably not. Better at sex: questionable. Kunimi isn\u2019t very responsive when Kageyama is blowing him, or\u2014or they\u2019re doing other things. But Kunimi isn\u2019t an extremely vocal person in general.<\/p>\n

Kunimi stares at him some more. \u201cBetter than you at what?\u201d he asks. And then, \u201cAnd who is\u00a0she<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe<\/em>, the one, you know,\u201d Kageyama gulps. \u201cThe one you\u2019re sleeping with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kunimi looks lost. \u201cThe only person I\u2019m sleeping with is you,\u201d he says, before, \u201cand I was kind of looking forward to that today.\u201d He smiles a little, walks across the room, takes Kageyama\u2019s hands in his.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s about to kiss him. Kageyama knows. Kunimi is a really good kisser, and he knows it, because he leans in and Kageyama can\u2019t squeeze in a word beforehand because Kunimi\u2019s mouth is on his, and he\u2019s prying gently at Kageyama\u2019s lips. He kisses as languidly as he lives, as softly as he sleeps, licking and moving in rhythm and it\u2019s really distracting when there are a pair of panties under Kageyama\u2019s pillow and he\u2019s already started this hole so he intends to finish it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d he says, and Kunimi captures him in a kiss again. \u201cWait,\u201d Kageyama says, and takes a step back.<\/p>\n

Kunimi frowns. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re making me forget\u2014she<\/em>,\u201d says Kageyama. He holds his head in his hands. This is just a tactic, to get Kageyama to forget what he\u2019d brought up. He refuses to give into it.<\/p>\n

Kunimi snorts. \u201cI really have no idea what you\u2019re talking about,\u201d he says. \u201cNow can we get back to things that make sense, please? I believe I said something about sleeping with you today\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, wait,\u201d says Kageyama. He puts his hand between them. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to distract me from talking about the girl you\u2019re cheating on me with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kunimi blinks.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe,\u201d says Kageyama. The back of his neck is hot in both accusation, but also the prickling fear that\u00a0he\u2019s right, Kunimi did find someone better than me<\/em>.<\/p>\n

He goes to his bed and thrusts his pillow underneath. Out come the pair of black lace panties, and he dangles them in front of Kunimi\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

Kunimi turns red.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee?\u201d Kageyama accuses, though he can\u2019t really look Kunimi in the face with the underwear between them. \u201cYou\u2019re blushing, so you really were\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThose are mine,\u201d Kunimi mumbles.<\/p>\n

Kageyama stops, mind reeling. Between the stitches of the black lace he can see Kunimi staring off to the side, gaze downcast, pink with humiliation. Of course these are Kunimi\u2019s, Kageyama had found them in his laundry\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re not some girl\u2019s, they\u2019re mine,\u201d Kunimi reiterates.<\/p>\n

Then he snatches them from Kageyama\u2019s hands and storms over to his chest of drawers, tearing it open and putting it inside. He\u2019s muttering something, that sounds kind of like, \u201cgod, so embarrassing,\u201d and, \u201cknew you\u2019d never understand,\u201d and, \u201cshit, I\u2019m so stupid,\u201d and Kageyama\u2019s brain is both running too fast and halting because\u2014<\/p>\n

What<\/em>?<\/p>\n

Kunimi wearing\u00a0lace panties<\/em>?<\/p>\n

\u201cI,\u201d says Kageyama, finally. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, really,\u201d Kunimi snaps. His back is turned. His neck is bright red.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre they your size?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kunimi swivels around, the color high on his cheeks, glaring like he thinks Kageyama is mocking him. \u201cAre they my\u2014\u201d he says, but his expression changes when he catches sight of Kageyama\u2019s face. Kageyama is not sure what he looks like. He\u2019s still thinking about Kunimi in lace, lace\u00a0underwear<\/em>, around his milky thighs, straining against his bright red cock\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you kidding?\u201d Kunimi says.<\/p>\n

Kageyama shrugs. \u201cIf they\u2019re not your size, then I\u2019m wondering why they were in your laundry,\u201d he says, though it sounds like another person is speaking. The rest of his brain is elsewhere, in a fantasy land that he hopes terribly will become a reality soon.<\/p>\n

Kunimi turns around, exhales loudly through his nose, then turns back to Kageyama. \u201cYes,\u201d he says, meeting Kageyama\u2019s eyes. \u201cThey are my size.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then, a smirk. \u201cDo you want me to show you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kageyama doesn\u2019t say anything. But Kunimi strips out of his sweatpants (he prefers them because they\u2019re loose and don\u2019t constrict his skin, but Kageyama doesn\u2019t complain because sometimes he\u2019s too lazy to wear underwear underneath) and then out of his boxer briefs, loose cock dangling between his thighs. He takes the lingerie back from where he\u2019d shoved it in his drawer, and slides it on.<\/p>\n

It runs up the pale sheen of his legs, dark against his shin and knee, riding between his plush thighs. He gets the loose band around his waist, black and ragged in thin strips, lace wrapping around the front of his cock.<\/p>\n

Kageyama\u2019s brain shuts off for what feels like a complete minute. The next thing he knows, he\u2019s pushing Kunimi into the side of their bed, kissing his mouth using too much teeth, feeling at the hem of his shirt and hovering above his cock. Kunimi is snickering into his mouth but making no attempt to pull away, soothing Kageyama\u2019s kiss wit his lips, dragging the aggression away. Kageyama reaches between them to run his hands against Kunimi\u2019s hardening cock, straining through the lace panties, a stark contrast to his skin. His red dripping erection pulsing between accents the image, and Kageyama runs his head across the thumb, barely smearing the precome.<\/p>\n

Kunimi whines into his mouth. \u201cKageyama,\u201d he breathes, holding Kageyama\u2019s face between his hands. Kageyama pants through his teeth and looks into Kunimi\u2019s face with heavily lidded eyes. Kunimi\u2019s pupils are blown, all black on black, and\u2014Kageyama kisses him again, taking his hand off Kunimi\u2019s front, rubbing the polyester of his shorts between his thighs.<\/p>\n

Kunimi gasps and it\u2019s probably the loudest sound he\u2019s ever made during sex before. \u201cWhy is this,\u201d Kageyama murmurs, dipping his head to press a kiss at Kunimi\u2019s jaw. \u201cWhy is this new?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you think?\u201d Kunimi is rolling his eyes, Kageyama knows, even though he\u2019s sucking light hickies onto Kunimi\u2019s neck now. \u201cNot everyone is into this sort of thing.”<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone should be,\u201d Kageyama says earnestly, lifting his head up again.<\/p>\n

Kunimi laughs and hits the center of Kageyama\u2019s forehead with the flat of his palm. \u201cAre you going to suck me off or what?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n

Kageyama slides his hands beneath Kunimi\u2019s shirt again, in response. Kunimi\u2019s hips buck up but he encourages him, so Kageyama smooths over the warm skin, clutching the plane of Kunimi\u2019s backside, pinching lightly at the handles. He sinks down to his feet, as Kunimi adjusts himself better against the bed, resting his back there.<\/p>\n

Kageyama fingers through the lace. He hadn\u2019t gotten quite a good look at it before, mostly because he\u2019d imagined them on some girl, Kunimi fucking her through them. Now they\u2019re on Kunimi and Kageyama is going to fuck\u00a0him<\/em>\u00a0through them, and it\u2019s a better picture. Kageyama runs the length of his index and middle finger along the front of the lace, drinking in the sound of Kunimi letting out a low whine from the back of his throat.<\/p>\n

The lace threads through his fingers. Kageyama straightens up on his knees to get to the tip, draws Kunimi\u2019s cockhead into his mouth. Upon the initial contact Kunimi lets out another guttural sound in his throat, hotter than anything Kageyama\u2019s ever heard before. He flicks the lace against the length of his cock, watching as it snaps gently.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrist,\u201d Kunimi says, from the bed.<\/p>\n

Kageyama watches the dark movement as he sucks Kunimi off, the way it shifts with every precise angling, how Kageyama can run his hand across the waistband and barely feel the sheen of Kunimi\u2019s smooth skin underneath. Kunimi\u2019s thighs are tense and buckling, but not moving. Kageyama wraps the lace around and off again, and he can tell that Kunimi likes it, too; his dick twitches with every form of contact, and Kageyama\u2019s is too.<\/p>\n

He wraps his cock with the lace again, licking it through the frazzled patterns. Kunimi whimpers and says, \u201cShit<\/em>,\u201d as Kageyama noses at the tip through the black, wraps his mouth around what he can get of his length, sliding down to Kunimi\u2019s balls. He gets his lips around them, too, licks one more stripe up before thumbing at the head again, and then Kunimi is coming all over his front, white ribbons on his shirt and the little patch of stomach from where his shirt is riding up.<\/p>\n

Kageyama stands up, watching it all. Kunimi pants as he rides his orgasm down, cock twitching as it fits a little better into the underwear, though not perfectly. Kageyama is so painfully hard in his pants he\u2019s not sure how he can see straight, but it must be something about wanting to watch Kunimi, first.<\/p>\n

Kunimi lifts himself up and smirks when he sees the wet spot on Kageyama\u2019s shorts. \u201cOf course,\u201d he says, fond. \u201cYou\u2019re terrible at multitasking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI had other things on my mind,\u201d Kageyama says defensively.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d Kunimi\u2019s grin is smug. \u201cLiked me a bit too much in lace, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot too much,\u201d Kageyama says, but Kunimi lifts himself up to kiss Kageyama on the mouth.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s weird, because Kageyama is never too fond of kissing Kunimi after Kunimi blows him; but Kunimi doesn\u2019t seem to mind his own taste on Kageyama\u2019s lips. He licks himself off and it\u2019s kind of hot, really, because he keeps going until Kageyama can\u2019t taste him anymore, really only\u00a0him<\/em>, his tongue, the inside of his mouth more than anything. He\u2019s warm and lethargic and breaks off from Kageyama\u2019s lips with a small\u00a0pop<\/em>!<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want me to return the favor?\u201d Kunimi asks, watching as Kageyama blinks himself back into reality.<\/p>\n

Kageyama looks at him, then glances down between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWearing your underwear or not?\u201d he asks.<\/p>\n

Kunimi laughs and drags him onto the bed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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