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"Nngh," was all Sendou managed in return. He tried to nip at Aiku's lips with his teeth in retaliation, but Aiku's hands bracketed his face, holding his head in place. Aiku squeezed and his cheeks squished in.

 

Sendou's hands were balled in the front of Aiku's shirt. He thumped Aiku's chest a couple of times. Aiku relented, and Sendou immediately crashed the lower half of his face into his scraggly beard as Aiku laughed. He snaked his arms around Sendou's head instead, close around the ears, triceps resting on Sendou's shoulders, caging him in.

Sendou barely landed three kisses on his actual mouth before Aiku started up again. "Poor Shuto," he said. "In his mid-twenties with no beautiful girlfriend so he's stuck here with me-"

 

"Quit it," Sendou managed, breathing hard. "I'm- I'm on top."

 

"Hell <i>yeah</i> you are," said Aiku, as Sendou shoved him over on the couch. <i>There's my striker.</i>

Sendou's hands were heavy on his collarbones, the full weight of his upper body concentrated down onto the bony heels of his wrists. Aiku didn't mind the discomfort. That was part of what it meant, to have another person there. Aiku moved his hands to Sendou's waist, then wrapped them around his back and pulled him down, 

 

Aiku wondered what ideas would end up in Sendou's head if it were deprived of suggestions that other people put there.