Sometimes reunions are just close. Other times, it's Kaito and Noritoshi during the seventh inning of the Goodwill Event baseball game.
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Ocs in play:
Yusuke Imahara: 18, Kyoto team, Kaito's cousin and romantically into Aoi Todo.
Kaito Gojo: 19, Tokyo team, Yusuke's cousin and Noritoshi's boyfriend.
“It's a surprise to see you play.” Noritoshi commented to Kaito, on the second base at the bottom of the sixth inning, Miwa up to bat. Kaito was the stopper, wearing his Tokyo University baseball uniform with his glasses transitioned to block out the sun. He went without the hat, the fluffy mane of white sticking up like clouds on his head. “After all, you didn't have to.”
“The years are lacking and Kugisaki went down with a sprain.” Kaito commented, watching Yuji for signs to stop Noritoshi from running home. “But it is baseball, you know I would watch.”
“Right, you're more addicted to it than Todo with that pop star.”
A snort from Kaito. “Not true.”
“Really? You sit with your brother-in-law at times, rooting on the Tokyo team every year from what you told me.”
Silence drifted over Kaito, his eyes peered right on Miwa. His hand was in his glove, ready to make a move as Noritoshi talked.
“I thought you told me you were too busy for the Event this year.”
“My schedule lightened up,” the Gojo replied. “I'm just glad it did so I can see you in that sexy uniform.”
Noritoshi blushed at the compliment, tilting his head away as he groaned. His face was bandaged, a majority of it covered in the white bandaging Shoko wrapped him up in. A eye opened at Kaito, narrowing slightly before shutting again.
“Shut up.”
“Why not make me, star player?”
“Are you taunting me?”
“Maybe.”
A moment of silence. Then, “I'll make you be quiet, Gojo Kaito.”
That alone had Kaito blushing, watching Miwa swing her bat as he dived for the ground ball, snagging it in his mitt. He saw Noritoshi out of the corner of his eye step off base, quickly tagging him before throwing a screwball towards Panda. With fumbling and a excited “I GOT IT!”, Panda quickly tagged Miwa out.
“And that is the sixth inning!” Kaito looked towards his brother at home plate, seeing Satoru standing with his hands on his hips with a begrudgingly Noritoshi walking by him. “Better luck next time, Noritoshi.”
“Hmph.” Noritoshi walked for Utahime, hearing her comments as Kaito chuckled softly, pulling the mitt off his hand. He watched his body, seeing how he looked in the dark violet uniform with the black socks leading up into the pants. A thought crossed Kaito’s mind, relieved it's the seventh inning.
He moved for the gate, opening it and closing it behind him. He saw his cousin, Yusuke, talking with Todo before a wave was given towards him. “Kai! Kaito!” Yusuke called out, rushing over to the older cousin. Yusuke and Kaito were only ten days and a year apart, but sometimes it doesn't feel like Kaito is the older one in this situation. “You were pretty good at that uh… baseball thing.”
“Thanks,” Kaito smiled at his cousin. “You know me. I have been playing for years, not to gloat.”
Todo huffed with an eyeroll. “What are you doing over here, anyway?”
“Just looking for a certain Kamo is all.”
“Kamo went to use the restroom.” Yusuke piped up. “Why asking?”
Kaito snickered. “I wanna make sure he isn't butthurt, is all.” He ruffled his cousin’s hair, watching the white hair mix in with the dyed strands get blended more before walking towards the restrooms.
He just countered Noritoshi as he was leaving, his arms snaking around his lips with his lips pressing to his immediately. Noritoshi made a fuss, but gave in, kissing him back. “Mm, Kaito easy.” He pulled off him for a second, staring up at him. “... Kai..”
“No one will see you.” Kaito murmured, moving the duo to the other side of the building. “And it'll be quick, I promise.”
Noritoshi gave a small sound, sighing. Kaito was away for an overseas mission, having just returned the day of the first event. And they barely had time to even talk since the injured Kamo was forced to head to bed by orders of Shoko. And his weakness? Kaito’s baseball uniform. “... I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” He enveloped the Kamo’s lips once more, a hand slipping into the dark trousers. His fingers prodded at his clit in his boxers, Noritoshi letting out a soft moan at the touch.
“Mm..” Noritoshi tilted his neck slightly, a gasp escaping as Kaito’s lips soon pressed down to the exposed skin. The other hand lowered the black turtleneck, continuing to kiss. “K-Kai we have to be q-quick-”
“I know.” Kaito pressed his his fingers up into his folds, letting the fabric between them keep being a barricade. Noritoshi whimpered, grinding himself into his fingers, biting his lower lip. “Desperate already?”
“Damn you!”
Kaito chuckled as the other hand moved from the turtleneck, heading for the fly of his white trousers. He stopped rubbing Noritoshi, quickly undoing the belt and the button. Noritoshi watched with a desire, his hands replicating Kaito’s as he slid the dark blue down his thighs with his underwear.
Kaito chuckled, pulling Noritoshi up into his arms. He pushed Noritoshi up against the wall carefully, trying not to hurt him. “Sorry this is undesirable.”
“Just be quiet already, Kaito,” he hushed him. He felt the tip of his boyfriend brush against his clit, covering his mouth to sustain a moan.
“I have to apologize, I didn't bring condoms-”
“Oh so now you say it?” Noritoshi didn't care at that moment, the heat between the two growing more and more rapidly. He couldn't even remember why Kaito was a bit upset with him, neither could Kaito. Black gloved-fingerless hands gripped his thighs, slowly pushing between his folds and into his entrance.
“Fuck-” “God dammit-” Both moaned in unison, Noritoshi staring right at Kaito with passion. Kaito wished he could make this long, he really could, but the seventh inning stretch can only go for so long. His hand pushed on the back of Kaito's head, pulling him into a long kiss as the Gojo slowly thrusted into him.
He was gaining momentum as the duo kissed, slight moans escaping their lips. The kissing grew hungrier and more for desire than to keep silent, Kaito going a bit faster. The warmth and the slickness of Noritoshi’s walls was perfect for him, but that desire of being away for a time was eating at him. He craved Noritoshi.
“Mm…” Noritoshi moaned with each thrust, gasping softly. “Fuck- Kaito, please. Go faster…” he was begging him. The time with Kaito gone was tiring, missing his boyfriend more and more each day. Fingers entrapped white spikes, his hand running into his undercut. “Please, please…”
Kaito grunted in return, moving a bit faster to comply with his desires. He wanted this to last, not wanting Noritoshi to feel like a cheap whore for sex when he wasn't. He highly respected his boyfriend, he highly respected his intellect and his personality. He highly respects him as a whole, continuing to respect his wishes in the passionate rumbling.
“Yes, yes. Oh, fuck..!” Noritoshi was struggling to stay quiet, his legs soon being brought over Kaito’s shoulders as he pushed deeper into him. “Oooh…!”
The moans and the hair touching sent Kaito into an overdrive, practically slamming up into him. The squeezing of his cock, the warmth as he slammed right into the g-spot. The cry that emitted from Noritoshi's lips at that.
“Fuck… god dammit!” Kaito was growing rougher with the thrusts, his baseball pants falling down his legs as he continued with his erratic thrusts. He kept in a timely manner, hearing Noritoshi whimpering and whining as he kept up. The throbbing soon followed, Kaito's blue eyes widening as he felt it convulse against his partner’s walls.
Kaito dug his nails into his thighs, pushing him against the wall as panting was following suit. Sweat clamped his hair to his forehead, Noritoshi pulling Kaito into a sloppy kiss. “Good boy,” he praised him between their lips. “Such a good boy.”
It sent Kaito into a moment, losing himself as he didn't give any warning for the orgasm that escaped him. Noritoshi's eye widened, arching his back as he came with him, his fingers clinging to the jersey.
Both were panting and sweaty, Noritoshi’s legs shaking with his pants at his ankles now, still propped over his shoulders. Kaito realized what he did, panic crossing his face.
“Shit- Noritoshi I am so sorry-”
“Please, don't be.” Noritoshi managed to croak out. He felt the warmth, the twitching of Kaito’s shaft between his walls and the movement of its leave. A pathetic whine left his lips when he saw it back in the open, then felt the warmth of his cum dripping out. Kaito watched, slowly putting Noritoshi against the wall to help him keep his stance.
“... I will buy you a Plan B.”
“I'm not even ovulating, Kaito.” Noritoshi rolled his eyes, but was appreciative of Kaito’s help with holding him up. He grabbed his pants, pulling them back up as he fixed himself before resting against the wall. Kaito followed with him, pushing his now softening dick back into his boxers and his pants, sitting beside Noritoshi. “I wasn't expecting that.”
“Neither was I.” Kaito admitted, looking at him. “We should get back. The stretch is almost over.”
“I feel like it is over.”
A chuckle left Kaito's lips, being silenced by Noritoshi. “Hmph. I do love you, Kaito Gojo.”
“Aw, I'm glad you do after that mess I left you in.” Kaito snorted, watching Noritoshi shakily get to his feet. “Are you still in the game?”
“I must be, considering we don't even have Mechamaru fill in for me.”
“Just say you feel too much pain to continue playing.” Kaito grinned, getting up with him. “You go back before I do, so no one thinks we hooked up.”
An eyeroll but a nod. “Alright. See you on the field?”
