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Meguru has a crush.
This isn't a rare occurrence or anything. He's the type of guy to take a liking to every guy who gives him even the slightest sliver of attention. He's a whore, both in the sense of sex and for attention, and he likes to have fun! Getting rawed by some silly little virgin who's never even seen a real pussy before is fun, what can he say?
The thing about this crush, though, is that it's a little more taboo than his usual crushes. Who is the subject of this mystery crush, you ask? Well…
The Dancer. His coach. Lavinho.
The first thing that Meguru thought about him when he stepped out to greet everyone who chose FC Barcha was, ‘Holy fuck, he's hot.’ He came out shirtless and in these stupid little glasses that somehow looked good on him and this crazy hairstyle, a mishmash of colors in some checked pattern on the shaved sides and longer hair in the middle, like some kind of mullet. Meguru has this intense desire to run his hands through his hair and tug, to drag his hands down and wrap them around his throat, then down to his chest, squeezing his tits as he sucks a mark right on the center of his throat. Lavinho works up a bit of a sweat during his speech, kicking the ball around, and even though Meguru steals the ball from him, he does get a little distracted by thinking about licking a droplet of sweat that trickles down Lavinho’s stomach right up. Tongue trailing through his happy trail, like a pirate following a map to treasure, X marks the spot…
Ahem. Anyway.
It's safe to say that Meguru has a crush on one of the only guys he shouldn't have a crush on. For one thing, he's seventeen, and Lavinho is at least ten years older than him. Lavinho's kind of a weirdo so he probably won't be too put off by that, but that brings Meguru onto his next point; Lavinho won't mind their age gap, but is he even into guys? Yeah, he’s flamboyant as hell, but it’s not really… it’s not the stereotypical type of flamboyancy, and it’s not exactly like Meguru can just ask him if he’s into guys or not.
He has to go about this another way: he's going to tempt Lavinho into looking at him, really looking at him. Not even the straightest of men can resist a sexy little thing bending over in front of them, flaunting themselves, and Meguru is sure of it. Plus, he has his ass and thighs going for him, so he's certain that even if Lavinho's straight, he wouldn't mind experimenting a little bit with a boy toy, right?
With this plan, Meguru sets it into action. Whenever he's near Lavinho, if his other teammates are around, he flirts subtly, standing close to him, looking up at him through his eyelashes with a coy little smile on his face. He buzzes around him like the happy little bee he is, fingertips trailing across his back, digging his nails in just a touch if he's shirtless as he so often is. He can hear the way his coach’s breathing stutters the first time he does that, his amethyst eyes glinting with something that just spells mischief. Meguru responds with his own narrowed eyes, sticking out his tongue as he dances away from him, returning to the field.
He wonders if Lavinho knows just how complementary yellow is to purple.
When he's alone with Lavinho, which ends up happening more and more, Meguru’s bolder. He'll bend down in front of Lavinho for seemingly any reason, subtly peeking to catch him checking out his ass. He'll walk in front of him with a sway to his hips, he'll pop into his bedroom with a thin white t-shirt and no binder and yeah, he doesn't have much to speak of in the way of a chest, but some guys are into small tits, and Lavinho sure is with the way he can't get his eyes off of Meguru's.
“My eyes are up here, Lavinho-chan,” Meguru has said, teasingly, voice low.
“I know,” Lavinho has responded, not looking up and grinning. “Who are you callin’ ‘Lavinho-chan’, you little brat?”
“Oh, just my creepy coach,” Meguru says, reaching out to drag his fingers along his jaw and tips it up before dancing out of reach and out of his room, giggling the whole way.
Lavinho starts to feed into the flirting too, but only when the two of them are alone. Walking in the hallway together, Meguru will be talking about some new dribbling technique he wants to try, and Lavinho will start to steer him around the halls with a hand on the small of his back or the back of his neck, hand big and warm and rough, and Meguru’s mind gets sidetracked, thinking about those fingers inside of his cunt, thinking about how big they’d feel. He’ll stop talking, too trapped in his own thoughts, and Lavinho’s hand will come around, stopping him in his tracks as he tilts Meguru’s head up by his jaw, cupping it in his hand. Lavinho will smirk down at him, thumb rubbing along his bottom lip, and will just wait for Meguru to begin talking again.
Ahh, the allure of an older man… Meguru feels like he’s losing his mind. Now, it almost feels like some kind of game of gay chicken, waiting to see who cracks first. Meguru leans in to whisper something into his ear, Lavinho grabs his ass while talking to him. Meguru drapes his arms around his shoulders from behind him when he's sitting in his swivel chair in front of all his monitors, Lavinho fits a big hand around the back of one of his thighs when he stands in front of him.
So on and so forth.
Meguru is really fucking losing his mind.
Their loss against Bastard München triggers everything. They trudge their way off the field and, to be honest, Meguru isn't all that upset. That game was exhilarating, his blood is still rushing through his veins, and he feels like he's grown even more. He can't wait to get back to training, to hitting the field again, and getting to try out even more.
He can't say the same for his teammates. They're all grumbly and sour pusses, poor losers. Yeah, losing sucks, but maybe they should've pulled their weight a little more if they didn't want to lose! Lavinho's grumbling too, so maybe Meguru is just the weird one for being so ecstatic after a loss. Whatever. He's always the weird one.
Right before entering the locker room, Lavinho catches Meguru's arm, holding him behind. Meguru looks up at him, eyes wide, face still split with a smile. His mind is rushing a mile a minute, flicking through tabs of thoughts without a care in the world, one tab playing music, another tab a thinly veiled virus and, with Lavinho's grip on his elbow, four new tabs opened in incognito mode. Lavinho's sweating, eyes dark, and three more tabs open up. Woof.
“Come to my room after you shower,” he says, voice a growl, and Meguru suppresses a shiver.
He tilts his head up. “What if I say no?”
“You won't,” Lavinho says, voice so confident that Meguru almost wants to say no out of spite, but Lavinho's ego is so tantalizing, so intense, that he can't even dream of it. “You will come to me.”
Meguru looks at him for another moment before he grins, running a hand through his own sweaty hair, getting it out of his face. He pulls at Lavinho's hand, the one he has on his elbow, and it lets go. He lifts it to his mouth, licking up two of his fingers and nibbling on his fingertips. Lavinho's eyes get even darker.
“See you soon, butterfly,” Meguru says, pulling back and into the locker room.
Meguru takes a very quick shower. He's thorough, of course, making sure he's clean and ready. He doesn't know what Lavinho's going to want to do with him, but he leans heavily against the wall in the shower, three fingers pumping in and out of his slick cunt, biting on his own fingers to keep his noises quiet. Thankfully, the chatting of his teammates and the water against the tiles keeps everything hidden. Meguru's open to a locker room orgy another time, but he has plans tonight! He's just trying to make sure he's open enough to take Lavinho's cock. He's seen the impression in his shorts. He's big.
He wants to feel that cock in his mouth, making his mind go blissfully empty, making his jaw ache in a delicious way, tip bumping against the back of his throat and just wrecking his voice, hands buried in his hair…
He abruptly pulls his fingers out of himself, shaking where he leans against the wall. Fuck, he almost came. He wants to keep his first orgasm for Lavinho. Maybe when he sucks him off? Or maybe he'll ride his face. Maybe both! Probably both. Mm, yeah, both…
He keeps getting distracted. He needs to finish up his shower and go meet up with Lavinho. He should probably take a pit stop by his room to grab lube and condoms… Lavinho wouldn't have those things on him, would he? If Meguru's being honest, he wouldn't mind going raw, and he's plenty wet enough for lube to not be an issue, but, well… Lavinho might not want to go raw and they're going to be in a major pickle if Lavinho decides that he wants to fuck his ass too!
Meguru finishes up his shower, finally, and towels off and dresses in the locker room. A thin white tank top with no binder, shorts that hug his ass just right, no underwear. He heads to his room, grabs his whole bag, blows a kiss to his roommates, and then heads back out, ignoring their questions. It doesn't take him long to get to Lavinho's room, letting himself in without so much as a knock. Lavinho's looking at his screens when Meguru enters, so Meguru drops his bag by the door and steps further in, letting the door close behind him and locking it. When he gets closer, Lavinho pats his thigh and still doesn't look at him.
“C'mere. Sit,” is all he says, a simple command. Meguru giggles a little.
“What am I, your dog?” he asks, fake snark in his voice. Lavinho doesn't need to know his dick is throbbing over that little command.
“I'm plannin’ on making you my bitch,” Lavinho responds, and Meguru's heart stutters in his chest. Lavinho glances at him, trouble dancing in his eyes. “Now, are you gonna sit or do I have to make you sit?”
Meguru wants to be a brat but he'll obey for now. He steps closer, sitting on Lavinho's lap, and Lavinho loops a hand around his waist, tugging him closer. He feels small like this, in his arms, bodies pressed together, hot, hot, hot. Meguru keeps looking down at the thigh between the two of his, mind going hazy. A warm, tanned hand comes up to the front of his throat, gripping his jaw and tilting his head up. Meguru's made to look up, seeing his own face filling the screen.
“Look at yourself, blondie,” Lavinho says, his voice a rough rumble near his ear. Whatever tech Ego got his hands on is impressive; it translates what Lavinho says to Japanese, but Meguru can still hear the Brazilian accent coating his words. He speaks like a song, a dance, and isn't that awfully fitting for the dancer? He looks at himself and lets Lavinho sing to him in the low rumble, letting it wash over him. “Your passes, your dribbles, your skill. You're listening to someone, aren't you? That monster you told me about. It's changing you.”
“Changing me?” Meguru asks, and his voice comes out breathy.
“You're evolvin’. We may have lost today, but, tell me: did you have fun?”
Meguru swallows and nods. Lavinho's hand comes down lower, cupping his throat. His hand is so big, it feels like he could just squeeze and snap his neck with no problem. It's kind of troubling that Meguru finds that hot. Whatever. He's weird.
“What’s that monster of yours sayin’ right now?”
“Nothing at all, Lavinho-chan,” Meguru says, finally breaking eye contact with himself. He turns his head enough to look at Lavinho out of the corner of his eye, right over his shoulder. “All my focus is on you. No one else is here.”
Lavinho looks at him for a long moment before both his hands go to Meguru's waist, dragging him back more. He settles Meguru right over his cock, hard, pressed against his ass, and Meguru sighs, head dropping back onto his shoulder as he grips the arms of the chair and grinds on him. He sees Lavinho's jaw clench and he reaches back, skating his fingers along the cut of his jaw and then pressing against his pulse point, feeling his heart race.
“All of your focus is on me too, isn't it?” Meguru asks, leaning up and kissing the underside of his jaw. “Isn't it always? You look at me like you're gonna eat me.”
“Careful now,” Lavinho says, fingers digging into his hips, pressing up and under his shirt, burning on bare skin. “I just might.”
Abruptly, Meguru stands and pulls out of Lavinho's grip, clearly catching the man off guard when his eyes go wide, looking up at him. He swallows and Meguru puts a foot on the chair between his spread legs, looking down at him. He grins, wide, evil, when he sees how shocked he looks.
“I have plans for you, Lavinho-chan. I'm not just some quick fuck. I wanna ruin you,” Meguru says, and Lavinho huffs this little laugh, disbelieving.
“‘Ruin me’, huh? That's ambitious of you, little bee.”
“Maybe so,” he says, moving to press the sole of his socked foot against Lavinho's dick, grinding it against him. Lavinho swears under his breath, grinding up against him, fingers curling around his calf. “I'm curious. Are you strong enough to hold me up?”
That question leads to Meguru's position now. He's being held up by Lavinho, upside down, both hands pumping his cock and licking at the tip. He feels a bit of a head rush, but he's not worried about being dropped. Even if he does get dropped, he'll be dropped on the bed, and he probably won't break his neck. Lavinho has his arms wrapped tight around his waist and his thighs are over his shoulders, supporting himself as well.
The best part about all of this? Lavinho has his face buried between his legs, tongue licking at his cunt, lips around his dick and sucking, tonguing at his clit and moaning like Meguru is the best thing he's ever tasted. So fucking hot. Maybe it's not riding his face, exactly, but this is a new experience and it's fun, so Meguru isn't complaining at all.
It wasn’t hard at all to convince Lavinho to do this, not that Meguru thought it would be hard. The whole “I’m plannin’ on making you my bitch” told Meguru all he needed to know. He wonders how long Lavinho's been thinking about him this way, if it was the same as Meguru, where he first saw him and knew he had to have him. The way he's licking into his hole right now points towards that, at least. He's not going at this all relaxed or calm, not that Lavinho is either of those things normally, but there's a desperation to his moves. A need.
He needs Meguru as badly as Meguru needs him.
Meguru will give as good as he's getting. He pumps his hands on his cock, leaning down until he's fully upside down, hair hanging down. He licks the tip of his cock just like he's tasting it, and the salty precum on his tongue tastes good. He wants more. Without waiting for much longer, he wraps his lips around the head of his cock and swirls his tongue around it, still teasing. Lavinho lets a moan against his skin and Meguru giggles around his mouthful of cock, sinking deeper, hands moving to grip Lavinho's thighs as he sinks lower and lower.
“Shit, blondie,” Lavinho curses before biting Meguru's inner thigh, a sharp pain that just sends him higher. He takes a harsh breath through his nose, hands grabbing at his coach’s thighs and ass. He sinks down until his cock bumps the back of his throat, making him gag and his eyes water, making him pull back a bit to breathe easier. “Fuck.”
Lavinho goes back to licking his soaked cunt, one hand grabbing his ass. He licks through his folds, Meguru tightening his legs around his head a little as he sucks on his clit again. He rubs his tongue over it, making Meguru's eyes roll back. He returns one hand to his cock, pumping it as he bobs his head. His tongue traces a vein on the underside of Lavinho's cock, popping off of it with a dramatic ‘pop’ sound, teasing the tip of his tongue along his leaking slit. Moaning, he sinks down again, bobbing his head faster and pumping just as fast.
“Fuck, shit, put your hands down, support yourself,” Lavinho says, and Meguru complies, a bit confused. Once his hands are on the bed, Lavinho gets out from under him, lowering him onto his back on the bed. Meguru's dick is throbbing; Lavinho can manhandle him so easily. Laying on his back, he grabs Lavinho's thighs, dragging him forward with his head hanging off the edge of the bed, swallowing his cock down again. “Wait, fuck-!”
At this angle, his dick can go all the way down Meguru's throat, making it bulge a little. He has less control like this but the feeling is addictive. He doesn't have to think with a cock down his throat. His mind isn't screaming thoughts at him, he has nothing to focus on but making his partner scream. Lavinho gets the memo with Meguru clawing at his thighs, starting to thrust forward, making some truly loud wet sounds as he fucks his throat like a cock sleeve.
Meguru's losing his mind. One hand drops between his legs, rubbing his clit desperately. Lavinho grabs his hand, pinning it to the bed, and Meguru lets out a garbled whine around his cock. His freehand wraps around Meguru's throat, feeling his cock move.
“You don't get to come yet, little bee,” he says, voice a growl. “You've been flauntin’ around, tempting me, and you think you deserve to come? Nah. You're comin’ on my dick or you're not coming at all.”
Hot. Hot, hot, hot. Unfortunately for Lavinho, Meguru pulls off his dick, squirming out of his hold. Yeah, he would've loved to swallow his cum, and maybe he will another day, but he needs that thick cock in his pussy like, uh, yesterday. Lavinho gets on the bed, settles up against the headboard, and Meguru climbs onto his lap, grinding his cunt against his dick. Lavinho cups his face, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip, and Meguru sucks his thumb into his mouth. Lavinho swears, pressing down on his tongue, making him open his mouth.
“You just love havin' your mouth filled, don’tcha?” Meguru moans and nods, opening his mouth wider. Lavinho's hand moves back and into his hair, pulling his head back, and Meguru's lashes flutter. Then, he spits into Meguru's mouth, and Meguru feels like even that alone could make him come. Instead, he just trembles all over, looks into Lavinho's eyes, and closes his mouth and swallows. Lavinho stares back with wide eyes. “You're a little fuckin’ freak.”
“You love it,” Meguru teases, his voice a fucking wreck. Hell, his jaw aches and it hurts to talk, but it was so worth it. He licks his lips and Lavinho tracks the movement. “What are your thoughts on kissing?”
Lavinho raises an eyebrow. “You wanna kiss me?”
“I wanna feel your tongue down my throat, mainly,” Meguru says, having no reservations about his wants at this point, not that he ever really had any. Really, what reservations could he have as he grinds on Lavinho's lap, feeling the head of his cock bump against his clit. He moans, shuddering, leaning forward. He bites at Lavinho's lower lip as Lavinho just stares at him, stunned. “What, is this gonna be your first kiss or something?”
“You little shit,” is all Lavinho says before he grabs a fistful of Meguru's hair, dragging him closer and kissing him deeply, all consuming. It's not sweet, not that Meguru would want it to be. Lavinho licks over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, tangling with his tongue, down his throat. It's messy, it's slick, it's disgusting, and Meguru loves every second of it. They part with Meguru sucking on Lavinho's tongue, making the older man groan. “You're such a little slut.”
“Mhm!” Meguru says, chirps, and leans up on his knees, grabbing Lavinho's cock and lining himself up, sinking down on it. Lavinho clutches his hips tightly, seeming shocked again, like he didn't expect Meguru to just go for it. He's in for a hell of a ride (literally) if he thinks Meguru's not just going to do whatever he wants. Lavinho clearly wants it too, moaning and canting his hips up a little as Meguru settles, his cock buried to the hilt. He whines and leans back, hands resting against Lavinho's thighs. “Shit, you're big.”
“Did you… did you prep yourself?” Lavinho asks, breathless, and Meguru nods and giggles. “What the fuck.”
“I did it in the showers,” Meguru says, rolling his hips in little circles. “One of those single stalls while the whole team was still in the locker room. I fucked myself on my fingers until I'd be able to take you without waiting. Hell, if you had come in that locker room, I probably would've thrown you down on those benches and rode you right there, right in front of everyone.”
“You're insane,” Lavinho says, but it's with a grin and a breathless laugh, him shifting to plant his feet on the bed. Meguru didn't think he would, but it's good to see that he isn't regretting sticking his dick in crazy. “Shoulda known you'd be a little show off.”
All Meguru does in response is stick his tongue out a little, leaning forward to plant his hands on Lavinho's chest and lifting up before sinking all the way back down. Lavinho is so big that it kind of hurts but it's a good kind of hurt. For right now, Lavinho's just holding onto his waist, but Meguru can see the threadbare restraint on his face, in his eyes. His gorgeous purple eyes.
It's not long before he's holding Meguru still and fucking up into him, jaw clenched, sweat breaking out on his forehead. Meguru's loud, his moans bouncing off the walls in the short room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping skin, mattress springs squeaking in protest.
Meguru leans back a bit, hands lifting up to tease his own nipples, staring down at Lavinho, not breaking eye contact. Lavinho lets out this broken little laugh, readjusting his grip on Meguru's waist, fingers digging into his skin. “You're, fuck, really enjoyin’ yourself, huh?”
Meguru nods, these breathy noises escaping him, pitching up. His eyes roll back in his head and he leans down, gripping onto Lavinho's shoulders for stability. All of a sudden, his world is flipped upside down, and he's on his back on the mattress, Lavinho holding his hips and fucking him hard and rough. Meguru's eyes open and his legs wrap around Lavinho's waist, arms wrapping around his back, scratching him.
“Ah, ah- fuck me, fuck me, come in me, please,” Meguru begs, nails dragging down Lavinho's back. He lifts his hips up more, whining each time Lavinho rocks into him. “Fuck, Daddy, I can feel you in my fucking womb.”
Lavinho lets out this low, guttural sound, almost like a growl, and Meguru shivers all over. “‘Daddy’, huh?”
Meguru didn't even realize he said that, but he's too far gone to be embarrassed by it. He just whines and nods and spreads his legs wider. His hands climb up, getting to Lavinho's hair, tugging his head down and kissing him desperately. Their tongues tangle as Meguru's hands lower, wrapping around his neck. Lavinho's hips stutter when Meguru squeezes, choking him. Maybe it's not a great idea to do it while Lavinho's on top, but he's wanted to do that for a while now. Lavinho looks at him with wide eyes, panting, and Meguru lets go, letting his hands fall down onto the bed.
“You're fucking crazy,” Lavinho says, gasping for air. He lifts Meguru's hips, leaving only his shoulders and head on the bed, and Meguru writhes in his hold, gripping the pillow by his head tightly. It feels like he's going to burst, his clit is throbbing incessantly, begging for attention, but Meguru's too focused on the look in Lavinho's eyes, the heat, the single minded focus. Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Meguru's thighs start to tremble and he throws his head back. His bottom half gets dropped on the bed as Lavinho grabs his throat, making him look at him. Meguru gasps, looking into his eyes. “Don't you dare look away from me, you little slut. Look me in the eyes as you come on my cock.”
Meguru whines, thrashing in his hold, arching into him. “D-Daddy-”
He shakes all over, coming hard on Lavinho's cock, fists hitting the bed. He fights and manages to keep his eyes open even as his mind whites out, harsh breaths coming out of his mouth. He clenches tightly around him, and Lavinho swears, letting go of his throat to grab his hips again and fuck him in short, quick bursts. Before long, he tumbles over the edge too, and Meguru feels like his orgasm only lasts longer as he's filled up with hot cum.
They spend a few long moments panting and coming down from their highs. Meguru recovers first, tucking his leg in and pressing his foot against Lavinho's chest, shoving him back, Lavinho makes a grunt sort of noise, moving back and catching Meguru's ankle. He makes a questioning noise after and Meguru grins.
Shuddering as Lavinho pulls out of him, he takes his leg back and turns onto his stomach, getting onto his knees and arching his back, rubbing his ass against Lavinho's half hard dick. He winces, probably oversensitive, and grabs Meguru’s ass.
“C'mon, old man, I'm not done with you yet,” he says, throwing a teasing look over his shoulder. Lavinho just stares at him for a moment before he shakes his head, squeezing Meguru's ass.
“You're gonna end up killin’ me, blondie.”
“Mm, maybe,” Meguru teases, grinding his hips back. “But what a way to go! I can picture the headlines now… ‘Local Coach Dies of Overexertion While Fucking Football Player’s Ass’. Eye-catching title, wouldn't you say?”
Lavinho just stares at him blankly for a few seconds so Meguru responds by grinding his hips back against him harder. “ Daddy. Come on.”
Lavinho shakes his head and leans down, over Meguru's back. “You aren't gettin’ any sleep tonight. Don't bitch to me about it tomorrow.”
“When have I ever bitched during practice?” Meguru gasps, affronted. He reaches back behind himself to cup the back of Lavinho's neck, talking against his lips. “Now, come on. Give it to me, Daddy. Make me feel it in the morning.”
Meguru will and does bitch tomorrow during practice for the very first time, but it's all light-hearted. He's limping, sore, and well fucked, floating on cloud nine. He heads into the locker room after practice and catches the look Lavinho gives him, and he makes sure to wash thoroughly and get himself ready again.
He can definitely get used to this becoming a regular thing. He doesn't think he'll get bored of Lavinho anytime soon, or that look in his eyes, the way he eats him up with his gaze alone.
That look alone makes Meguru's heart just dance.