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Reo left the gym and headed for the showers, leaving his teammates to finish their training. He needed to be alone. More precisely, alone with his new obsession, which had been tormenting him lately and hadn't left him alone for a single second. It was impossible to escape from it in sleep, to run away from it on the field or during training. Because it was Nagi Seishirou.
More precisely, his goddamn thighs.
Reo Mikage must be nothing short of a pervert, because he couldn't tear his gaze away from them. Thanks to the intensive training under Chris Prince, a balanced diet, and constant exertion, they had all gained mass and could boast well-developed muscles. While Reo predominantly did circuit training for all muscle groups, also increasing his speed and endurance, Nagi was strengthening his core and leg muscles for high jumps, traps and powerful kicks. And he was succeeding admirably. Seishirou's thighs had become more massive; during training, the muscles tensed and stood out in tight bundles beneath the skin.
Seeing a drop of sweat trickle down the inside of his thigh from beneath the taut fabric of his shorts was simply unbearable. Reo wanted to catch that drop with his lips, or simply become it, to cling to that firm flesh. Spotting Seishirou during barbell squats was Reo Mikage's personal nightmare. God, Reo wanted to die suffocated by those thighs. No, he could die with a peaceful soul when he’ll see them tightly wrapped in stockings. It’ll hug his thighs, make them look even bigger, the stockings dug in creamy flesh, creating plush overflows of muscle that spilled over the edges. Fantasies filled every corner of his mind involuntarily, turning him into an horny animal desperately thrusting into his own fist in the shower.
The moment Reo crushed on his bed and exhaled, staring at the ceiling, Seishirou collapsed onto the neighboring bed in exhaustion. His jersey landed a few inches from the laundry basket; his shorts remained on him.
“Reoo,” Nagi drawled in a whiny tone. “My legs hurt,” he complained. Mikage closed his eyes, trying to dispel the rising heat, sighed heavily, and forced a smile.
“Want a massage, treasure?”
It was Nagi, after all. Reo would do anything for his treasure. Especially now, when they had been reunited after a long separation, and Mikage was savoring every moment together, every touch, every time Seishirou spoke his name. And of course, Reo wouldn't miss the chance to touch those magnificent thighs. He sat on the edge of the neighboring bed, his gaze sliding over the tense body, covered in a gleaming veil of sweat. God, he’s gorgeous.
“Let’s get you a hot bath?” the boy asked, ruffling the damp white hair.
“Nah, I’m sore as hell,” Nagi complained, leaning his head into the caressing palm.
Mikage shifted to the edge of the bed; Seishirou lay comfortably on his back, resting one palm behind his head. Reo slowly ran his open palms over his thighs; legs parting without a hint of shame. The pair of loose black shorts barely contained the massive, sweat-slick muscles built from months of relentless Blue Lock drills. Beads of perspiration rolled slowly down the inner slopes, tracing every firm contour before disappearing into the shadowed crease where thigh met groin. Reo swallowed hard, a pull low in his stomach from the arousal, as he fixated on the sheer size and unyielding firmness. Those thighs looked powerful enough to crush bones, yet the soft give of the inner flesh where sweat gathered made his mouth water with sudden, obsessive hunger.
Nagi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing. Reo started with the left thigh, stroking the heated skin with both palms from the knee upward with gentle pressure. With the very tips of his fingers, he slid just under the hem of the shorts, to where the heat of the skin and the moisture of sweat were more intense. Mikage breathed in, pulling in the musky scent that made his head spin. He wanted to lick the tips of his fingers, the ones that had touched the soft, tender skin near the groin, to taste it. The pressure increased; his fingers and the base of his palm pressed deeper into the firm quad. The muscle resisted at first, then relaxed under his thumbs, warm and slick with sweat. Reo worked in slow, deliberate circles along the inner seam, feeling every ridge and tremor as Nagi's breath hitched. A soft sigh escaped his lips when Reo massaged a particularly tense spot on the inner thigh with more pressure, hips shifting just enough to make his shorts ride higher, the hem catching on the curve of his ass and exposing the pale underside of one cheek. Nagi's skin was velvet over steel, every inch radiating heat and the sharp tang of post-training sweat. Reo's breathing turned ragged, his cock pulsing hard as he imagined suffocating between these plump thighs.
Nagi's thighs flexed under the pressure, the massive muscles bunching and releasing in a hypnotic rhythm that made Reo's mouth go dry. Those tiny sounds that Seishirou made were not helping to quell the arousal at all; Reo’s cock throbbed, leaking a bead of precum that soaked into his underwear as he leaned closer, massaging higher, his fingertips brushing the edge of the shorts and the soft, hair-dusted skin beneath. Fantasy hit him hard, as he imagined those thighs clamping around his head, suffocating him in sweat and muscle while Nagi's calves locked him in place. He wanted to whine. Mikage gripped the flesh between his fingers, rolling the muscles, touching the spot near the groin more and more often. The texture was hypnotic, all that firm, workout-hardened power wrapped in a layer of soft, overheated milky give that trembled when Reo stroked higher.
The massage grew bolder, Reo's hands sliding beneath the shorts' edge, kneading the dense inner thigh muscle, his thumbs brushing the edge of Nagi's balls right where it met the warm, heavy sac and feeling it twitch in response. Seishirou let out a sound more like a moan – soft, velvety, thick with lazy pleasure – his hips rolled lazily so the head of his cock nudged against the fabric of his shorts. Mikage's gaze shot upward, arousal twisting in his gut as he saw the outlines of a thick, half-hard cock. Biting his lip, Reo carefully, as if by accident, gave the head a small stroke.
"Reo," Seishirou exhaled. He pressed his hips toward the caress, shamelessly spreading his legs wider, looking from beneath his fluffy lashes into Reo's darkened violet eyes. Reo hooked his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down along with his underwear, meeting no resistance.
A pitiful moan escaped Mikage's lips as he finally touched what he had been fantasizing about day and night, without any barrier. The skin there was impossibly hot, radiating warmth like a furnace, velvet-smooth yet stretched tight over the dense, unyielding muscle beneath. He could feel every subtle twitch and quiver as his fingertips followed the droplet downward, smearing it across the flushed flesh until it mingled with the coarse dusting of hair near Nagi's groin. Seishirou's cock lay on his stomach, a transparent pearl of precome glistening at the tip. Reo's fingers were now openly mapping the inner thigh's heat, sliding through the sweat that coated every inch and tracing the deep groove where thigh met groin. The sensation was visceral: the way the muscle surrendered under pressure but snapped back with strength, radiating a feverish warmth.
“God, they’re so fucking hot and thick,” Reo whispered, pressing his cheek against one thigh, feeling the sweat smear across his skin.
Mikage hastily slid off the bed and pulled Seishirou toward him with such greed, like a starving traveler dragging a plate of food closer. Succumbing to a filthy impulse, the boy buried his nose in the crease of his thigh. He inhaled a full lungful of the dizzying scent – concentrated musk, thick arousal, and something uniquely his treasure’s. His lips immediately pressed to the tender skin on the inner side; his tongue touched it, and a guttural moan escaped his throat, sending a vibration through the skin. The magnificent taste exploded in his senses – salty with a hint of bitter and a little sour, and so delicious. Reo’s cock released another spurt of precome; a damp spot appeared on his shorts.
Mikage dragged his tongue in broad strokes, collecting every trace of taste, moaning as if he were eating the most exquisite dessert in an elite restaurant. He had never imagined he could be so turned on by someone’s sweat. But this was Nagi. Reo loved every cell of his body, every inch of his skin, his scent, everything connected to him. He sucked the thin, pliable skin into his mouth to leave a red mark. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot, and Seishirou’s thighs instinctively jerked, lightly squeezing Reo’s head between them. Mikage grabbed them with his palms, not letting them lower, not allowing this beautiful trap to break – a trap in which he passionately longed to be. Nagi’s thighs flexed gently around him in a slow, possessive squeeze that promised more.
Reo shifted forward on his knees, breath ragged as he pressed his face deliberately between Nagi's thighs, letting the heavy, sweat-slicked flesh close in around his cheeks first. The contact was immediate and overwhelming: the inner thighs burned against his skin, wet with sweat that smeared across his lips and nose in thick, salty trails. Nagi's massive quads flexed once, testing the fit, and Reo moaned into the heated crease, his tongue darting out to lap at the glistening droplets gathering there. The pressure was perfect, cutting off the edges of sound until all Reo could hear was the thud of his own pulse and the muffled groan that vibrated through Nagi's body. The heat was blistering now, Reo's tongue working frantically to lap at the pooling sweat while his hands kneaded the outer curves of those massive legs, pressing possessive kisses between licks, claiming every slick inch as his own. Nagi's hand settled lazily on the back of Reo's head, tangled in the purple strands, his quiet, short moans, slightly hoarse, sounded as if from under thick water.
The texture of the creamy skin was addictive – firm and resilient where the quad flexed, but pliant and plush along the inner slope, where sweat pooled in every crease. The heat was overwhelming, pulsing against his skin like a living thing, making Reo's neglected cock throb violently in his wet shorts. Nagi's thighs drew inward with deliberate slowness, the dense muscle bunching and locking around Reo's skull in a vice of velvet heat and tender pressure. Nagi's balls rested heavy against Reo's nose, the skin there fever‑hot and damp, brushing Reo's parted lips with every flex. Mikage lapped greedily, sucking and sending vibrations of his moans through the skin; Seishirou's cock twitched in response.
Nagi's compliance deepened as he hooked one ankle behind the other, locking the thighs in an unbreakable ring around Reo's head and applying steady, relentless pressure that forced Reo's nose deeper into the sweaty crease. Deeper into the lock, Nagi impatiently rolled his hips forward, dragging his balls and the base of his cock across Reo's trapped features in a slow grind that smeared more fluid over his lips and nose. Reo's hips uselessly buckled forward, trying to rub against the air in acute need for friction, to ease the impossible arousal. Seishirou, his treasure, was squeezing his head between those magnificent thighs and rubbing himself against his face, using it like a pillow, and Reo thought he was ready to spend the rest of his life like this. His lips sealed around the outline of Nagi's heavy balls, sucking gently at the sticky mess coating them. He took them into his mouth one by one, licked them clean and coated them with saliva. The tip of his tongue touched the spot just beneath the balls, where the scent and taste were most intense. Reo's muffled groan vibrated against Nagi's balls, drawing a low, responsive moan from the taller boy as his cock throbbed harder.
Mikage pulled Seishirou closer by the hips, lifted it slightly, angling his ass forward on the edge of the bed. The movement exposed the tight, small pucker nestled between the firm globes, glistening with the same sheen of exertion that coated his quads. Reo didn't hesitate, shifting his body lower on his knees, his face sliding along the soaked inner thigh until his nose brushed the heavy balls from behind, the smell so thick and raw, getting the boy drunk on it. Mikage's palm squeezed Seishirou's thick cock at the base; Nagi's hand involuntarily tightened in the soft purple hair. Reo's mouth hovered just above Nagi's hole, and he didn't waste time to flicker his flat tongue on the wrinkled hole.
He didn't have a single thought about it being gross or dirty; it was simply another part of Seishirou that he wants to worship. In his chest, it only ached tenderly from the sheer intimacy of it and the way Nagi trusted him completely, offering this hidden part of himself for Reo's mouth alone. Mikage pressed his tongue flat and broad against the puckered rim, licking in long, deliberate strokes that traced every fold and crevice, his palm stroking the hard cock and smearing sticky precome along the pulsing shaft. Nagi's moan sounded so breathy and beautiful; he arched into the new caress and sensation. The grip tightened further, Nagi's thighs clamping with athletic power that made Reo's vision spark at the edges, his lungs burning for air even as he inhaled greedily through his nose, dragging in lungful of that concentrated musk and raw Nagi. Seishirou whimpered, Reo responded by sucking gently at the rim, drawing the sensitive flesh between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop, then flattening his tongue again to lap broad, filthy stripes from hole to balls and back again.
Mikage moaned into the hole, the sound vibrating directly against the sensitive skin as he worked his tongue deeper, pushing the tip inside the tight ring in slow, insistent thrusts that matched the rhythm of his breathing. He lapped and circled, savoring the way Nagi clenched around the intrusion, the inner muscles fluttering hot and responsive. Seishirou thrust his hips into Reo's palm, slowly pumping his cock, and pressed harder, mercilessly closing Reo in a trap. The suffocation built gradually, the world zeroing in on the crushing warmth enveloping his ears and jaw, the way those plump inner thighs molded to his features, sealing him in darkness and humidity. Reo's cock throbbed in his pants, precome soaking through as he ground his hips against nothing, desperate for friction while the pressure on his temples intensified.
The pressure was exquisite – dominating, inescapable – Reo's head pinned firmly between those massive legs, his other hand clutching at the outer thighs for purchase. Nagi groaned in frustration above him, the sound vibrating through the connected flesh, when Mikage faltered in rhythm during the short, twisting strokes caressing his cock. Pleasure gathered into a tight coil low in his stomach; a little more and it would spill over the edge. Seishirou covered Reo's hand, setting a faster rhythm and controlling the squeeze around the head.
Reo's world narrowed to pure sensation: the rhythmic pulse of Nagi's heartbeat thudding against his cheeks, the way the sweat-slicked skin stretched and yielded under his frantic tongue, the obscene wet sounds of his own desperate licking filling the trapped space. Nagi's thighs pulsed deliberately, squeezing in waves that alternated between crushing force and teasing release, each cycle forcing Reo to gasp and choke. Precum from Reo's neglected cock leaked steadily, his balls aching with the raw intensity of being owned like this, the kink consuming him entirely as he surrendered to the suffocating embrace. His head spun, his lungs screaming for air, colored circles swimming before his eyes, but Mikage dare himself to stop, lost in the way Nagi's hole clenched greedily around his tongue, the velvety walls fluttering hot and responsive with every curl and thrust.
“Fuck, Reo,” Seishirou whimpered, arching his back. He was so close, and Reo carefully and gently was pushing him toward the shattering orgasm.
The pressure on Reo's skull mounted until black spots danced in his peripheral vision, his breath coming in shallow, desperate pants with tiny moans against the slick flesh. Every inhale brought the thick, heady aroma of Nagi's arousal – sweat, heated skin, and the sharp precum scent – flooding him, making his own cock jerk and pathetically spurt another rope of precome into his pants. His jaw and neck ached, but Mikage didn't stop thrusting his tongue as far as it could reach, curling it inside the hot, velvety channel while the thigh squeeze tightened further, the massive legs trembling with the effort of holding him pinned. Seishirou tightened his grip in the purple hair, pulling at the roots almost painfully, so lost in the depraved pleasure, tense as before a final push.
The orgasm exploded brightly; Nagi's cock erupted with thick pulses of hot cum in the tight grip of their interlaced fingers, staining his tense stomach. As the rush of white, feverish pleasure subsided, Seishirou's legs fell open tiredly, dropping to either side of Reo's head, freeing him from the trap he had surrendered to with such overwhelming desire. Reo's tongue slipped free with a soft, wet pop, strings of saliva stretching between his swollen lips and Nagi's glistening hole. His face was flushed and drenched, eyes glazed, chin dripping with a mix of spit and musky slick. Mikage pressed his forehead to Nagi's thigh, catching his breath, still not quite registering that his fantasy had just come true and had made him come in his pants completely untouched.
“Reoo,” Seishirou said softly and hoarsely. “C’mere, I’m so sleepy.”
“Sure, treasure,” Reo whispered, feeling so exhausted.
Now he was no longer bothered by the mess they had made; all he wanted was to bury his face in Nagi's neck and relax completely.