Happy Birthday, Kasamatsu!

So, even with all the requests I still have pending I simply
could not let this day go by without acknowledging that it is my fave boy’s
birthday! What better way to celebrate than a little happy birthday sexy time?
I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for being so patient with me while I
take the time I need to rest while also slowly working on your asks!

“Kise!” shouts Kasamatsu, throwing him a perfect pass. The
blonde ace catches it easily, dribbling around two defenders before jumping up
and sinking in yet another flawless dunk.

High fiving his captain he beams, “That was for your birthday,
senpai”

“Shut up and get back on defense!” snaps the brunette. As
Kise pouts, you snicker; he’s always so theatrical. Your eyes focus back on the
captain, heart skipping a beat when he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat from his
brow revealing tight, toned abs. Unconsciously, you lick your lips, eager to
taste the salt of his skin, feel the strength of his sinew and muscles beneath
your fingers.

The scrimmage game ends unsurprisingly in Kaijo’s favor and
the throngs of students who gathered to watch begin to disperse save for
yourself and few others who are close to the team. As Kasamatsu downs a water
bottle in one go, he watches you make your way towards him, a soft but warm
smile on your face. He feels his heart racing and it has little to do with the
physical exertion he just displayed. Even after almost a year of dating you, he
still can’t get used to the idea that a girl, a very beautiful and sweet one at
that, is his girlfriend.

“Great game, Yukio-kun,” you praise, giving him a peck on
the cheek.

Before he can respond, Kise is throwing an arm around his
neck. “It was, wasn’t it, _____-cchi! It’s always so nice to see you it the
stands!”

Kasamatsu flashes a glare of irritation at the ace, elbowing
him just hard enough to get him to release. “Baka, get off me,” he snaps then
looks back at you to see you stifling a laugh behind your hand.

Reaching into your purse, you pull out an envelope, handing
it to him with another kiss to his cheek. “I know you have things to take care
of today, but make sure you read that soon. I’ll see you later, k?”

He nods, a furious blush permanently staining his cheeks as
you saunter off. From beside him, he hears Kise comment, “Boy, senpai, you sure
hit the jackpot, wish I could find a girlfriend like her!”

Kasamatsu looks up at his kōhai’s face. “I thought you weren’t
interested in being tied down?” he asks heading towards the locker room for a
shower.

Kise scampers after him, shrugging his shoulders. “____-cchi
is special,” he says vaguely.

The captain stops, turning an almost murderous glare on the
blonde. “Don’t get any ideas, Kise.”

Kise shoots his hands up in defense, shaking his head from
side to side. “No, no, no, senpai! I would never
try anything with her.” He adds as they entered the room, “Besides, she’d kick
my ass harder than you if I did.”

Kasamatsu can’t stop the laugh that erupts at this
observation because he knows Kise is completely right.

Refreshed from his shower and changed back into street
clothes, Kasamatsu opens the envelope you left with him. Scanning the document
inside his eyes go wide, his entire body flushing hot with the realization of
just what you have in mind. His pulse is racing, a quiver shaking through him
with nerves and excitement.

“So senpai, what did _____-cchi give you?” Kise asks.

Kasamatsu doesn’t both replying, just takes off running in
the direction of where he knows you’re waiting for him. Kise looks after with a
confused look until he realizes the course his captain’s legs are taking him
and a small smile pulls at his lips; he really did hit the jackpot with you.

As Kasamatsu approaches the establishment, he feels his
heart pounding against the cage of his ribs. His eyes stray to the sign on the building,
a place he’s passed many times and fantasized about bringing you to but he’s
always been too nervous to make a move. Leave it to you to be the one to
initiate a rendezvous in a love hotel.

Walking to the front desk, he hands the receptionist the
paper as you instructed. She smiles pleasantly, handing him a key with a nice, “Have
a great evening and happy birthday.”

He blushes, stammering out a hurried thank you before taking
to the stairs; he has way too much energy to bother with the elevator. As he
arrives on the fifth floor, Kasamatsu pauses briefly in his steps to weigh what’s
about to happen in his heart. He’s been in love with you for a while, but never
has been able to get his voice to cough out the words. Tonight, he decides,
will be the night and it’s not just because he has an inkling of what you
intend to give him. It’s because if he keeps this in any longer, he’ll explode.

Reaching the door of the room, he swallows thickly, a
shaking hand inserting the key. Beyond the threshold lies, quite literally he’s
sure, the reality of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath, he rotates his wrist,
the click of the bolt sounding like a gunshot making him jump. As he pushes the
door open, his mouth goes completely dry.

There you are, surrounded by soft glowing light emitted from
clusters of candles strategically placed about the room. It’s warm inside but
not too hot though he feels quite flushed just from the sight of you alone.
Midnight black lace covers your body, the bodice of your lingerie pushing your
breasts up enticingly, your crossed legs encased in sheer stockings attached to
a tightly fit garter belt.

A slow, sultry smile upon lips stained with red greets him. Meeting
his eyes, you crook your finger in a come hither motion and Yukio feels his
feet move on autopilot. He could walk over hot coals and not feel them, so mesmerized
is he by your appearance. As he reaches you, you stand up, face closer to his
thanks to the assistance of your high heels. Leaning forward, you kiss him,
softly at first but with growing hunger. His hands remain at his side, fists
clenched and arms taut.

Pulling back, your breath ghosts across his face as you say,
“You can touch me, Yukio-kun.”

Trembling limbs raise up, palms settling against your bare
shoulders. Yukio sighs into your mouth, tightening his grip as you wrap your
arms around his waist to pull him flush to your body. He nips your bottom lip earning
a gasp of surprise. He releases you, flustering, “I’m sorry! I-“ but your lips
are already back on his, open to invite him to taste you. He adheres to the
call, hands diving into your hair to grip you firmly as his ability to control
himself slowly unravels.

Your hands lift the edge of his shirt, breaking the kiss as his
arms rise and you pull it up and over his head. The feel of your touch against
his heated skin makes him tremble with anticipation. As you unfasten the button
of his jeans, Kasamatsu’s feels his heart rate jump violently.

“Relax, Yukio,” you instruct, pulling down his pants and
boxers in one go. The look of him fully exposed, a red hue to his skin, makes
you shiver with delight; he’s even more perfect than you imagined. “You’re so
sexy,” you purr.

Whirling around, you push him gently to the bed and he lands
with a soft thud against the covers. As you crawl over him, he hisses at the
feel of the lace on your outfit shifting gently over his skin. Hot, wet kisses descend
on his chest and he kicks his head back. His whole body shakes, nerves starting
to get the better of him despite the screaming desire he holds in his heart for
you. Feeling his tension, you pull up slightly, concern lacing your tone as you
ask, “Do you want to stop?”

“N…no,” he affirms, “I..I’m just-“

“Shhhh,” you say placing a finger over his lips. “I know,
just lay back and enjoy this.”

Kasamatsu closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip in effort
to gain a semblance of control. He’s wound up, unsure he’ll have what it takes
to return what you’re giving to him. As if reading his thoughts, you murmur
against his neck, “Don’t worry about me, Yukio, this is all about making you
feel good.” You slide back down his body and he can’t stop the low moan that
pulls from his throat. Seeing he’s already worked up enough as it is, you
decide to give him his special treat sooner than later; you want him to actually
enjoy this rather than writhe around like a tortured soul.

You can always tease him later.

Yukio glances down at you, watching as your mouth descends
lower and lower, target the apex of his thighs and wonders not for the first time
in the span of five minutes where you get your confidence. To his knowledge,
you’ve never done anything like this before either. But then again, you’ve
never talked about it because he’s never asked. Further consideration of your sexual
prowess and where it comes from catapults out of his mind as you close your
lips around the head of his erection, pushing down to take him further in.

His hips buck up automatically, prompting you to place both
hands against the join of them to hold him steady.

A deep, raspy call of your name has you smirking around his
length, tongue swirling around before teasing the tip once more. Yukio grunts,
hands fisting the sheets until he’s white-knuckled.

“Where did you learn how to do this?” he gasps.

He curses his brain’s inability to work properly, the blood elsewhere
at the moment but rather than be offended you chuckle, the vibrations of your
mirth crawling up his length and out to every nerve ending in his body. You
ignore his inquiry for the moment, opting to distract him from unnecessary
considerations other than what you’re doing to him right now. Your hands rub
his thighs, a deep moan of appreciation sounding in reaction to the multiple
points of stimulation. A choked gasp catches in his throat as you trail your
nails over his sack, his back arching impressively high. You watch his stomach muscles
contract, beads of sweat rolling into the crevices of his hip joints creating a
musky scent that is purely Kasamatsu.

Releasing his member, you trail your tongue to catch the
salt found in those valleys, Yukio canting his hips in search of your absent
heat.

Kasamatsu opens his eyes when he feels your weight shift
from the bed to over his own body, mouth watering at the vision you make straddling
his hips with your lingerie still on. You grab his hand, placing it flush
against your aching core and moan, “Do you feel how wet you make me Yukio?”

“Oh god,” he drawls, the simple words thick as molasses.

You hum in appreciation, pushing aside the center of your panties
to take him in all the way to the hilt. He curses and grasps your thighs
roughly, fingers indenting the soft supple flesh. A breathy sigh escapes your
mouth, head casting back in rapture at the feel of finally having him encased
in your heat. Slowly you rise, drawing a labored breath from his lips before
sinking back down to earn a hoarse cry of pleasure.

His eyes lock with yours, an inferno of passion and longing
burning within his irises as he whispers, “I love you, ______.”

His confession cascades over you like flood waters and you
sink further into the powerful sea that is Kasamatsu Yukio.

“I love you too, Yukio.” Your voice is soft but the
sentiments are assured and Kasamatsu’s heart sings with the knowledge of his
affections being returned.

You rise and fall again, a little bit quicker, a little
harder, riding him like you’ve been longing to for so long. “Unh, I love the
way you feel in me, captain,” you
assert. Suddenly, your world is turned sideways, Yukio rotating quickly to take
top position, the unexpected motion causing you to squeak in surprise. When
your wide eyes meet his gaze, you shudder at the intensity boring out of his
blue orbs. Much as he enjoys your dominance, you calling him captain awakened something
primal within the depths of his soul.

Gone is the nervous Yukio, the unsure, slightly flustered
boy you fell for and in his place is a hungry lion.

His mouth covers yours roughly, tongue licking the underside
of your bottom lip before he tugs it between his teeth and sucks, eliciting the
sensation of lightning coursing through your veins. He releases quickly in
favor of trailing hot, wet open mouth kisses down the column of your throat to
the top of your breasts which is laves over, painting shapes against your flesh
with his slick muscle.

You arch further into him, chest pressing hard against his
and when you feel one hand finally cup your breast gently a soft sigh of
pleasure rushes past your lips. His fingers move to the zipper of your top,
pulling down in one quick motion  to
reveal more of your sumptuous skin. When it falls away completely, he leans up
to look at you and you feel his length twitch from within your body.  

“Yukio,” you whisper, fingers grazing over the rippling
muscles of his abdomen. Kasamatsu leans his head down, breath tickling the sensitive
skin of your breasts. He opens his mouth, sucking in a pert nipple, teeth grazing
against it making you writhe.

A keening whimper rushes from your mouth, praises of his
abilities falling from your lips like life giving water and it does much to
boost his ego. Yukio knows he will never get enough of this feeling. It’s
better than anything he’s ever experienced in his life.

Kasamatsu is taking his dominant role seriously. He pulls
out of you, drawing a protested whimper from your mouth but he hushes your
complaints with a firm kiss. Moving down your body, shoulders and biceps
flexing against the weight they hold, he descends his face between your thighs.
His cheeks are burning in reaction to what he’s about to do but there’s no way
he’s stopping now. He’s practiced a thousand times in his mind and now is the
time to put it to good use.

He tears away your panties making you hitch your breath, eyes
drinking in the vision of you spread before him like a feast making his mouth
water in anticipation. He’s heard other guys talk about going down on their
girlfriends and always wondered what it would be like. Now, he has the honored
opportunity to join the ranks of the experienced. A tentative flick of his
tongue against one fold makes your body jump. He goes for a little more, lips
sucking in one side of you and you released a breathy sigh of his name.

Growing bolder, he opens his mouth wide, licking you from
base to clit with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh Yukio,” you rasp, voice thickly laced with lust. He feels
your fingers grip his hair, hips bucking up seeking more attention, more
friction, just more. A deep inhale of
your scent makes his head swim and he decides to stop being hesitant and just
go for it.  Strong hands push your thighs
wider allowing him better access to your heated center. Yukio seals his mouth
over your luscious nether lips, sucking firmly as he tongues your clit. He
wants to make you feel good, wants to show you how much you mean to him.

“Yukio! I…I’m supposed to…be giving you a present,” you pant, lifting your head to seek his eyes.

He glances up, the sight of him buried between the apex of
your thighs sending a new wave of heat rolling over your skin. He releases,
voice low and guttural, “Be quiet, ______, I’m enjoying my birthday treat.”

Your head falls back, denting the pillow and you moan as he
returns to licking you every way he can, doing things with his tongue that you’d
only read about but never thought possible. It isn’t long before he has you
wailing.

“Yukio, please! Please!” you beg and he smirks against your
skin. He plays you up higher, thankful for the tips he bothered to read in
those men’s magazines he found in Kise’s locker; seems they were good for something
other than offering work out tips.

He feels your body tensing and his dick is so hard it hurts
but he won’t stop, he won’t stop until you’re a shaking, wet, orally fucked
mess. His wish is granted seconds later as a loud, long cry of his name erupts
from what sounds like the very center of your soul. He releases you, leaning
back on his knees to observe the torrid mess he’s made of you as he wipes his
mouth on the back of his hand.

“Wow,” you gasp, voice rough.

But Yukio isn’t done, not by a long shot. His body covers
yours once more, the heat and sweat of both your flesh mingling. He voice is
deep and powerful as he announces, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

A low deep rumble of appreciation cascades on your ears when
he thrusts into you once more and the sounds Yukio is making cause your heart
to flutter, a deep burn erupting in your belly. You wrap your arms around his
neck, pulling him into a fiery kiss that adds to the flames of your passion.
You feel like you’re in an inferno hot enough to burn away the edges of your
sanity but you love it. You knew sex with Yukio would be amazing, but you’d no
idea it would be like this. The melding of two hearts, beating in tandem
together as he pushes farther forward before drawing back. His motions are
slow, the effort to not release too soon great as he wants to keep this going
as long as he can. Rising up on your elbows, you plant sloppy open mouth kisses
along his throat, tongue feeling the rapid tap dance of his pulse. “We have all
night, don’t hold back…captain.”

Yukio wraps his hand into your hair, tugging hard to pull
your head back as he latches his teeth into your flesh. Your whole body
convulses, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his nervous system.

“Say it again,” he growls.

You smile into your words. “Seems you have a bit of a kink, captain,” you coo. Your suspicions are
confirmed when he thrusts forward hard.
The impact steals your breath, heart beating wildly as another thread of Yukio’s
control snaps under the weight of your seduction.

“Come on, show me what you’ve got. Really give it to me,
captain,” you command and Kasamatsu can’t hold back any longer.

His hands grab your wrists, flinging your arms above your
head. There’s a fire burning in his eyes as his gaze holds your own and he
drives forward hard again. You close your eyes, absorbing the feel of his dominance,
his strength, the euphoria of him overtaking all your senses. You feel like you’re
drowning and it’s worth the loss of yourself if you can have Yukio like this.

“Open your eyes, _______, I want to watch you fall apart for
me,” he orders.

You comply meeting his intense orbs and smile but it’s wiped
from your face the next instant when he drives even deeper. Your mouth falls
open, panting inhales and exhales as he thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping
against yours overtakes the room, but soon it is overshadowed by the cries from
your lips.

Yukio watches when rapt attention to every nuance of your
face as he fucks you, the feel of your body one he never wants to be without
again for as long as he lives. A shudder courses through you, eyes dilating
more and he can feel your inner walls clenching tighter.

“You’re close, I can tell,” he supplies, kissing you
roughly.

He kisses you until you can’t breathe. As you tear away from
his lips, you cry out, “Yukio!” and come hard around him, body shaking in the
throes of an orgasm so intense you’re sure you will pass out once it’s over.
Yukio groans loudly as he erupts deep within your body, the feel of you coupled
with the sound of your pleasure too much for him to resist, a perfect siren
song to draw him into release.

Sated, he collapses next to you on his back, chest heaving
up and down as he gulps down passes of air.

Rolling to your side, you caress his cheek once more and whisper,
“Happy birthday, Yukio.”

He casts you a sidelong glance, a genuine smile clear on his
face. “It certainly is, _____.”