Hello Again

The Thing About Heavens and Pillows

A Daiya no A fanfic

By Twist

Sex with Kuramochi was always fast and sex with Miyuki was always bizarre, but slow on most part. The pace differs so much that Eijun felt like he needed to take care of his own problem on his own pace sometimes. But his two partners was so demanding that it was impossible for Eijun to lead. So Eijun preferred pleasing himself on his own when times called for it.
And when such times come, there would always be his best friend accompanying him.

Warning : Sex Friend, Mutual masturbation. Pretty vanilla, except there are no intercourse.

Pairing: Haruichi X Sawamura

Disclaimer : This fic is mine, the characters aren't

If the word patient could be incarnated into shapes, Haruichi would definitely be the perfect living epitome. Either he was an angel in human shape or a fairy sent to spread happiness. Either way Eijun couldn't be more glad that he had ever come across and befriend this amazing person, couldn't spew any further worship he had for the boy.

Because Haruichi had been the first who was kind to him when his entire teammates saw him as trash. Because Haruichi had been the one who always support him when his entire team dead bent to shut him up. Because even if he had felt secondhand embarrassment way too many times before, the guy never even once regretted to be Eijun's best friend. Even after they survived high school and join a new stage of education together.

And with such trust, it was only natural that the petite young pinkette was always the one to hear Eijun's rant. Every single of them. Including back in high school when he rather walk in dangerous relationships, mostly with his roomate and his captain.

"They're going to kill me, I swear," Eijun would moan as he accepted the painkillers from Haruichi.

"I thought you liked it rough?" Haruichi would chuckle, already way passed the awkward state of hearing his friend's sex life. He had enough being embarrassed when hearing it the first time. Continuous repetition nullified the embarrassing effect, it seemed.

"I do," Eijun would moan again. "But I don't like having them both in a day!"

"They did?" Haruichi would ask before he sat himself on his bed, where Eijun had been lying on his stomach. He would then accepted the now empty glass from Eijun and put them on his nightstand.

"They did!" Eijun would groan then, because Haruichi would put pressure on his back, gently untying all knots. "Even one of them is crazy enough for me. Does every baseball player has insatiable libido?"

"You're included, then, Eijun-kun." Haruichi would answer solemnly.

"Harucchi!" Eijun would whine then, seeking support from his best friend.

Haruichi would reply with a chuckle then. "But they never search for you in my room. So you can take your time and rest here until light's out," he would say.

"Harucchi! What would I do without you!" Eijun would say then, as he glomped his best friend, or he would had Haruichi not push that one knot that made him groan.

"I wonder too, Eijun-kun," Haruichi would exasperatedly say then.

And as their banter would end, so would the massage. "Thank you, Harucchi!" Eijun would say, as he push Haruichi down to his back. "I'm all relaxed thanks to you. Shall I return the favor?" He would ask then.

And Haruichi would only chuckle, and he would ask "didn't you say you're tired, Eijun-kun"

But never would he say no. Because they had been friends since the first time they laid an eye on the other, sometime their mind would be in sync with another. And as Haruichi would know when would Eijun wants, Eijun would only offer whenever Haruichi wants. And Sawamura would just answer, "There's always room for a friend."

It would then be series of touches and kisses. Sometimes they would play random porn, sometimes they would turn to magazines. Sometimes Eijun would ride, Sometimes Haruichi would straddle. But most of the times, it would be butterfly kisses and hands.

Sex with Haruichi would always be slow and sweet. There would be no rush, there would be no chase. There would be no pain, as neither of them prefer thrusting more. It would be different than when he was with Kuramochi and they would do everything in a dahsed pace. It would also be different than sex with Miyuki as they would play and play and then series of mad thrusts.

And that's why when Eijun was tired of being with the two, he would come to Haruichi. It had been so since high school, and it would keep being so now that they're in college and passed the age of restrictions l.

Because with Haruichi, sex would be gentle. It would be adventure, letting each other touch wherever they please. It would be pleasure, as they palmed each other's bulging trousers. It would be heaven as they lined up their erections.

"I can't bat very well, Harucchi," Eijun would tease then, "but I sure know how to handle this one."

"Don't worry, Eijun-kun," Haruichi would say then, as cheeky as Eijun would, "I know you have pretty vast experience of handling this kind of bat,"

"But I can't say I'm lesser in batting area than you," he would continue, before finally grabbing Eijun's hardness.

And Eijun would moan. Because yes, Eijun was experienced, but experience had never deputize talents. And God, Haruichi's hands were pure talent.

Because Haruichi would palm. He would stroke and sometimes scratch. He would invite Eijun's hands to play, guiding and teasing. Reminding Eijun that they were supposed to work together. Reminding Eijun that Eijun wasn't the only one big.

So Eijun would touch then. And Haruichi would moan. And Haruichi's room would filth, and his walls would sin. Because there were but moans to hear, but sex to smell. There were to see but two sinful being writh and hump, one osculated the other. Each would try to find pleasure and let the other experience one.

Haruichi would kiss, for he was patient and gentle. He would grab Eijun's hair then, and peppering him with touches of his lips. His forehead, his eyes, his nose and his cheek. And sometimes he would blow in Eijun's ear, because Eijun would shiver then. Eijun would shiver and his pace would break, Eijun would moan and return the favor back.

But they would love it. Seeing their own person being broken, seing the person breaking being broken in return. Because Haruichi was sweet and gentle, and Sawamura treasured his best friend.

"So beautiful, Eijun-kun." Haruichi would whisper, spreading wonders on Eijun's spine.

"You're beautiful too, Harucchi." Eijun would answer, his breathing becoming faster.

"I'm close," would one say to another, the name change without pattern every time.

"Together, then," would be what the other's answer.

And they would increase their hands' pace. Each stroke becoming urgent and each kisses lingering shorter. Each breath becoming faster and each moans becoming louder. And as they would close their eyes in ecstacy, one would grunt in warning, before the both of them would come.

They would ejaculate and they would sigh. They would stay then, because they were tired and satisfied.

Sex with Haruichi would always be slow and sweet, but never the least exciting. It would always be slow and calming. And Eijun could never worry about aftercare, because as they both were spent and satisfied, they would together fall deep into slumber. And Eijun would feel that his world was away from worries.

But then Haruichi would wake him up, and Eijun would open his eyes to see him scowling. "Eijun-kun, wake up," he would say. "I'm sticky."

And sure enough, Eijun could feel his shirt sticky and disgusting, his crotch would feel like someone dropped their snot and left it there.

"Ew, you're disgusting Harucchi," Eijun would mumble sleepily.

Haruichi would give him a light smack then. "Well, there are yours too!"

And Eijun would answer with light-hearted laugh. "We're disgusting!"

Haruichi would gave him a glare then, before he relented and joined him in his laugh. "We truly are!" He would say.

And they would laugh and laugh until they cry. Before Haruichi would ask, "Shall we take a bath, then, Eijun-kun?"

"Ooh, together?" Eijun would say, interest perked up.

"Well, it's been a while since we bathed together," Haruichi would muse then.

"Sounds good," Eijun would say as he forced himseld to stand and put some random trousers he could find. "Race you there!" He would shout then, pants half done but already racing to Haruichi's door, ready to run to the nearest student bath house.

"Hey! Not fair!" Haruichi would exclaim as he hastily put a trouser. "And bring your change of clothes, Eijun-kun! You're disgusting!"

"Someone who calls the other disgusting are the most disgusting!"

"Well, you called me disgusting too!"

Sex with Haruichi had always been sweet and kind, and because Haruichi was a friend he knew best and vice versa, Eijun could always count on Haruichi to make his day better. And so would Eijun be ready whenever Haruichi needed him to brighten his day. Such was what friends are for, after all.

end of chapter 3

Thank you for proceeding this story

Innuendo for this chapter:

Batting Practice: Masturbation

A/n.

I was filled with ideas. I always am. But I couldn't write my ideas. I know how would a story begin, I know what would happen in between, and I know how would the story ends. But sometimes, I can't just fucking write it.

I'm sorry this took so long. And ended up so short. I'm not too satisfied with this one, especially since I can't return the feeling when I write the two first chapter. The whole series was supposed to have "fun sex" as their theme, but I was pretty mellow when I write this. I don't even know why I'm mellow whenever I touch this piece. Now when you read it's almost like a lesbian sex. But with dicks. I don't know, I really don't know...

But, like, this is the first time that I've ever reached the end after constantly deleting and rewriting this chapter, and I just want to post this and move on to the next one. I'm sorry if this one doesn't live up to your expectations.

Also while we're at it, I'm sorry for every mistakes I put in the story. This one was made in my phone, and finally continued today after I just woke up, and unbeta-ed. Feel free to scold me for that.

PS. why do they call normal sex vanilla? Vanilla is a flavor, isn't it? Why not call it, idk, water or milk? At least milk are more natural than vanilla right? I mean, ice cream are made of milk. I'm just wondering, though.