Unexpected - Sawamura Eijun/Narumiya Mei
Sawamura felt a lot of emotions, and all of the emotions he felt were strong. He was never a person who could do things half-heartedly, and emotions were no exception. Narumiya Mei brought out a lot of strange emotions in Sawamura that he could never quite understand. What he did know was that these emotions were stronger than any of the ones he had felt before, and that was saying something.
Every time he saw Narumiya, there was a twisting feeling in his chest and a flutter in his stomach. He got light headed and felt as though he was going to pass out. The area, ahem, past his stomach got warm and coiled. He didn’t know what these things meant, but they weren’t entirely unpleasant. And this was just from looking at Narumiya.
Just imagine what happened when he ended up kissing Narumiya. Now that was a shit show.
He didn’t know who let him get drunk at this house party in the first place, but that was their mistake. Sawamura was a man who was boisterous without alcohol, but under the influence he was on another level. He was chatting up just about every person at the party, Haruichi desperately trying to keep him reeled in. This went on for some time until someone, probably Mikyuki, announced that a game of spin the bottle was about to go down.
Sawamura may have been drunk and he may have been incredibly dense, but he knew that there were no girls at this party. So what was the point of spin the bottle? Either way, his attention was caught and he dragged Haruichi towards the living room to join in on the festivities, much to Haruichi’s horror.
He took his place in the circle directly across from none other than Narumiya Mei, his rival and cause of unknown emotions. Their eyes locked for a split second, sending chills through Sawamura. But just as soon as they met, Narumiya looked away to talk to Carlos. That made Sawamura a little sad, but he quickly rebounded because he wasn’t going to let that jerk ruin his night.
“Alright, you horny bastards, let’s get this show on the road,” Miyuki insisted as he placed a bottle in the middle of the circle, giving it a spin.
Sawamura followed the head of the bottle with his eyes, almost passing out with how fast it was moving. He watched as it went past him again and again and again before finally slowing and landing on Kuramochi. “Yo what the fuck. I’m not trying to kiss Kazuya!” Kuramochi exclaimed in horror as Miyuki began crawling towards him.
“Too bad! Those are the rules of the game,” Miyuki sang as he plopped in Kuramochi’s lap.
He leaned in to place a firm peck on his lips, leaving Kuramochi gagging and Miyuki howling with laughter. The next few turns were rather uneventful, and Sawamura found himself beginning to space out. This game would’ve been more fun if there were girls, he vaguely thought. Or if it were at least his turn.
As if the Gods were listening, the head of the bottle finally landed on Sawamura, but he had no idea who spun it. “Wait, who?” was all Sawamura managed to get out before icy blue eyes were locked on his once more.
Oh. Oh shit.
Suddenly every emotion Sawamura had ever felt about Narumiya was crushing down on his chest. He felt as though he couldn’t breathe as the southpaw kneeled in front of him and moved his face close to his. “Bakamura,” he muttered, and oh man, he was close enough to Sawamura to feel his words brushing against his lips.
Before he had a moment to catch his breath, a hand was on the back of his neck pushing plush lips to meet his. Sawamura was completely overwhelmed by Narumiya. When their lips met, Narumiya wasted no time in moving his lips and leaving Sawamura in the dust. Once he finally registered what was happening, he moved against Narumiya just as aggressively, desperately trying to catch up. He bit down on Narumiya’s lip, earning himself a growl that gave him the opportunity to shove his tongue into the other’s mouth. Narumiya clearly was not expecting that, and an uncharacteristic whimper escaped his throat. Oh, Sawamura liked that noise very much and he wanted to hear it again please.
With that intention in mind, he crawled into Narumiya’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, winding them up into his hair. He tugged gently and dragged his hips along Narumiya’s, unintentionally making himself moan. That felt good. “God damn, Eijun. That was hot,” Narumiya muttered against his lips. “Fuck, where did you learn how to do this?”
Sawamura just responded by grinding against Narumiya again, letting his lips trail down his neck. He was about to bite down when he heard a scream of alarm. “Jesus, okay that’s enough. The game is still going!” Miyuki yelled as he pulled Sawamura off Narumiya by the scruff of his neck.
Sawamura whined because gosh dang it, he was having a good time! Upset with being dragged away from his conquest, he pouted in the corner the vast majority of the night. He remained in that corner until he felt hands on his waist and a voice whisper in his ear.
“Meet me by the staircase in five,” the voice muttered, and Sawamura didn’t have to turn to see who it was.
Oh, this was going to be fun.