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“Of course he’s the favorite. He’s a slut.”
Kevin overhears this in the showers, above the steam and stream of water. He knows who it’s being said about, almost instinctively, but he doesn’t dare to let himself dwell on it.
He shuts his shower off and grabs his towel, leaving behind the rest of the Ravens to talk about things he wouldn’t ever say out loud.
But maybe they’re not wrong.
Neil Josten is loud, on and off the court, and would be a headache for the Master to deal with— if Neil weren’t Ichirou’s favorite plaything. Ichirou only frequents Evermore so often; when he does, Neil is the focus of his visit.
Being young and attractive may be his only saving grace, all that stands between his face and the Master’s cane.
Nevermind the rampant rumors of what happens between Josten and Minyard when their bedroom door closes at night. Kevin and Riko’s room is too far away for Kevin to hear the supposed happenings, but he’s been a direct witness to every look and lingering, secretive touch the striker and goalkeeper have shared when they’re sure no one is looking.
It’s not that Kevin doesn’t want to believe in it, or is ignorant to the truth, but it’s just—
It’s hardly fair that someone so detached from Exy and the Ravens has the right to put their hands on Neil when it should be Kevin holding him.
Slut. That’s what they call Neil. Slut, but it seems everyone can get their hands on Neil but Kevin.
Kevin decides to change that.
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“Sloppy. Do it again.”
Neil sighs, swinging his racquet back as if to aim the ball at Kevin’s head, before he turns in one swift motion and fires at one of the drill cones. The sound of the ball hitting hard plastic at such a speed is like a gunshot, echoing loud throughout the empty stadium.
Kevin waits for the noise to reverberate before turning to Neil, who looks unrightfully smug from underneath his helmet.
“If you’re expecting praise, you will not find it with me,” Kevin says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Perhaps try Ichirou.”
“Ichirou?” Neil asks, swinging his racquet over his shoulders, his head tilting to the side.
“Or Minyard.”
Understanding seems to straighten Neil out, his smug expression quickly dissipating to a scowl.
“Did you ask me to practice with you so you could berate me over a bunch of rumors?”
“I asked you to practice with me so I could berate you over your form,” Kevin corrects him, stepping closer. The rest of the court fades away the longer that Kevin holds Neil’s gaze. “And they’re not rumors, are they?”
Neil continues to scowl until it eventually cracks, his glare softening as his shoulders drop.
“What’s it to you?” Neil asks, looking so small in comparison to Kevin.
Kevin swallows hard before reaching for the racquet still horizontal behind Neil’s head. He grabs onto the handle and pulls on it, forcing Neil even closer.
“Let me see,” Kevin says, quietly, with no space between them for his words to echo. Neil tries to look away, but Kevin strikes his other hand out to grab at the grate of his helmet, turning Neil’s gaze back to his. “Like they do.”
From behind his helmet, Neil blushes. It stains his pretty face pink and makes something in Kevin’s chest tighten enough to hurt.
When Neil nods, just barely, Kevin rips the racquet from Neil’s hands and lets it fall to the court floor. He latches onto his jersey instead, pulling Neil quickly behind him for the locker room.
They shed their gear as they go, helmets and jerseys and neck guards. Kevin wouldn’t typically tolerate such a mess, with such invaluable items, but he’s afraid that if they slow down for even a second that this will be over before it can begin.
This late at night, the rest of the Ravens will be sleeping, leaving the locker room and the showers void of all life. Kevin only pulls away from Neil in order to turn the nearest shower on, hissing when cold water hits his skin before it quickly gives way to heat.
He has to bend down to kiss Neil, but Neil is suddenly ravenous, all but jumping onto his tip toes to reach Kevin’s mouth. He makes a small, pathetic noise against Kevin’s lips, until Kevin finally opens his mouth for him. Neil’s lips taste like salt and sweat and then warmth, as the shower water beats down on them.
Kevin hadn’t anticipated how quickly and easily Neil would give in. There’s a catch, he knows there is, but he kisses Neil back and hopes he can spot it before Neil can offer it.
Needing air, Kevin breaks the kiss and pushes Neil by the chest, backing him up against the shower wall. He doesn’t step closer, instead keeping his hand pinned to Neil to keep him in place as he gets a better look.
Neil is decorated in scars from his neck to his hips. Most of them have smoothed out and faded, though some still look delicate to the touch. Being a Raven has put more muscle on Neil than he came with, strong and toned exactly where he needs to be.
His shoulders and chest give way to a small waist, perfect for holding.
But Kevin doesn’t touch him there.
He lets his hand trail down Neil’s abdomen slowly, until he reaches the smooth mound of Neil’s pussy.
“Spread your legs,” Kevn says, forcefully dragging his stare up to Neil’s face.
Neil’s blue eyes are wide, shining, his lashes wet and dark. He blinks a few times before swallowing, then exhales shakily as he does as he’s told.
Kevin gets to his knees and keeps his hands to himself, looking with rapt intent.
“So smooth,” Kevin says under his breath, barely audible over the spray of the shower.
Neil’s pussy is bare, his skin smooth yet puffy where his pussy lips are parted. Kevin wants to stroke each side with his thumb, wants to part Neil further, but all he does is stare.
“Ichirou,” Neil answers, his hands behind his back of his own volition. “It’s how— that’s how he likes it.”
Kevin nearly growls, a flare of arousal entwined with ravenous jealousy flaring down his spine. His cock gives a weak jerk, already hard and pointed towards his stomach.
“Let me touch?” Kevin asks, briefly looking up with wide eyes. Neil is panting already, chest heaving with each breath, but he manages a nod.
Kevin immediately leans forward, doing just as he wanted by swiping his thumb along one puffy, soft lip before touching the other. Neil’s skin is warm and wet, feeling illicit and electric under Kevin’s thumb.
He raises both hands to Neil, then uses both thumbs to push Neil’s lips apart.
Neil’s legs shake as Kevin does so, his hands coming to rest on Kevin’s shoulders for support. Kevin doesn’t feel a thing besides this endless, surging current that controls his every movement.
Neil is a dusky pink between his legs. Every part of him is wet, every fold glistening. He’s surprisingly small, neat, delicate in comparison to the rest of him. Kevin traces a finger down his slit, carefully, not adding any pressure yet because he knows he won’t be able to stop.
He verges on Neil’s hole, only able to feel how tight and wet he is before Neil closes his legs and whines. “Kevin—”
“Neil,” Kevin says in answer, and leans forward to kiss his pussy. He starts at the top, at the puffy, rounded skin that gives way to his clit. He moves down, finally sucking one fleshy lip into his mouth like he’s so badly wanted to.
Neil is so soft and pliable that Kevin wants to bite him, wants to hurt, but he quickly switches to the other lip, sucking on it and letting it go with a wet pop.
Neil slowly spreads himself open again, his eyes closed and his head tilted upwards. He’s breathing fast yet controlled, his fingers digging into the muscles of Kevin’s shoulder.
“So pretty,” Kevin says, breathlessly, as he trails a finger between Neil’s lips, more pressure this time, more possessive.
When he gets to Neil’s cunt, he doesn’t stop. He looks up at Neil’s guarded face before kissing his hip, then pushes one finger in.
He isn’t expecting Neil to cry like that, breathy and high as he leans against the slick shower wall. He isn’t expecting Neil to immediately tense around him, so tight and so hot that Kevin curses at the pressure, as if Neil is trying to push him out. But he stays.
“Kevin, I can’t,” Neil says, exasperated, looking down and weakly pushing Kevin by the shoulder.
“You can,” Kevin protests, because he already is. “If you can do it for them— do it for me. Please?”
Neil is shaking, unsteady as he reads Kevin’s face. He tenses around Kevin’s finger a moment longer before he slowly relaxes, allowing.
Kevin can’t help but smile as he pushes his finger in deeper, until he’s up to the knuckle in Neil’s cunt. He leans in to kiss at where they’re connected, using his tongue to feel their shared heat.
Mostly he goes slow, exploring, studying. He watches the way Neil clings to him as he pulls out, how tight he goes when he pushes back in. His pussy is flushed and swollen, his clit peaking out and begging to be tasted, but Kevin stays focused as he pushes a second finger into Neil.
Neil is impossibly tight. It takes careful, gentle work to sink in. Neil grabs at Kevin’s hair and pulls as he embraces the stretch, his breath staggering out of him.
Kevin watches himself disappear into Neil’s pussy before he completely pulls out, then quickly pushes his fingers past his own lips to taste. He moans around them, his cock jerking in interest, in need, to be next.
Kevin finishes cleaning his fingers before he suddenly gets to his feet. He stands over Neil and presses those same fingers to the underside of Neil’s chin, forcing his gaze up to meet his.
Steam drifts around them, the water scorching hot where it just barely misses both of their bodies. Kevin watches a droplet roll down Neil’s chest before he looks back to his eyes.
“Let me put it in,” Kevin says, taking hold of his aching cock. They both look down at the same time, Neil’s eyes widening as he whimpers.
“Kevin,” Neil says, quietly. He hesitantly reaches out to touch, his hand looking so small and obscene as he gently wraps it around Kevin’s erection. “I don’t think— I can’t.”
“Come on. I won’t tell.” He has to grit his teeth when Neil’s hand on him tightens, as if beckoning Kevin forward. “You let them?”
Neil continues to stare at where he’s touching Kevin as he shakes his head.
“No. I haven’t— not like this.”
Kevin immediately blanks, nearly having to take a step back. “You’ve never had a cock in you?”
He can’t help but flush at his own crude words, but there aren’t any other words to be used.
It’s not often that Neil Josten is shy, timid, so off-putting that Kevin isn’t sure if he likes it or not. He stares at Neil’s expression and waits for his answer.
Neil doesn’t verbally say it, instead shaking his head.
Kevin leans down to kiss Neil’s mouth, slow at first before biting at his lower lip, where he whispers, “I’ll be gentle.”
“Kevin,” Neil says in protest, letting go of Kevin’s cock to hold onto his shoulders.
“Just the tip?” Kevin asks, finally putting his hands on Neil’s slim waist to hold him.
Neil breathes, then nods, barely.
There isn’t much horizontal space in the showers, just a communal bench in the middle of the room. Instead Kevin turns Neil around and presses him against the tiled wall, then pushes his legs apart.
Neil’s cunt is nearly red now, swollen with arousal. Kevin fights a groan as he readies himself behind Neil, the heat of his body and his cunt so close, but not close enough.
“How do they touch you?” Kevin asks, as he takes hold of his cock and presses the tip to Neil’s slit, letting Neil’s wetness coat him. “Ichirou?”
Neil shakes as he leans against the wall.
“With his hands,” he says, quietly, his shy demeanor disappearing as he arches his back to lean further into Kevin’s touch.
“Andrew?”
Neil tenses, pauses, then admits, “With his mouth.”
Kevin grunts, hating the image as much as he craves it, and takes that as his cue to push the head of his cock inside.
He’s immediately overwhelmed by the tight, taut ring of Neil’s pussy. It takes a moment to push through the stretch, slow and careful and curated to only give Neil that first inch of himself.
Neil starts to whine, high and needy and fast. He grasps at the wall with little success, not able to find any purchase.
“So fucking tight, Neil,” Kevin says, unable to filter his thoughts, his inner monalogue nothing but a string of Neil’s name and obscenities. “You take me so well.”
“It’s— you’re so big,” Neil says helplessly, looking over his shoulder with his mouth stuck open, his face flushed.
Pride fills Kevin’s chest, making him feel ten times stronger than he is. He places his hand on Neil’s ass cheek, parting him slightly so he can better see. Neil’s asshole is a neglected, tight pink ring that Kevin wishes he had the time to pay attention to, but he barely has Neil’s pussy all to himself as it is.
Neil looks perfect, stretched like that around the girth of Kevin’s cock. Kevin holds his breath as he imagines going deeper, stretching him further, being the first one to do so.
Kevin slowly rolls his hips forward, entering Neil by another scant inch.
Neil tenses, then tries to push forward to get away, only to be stopped by Kevin’s hand on his waist.
“Kevin, you said—”
“Let me,” Kevin pleads, leaning over Neil’s back to kiss at his neck. “Just a little more. You can take it. I know you can.”
“It’s too much, you promised—”
“I’ll take care of you. Let me. Please.”
Neil resists only a second longer before going pliant in Kevin’s hands, relaxing around him.
With that, Kevin is able to push more of himself into Neil, slow and steady and savoring every second. Neil flutters and clenches around him, taking deep, unsteady breaths as he allows Kevin in.
“There we go,” Kevin coos against Neil’s ear, petting down his side. “Perfect. You’re so good.”
Complimenting Neil does not come naturally, typically, but the words roll off of Kevin’s tongue with such ease.
When he’s fully seated inside of Neil’s cunt, Kevin finally groans, loudly. There isn’t anyone around to see or hear but he wishes there were, in a way, so everyone would know that he was the first, that right now, Neil is his.
Neil has to stand on his tip toes again as Kevin nearly lifts him off the ground. His hands slip against the wall uselessly before Kevin wraps his arms around Neil’s chest and pulls him closer, using his strength to keep Neil standing.
It feels so good that Kevin almost can’t move, knowing any further friction will make this be over sooner. He wishes he could stay buried inside Neil like this for hours, days, keeping him away in his room where no one else can touch him, not Ichirou, not Andrew.
Eventually, Kevin leans forward to place one hand on the wall and uses whatever momentum he can muster to pull out, then push in. Neil is just as tight on the return, his pussy gripping Kevin’s cock like he doesn’t want him to leave.
Kevin’s head feels hot and stuffy with the knowledge that despite the rumors and the truth, nobody else has touched Neil like this before.
He speeds up, physically unable to be slow or still, needing to drive his cock into Neil as fast as he can now, as hard as he can now, listening to the wet squelch of their bodies parting then meeting.
Neil’s moans are high and sweet, so unlike anything Kevin has heard from him before. He is not the strong, swift athlete he is on the court, not here, not bent over like this for Kevin.
“Kevin—” Neil cries, legs shaking from exertion.
“You’re doing so good,” Kevin murmurs against his neck before biting him. “Knew you were a little slut— so good—”
Neil lets out a long, breathy moan and goes limp in Kevin’s hold, a void for Kevin to take and fill.
Kevin lets go of Neil and puts him firmly on the ground, crowding him up against the wall again. He grabs at a fistfil of his wet hair and uses it as a rein to hold on, to take, fucking into Neil faster.
“Gonna come in you,” Kevin grunts, his hips flush to Neil’s ass.
Neil immediately struggles, albeit weakly, shaking his head. “Kevin, no— I can’t—”
“Have to,” Kevin says, pulling harder on Neil’s hair. “They don’t need to know.”
Neil starts to say Kevin’s name in protest again, but Kevin abruptly pulls out and spins Neil around. His cock bobs in the air between them, coated in Neil’s slick, suddenly cold now that it’s not buried in Neil.
“Just lay down,” Kevin says, guiding Neil to the bench in the middle of the shower stalls. They both shiver, being out of the stream of water, both of their exhales sounding so much louder now in the open space.
Neil gets on his back with a sharp hiss at the cold, but Kevin is quick to cover him, kissing his lips before spreading his legs and pushing Neil’s knees to his chest. His pretty little pussy is flushed, swollen, his tiny hole clenching around nothing.
He drips water onto Neil as he enters him again, smoother this time with Neil laying down. He throws his head back at the feeling, the immense pressure of Neil tightening himself around Kevin.
It’s easy to fuck Neil like this. Easy to get lost in it. To forget that he shouldn’t. Kevin slides in and out like he belongs there, like he owns Neil’s pussy, claiming it as his with each thrust.
And despite his hesitations and pleas, Neil moans through it all, his eyes closed and his mouth hung open.
Kevin comes in a powerful, heady rush. He pushes himself to the hilt inside of Neil and loses himself in the pressure, pleasure, heat. It feels so right and calming to empty his balls into Neil, pressing them as close as he can to Neil’s body.
Kevin groans as he orgasm comes to a close, hips twitching forward to keep himself inside of Neil longer.
“That’s it, there we go,” Kevin slurs, nonsensical, as he slowly slides out so he can watch his cum dribble free. “You did good, Neil. You did so good for me.”
Neil leans up on his elbows to see, looking between his spread legs at his wrecked pussy. They both watch with heaving chests as slowly, a thin trickle of cum drips out from Neil and onto the bench.
Kevin can’t help but reach out, pushing his thumb back into Neil and coating himself with their combined slick. Neil is still tight, almost unbearably so, but he accepts Kevin with ease.
“Andrew is going to come looking for me,” Neil eventually says, sounding dizzy yet hollow.
Kevin stiffens at Neil’s words, feeling suddenly angry. He shakes his head before grabbing Neil by the wrist and pulling him off the bench. He’s quick to put Neil back under the running shower, then sinks to his knees so he can help clean Neil off, licking every bit of himself from Neil’s cunt.
He doesn’t want Neil to go off with Andrew and have Andrew reap the benefits of Kevin’s hard work. He wants to make Neil break. He wants to taste him as he clenches and comes.
Kevin runs his tongue up Neil’s slit to his neglected clit, first licking it with the flat of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. He knows he has to go hard, fast, to make sure Neil gets off before Andrew comes in search of him.
Neil fists a hand in Kevin’s hair, tensing, his knees shaking.
Kevin slips a hand between Neil’s legs, sneaking it upwards until he can slide two fingers into Neil again, fingering him as he licks and sucks him close to orgasm.
When Neil comes, it’s with a cry that suddenly breaks into silence, his body shuddering in Kevin’s hands. Kevin doesn’t stop, has never been able to stop, tasting every part of Neil as Neil twitches and shakes and pulsates.
Once Neil stills, Kevin pulls his fingers free and sucks them into his own mouth, then stands underneath the shower spray with Neil until all evidence is washed away.
“Don’t tell Andrew,” Neil says in a whisper, but he doesn’t seem scared, especially not when he reaches up on his toes to kiss Kevin’s lips.
Neil leaves the shower in a hurry, grabbing his discarded uniform as he goes.
Kevin stands under the spray of the water as he calculates a plan on how to make this happen again.