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Daigo didn’t usually go to his university’s sports games; he was too focused on his degree. But this time, his roommate and best friend from high school, Shinada, managed to drag him to an intramural rugby game. And good lord was Daigo glad he’d gone. As soon as he saw the players, Daigo became a rugby fan.
He had no clue what the game was about or how it was played, but it was worth it to see men with broad shoulders and thick thighs duking it out. It reminded him of home, of his uncle Kaz wrestling with his boyfriend, Uncle Goro. It reminded him of the teenage sexual awakening that accompanied watching those wrestling matches.
When Shinada noticed Daigo’s reaction to the game, he let out a laugh, throwing an arm around his shoulder, pulling him in close for a side hug. Daigo blushed, making sure to keep his legs tightly crossed, regretting his choice of tight, black skinny jeans. He also realized he needed to end his dry spell, and soon.
“Glad you came with now? I should’ve realized the players would suck you in more than the game,” Shinada said, laughing at his bad joke.
Daigo shoved Shinada playfully, flipping him the bird afterwards.
“Har har. Very funny. You know I’m focused on keeping my grades up. If I don’t, my one shot at getting out from underneath my dad’s thumb is done for.”
Shinada sobered at the reminder of Sohei Dojima, grimacing in commiseration with Daigo.
“I understand, bro. But you still need to practice some self care every now and again. And this is the perfect opportunity! The captain is totally your type!”
Daigo raised a sculpted black eyebrow, doubting Shinada’s correct assumption of “his type.”
“Yeah? Who’s the captain?” Daigo asked, a tinge of sardonicism in his voice.
Shinada pointed out to the field, directing Daigo’s eyes towards a man who towered over all the other players, a feat all by itself when the majority of the players were above average height. The man had to be 6’5” to the inch, with bleached blonde hair, giving him the look of a punk, and muscles that bulged under the tight uniforms sporting their uni’s colors. The entire game, the captain had had an arrogant smirk on his face and a glint in his eye. He had caught Daigo’s eye early on, causing Daigo to flush when he realized that Shinada had been spot on with his assumptions.
Shinada bumped their shoulders, a knowing smile on his face, his brown eyes twinkling as Daigo huffed, neither one verbally confirming Shinada’s expert Daigo reading skills. He followed the blonde captain with his eyes, ignoring Shinada’s smug expression, trying to smother the slowburn of heat in his gut that was sending the blood in his brain somewhere else.
Trying and failing, as he watched the blonde captain slam into members of the other team, his thighs and biceps flexing against the material of his shorts and jersey, all while he held onto the ball. Daigo assumed the captain was trying to score points or something, but he didn’t care about what actually went into the sport of rugby. All Daigo cared about at that moment was learning the captain’s name and maybe finding out what he looked like when he wasn’t wearing a uniform so tight it fit him like a second skin.
As the game progressed, all Daigo could do was watch as the captain (whose name was apparently Ryuji Goda, according to the announcers) continued to remain an unstoppable force, pushing through the other team like a hot knife through butter. Once Shinada had recognized that Daigo was on a mission (the mission being to get into Ryuji Goda’s shorts), he’d wandered off to go catch-up with his baseball teammates, leaving Daigo to finish watching the game alone.
As soon as the game finished (Ryuji’s team won, however that happens in Rugby, Daigo didn’t pay attention), Daigo leapt from his seat in the bleachers, grimacing as he felt his dick press up against the zipper of his jeans. Luckily it was fall, so his embarrassing hard-on would be covered by his black knee-length peacoat once it was buttoned up. That problem solved, he quickly made his way down to the field, stopping at the sidelines to watch Ryuji clap his hands on the shoulders of his team, laughing raucously, an ever present smirk on his face.
Daigo felt his breath catch in his throat as Ryuji lifted both of his shovel sized hands up to push his sweat soaked hair back, dipping his head back in the process, showing off his thick neck and arms. He was weak in the knees at the spectacle, feeling himself salivate at the thought of Ryuji’s hands bracketing his face, with his arms flexing as he drove into Daigo. He shivered, shaking the obscene thoughts from his head. He needed to be clear headed if he wanted to succeed.
Before he could pluck up the courage to approach Ryuji, he heard a huff in front of him. Daigo jumped, his head shooting upward. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized that Ryuji had approached him . Ryuji smirked down at him, humor glinting in his eyes. The man was only a few inches taller than Daigo’s 6’1” but Ryuji’s bulk, combined with those four inches, made Daigo feel small. It was an unusual feeling for him, a man who was used to being one of the tallest people in a room.
“Heh, take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Ryuji quipped in a thick Kansai-ben.
Daigo stuttered in response, feeling tongue tied. “Uh, um, I mean…”
Continuing to smirk, Ryuji asked, “What’s yer name, kitten?”
Daigo felt his face color from a mix of embarrassment and anger. He stood up straight, looking down his nose at Ryuji. Ryuji simply smirked at the display, his eyes roaming up and down Daigo’s body.
“I’m Daigo Dojima. And you’re Ryuji Goda,” Daigo snapped back.
Ryuji seemed to perk up at Daigo’s last name, “Dojima, eh? Thought daddy Dojima had ya locked up in a tower, keepin’ ya safe like some Disney princess.”
The conversation was rapidly spiraling out of Daigo’s control and he had no clue how to fix it. Hoping to derail Ryuji’s current train of thought, Daigo spat out the first thing that came to mind, “I want you to fuck me.”
Daigo felt his eyes bulge and his face flush a deep red as he heard the words that came out of his mouth. Seemingly taken aback at the statement, Ryuji simply blinked. He proceeded to take a moment to process; Daigo could almost see the hamster wheel spinning in his brain. Ryuji gave Daigo another once over, lingering on his biceps as he crossed his arms tightly across his chest. Daigo shifted back and forth on his feet, feeling his stomach sink as Ryuji continued his silence.
Suddenly, Ryuji threw his head back, letting out a deep belly laugh that Daigo thought went on much longer than the situation warranted. As the laughter petered out, Ryuji feigned wiping tears from his eyes before smirking salaciously down at Daigo.
“Heh, I’ll fuck ya. After we grab a drink.”
Daigo swallowed, nodding, “Sure. Let’s go grab a drink. Did you need to grab a shower and change first?”
It was a disgusting thought, but Daigo hoped Ryuji would suggest going straight to a bar. Daigo found Ryuji’s musk intoxicating; it was a mixture of sweat, churned grass, dirt, and something uniquely Ryuji underneath it.
Ryuji arched a blonde eyebrow at Daigo’s question, considering the question, before shaking his head no.
“Nah, easier just to go straight to a drink. Also, I don’t wanna deprive ya of lookin’ at my assets in the uniform,” he drawled, a lecherous grin pulling at his lips, flexing one his arms at the word asset. It seemed Daigo’s own lingering looks hadn’t gone unnoticed.
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After grabbing a drink, the sexual tension between the two men had risen to a fever pitch. Daigo could constantly feel Ryuji’s heated gaze on his back as they made their way to his apartment. He could feel the anticipation building in his stomach as they reached his door, his hand shaking as he inserted the key into the lock. The shaking worsened when he felt Ryuji plaster himself against his back, making sure that Daigo felt his prominent erection press against his ass cheeks. Daigo whimpered as he shoved his front door open forcefully, causing it to crash against the apartment wall.
Ryuji kicked the door shut behind them, before bringing his hands down to Daigo’s hips, turning him swiftly around. The larger man proceeded to back him up against the hallway wall, making a point to grind his rock hard cock against Daigo’s own erection. In response, Daigo brought his hands up to Ryuji’s hair, wrapping the strands around his fingers, pulling his head down so that their lips could reach each other.
Their first kiss was wet and sloppy, all tongue and teeth. Daigo bit down lightly on Ryuji’s bottom lip, sucking on it to soothe the sting. Ryuji moaned in response, shoving him hard against the wall, large hands squeezing and massaging his ass. Daigo slipped his tongue into Ryuji’s mouth, answering the moans with his own.
He pulled back, mesmerized by the trail of spit connecting their mouths together. “Come on,” Daigo panted. “Let’s take this to my bedroom.”
“Lead the way,” Ryuji replied, grinning down at him.
He grabbed Ryuji’s hand with his own, turning around to lead them further into the small, modern apartment to his bedroom, which was filled with a queen sized western style bed. Daigo turned around upon entering the room, releasing Ryuji’s hand.
“Here we are,” Daigo said, looking up at Ryuji, who had already begun to strip as soon as they got to the bedroom. His enthusiasm, as well as his large cock, sent shivers up Daigo’s spine and sent his blood southward, making his dick twitch.
Ryuji stood stark naked in his bedroom, with his arms crossed across his barrel chest. “Come on then. Strip for me, wontcha kitten?” he purred, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Daigo complied, attempting to put on something of a show as he did so, slowly removing his jacket and t-shirt. Removing the form fitting skinny jeans was not as seductive as he would have wanted it to be, but Ryuji didn’t seem to mind, as his eyes stayed glued to Daigo’s body the entire time he undressed.
“I’m gonna fuck ya sloppy with my tongue, Daigo-chan. So bend over for me," Ryuji growled, shoving Daigo forcefully onto the bed. Daigo gasped, turning over onto his stomach, arching his back, showing off his irezumi.
Ryuji’s big hands grasped Daigo’s ass, massaging the thick fat roughly before pulling his ass cheeks apart. Daigo whimpered as he felt his puckered hole twitch in anticipation, feeling Ryuji’s hungry gaze.
Daigo gasped as he felt something wet breach his tight rim as Ryuji began to slurp at his ass. His thick tongue dragged over the pucker repeatedly before spearing into the hole, coaxing its way in, wiggly and undulating. Ryuji pulled his tongue out before licking from Daigo’s twitching balls, to his taint, before making his way back to the tight, pink asshole on display.
Ryuji brought his lips to Daigo’s pink ass pussy, nibbling and sucking before fucking his bussy with his tongue. Daigo writhed against the bed, his hands fisting the smooth sheets beneath him, thrusting back against the thick tongue. Ryuji sat back, grabbing a condom and lube to slather onto his thick, monster cock. After rolling the condom on, he moved the head of his dick to Daigo’s hole, pushing in slowly.
Daigo tensed, flexing his asshole, feeling his pucker twitch as Ryuji pushed against it, before he pushed in, the head forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle. Daigo moaned, trying to relax. Ryuji soothed Daigo, one of his giant hands running over the smooth skin of his back, tracing the lines of the dragon in Daigo’s irezumi. Ryuji’s other hand moved to grip Daigo’s hip tightly.
Ryuji continued to push in slowly, inching himself in, his thick cock making itself at home in Daigo’s guts. Daigo felt his balls tighten as the head of Ryuji's cock rubbed against his prostate. Ryuji chuckled at Daigo’s reaction, stopping the slow progress of his cock. He brought both hands to Daigo’s hips to grasp firmly, before he began rocking the head of his cock slowly against his prostate.
Slowly, Ryuji began to increase his speed, until he was eventually hammering his prostate repeatedly. Daigo whimpered, before his mouth opened wide in a silent scream, his guts clenching as Ryuji continued the assault on his prostate. He could feel his balls drawing up tightly to his body, already on the brink of cumming when they had just barely started.
Sensing his impending orgasm, Ryuji slowed his thrusts. Now, instead of hitting Daigo’s prostate, he completely avoided it, wrenching Daigo back from the precipice of orgasm. Daigo white knuckled the sheets beneath him, pressing his forehead tightly against the pillow.
The room was filled with their breathless pants, the sloppy sound of Ryuji thrusting into Daigo’s tight hole, and the plop-plop of Ryuji’s heavy balls hitting Daigo’s ass with each measured thrust. Daigo felt as if each of these thrusts rearranged his guts, as the cock inside him drove in so deep, he felt as if it was touching the back of his throat.
Suddenly, Ryuji abruptly pulled out, then flipped Daigo onto his back. Disorientated at the shift in position, the thick cock reentering his ass took him off guard, the powerful thrust knocking the wind out of him.
“Fuck,” Ryuji spat, “Look atcha. I can see my cock movin’ inside ya.”
As Ryuji spoke, he brought one of his hands down to Daigo’s stomach, eyes latching onto the prominent bulge created by his cock as he moved inside the man underneath him. Pushing down on the bulge startled a whimper out of Daigo, who arched his back as the sensation shot through him. In retaliation, Daigo grabbed two handfuls of Ryuji’s fat tits, massaging them vigorously.
Ryuji pushed down hard on the bulge in Daigo’s stomach, picking up the pace of his thrusts, making sure to target his prostate. Daigo whined in response, moving his hands to Ryuji’s hair, pulling hard, causing the other man to groan before kissing him hard, with tongue. Ryuji began to jack hammer into his guts, hitting his prostate repeatedly, while one of Ryuji’s hands wrapped around Daigo’s weeping cock.
The combination of Ryuji’s cock rearranging his guts with a hand tightly gripping his cock finally sent Daigo flying over the edge. His balls drew up close to his body and cum shot all over his stomach, coating him in white. Daigo’s orgasm caused his hole to clench around Ryuji tightly, bringing him over the edge as well.
The feeling of hot cum filling his insides made Daigo groan. He manually clenched his ass, trying to milk Ryuji of all his cum, while also keeping him trapped inside for longer. Ryuji collapsed on top of him, crushing him with his bulk.
Daigo groaned, slapping the larger man on the back repeatedly. “Get off me, you big brute.”
Ryuji simply grunted in reply, before he slipped his flaccid cock out of Daigo’s messy hole. The feeling of cum and lube leaking out of his hole sent shivers up Daigo’s spine, making his spent cock twitch. Down boy, Daigo thought, as he turned to face Ryuji. The other man grinned at him, before propping himself up on his elbow, resting his face in the palm of his hand.
In response, Daigo reached up to him, pulling Ryuji’s face down to his. He kissed Ryuji slowly, until they had to come up for air. He smiled up at Ryuji, resting back against the pillow. Ryuji smirked back, one of his large hands framing Daigo’s face.
“Well, this isn’t what I expected when I got up today but it certainly exceeds expectations,” Ryuji remarked, his eyes dancing with mirth.